Chapter 507: Assassin?

"Zhang Chengyong, are you alright?"

The towering warrior suddenly lunged, sending Zhang Chengyong flying, which startled Wang Lin's family. Zhang Guihua hurried over, ready to help Zhang Chengyong up from the ground, and seeing his pallid complexion twisted in pain, her face full of unhidden concern, she was about to say something.

"Younger aunt, I— I— I'm fine!"

Zhang Chengyong spoke tremblingly, never expecting the towering warrior to strike the moment his words finished; seeing his own younger aunt about to speak, fearing that whatever she said would offend the towering warrior, he hurriedly said:

"Younger aunt, when one is under a eave one must lower one's head; even if you don't think of yourself, you must consider your family's Ping'an. Some words must never be spoken!"

He was very angry; he believed he had never offended the towering warrior. Between them it was only their first meeting, merely a conversation.

He hadn't insulted the other side, yet the other side, without a word, knocked him flying. Deep down he harbored resentment toward the towering warrior, but that single strike made him clearly realize the gap between them.

He could only bury his resentment toward the towering warrior deep inside, and he certainly didn't want his younger aunt to stand up for him, insult the towering warrior, and suffer retaliation.

"You mutt, I only intended to teach you a lesson, but you actually did this; it seems you already have a way to seek death!"

Wang Ping'an's expression hardened, and deep in his eyes a flash of icy murderous intent flickered and vanished.

Without mentioning that Zhang Chengyong is his cousin uncle or even his own kin, he said Zhang Chengyong intervened for their family, not wanting the white lion that had just taken refuge with him to be forcibly bought and sold, prompting the other's sudden attack.

Under these circumstances, if he didn't stand up for his cousin uncle, others would still think the old Wang family is easy to bully.

Wang Lin, suppressing the anger in his heart, said, "Sir, what are you doing? My nephew hasn't wronged you; why would you harm him?"

The towering warrior gave Wang Lin a cold glance and said nothing.

"Ji Nian, what are you doing? This younger brother was just speaking nicely to you; why did you strike him and send him flying with a slap?"

Yuan Ziming stepped forward, snorted in displeasure, but if one looked closely, a hint of sarcasm could be seen deep in his eyes as he said:

"Could it be that you consider him a lowborn, think he has no right to speak before you, and that's why you sent him flying?"

"Young master, from the way you speak, you still don't know who Ji Nian is. My background isn't good either; how could I look down on someone with an equally poor origin?"

At this point, Ji Nian paused, looked contemptuously at Zhang Chengyong, who lay sprawled like a dead dog in Zhang Guihua's arms, and said angrily:

"I sent him flying because he treated me like a three‑year‑old child!"

It should be noted that although he came from an ordinary family, after years of struggle he earned the county magistrate's favor, became Yuan Ziming's personal bodyguard, and in the whole Fengyin County he now holds status and rank—a true social ascent—so he naturally looks down on the low‑born common folk.

He is no longer the man he once was; now he is a person of standing.

Yuan Ziming asked curiously, "You said he treated you like a three‑year‑old child; what do you mean by that?"

"Young master, he just said that the grandson of that household was favored by Lv Qianhu, who wishes to take him as a disciple; Lv Qianhu is what kind of person…"

Ji Nian sneered, about to mock Zhang Chengyong and the Wang family, when suddenly his hair stood on end, as if a flood beast were staring at him; his complexion changed, he quickly looked up, and a streak of Flowing Light shot out, a palm sending Yuan Ziming flying, and he shouted, "Whoa!"

"Not good!"

"Thump!" Yuan Ziming, who had been waiting for Ji Nian to mock Zhang Chengyong and Wang Lin's family for entertainment, was caught off guard; Ji Nian's palm thrust him into the air, he crashed heavily to the ground, and two sharp‑eyed warriors helped him up, angrily saying:

"Ji Nian, what are you doing…"

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Nian radiated a massive surge of true Qi; with a "Sss!" a cold‑glinting great sword burst from its scabbard and slashed forward.

"Clang!"

A deafening metallic clash rang out, and immediately Ji Nian's whole body was hurled backward; suspended in midair, a spray of fresh blood spurted.

"Assassin! Assassin! Guard the carriage! Guard the carriage!"

Yuan Ziming had intended to scold, wondering what madness had seized Ji Nian to dare push him out, but the sight startled him; disregarding Ji Nian's fate, he hurried behind the warriors, yet still felt unsafe, rushed to a luxurious carriage, and, trembling, shouted:

"Master, there's, there's, an assassin!"

"How bold!"

The next moment, a thunderous cold shout rang from the luxurious carriage, and an elderly man with white hair stepped out, watching Ji Nian flying through the air, pursued by a lethal Flying Sword that seemed about to pierce him; a strange expression flickered in his eyes.

"Now!"

The next instant, a dull thud sounded as the Flying Sword was about to pierce Ji Nian's body, when a turtle‑shell shield suddenly materialized before him, blocking the attack.

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Later.

The white‑haired elder lunged at the Flying Sword!

"Who would have thought there are still masters!"

Wang Ping'an originally intended, with a single sword strike, to make Ji Nian pay for his arrogance, but he never expected a mysterious elder to suddenly appear and stop him from killing Ji Nian.

Seeing the matter as untenable, Wang Ping'an, too lazy to tangle further with the elder, withdrew his Flying Sword.

Luo Lekang prepared to strike, to seize the special Flying Sword, but the sword suddenly fled; as he watched its escape, a strange hue deepened in his eyes, and from midair it descended step by step toward Liu Dongzhu, who had just stepped down from the white lion's back.

His gaze lingered mainly on Wang Ping'an, who was in Liu Dongzhu's embrace!

He never imagined that the Flying Sword that had just attacked Ji Nian, nearly taking his life, would end up inside this child's body.

Like a flash of Flowing Light, it vanished instantly; those around might not have seen the Flying Sword's trajectory, but his eyesight was decent enough to see it clearly.

Wang Lin, seeing Luo Lekang clearly heading for his family's Dongzhu or Ping'an, quickly stepped in front of Liu Dongzhu, flattering with a smile, and said:

"Sir, I don't know what orders you have; if you fancy this white lion, feel free to take it away!"

(End of Chapter)