Hearing the voice behind him, Teng Zijing was first a little frightened by Yamu's sudden appearance, then he reacted and couldn't help looking at Yamu with surprise.

"Master Mu, do you mean that Master Fan...has the upper hand?"

Yamu smiled and said, “I’m not in the upper hand, but these seemingly thrilling dodges are actually Fan Xian’s fighting style!”

This guy didn't learn any martial arts moves, but he received ten years of stick education from Wuzhu.

Wu Zhu didn't know how to teach anyone, he just picked up a wooden stick and asked Fan Xian to avoid his attacks as much as possible.

One of them fought while the other dodged, and they trained like this for ten years, which resulted in Fan Xian developing an evasive ability comparable to his spider-sense.

Although the two black swords were as agile as snakes and as ghostly as smoke, they were still far inferior to Wuzhu's wooden stick in terms of speed and accuracy.

Therefore, although Fan Xian's situation seems extremely dangerous and embarrassing, he is actually confident and has full control over it.

The three of them fought further and further along the wall, and finally at a certain moment, the focused female assassin turned around to avoid and saw Yamu who was watching the battle calmly not far away.

The appearance of Yamu means that all other assassins have been killed.

The two of them were the only ones left in the quiet alley, fighting alone...

After realizing this, the female assassin was stunned for a moment.

Fan Xian caught this moment of opportunity, he dodged the attack of another female swordsman by leaning sideways, then raised his hands and swung them violently, two streams of pink smoke suddenly burst out and sprayed directly at the faces of the two female assassins.

The two female assassins reacted quickly. They held their breath, pointed their toes, and prepared to move back a distance.

But Fan Xian had finally found such an opportunity, so he was not willing to let it go.

He just let out a loud shout, and the domineering true energy in his body surged wildly. He waved his arms, and it seemed as if his arms had suddenly grown longer, just enough to touch the throats of the two female assassins.

“Crack!”

With two slight sounds, the surging true energy shattered the larynxes of the two female assassins.

Severe pain and a feeling of suffocation came at the same time. The two female assassins vomited blood and foamed at the mouth, and fell to the ground limply.

Fan Xian's clothes were stained with blood, he held the dagger in his right hand, leaned against the wall and gasped for breath.

Those dark eyes were filled with relief and fear after the fierce battle...

“Good fight!”

Yamu walked over from the front, looking at Fan Xian with admiration in his eyes.

Fan Xian gave a bitter smile, raised his right hand which was holding the dagger, and wiped the blood foam off his face with the back of his hand.

"Brother Mu, don't joke around at this time. I was so scared that my legs are still shaking!"

"……Yeah?"

Yamu looked him up and down, then stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, shook his head and said:

"Why do I feel like you haven't been under enough pressure?"

"……Um?"

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

The next moment, the image of Yamu in front of him suddenly became extremely tall, and the terrifying aura like that of a prehistoric beast surged out violently, wantonly tempting Fan Xian's fragile nerves.

Fan Xian's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at Yamu in disbelief.

A small and horrifying feeling arose in his heart.

"Mu... Brother Mu..."

Fan Xian struggled to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.

But Yamu seemed not to hear him. He just looked down at him expressionlessly, slowly raised his right arm, and then - suddenly swung it out!

"boom!!"

The fist enlarged in his eyes, and an indescribable sense of fatal crisis spread throughout his body.

During this life-and-death moment, the true energy that had been circulating in Fan Xian's body and seemed to have been as calm as a lake suddenly began to boil like boiling water.

In an instant, a huge and surging amount of true energy gushed out from the snow mountain at the back of his waist, spreading throughout his body along the small circulation in his body.

"laugh--"

The sound of shoes rubbing against the ground was heard, and Fan Xian took a step back with his right foot, avoiding the fist that brushed past his ear.

"boom!!"

The wind from the fist was fierce and whistled past Fan Xian's ears, smashing through the wall like a hot knife through butter and crashing into a shop on the street.

In just a moment, the already dilapidated building collapsed, and a huge roar accompanied by smoke and dust surged in.

At this time, Fan Xian was still staring at Yamu in a daze, and it seemed that he had not recovered from the fatal sense of crisis.

Looking at the frightened Fan Xian, Yamu suddenly smiled. The terrifying aura emanating from his body instantly subsided, and the fist that had brushed past Fan Xian's ear turned into a palm and swung it lightly.

"call--"

The air flow whistled, blocking the smoke and dust that was blowing in the face.

After doing all this, Yamu retracted his hand, patted Fan Xian on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad. I have long discovered that the true energy in your body has reached a bottleneck. You need to break it and then rebuild it before you can regain your life!"

As he spoke, Yamu looked at the two corpses at his feet and shook his head, "It's a pity that these two female assassins are much weaker than I thought. They can't force you into a desperate situation. I have to rely on my own actions to force you to break through!"

“…”

After hearing Yamu's words, Fan Xian finally came back to his senses, and the muscles on his cheeks couldn't help but twitch.

He really wanted to complain about Yamu's behavior, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't help but immerse himself in the vast inner energy surging in his body, and he couldn't bring himself to say the words to blame Yamu for threatening him.

Finally, Fan Xian's face flushed red as he uttered a few words in hatred.

"So, I should thank you too?"

Yamu said without hesitation: "Just say whether you have made a breakthrough or not!"

Fan Xian's face fell, and he said weakly, "I've made a breakthrough... Thank you, Brother Mu!"

Yamu smiled and said, "You're welcome."

At the same time, Teng Zijing, who was also impressed by Yamu's aura, came back to his senses.

Unlike Fan Xian, he only practiced ordinary martial arts. Even if he reached a bottleneck, he could not break through in dangerous situations. Therefore, even if he wanted to stop Yamu from taking action, he could only be suppressed in place and unable to move.

Fortunately, Yamu didn’t really want to hurt Fan Xian.

Teng Zijing breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward, saying, "Fan Xian... Oh no, Master, the assassins nearby have been dealt with. Should we stay here and wait for the mastermind to show up, or continue to Liujing River and attend the Second Prince's banquet?"

“…”

Fan Xian came back to his senses, thought for a moment, and shook his head.

"Neither. Let's go back to the Fan Mansion and wait for things to develop."

After saying this, Fan Xian put the dagger back into his waist and walked towards the carriage.

After taking two steps, Fan Xian suddenly turned around and said unhappily, "Also, Brother Mu is one of us, and he knows that we are friends, not just master and servant. If you are not used to calling me Young Master, just call me Fan Xian, don't be so awkward all the time."

"..." Teng Zijing twitched his lips and shook his head, "Just try to get used to it. I have decided to serve you, so I must put myself in the right position. It is not good for you or me to always address the master by his name."

"...It's up to you!"

Fan Xian curled his lips and continued walking towards the carriage.

Yamu patted Teng Zijing on the shoulder and suddenly said without any context, "You're welcome."

After saying that, Yamu didn't care about Teng Zijing's reaction. He just walked past him with an ambiguous smile on his face.

Teng Zijing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, took a step forward and caught up with the two of them.

He had no idea that in the original time and space of the TV series, Niulan Street was where he would die. Even in the world of the novel, he would almost die in front of Fan Xian because he risked his life to hold back the strong man.

…

On the way back home, Fan Xian sat in an open carriage, staring at his hands in a daze.

To be honest, he didn't dislike Yamu's behavior of putting him in danger. On the contrary, he was somewhat grateful.

It was the battle with the two female assassins that made him clearly realize for the first time the undercurrents and crises in Kyoto.

——The other party really came here to take his life!

They are serious. This is not a game, but a real life-and-death struggle.

After realizing this, Fan Xian couldn't help but clench his fists, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Fortunately, although the other party found out his itinerary for the day, they did not expect that he had a master comparable to a grandmaster by his side.

Now that the most dangerous assassination has been successfully completed, the next thing he has to do is to return home and wait, tell his father about this matter, and spread it to the entire Kyoto to see which force will be the first to lose control.

The reason for making this choice was mainly because Fan Xian was not sure who was attacking him.

However, Fan Xian could still guess the reason for the action.

"Brother Mu."

Fan Xian suddenly spoke.

Yamu raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

Fan Xian asked seriously, "Do you know the inner treasury?"

Yamu knew it, but because of his character, he still pretended to be weird and said, "Of course, I'm wearing it!"

"Not that a**!"

Fan Xian replied unhappily, and then continued to explain seriously: "The so-called inner treasury was formerly the Ye's business founded by my mother Ye Qingmei in this life. It was once the richest man in the world and collected all the wealth in the world."

"After my mother passed away, the business was taken over by the Qing royal family and renamed Neiku, becoming the royal family's money bag."

"Now, the financial power of the inner treasury is controlled by Emperor Qing's sister, the eldest princess Li Yunrui. Li Yunrui has never been married, but she once had an affair with the current prime minister Lin Ruofu and gave birth to an illegitimate daughter named Lin Wan'er."

"The Emperor of Qing made Lin Wan'er a princess and announced that whoever could marry Lin Wan'er would be able to take over the financial power of the inner treasury."

Yamu asked appropriately, "Isn't Lin Wan'er your fiancée?"

Fan Xian nodded seriously: "That's right, so the person who will take over the financial power of the inner treasury in the future will be me."

Yamu said thoughtfully: "This assassination was because of the inner treasury, right?"

Fan Xian sighed, "There are countless forces inside and outside of Kyoto that covet the inner treasury's financial power. I am not sure who is attacking me. I can only say that this assassination is just the beginning..."

Before he could finish, Yamu interrupted him rudely, "Just say what you want to say, don't beat around the bush."

Fan Xian blinked and whispered, "Then I'll be frank... Brother Mu, you and Uncle Wu Zhu are the most hidden forces around me. I don't want you to be exposed in front of others, so I want to announce to the public that I was the one who killed the strong man and the female assassin!"