The Grand Tutor's Mansion.
When Dong Zhu returned, the eastern sky was already turning white, and it was almost dawn.
But it was still dark, and the night was not yet over.
It makes you want to sleep but you can't.
Dong Zhu was no longer sleepy. He paced back and forth in the study, and finally sat down with a sigh.
An unassuming servant, over fifty years old, was also in the study, serving him tea and water, grinding ink, and attending to him.
Dong Zhu asked his servant, "Do you think it was right for me to force the Red King to kneel in the White King's mansion?"
The servant replied, "Grand Tutor's actions are acceptable for the sake of the overall situation. The difficult part is that you please neither side. Forcing the Red King to kneel may save him, but it will also make him resent you. Since you did not stand on the White King's side, the White King is also dissatisfied with you."
“Who says otherwise?” Dong Zhu sighed again. “As a veteran of three reigns, I have too many things to consider. These kids only know how to fight and kill. The emperor isn’t even awake yet, and they’re already vying for the throne…”
"Grand Tutor, there were too many people around, so it wasn't convenient to kill you. Now, I, Lin, am here to take your life."
Dong Zhu was confiding his troubles to his servant when a cold, murderous threat suddenly came from outside the room, making his heart skip a beat.
"Lin? Lin Bufan?" he suddenly exclaimed.
The servant immediately turned around, drew a sword from behind him, and slashed at the voice.
The speaker was outside the window, which was split in two by the sword energy, yet the speaker remained unharmed.
He brushed the dust off his face and walked over slowly.
Upon seeing this person's appearance, Dong Zhu knew that it was none other than Lin Bufan.
"It really is you, Lin Jianxian. What grudge do I have against you?"
"What do you think? Helping the Red King, standing on the Red King's side, shouldn't you die?"
Wearing a lifelike human skin mask, Su Changhe impersonated Lin Bufan and suddenly unleashed another sword strike.
The servant immediately stepped in front of Dong Zhu and forcefully took the blow.
Su Changhe exclaimed, "Your strength is not bad, stronger than Su Muyu, and even surpasses the Furious Sword Immortal and the King of Killers. You were once a famous figure in this region, but now you are willing to be a servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion?"
The servant remained calm, pointing his sword at Su Changhe. "The King of Murder is dead, and there is no more Li Tian in this world. There is only a servant who wants to repay a debt of gratitude."
"Did the Grand Tutor do you a favor?"
"yes."
"Do you think you can save him from my sword?"
"I know you've been making waves lately, defeating or killing countless masters, but I'd like to test your sword."
"Try it. Anyway, if you lose, I won't take your life, but his."
Su Changhe makes another move.
This is the third sword strike. It's no longer a test of strength like the previous two, nor is it going to hold back. It unleashes the power of a Divine Realm cultivator.
Crushing, utterly crushing.
But it's about the sword, not the person.
Even when it comes to people, it's not the King of Killers he's targeting, but Dong Zhu.
In the blink of an eye, the King of Killers' sword broke, and Dong Zhu fell to the ground dead.
The murderer stared blankly at the remaining sword hilt in his hand, then turned to look at Grand Tutor Dong, who lay dead on the ground behind him.
Grief, anger, murderous intent, regret... all surged through my mind.
"Lin Bufan~"
The King of Killers roared, "You're forcing me to return to the underworld!"
"If you're so capable, come to the White Prince's Mansion and kill me."
Su Changhe soared into the air and flew out of the Grand Tutor's mansion in the blink of an eye.
Its speed was so fast that even the King of Killers couldn't catch it.
He could only stare in the direction Su Changhe had left, cursing Lin Bufan through gritted teeth again and again.
Achoo!
In Sikong Qianluo's room at the White Prince's Mansion, Lin Bufan stood by the window, adjusting his clothes while sneezing.
Sikong Qianluo lay on the bed, hugging the quilt to cover her delicate body, looking at Lin Bufan with apologetic eyes.
"Brother Lin, I'm so sorry, I've made you go through all this trouble."
"It's not your fault, there's another reason."
Lin Bufan comforted the beauty.
He felt, deep down, that someone was cursing or insulting him.
Sikong Qianluo jumped out of bed, still wrapped in a blanket, and walked to the window.
He spread his arms and hugged Lin Bufan, along with the blanket.
"It's so warm here, you must have caught a cold."
"Perhaps."
Lin Bufan also put his arm around Sikong Qianluo, saying, "But with you by my side, my heart feels warm."
Sikong Qianluo was secretly pleased upon hearing this and asked, "Am I now on par with the Second City Lord in your heart?"
Lin Bufan smiled and said, "Judging from your performance, you have surpassed her in one aspect."
Sikong Qianluo was even more delighted and tiptoed to give Lin Bufan a sweet kiss.
Lin Bufan felt relaxed and happy as he helped Sikong Qianluo put her hair up in a bun.
The anger caused by Xiao Yu's mess tonight has finally subsided.
At this time, Lin Bufan was unaware that Su Changhe had impersonated him and killed Dong Zhu.
News of Dong Zhu's murder spread like wildfire, reaching the court and the public.
Enraged, the Killer King went to the Crimson King's Mansion, declaring his intention to return to the martial world and cooperate with Xiao Yu to deal with Lin Bufan.
Ironically, when he removed the human skin mask, Su Changhe, who was impersonating Lin Bufan, was right in front of him, and he was completely unaware of it.
“Very good, join us, let’s kill Lin Bufan together.” Su Changhe said, secretly smiling to himself.
"I will host a banquet to invite Lin Bufan over, ostensibly to apologize to him, but actually to ambush him and ensure he doesn't leave alive," Xiao Yu added.
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