Just then, a flute melody floated in from outside.
The mournful flute notes resonated in the chilly autumn night, carrying a sense of sorrow that seemed to pierce the heart. Yet, amidst this sadness, the murderous aura that permeated the long street seemed to be somewhat diluted.
“That guy's here too. I thought I’d be the only one.”
Lei Meng Sha felt a surge of relief. Facing Wen Nan Tian alone had made him feel a little insecure.
“Who's that guy?” Bai Li Dong Jun asked, puzzled.
A rose petal, stained with blood, drifted in from outside, landing in front of Wen Nan Tian and the others. They looked up and noticed countless delicate petals scattered across the long street and the bodies of the assassins.
“Qing Ge Gongzi, the ‘Elegant Gongzi’ of the North 離 Eight Gongzi. It's said that whenever he appears before others, he’s either accompanied by elegant music or a shower of petals. Now I see. It seems that in this world, there really are people who are…”
“So affected!”
Before Si Kong Chang Feng could finish his sentence, Wen Nan Tian and Bai Li Dong Jun said in unison.
“Er…”
Hearing their words, Si Kong Chang Feng was speechless for a moment, because he felt the same way.
Outside the door, Luo Xuan didn't hear their conversation. As he landed, adhering to his usual entrance style, he saw the bodies of assassins strewn across the ground. Judging from their attire, they were all from the Yan family.
He also saw Bai Mei Xiao Li, nailed to the rafters of the house at the end of the street.
And countless long swords scattered across the ground.
A terrifying thought began to take root in Luo Xuan's mind.
He quickly abandoned his pretense, flashing into Dong Gui Wine Shop like lightning. With a serious expression, he asked, “Lei Meng Sha, did you do this?”
“Do you think I have the ability to do that?”
Lei Meng Sha shrugged, adopting a “You’re overestimating me” attitude. His strength was naturally not weak, but he wasn’t powerful enough to single-handedly take down so many assassins, including Xiao Li, outside.
“Then who?”
Luo Xuan only then noticed the other people in the room.
He didn’t consider the two intelligence agents who were probably sent by Xiao Ruofeng to make contact. But the other two…
“Wen… Wen Hu Jiu Senior?” Luo Xuan quickly bowed and paid his respects. He had met Wen Hu Jiu a few times and knew his capabilities. Of course, he also knew that the assassins outside had been killed with swords, not poison.
The person who had done this couldn’t possibly be Wen Hu Jiu.
Could it be…
Lei Meng Sha patted Luo Xuan on the shoulder, introducing, “Don’t look anymore. It was done by this young genius from the Wen family. His name is Wen Nan Tian. Well, a future Sword Immortal.”
“See those swords stuck in the ground outside?”
“Yes!”
“That’s the work of Young Master Wen Nan Tian. He used his swordsmanship to take down those people outside with a single move.”
Hearing this, Luo Xuan made a surprised sound, then looked at Wen Nan Tian.
He had sensed an extremely powerful sword intent erupting in the city just now, causing all the nearby swords to tremble uncontrollably. He just hadn’t expected the person with such sword intent to be so young.
When did the Wen family have such a formidable young successor?
Luo Xuan thought to himself, but still bowed to them all. “I’m Luo Xuan. I’ve met you all.”
“Wen Nan Tian.”
“Hello, I’m Bai Dong Jun.”
“I’m Si Kong Chang Feng. It’s an honor to meet you!”
Wen Nan Tian and the others replied individually. Wen Hu Jiu remained silent.
This was a gathering of the young generation of the martial world. As an elder, he’d simply stay in the background. Looking at Lei Meng Sha and Luo Xuan, then at Wen Nan Tian, Wen Hu Jiu felt a sense of melancholy, a feeling of “young disciples in the martial world, old in their own way, the past fading like a distant dream.”
“That’s not right. I’m only in my thirties. I’m not old,” Wen Hu Jiu quickly drank a few mouthfuls of wine to calm himself. He wasn’t sure where that feeling came from. It was probably because his nephew had brought him so much shock today.
“Greetings to everyone.”
Luo Xuan responded to each of them, but his attention was mostly focused on Wen Nan Tian.
He could tell that Bai Li Dong Jun didn’t know martial arts and that Si Kong Chang Feng’s martial skills were mediocre. But he couldn’t see through Wen Nan Tian’s abilities at all. Despite the young man sitting there, he felt a very strange sensation.
It felt like if he closed his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to sense him at all.
Luo Xuan knew that staring at someone was impolite, so he shifted his gaze to Lei Meng Sha. “Right, you looked quite distressed just now. Did you encounter some difficulties?”
“Indeed, I did encounter a major problem.”
Lei Meng Sha glanced at Wen Nan Tian, who didn’t react. He then told him everything that had happened just now.
Hearing this, Luo Xuan’s face turned grim. This was indeed a major problem.
…
While the Dong Gui Wine Shop was bustling with activity, in Chai Sang City, the Qi Zi Garden.
“You’re injured?”
“There aren’t many experts in the Southwest Dao. With your abilities, how could you be injured so badly?”
“Who did it?”
As Su Mu Yu closed his eyes to recuperate, an uninvited guest arrived at his bedside, holding a short blade. The young man was named Su Chang He and, like Su Mu Yu, was an assassin from the Dark River.
Su Chang He, the Undertaker.
His reputation in the martial world was no less than Su Mu Yu’s.
Su Mu Yu slowly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing purple. “A very strong young man.”
“Young? You said young?”
Su Chang He acted as if he had heard something astonishing, shouting like a crazed dog, “The other party was younger than you, much younger? What’s his background? Where did this expert come from?”
“Stop!”
Su Mu Yu rubbed his forehead in exasperation. If the outside world knew that Su Chang He, the renowned Undertaker, was like this, the Dark River would probably have to close shop. But he knew he had no choice but to answer.
Because Su Chang He might really go crazy.
“Someone from the Wen family of Ling Nan. He said his name was…,” Su Mu Yu got up and walked to the tea table, pouring himself a cup of tea. After drinking it, he said slowly, “Wen Nan Tian.”
“He’s about sixteen or seventeen years old. Very young indeed.”
Su Chang He picked up the conversation. “But his strength doesn’t match his age, right?”
“Yes!”
“It seems you were defeated quite badly.”
Su Chang He circled Su Mu Yu, examining him from head to toe, as if he were seeing him for the first time. He looked like a completely different person, with a colder voice but a gentler tone.
“Tell me. How many moves did it take?”
Seeing Su Chang He settle into a chair and stare intently at him, Su Mu Yu could only suppress the urge to chase him away and reply coldly, “One move. I teamed up with Gu Jian Men, and they used a force that transcended their limits, but they still couldn’t withstand it.”
Just a single wave of his hand.
These few words were like a nightmare, deeply etched in Su Mu Yu’s mind.
PS: Seeking monthly tickets, seeking flowers.