Chapter 48 The Damned Thief: A Bloodbath Caused by a Bounty
Sikong Zhaixing felt itchy, hot, and numb all over, but he couldn't reach out to scratch.
He had intended to teach this troublemaker a lesson, which is why he had deliberately used a large amount of itching powder. However, he ended up suffering the consequences himself!
He was truly suffering in silence, and could only grit his teeth and squeeze out a few words, "Because I never take a bath. Sir, you'd better take a bath too!"
He said ominously, "Be careful you don't end up like me."
Upon hearing this, Wei Sheng Xian Yue pinched her nose and jumped several feet away, unable to bear it any longer, saying, "You're going to die! Why don't you take a bath! Even if you're poor, you can't be unkempt!"
With a clatter, a piece of gold was thrown at his feet. "This is a reward for buying you bathwater!! Get out of my room! I can already smell your poverty on you!"
Sikong Zhaixing looked at the gold nuggets at her feet and laughed in anger. Who on earth doesn't take a bath?
Heaven bears witness, could you please send a bolt of lightning to strike her dead?
He was so angry that he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and almost fainted.
He's the world's number one thief; people ask him to do something for 200,000 taels of silver a time. Is he really that poor?
Sikong Zhaixing stood still, taking several deep breaths to barely maintain the expression on his face.
He crouched down, enduring the humiliation, and picked up the silver coin meant for buying bathwater, almost grinding his teeth to dust.
Just you wait, you better not fall into my hands.
He had barely taken a stiff step out the door when it slammed shut behind him.
A disdainful grumble escaped from under the door: "What kind of person is he? Asking him to take a shower is like asking him to die."
Sikong Zhaixing: ...A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. I'll tolerate you one last time.
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In the latter half of the night, a thin tube gently pierced the pale yellow window paper, and a little bit of white smoke seeped in.
A moment later, the tightly closed door was pushed open a crack. The next instant, a fleeting black shadow slid up the roof like a swallow.
This person possessed superb lightness skills, and moved without making the slightest sound.
Sikong Zhaixing lay on the roof ridge, secretly observing, and sure enough, the troublemaker had fallen into a deep sleep.
Although he couldn't figure out how the itching powder got on him, his sleeping potion was a unique, secret recipe. This amount would keep even a wild boar weighing several hundred pounds asleep for three days and three nights; he wasn't worried about failing to seduce her.
He jumped down gracefully, landing on his toes without making a sound.
This troublemaker looked quite innocent and cute when she was asleep, but unfortunately, after only half a day, he could no longer know more about what kind of person she really was!
Thinking of the humiliation he had suffered during the day, he gritted his teeth and reached for Wei Sheng Xian Yue's money bag.
The golden-threaded robes were all lined up at the back!
I'd like to see how arrogant you can be now that you're broke.
You like giving out rewards, don't you?
These wicked hands were about to touch the money bag made of special material when, in the next instant, a flash of blue light appeared, the restriction was triggered, and an immense force hurled Sikong Zhaixing away.
With a loud bang, he fell heavily to the ground, and the wooden vase stand behind him shattered into pieces, creating quite a scene.
Amidst a deafening roar, Xianyue abruptly opened her eyes, scrambled to her feet, and squinted at the thief lying on the ground, rubbing his chest.
The thief naturally saw her too, but he neither dodged nor flinched, only asking persistently, "You didn't fall down!"
His drug didn't even work?
This is his exclusive secret recipe!
Sikong Zhaixing had long guessed that since she could swagger around in the city wearing a golden robe, she must be quite skilled in martial arts and have many ways to save her life.
But this is his exclusive secret recipe! If this troublemaker hadn't gone too far, he wouldn't have even planned to use it.
He cursed inwardly, wondering if this person was truly his nemesis.
Since Sikong Zhaixing had already disguised himself, he naturally wouldn't bother with a mask.
Xianyue easily recognized the thief as the unwashed waiter. She said angrily, "Well, you're really biting the hand that feeds you! I kindly gave you a reward, and you actually stole my Qiankun bag!"
She stood up and strode over, saying fiercely, "Do you know that I hate thieves more than anything in my life?! You dare to steal my things, Wei Sheng Xian Yue? You've got a death wish!"
Since running away from home at the age of fourteen, only to have all his belongings stolen in half a day, leaving him with no choice but to beg and perform on the streets to raise money for his journey home, Wei Sheng Xian Yue has devoted all his knowledge to the theft prevention of every magical artifact.
She is no longer the Wei Sheng Xian Yue she once was; the person who can steal her magical artifact hasn't been born yet!
Even if one in ten thousand misfortunes occurs, no one else can use these stolen magical artifacts. She has placed dozens of restrictions on each artifact, guaranteeing that no one but herself can break them.
She would never allow anyone to snatch her magical artifacts!
Thieves are the most vicious, unforgivable, and deserving of death in the world!
From the age of fourteen, she vowed to punish all the thieves in the world to avenge the blood feud of years past.
The prosperous era without thieves depends on her, Wei Sheng Xian Yue!
A raging fire of anger burned behind her. She swung her wrist, ready to beat the damned thief to a pulp, when the waiter suddenly stepped forward, bowed, and solemnly said, "I come from a poor family and was confused for a moment before committing this petty theft. After hearing your words, young lady, I now deeply regret my actions and will definitely turn over a new leaf!"
His words were extremely sincere, and the guilt and remorse in his voice were almost overflowing.
Wei Sheng paused, thinking that this person couldn't even afford bathwater, which was indeed pitifully poor.
As she wavered internally, she suddenly recalled the dark history of begging on the streets when she was fourteen, and the flames of anger rekindled.
She hasn't even stolen it yet!
She clenched her fists and said, word by word, "I'll teach you a lesson."
The waiter slowly retreated, and before anyone knew it, he had reached the window.
With a deft push of his hands, he leaped out of the window, laughing loudly.
He tumbled seven or eight times as soon as he landed, his voice carrying far away, "You'd better learn a lesson: next time, remember to strike first!"
Wei Sheng looked down from the window and saw that the figure had become a very small dot.
She nodded, a sweet smile spreading across her face.
Well done.
It fits the stereotype of a thief.
I want to see if you're faster, or if my thirty-three days are faster.
She formed a hand seal, and the spirit stones inlaid on her bracelet jingled. "Thirty-three heavens, bring this damned thief back to me."
No sooner had she finished speaking than the white jade pendant carved at her waist flashed and transformed into more than a dozen jade discs, which chased after her like arrows released from a bow, as fast as fire.
The jade discs linked together to form a bluish-gray chain, which in the blink of an eye coiled around Sikong Zhaixing's waist like a water snake.
He felt a tightness around his waist, and in the next instant, he was thrown into the air, dragged back to his inn room by this strange thing.
He was unceremoniously thrown to the ground by the jade disc, the fragments beneath him jingling, but Sikong Zhaixing paid no heed.
He stared blankly at the jade disc linked together at his waist as if struck by lightning. What was this thing?
Was he drugged?
If the Six Doors had this, could he prepare to retire from the martial arts world?
To his disbelief, the dozen or so jade discs coalesced and solidified, transforming into a jade pendant in a pair of delicate, fair hands.
He slumped to the ground, looking up at the hands with no regard for his appearance.
Wei Sheng Xian Yue, arms crossed and looking into his eyes, smiled sweetly and said, "Keep running, weren't you feeling pretty smug just now?"
Sikong Zhaixing was speechless. He stared at the jade pendant, swallowed hard, and humbly asked, "What is this?"
"This is a magical artifact that you mortals could never possess in your lifetime," said Xianyue, raising her chin arrogantly.
Sikong Zhaixing didn't seem to believe it or not, but just blinked, nodded and smiled, "So you're a fairy! Forgive me for not recognizing you. Fairy, please forgive me this time."
"Spare you? You made me waste my spirit stones for nothing, and you still want me to spare you?" She gritted her teeth and kicked him.
"I have an eighty-year-old mother, a son born in the Year of the Rooster, and two seriously ill older brothers and sisters-in-law..."
As Xianyue was pondering how old the child born in the Year of the Rooster should be, she saw this person repeat the same trick, flipping in mid-air and shooting out of the window like a rocket.
The roof tiles trembled softly, indicating that this person was quite skilled at scaling walls and rooftops.
Xianyue didn't even glance at him, only shouting at the top of her lungs, "Thirty-three Heavens!"
A few seconds later, she looked at Sikong Zhaixing, who was tightly bound, and scoffed.
Her almond-shaped eyes loomed close to his, and she asked with a smile, "Why aren't you running anymore?"
This time, Sikong Zhaixing could no longer laugh. He looked at the smug look on the person in front of him without saying a word.
Seeing his dejected expression, Xianyue finally felt relieved.
She had previously imprisoned those blatant robbers in the Canghai Scroll to do hard labor, but for this thief in front of her, whose deeds were heinous and who had committed murder and escaped, doing hard labor was too lenient for him!
Her eyes lit up, and she suddenly thought of something good.
A dark green leaf appeared out of thin air in her hand. She skipped over to the desk, picked up the pen that Sikong Zhaixing had bought for her, and couldn't help but sneer, "Why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you going to beg for mercy for your son who was born in the Year of the Rooster?"
Sikong Zhaixing said with a wry smile, "I admit defeat. Do whatever you want. I know I can't escape."
Xianyue finally smiled with satisfaction. She kicked him while holding the calligraphy brush and asked, "So, what's your name?"
The man closed his eyes and said, "If you want to fight, then fight; if you want to kill, then kill."
Xianyue kicked him again, saying irritably, "Name! Style name!"
The man sighed and said with a wry smile, "My name is Lu Xiaofeng."
Xianyue, without a doubt, twirled her pen to confirm, "Which Lu? Which Xiao? Which Feng?"
Sikong Zhaixing was about to say that it was of course Lu Xiaofeng's Lu, but then she thought that all of this was thanks to Lu Xiaofeng.
So he immediately broke down and explained the three words one by one with a bitter expression.
While he was digging for earthworms, Lu Xiaofeng certainly couldn't be idle either.
"Judging from the name, it's no good!" Xianyue scoffed.
Sikong Zhaixing suppressed a laugh and said calmly, "I, Lu Xiaofeng, truly have no face to refute this."
The ink seeped into the veins of the leaf little by little. In an instant, the dark green leaf, which had been shimmering with a black light, suddenly turned translucent white, and then, like a flying boat, it drifted away from the window on the wind.
Its legs weren't for escaping, but rather to find Lu Xiaofeng!
Wei Sheng Xian Yue's almond-shaped eyes widened as she turned to look at Si Kong Zhai Xing, gritting her teeth as she said, "You're not Lu Xiao Feng! How dare you lie to me!"
She stomped her foot, went straight up to him, and pinched the soft flesh on his arm, angrily saying as she twisted, "What's your name? Tell me or I'll kill you!"
Sikong Zhaixing gasped as she was being pinched, pleading, "I'll talk, I'll talk, please let go."
Xianyue raised her voice in disbelief, "You're actually making conditions on me now!"
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." He made up a story on the spot, "My name is Lu Xiaoji."
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