Chapter 169: Chaos in Xiaocheng (Part 9) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
As it turned out, Qi Shan was never really willing to do anything that a normal person would do. He completely forgot about Shen Tang's angry roar, his eyes fixed only on the prefect in front of him. The prefect's surname was Yan, and his given name was Cheng. He was both an old friend and an enemy of Qi Shan.
If Qi Shan had a grudge notebook, Yan Cheng would definitely be able to stay far ahead and dominate the top spot.
"These are merely fourth-rank minor officials and fifth-rank physicians. With Young Master Shen's abilities, killing them would be as easy as taking something out of a bag..." He was speaking to Shen Tang, but his eyes remained fixed on the prefect, whose face was as pale as paper. He said with amusement, "Don't you think so?"
Whether these words were spoken by Shen Tang or the prefect, only he knew.
Shen Tang's forehead veins throbbed: "..."
Being teammates with Qi Shan is torture. If we were in a team fight, with his slacking skills, he would have been reported several times over.
She dodged the pincer attack from the two Martial Arts Warriors, wielding her "Motherly Sword" with ferocious speed and power. Each strike was imbued with a venting of anger, each move more ruthless, faster, and more precise than the last! It was as if she was using the two Martial Arts Warriors as substitutes to punish Qi Shan.
And then he didn't forget to make some tough remarks!
"Qi Yuanliang, you wait! I'll settle the score with you later!"
If it weren't for the fact that Qi Shan still had to engage in a war of words with her old flame, she would have given the other person a twelve-hour silence package right now. Hmph—give him some face in front of your enemy!
Shen Tang's harsh words didn't affect Qi Shan's good mood, but Prefect Yan Cheng's mood was not so pleasant. He looked at Qi Shan, who was like a lone wolf and a ferocious tiger, locking onto him. The latter seemed to be thinking about where to start tearing off large chunks of bloody flesh.
That look in his eyes gave him a sense of familiarity he hadn't felt in a long time.
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familiar?
That gaze, like that of a lone wolf or a ferocious tiger… he actually recognized one! Suddenly, as if remembering something, his eyes widened even further.
"You...you are...?"
The prefect was about to utter a name.
Suddenly, he lost his voice, and his face turned deathly pale.
Qi Shan coldly replied, "Yan Cheng has such a bad memory. Didn't I already say that my surname is Qi, my given name is Shan, and my courtesy name is Yuanliang?"
The prefect was also a master of various verbal techniques. In recent years, he had also managed to curry favor with a powerful patron, so he was "prosperous in literary pursuits." Naturally, his literary cultivation had not lagged behind, and he was even comparable to many talented and insightful scholars. He quickly lifted the ban on speaking.
He swallowed the words he hadn't finished speaking, looking at Qi Shan with suspicion and uncertainty. The more he looked, the more certain he became that his guess was correct. He took a breath and said, "Whether you are Qi Yuanliang or not, if I say... if I say that I didn't harm Qi Yuanliang, would you believe me?"
Qi Shan said calmly, "Yan Cheng, do you think I would believe you, given your two-faced and opportunistic nature? You don't need to argue; you can't win against me. Ask yourself honestly, do you feel guilty saying these words? Aren't you afraid of being haunted by ghosts in the middle of the night?"
Prefect: "..."
What he said made a lot of sense, but he himself didn't believe it.
The prefect was secretly terrified.
If the guy in front of him, who is using the identity of Qi Shan, is indeed the person he suspected, he probably won't be able to leave this place alive today.
"He won't shed tears until he sees the coffin"—this saying perfectly describes the prefect. He always felt he still had a chance to turn things around. He had survived that dire situation back then, so why would he die now?
The prefect was about to make a desperate attempt.
His remaining literary energy, barely recovered, was surging through his meridians. Just as he was about to help the guest elder, a sharp pain shot through his dantian, and his literary energy ceased.
He glared angrily at Qi Shan, who had a gloomy, cold smile on her face.
I silently cursed my ancestors for eighteen generations.
It really was that guy!
The next second, a jet of blood sprayed at his feet.
The weakest of the four-rank guards was slit in the throat by Shen Tang's sword, leaving only the fifth-rank physician. No longer restrained, Shen Tang's attacks became even more ruthless and vicious. Soon, he seized a perfect opportunity, kicking the man squarely in the chest. The force was so great that the ribs cracked under the strain, and the man slammed to the ground, rolling several times before finally lying on his back, dead with his eyes wide open.
Suppressing the urge to point at Qi Shan with the tip of his sword, Shen Tang took a deep breath: "Have you settled things with your old rival?"
She paused suspiciously on the word "old."
Qi Shan glanced indifferently at the two corpses of the guest retainers. Although fourth-rank retainers and fifth-rank officials did not possess martial arts soldiers and armor, they still had various weapons, and their strength and speed were far beyond that of ordinary people. They couldn't have lasted even half a quarter of an hour against Young Master Shen.
"Young Master Shen's martial arts have improved rapidly." Thinking back to how Shen Tang was chased all over the house by a fourth-rank underling, it's hard to believe such progress was achieved in less than six months. "Old scores aren't so easy to settle..."
Shen Tang: "..."
If her feelings could be visualized as emojis, they'd probably be either a confused look or the face of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.
She sneered, "Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child who's easy to fool? I was even keeping an eye on you while I was fighting with someone. When did you ever settle old scores with him?"
Damn it, any means or verbal sparring that don't aim to kill your enemy are just "flirting" or "love-hate relationships"!
Aside from their initial encounter, these two scholars didn't seem like scholars of literary mind at all—forget about a battle of wits and strength, they didn't even engage in a clash of literary spirits. Did they really expect her to believe they were mortal enemies? She felt insulted!
Qi Shan was in a great mood: "I was just calculating..."
Heaven can bear witness, he really didn't slack off this time.
Shen Tang: "..."
She was also a little puzzled—why didn't the prefect flee when the situation was unfavorable, nor did he help the two guest ministers defend against the enemy?
Because he knew he couldn't escape?
So, should we just wait to die?
This is not the style of a prefect.
According to Qi Shan, this person is definitely an elite among opportunists, and his ability to slip away and make a quick getaway is among the top ten in the entire Northwest. With such excellent escape skills, how could he possibly make the passive move of waiting to die on the spot?
Shen Tang intuitively felt that the problem lay with Qi Shan.
He asked, "What did you do?"
The prefect looked at Qi Shan with a gaze that seemed to want to devour him.
"It's nothing, just a little trick."
Shen Tang: "...Look at my expression, do you think I'd believe that?"
Qi Shan's sham literature is getting more and more sham.
Suddenly, the prefect coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face ashen, his chest heaving rapidly. He clutched his dantian, glaring at Qi Shan with hatred, and said, "Isn't it just that you want to avenge Qi Shan?"
Shen Tang: "...???"
She had been watching their conversation, but since Qi Shan didn't say anything, she didn't want to pry. So she coughed lightly twice and very considerately suggested, "Um—should I move aside? Give you two some space to catch up?"
"There's no need."
Qi Shan strode forward, first silently looking at the prefect.
The prefect glared at him intently!
The next second, Qi Shan suddenly raised his hand and threw a punch straight at the prefect's face. Not satisfied with knocking the man to the ground with one punch, he also kicked him twice, but the prefect remained defiant and didn't utter a sound.
Finally, they used their literary skills to tie him up tightly.
(End of this chapter)
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