Chapter 410: Assassination Targeting the Three Great Yuan Dan Middle Realm

The general slightly raised his head, revealing a face with sharp angular features beneath his bamboo hat—it was none other than the Xiaoqi Wei's Zhong Lang Jiang, Ye Xingruo.

He trembled slightly and said, "His Majesty just summoned him into the palace!"

The man opposite looked bewildered, not knowing which road "he" took and what that had to do with His Majesty summoning "him" into the palace—hadn't it long been known that "he" had entered the palace?

Ye Xingruo set down his wine cup and said, "His Majesty seems truly intent on marrying Yueyue to him!"

The opposite man understood, sighed, and said, "The Princess Tai Ping and the general were childhood sweethearts, innocent and close—they ought to have been the perfect match, alas…"

Ye Xingruo muttered to himself, "If I wait any longer, I'll have no hope left, so I bribed the seeing-off eunuch!"

The opposite man startled, "So the general knows he's taking this route? But…"

"No 'but'!" Ye Xingruo exclaimed, somewhat agitated, "Kill him, let him die—Princess Tai Ping will forever be mine; even if I incur some punishment, it doesn't matter!"

The opposite man nodded, "I'll accompany you, my lord, but I don't know what realm this person is in."

Ye Xingruo said, "The scout we sent back reported that this person was a genius in East Lan Small City, later taken away by a Tianyuan Sect expert, and recently returned to his hometown to shine brightly—his cultivation might be at the Qi Sea Great Perfection to Yuan Dan Initial Realm!"

The man nodded, "If he's no higher than Yuan Dan Initial Realm, we can kill him with a single strike!"

Ye Xingruo gave a slight nod, then his eyes narrowed: "Here they come!"

The two immediately sat upright, lowered their bamboo hats, donned their veils, and assumed a posture ready to pounce.

Xiao xiao xiao…

Heng Xian's carriage approached from afar, coming slowly; at first many pedestrians filled the nearby streets, but they gradually dwindled, and by the time it reached the tavern where Ye Xingruo and his companion were, the street suddenly fell utterly deserted—no one remained!

Ye Xingruo startled, "Did you send people to clear the area?"

The opposite man also looked confused, "No!"

Hum—

At that moment, a faint humming came from the diagonal opposite.

The two looked over and were greatly startled.

Inside the carriage, Heng Xian was meditating with closed eyes, when he suddenly snapped them open.

"Sir, I too am helpless; I would die a hundred times without complaint—please don't blame me!"

Having said that, the carriage-driving eunuch abandoned the vehicle and fled on foot.

Hum—

That humming arrived instantly, piercing the carriage in one blow, shattering both horse and carriage frame into fragments.

The carriage-driving eunuch, who hadn't had time to run far, let out a miserable scream and was also torn into three pieces by the fierce wind.

Fresh blood, wood splinters, severed limbs, and shattered bricks and tiles flew through the air.

Heng Xian remained unharmed, swayed far away, and landed steadily on the ground, gazing at the fleeting source of the hum—it seemed to be a small dagger—and he frowned deeply.

Assassins have arrived, Yuan Dan Middle Realm!

It seems there's more than one!

The street lay silent, and nearby civilians fled in panic.

Just then, a figure sliced through the air and suddenly lunged, wielding a blood-red long blade, shrouded in overwhelming blade aura and terrifying killing intent, swinging down from above.

The "Kill Blade Intent" was intense to the extreme; the blade's shadow resembled a looming skyscraper, and wherever it passed, buildings on either side of the street cracked inch by inch.

Heng Xian stood still, drew a deep breath, extended his right hand, and the Chi Mei Sword flashed forth.

As the sword left its sheath, it hummed like a dragon's roar, piercing the ears.

Immediately, one person and one sword surged forward; in an instant they stood before the opponent, sword qi like a celestial dragon entering the world, tracing tens of zhang of blade light—Kind Sword Intent—sweeping everything away.

"This, this…"

Inside the window of the Guest Joy Inn, Ye Xingruo and his companion stared, mouths agape.

It wasn't just because unexpected guests had arrived and someone had stolen the initiative; it was also because this "Poetry Sage" Heng Xian had suddenly taken up a sword—and so fearsomely!

"The Poetry Sage is at Yuan Dan Initial Realm Great Perfection, his Kind Sword Intent at Great Perfection, his sword extraordinarily heavy, his spiritual power immensely strong, his swordsmanship extremely refined—far surpassing even the sword-obsessed veterans of the army, truly…" the man muttered, unable to find words.

Boom—

At that moment, blade and sword clashed, emitting a violent roar; the nearby streets instantly shattered and collapsed.

The tavern where Ye Xingruo and his companion were also collapsed; they had no choice but to leap and land behind a pile of rubble, then look back onto the scene, where they couldn't help but stare in shock.

All they saw was that the outcome had already been decided!

The blade-wielding expert who had attacked Heng Xian was flung high into the air, smashing through a stall of stone slabs, barely managing to plant his blade in the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, Heng Xian floated down lightly, his hair fluttering, right hand gripping his sword, his expression calm.

Victory was clear at a glance!

"To halt killing with kindness! This Poetry Sage… is so strong!" the man beside Ye Xingruo whispered, his pupils contracting.

"Yuan Dan Middle Realm—nothing more!"

On the long street.

Heng Xian's aura was unified as he gazed at the assassin opposite, giving a faint smile.

This person truly couldn't be called strong—just a crude fighter, brave but lacking versatility; even if he were one realm above me, it wouldn't matter.

The assassin's face was covered in fresh knife scars, like a wicked ghost, as he slowly rose, his voice low: "I never imagined that a poet who flaunts his verses would possess such strength, and that Kind Sword Intent would be the perfect counter to me!"

Heng Xian didn't reply, merely letting out a light chuckle.

"Die!"

The scar-faced man suddenly leapt up again, his aura even more ferocious, tinged with a hint of bloodlust; his long blade sliced through the air, whipping up a blade-like gale—though he dared not employ "Kill Blade Intent" again. As he attacked, he also unleashed his natal magic treasure.

That "natal magic treasure" was a die, rolling swiftly along the ground, reducing the blue stone pavement to powder wherever it passed, swift as lightning, heading straight for Heng Xian's lower stance.

Blade above, die-shaped natal treasure below—they complemented each other perfectly!

Over the years, forty-six Yuan Dan cultivators have died beneath this very move of his!

Amidst the ruins, Ye Xingruo stared unblinking and said, "This move is even stronger—he's brought out his natal magic treasure, risking everything; Heng Xian must…"

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils constricted. He saw another person appear at the end of the street behind Heng Xian—a woman with an aura like a rainbow, her cultivation at the Yuan Dan Middle Realm. As soon as she appeared, she brandished a long whip and lunged for the back of Heng Xian's head.

Moreover, a natal magic treasure in the form of a mother-and-child sword was hidden in the buildings beside the street, approaching her rapidly.

The nearby man exclaimed, "Another Yuan Dan Middle Realm expert has appeared! He's using his strongest move, attacking from both sides—Heng Xian is doomed!"

"You go too!" Yè Xíngruò said in a low voice.

The man hesitated: "Do… you still need me?"

"Just in case!" Yè Xíngruò gritted her teeth.

"Yes!"

The man nodded vigorously, flickered into the air above the long street, and his aura erupted—he too was at the Yuan Dan Middle Realm.

He held a thick black long spear, black smoke billowing like a dragon, thrusting it at Heng Xian; behind him, the "Broken Blade Natal Magic Treasure" immediately flew out to attack!

Besides the man himself, the scar-faced man on the left wielding a knife and the whip-wielding woman on the right both blinked in surprise, not expecting anyone else to join the attack!!

The scene of three Yuan Dan Middle Realm experts attacking together was terrifying!

The entire long street shuddered and collapsed, the aura in midair surging wildly, shooting straight up to the clouds.

Yè Xíngruò watched closely while clenching her fists, whispering, "Death…"

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils constricted.

He saw Heng Xian in the arena showing no panic, merely his aura rising to the peak of the Yuan Dan Initial Realm, when a terrifying sword field suddenly appeared——

Countless sword qi swirled around him, howling back and forth, rapidly spreading wildly in all directions; the sword cries rang "chirp-chirp" nonstop, shaking people's eardrums painfully, as if the entire long street were under his command!

"With such a powerful aura, what talent and background does this guy have?" Yè Xíngruò muttered to herself.

Heng Xian was indeed not tense or panicked at this moment; when pursued by the Fourteen Sects, he had constantly feared a Nascent Soul old monster would descend from the heavens to take his head, and by now his lifetime of tension and fear had pretty much been exhausted.

He keenly sensed the three's spell trajectories and quickly reacted——

His natal magic treasure, the "Heaven-Overturning Seal", flashed forth, wrapping itself in terrifying power as it smashed toward the scar-faced man.

He himself rushed toward the woman behind him; in midair, he suddenly split into two.

As for the third man, the assassin, his speed was a beat slower, so he was temporarily ignored!

(End of chapter)