Chapter 48: This Slap Was Too Light

Yu Liancheng pinched a thin Embroidery Needle and thrust it heavily toward Jin Jiuling.

The Embroidery Needle used by Jin Jiuling was already quite astonishing; otherwise, he could never have blinded so many people.

But compared to this thrust from Yu Liancheng, it seemed to count for nothing.

The tiny Embroidery Needle had become a sword in Yu Liancheng's hand—a sharp, heavy Divine Sword.

As the sword momentum rose, it was enough to make ninety-nine percent of the sword practitioners in the world turn pale with fright. The "sword edge" collided with the airflow, bursting forth with sounds like a dragon's roar, shaking the garden until it hummed, causing bricks and tiles to tremble and clatter to the ground.

Jin Jiuling could not help but change color, feeling a soul-capturing Sword Intent heading straight for his left eye.

He channeled his vigorous True Qi, and with a "hum," it formed a slightly golden-glowing energy shield that felt as solid as reality.

However, the moment the golden energy shield collided with the force of the Embroidery Needle, it immediately collapsed, transforming into formless energy that rolled in all directions.

Jin Jiuling felt a cold, violent aura rushing toward his face. With a flash of lightning, a sharp pain came from his left eye; it had been pierced and burst, with blood gushing out.

In truth, this needle could have taken Jin Jiuling's life, but if he were to die just like that, it would be letting him off too easily.

"No..."

Jin Jiuling covered his left eye with one hand, his facial muscles twitching incessantly from the pain.

Yet he could no longer care about the agony; he turned to flee, and in this desperate situation, he was actually two points faster than before.

Just at this moment, Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou, and the others had also rushed over from Woyun Lou.

They saw this scene, their hearts filled with shock.

Although they had long expected that Jin Jiuling would be no match for Yu Liancheng, Jin Jiuling was known as the number one expert of the Six Fan School in three hundred years; he should not have been defeated so quickly.

She Wang had also been brought over by Gongsun Daniang.

Just then, She Wang's body suddenly jolted, breaking free from Gongsun Daniang's control, and his movements became agile, showing no signs of being injured at all.

"Chief Constable Jin, I have come to assist you!"

The crowd could not help but be stunned. Had She Wang not already betrayed Jin Jiuling?

With the heroes already arrived, Jin Jiuling had almost stepped into a death trap; why save him now?

With She Wang's martial arts, it would merely be throwing away another life.

Jin Jiuling had suffered repeated heavy blows, and because his left eye had been gouged out, his mind was somewhat blurred from the pain.

Hearing She Wang's voice, he did not even stop to distinguish it and flew toward him.

The distance between She Wang and Jin Jiuling closed rapidly.

Suddenly, an Embroidery Needle also appeared between She Wang's fingers.

Swish!

A cold light flashed.

Jin Jiuling's body, which had been flying through the air, suddenly fell heavily to the ground.

He let out a high-pitched, distorted scream. His complexion changed constantly, turning from white to red in a flash, and finally to purple, his body curling into a ball and shivering uncontrollably.

And if one looked closely, one could see a pool of blood beneath Jin Jiuling's crotch.

It turned out that the needle just now had been aimed directly at Jin Jiuling's lower body, and it was imbued with True Qi that exploded the moment it struck.

Perhaps that needle did not have the power to pierce metal or stone, but it was not something a mortal body could withstand.

The current Jin Jiuling now possessed the prerequisites for practicing the Sunflower Manual.

Everyone present was an expert or hero of the Edo; some would not even frown if an arm were hacked off. But at this moment, everyone could not help but gasp, their scalps tingling and their crotches shrinking.

Yu Liancheng landed gracefully and looked at the shivering Jin Jiuling, unable to help but say, "Brother Jin, you must remember in your next life. Never provoke a beautiful woman; they are always vengeful, and their methods of retaliation are very ruthless."

"Hmph." Hearing this, She Wang let out a cold snort, unexpectedly revealing a hint of a woman's coquettish charm.

A pale, gaunt underworld boss was actually striking such a pose.

Whoever saw it felt disgusted and wanted to vomit.

But Lu Xiaofeng did not; he stared fixedly at She Wang, his eyes filled with surprise, suspicion, and disbelief.

"It seems you have already discovered it. I said you would see Xue Bing today." Yu Liancheng said bluntly, "That's right, She Wang is Xue Bing."

She Wang calmly removed the disguise, and before the crowd stood a delicate and cold beauty—it was none other than the "Cold Rakshasa" Xue Bing.

"Good... you... you..." Jin Jiuling gradually regained clarity and finally realized he had been deceived, his whole body trembling so much he could barely speak.

She Wang had indeed died, but Yu Liancheng had struck a palm on his face, nearly disfiguring him.

And then Xue Bing disguised herself as She Wang to point out that Jin Jiuling was the Embroidered Bandit.

This plan was not seamless; as long as Jin Jiuling had been more careful, he might have discovered the flaws.

But Sikong Zhaixing and the note delivering the message were both real, which made Jin Jiuling subconsciously believe that it was also true that She Wang had not died.

"Right, I almost forgot you just now. I am not a person who likes to break his word." Yu Liancheng flicked his finger, and an Embroidery Needle flew out, blinding Jin Jiuling's right eye.

Following that, he kicked out, and Jin Jiuling's body shuddered again; his dantian instantly ruptured, and his deep internal energy flowed away like water. Unable to bear the blow any longer, he fainted.

"Brother Yu, you... doing this, isn't it a bit excessive? Furthermore, Jin Jiuling has already been apprehended; the Imperial Court will handle whatever punishment he deserves." Lu Xiaofeng could not help but say.

He and Jin Jiuling were friends after all, and he really could not bear to see the other party end up in such a state.

Yu Liancheng shrugged and said, "I like it."

Lu Xiaofeng gave a bitter smile and looked at Xue Bing again: "Where have you been these past two days? I couldn't find you anywhere; you should have at least told me."

"Slap."

Xue Bing gave Lu Xiaofeng a crisp, clean slap across the face.

This was her answer.

After delivering the slap, Xue Bing looked indifferent and left without a trace of expression.

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned.

"What I said at Woyun Lou was all true." Yu Liancheng seemed to see his confusion and said calmly, "She Wang originally intended to drug Xue Bing and send her to Jin Jiuling's bed."

Lu Xiaofeng's heart sank instantly.

He could not imagine what fate would have befallen Xue Bing had she fallen into the hands of Jin Jiuling if not for Yu Liancheng saving her, nor how he would have answered to Xue Laofuren.

He felt that the slap Xue Bing had given him was too light.

Slap!

Suddenly, he received another slap to his face; this one was much heavier, nearly knocking him senseless.

"You must have been very regretful and in great pain just now. You felt that Xue Bing's slap was too light, so I am giving you another one."

Yu Liancheng looked at his neatly trimmed hands and smiled: "I have always enjoyed helping others, no need to thank me. Remember our wager; I think many people would like to see what Lu Xiaofeng looks like without hair."