Chapter 103

Since, setting aside that strange blue light, the middle-aged guard in front of them also had Rank 9 or higher skills, he was definitely not someone that the two grand-disciples of Sigu Jian could handle!

The two female assassins looked at each other in silence, suddenly scattered a large amount of poisonous powder, stepped on their toes, and turned to flee.

Want to run?

The middle-aged guard sneered, actually ignoring the sky-filling poisonous powder, and caught up with the two women's figures at a faster speed.

At the same time, the courtyard wall in front of the carriage shattered with a roar, and a burly man over two meters tall crashed through the brick wall, flying backward like a cannonball and falling heavily to the ground.

"Pfft—"

The burly man spat out a mouthful of blood, climbed up while clutching his twisted arm, and glared fiercely at the large hole in the wall.

Only to see Fu Hao, who was equally burly, walk out from the shattered courtyard wall, his upper body bare and covered in blue patterns, looking at the seriously injured burly man with a murderous gaze.

"If I haven't misidentified you, you are the Northern Qi hard-body master Cheng Jushu, right?"

"A mere Rank 8 hard-body martial artist, daring to assassinate my Young Master in the capital..."

"Speak! Who exactly instigated this?!"

Hearing Fu Hao's words full of murderous aura, Cheng Jushu bared his corners of his mouth, revealing teeth full of blood; it looked like he did not intend to answer this question.

Fu Hao was instantly furious, grabbed Cheng Jushu by the neck, and lifted his massive, heavy body into the air.

"Speak..."

"Zing—"

Before the words were finished, a cyan sword light attacked from the side, instantly sweeping across Cheng Jushu's head.

The skin that should have been impervious to blades and spears was as fragile as tofu in front of this sword light, easily pierced through.

Red and white matter flowed out from the blood hole in his forehead. Cheng Jushu was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the world in front of him gradually disappear, his consciousness completely falling into darkness.

Looking at the pair of eyes that had lost their luster in front of him, the words Fu Hao had not yet spoken were swallowed back.

He smashed Cheng Jushu's corpse onto the ground fiercely and glared at Nie Kang, who was walking over, saying: "You!"

"What about me?"

Nie Kang said unceremoniously: "Did the Young Master ask you to interrogate the assassin on the street?"

Fu Hao's tone stalled, then his momentum weakened, and he looked toward the carriage with some guilt.

Nie Kang snorted and glanced at him: "Remember, by the Young Master's side, do less unnecessary things—also, hurry up and move all the corpses here away; blocking here, the carriage can't even move!"

"..."

Fu Hao's mouth twitched. After glaring at Nie Kang, he sullenly moved away Cheng Jushu's corpse.

Just at this moment, two black shadows swept over his head and landed on the open space in front of the carriage.

Fu Hao and Nie Kang turned their heads to look and found that it was exactly the two female swordsmen Fan Xian had mentioned.

Not only that, Shi Hanwu, who walked out from the courtyard, was also carrying another man in black in his hand. Looking at his slightly heaving chest, he should only be unconscious and not dead.

At this point, all the assassins on Niulan Street were captured.

Throughout the whole process, Fan Xian sat in the carriage with a calm face, his fingers gently tapping on the desk in front of him, seemingly not caring at all about the various sounds coming from outside the carriage.

"Wu Ge, is it all resolved?"

Nie Kang smiled and greeted him.

Shi Hanwu nodded and threw the unconscious man in black at the foot of the wall.

Seeing Nie Kang's smile, Fu Hao was immediately dissatisfied: "I interrogated Cheng Jushu, and you blamed me for doing unnecessary things. Wu Ge caught an extra person, why don't you talk about him?"

"Can that be the same?"

Nie Kang rolled his eyes, then glanced at the man in black and asked: "Wu Ge, who is this?"

Shi Hanwu said calmly: "Also an assassin, but he can use wind arts; he should be a mage."

That's right, in the Qing Yu Nian novel, besides martial artists who practice Qi, there were also some mages who were regarded as unorthodox.

Most of the spells they used were very mediocre; although they could play gods and ghosts among the common people, they were simply not worth mentioning in front of martial artists.

"A mage who uses wind arts?"

Nie Kang's eyes lit up, and he praised: "Wu Ge, well done, the Young Master has long wanted to see these mages!"

As he spoke, he also provocatively glanced at Fu Hao, making Fu Hao's forehead veins bulge with anger, and even the runes on his body surface lit up a bit more.

At the same time, Teng Zijing, who was driving the carriage, turned his head and whispered to the small window on the carriage: "Young Master, they are all under control!"

"Very good."

Fan Xian nodded and said calmly: "Bring the three captured people onto the carriage; I will interrogate them after I return to the estate."

Teng Zijing was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Young Master, the Second Imperial Prince is still waiting for you to attend the banquet..."

Fan Xian glanced at him through the curtain and said irritably: "I've already been assassinated, and I'm still running to attend a banquet like nothing happened. Isn't this clearly letting everyone in the capital be wary of me?"

"They all say that the crying child gets milk. If I want to make good use of this assassination, I really can't attend this banquet!"

"Listen to me, return to the estate now, tell my father about this, and it's best to spread it throughout the capital!"

Teng Zijing had no more hesitation: "Yes!"

The order was given, and the three guards immediately moved, carrying the two female assassins and the mage into the carriage.

As for the three of them, they naturally had to walk and guard around the carriage to protect Young Master Fan, who had just been frightened by the assassination.

On the way back to the estate, Fan Xian opened the chat group and sent an invitation to Lin Yu.

After Lin Yu accepted the invitation, silver light instantly bloomed in the carriage, and a handsome young man in white walked out from it.

The moment he appeared, Lin Yu set up a soundproof barrier according to Fan Xian's request.

But immediately after, he saw the scene in the carriage, and his expression could not help but become strange.

"Young Master Fan, you're playing quite big!"

"..."

Fan Xian was stunned upon hearing this, looked toward the two unconscious female swordsmen following Lin Yu's gaze, and could not help but blush, hurriedly saying: "Brother Lin, listen to my explanation, this matter is absolutely not what you think!"

Before the words were finished, Fan Xian saw the teasing look on Lin Yu's face and immediately understood that the other party was just teasing him.

"It's the Niulan Street assassination, right?"

Lin Yu said with a smile: "According to the plot, these two female swordsmen are both grand-disciples of the Grandmaster Sigu Jian. You spared their lives; do you want to interrogate them for Sigu Jian's sword techniques, or do you want to build a good relationship with Dongyi City?"

"Both, I suppose!"

Fan Xian answered with a smile, then looked at the only male captive in the carriage:

"As for this guy, he can use wind arts; he should be a mage!"

"A mage?"

Lin Yu said with interest: "So your place is actually a novel world?"

Fan Xian shook his head: "Not necessarily, I have also seen many things unique to TV dramas."

Lin Yu nodded: "That's a fusion world..."

After the two chatted for a few sentences, Lin Yu began to search the souls of these three assassins.

It's just that the result of the soul search was somewhat unsatisfactory, especially this so-called mage; the magic power in his body was also radioactive Qi, and there was no value in using it as a reference.

As for Sigu Jian's sword techniques, they were a bit interesting.

In Lin Yu's view, it had even touched the spiritual realm, which was what this world called sword intent.

It's just a pity that the sword techniques in the minds of these two female swordsmen were incomplete, and I don't know if it was because their learning was not refined, or if Sigu Jian did not pass the full set of sword techniques to his disciples in the first place.

After the looting was finished, Lin Yu shared his gains.

Fan Xian uploaded the group file according to the rules, and after obtaining points, he said with a smile: "Alright, now these three only have the function of proving the Niulan Street assassination. I'll take them back and lock them up for a few days, then hand them over to the Overwatch Council!"

Lin Yu glanced at him: "They all saw the skills of the guards around you. Do you need me to help delete this memory?"

Fan Xian thought for a while and shook his head: "No need, these retainers of mine were all openly recruited, their identities are clean and white. Even if the Overwatch Council discovers that their strength has improved, at most they will guess they are Rank 8 masters!"

This is because the Rank 8 realm is the recognized limit that can be reached by external force.

Anything higher, Rank 9, can only be reached by talent and cannot be pushed by external force.

Hearing Fan Xian's words, Lin Yu nodded: "Also, three Rank 8 masters are enough to handle this assassination. As for their true strength, even if you take the initiative to say it out, I guess no one will believe it..."

The two chatted and laughed while taking the carriage to the Fan estate.

After returning to the Fan estate, Teng Zijing drove the carriage into the estate and stopped at the archway between the front courtyard and the back courtyard.

"Young Master, we're home!"

Teng Zijing leaned to the small window and whispered.

Fan Xian gave an 'en', then raised his hand to lift the carriage curtain.

But after the curtain was lifted, the first to walk down was not Fan Xian, but a handsome young man in white.

Seeing this scene, the three guards were all stunned, then instantly gripped their weapons, looking at the young man with alert expressions.

"Stop!"

Fan Xian jumped down after Lin Yu and smiled lightly at the three: "Don't be nervous, this gentleman's surname is Lin, he is an elder brother I got to know before. Now that he is passing through the capital, he will stay at the Fan estate for a few days."

The Young Master's sworn elder brother?

The three guards were slightly stunned, hurriedly released their weapons, and bowed: "Greetings, Young Master Lin!"

Lin Yu smiled and waved his hand, then under Fan Xian's lead, walked toward the study of the head of the Fan estate, Fan Jian.

After the two figures disappeared into the archway leading to the back courtyard, the three lowered their arms and looked at each other.

Fu Hao whispered: "When did Young Master Lin enter the carriage? Why didn't I notice any movement at all?"

Nie Kang shook his head: "Don't talk about you, even I didn't notice the slightest sign..."

Shi Hanwu walked to the side of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and glanced at the two: "The elder brother recognized by the Young Master, how could he be a simple person?"

"You two, don't just stand there like fools, hurry over and help!"

(End of chapter)