A courtyard in Wu'an County.

The night was deep and quiet.

From head to toe, Meng Liangyu was wrapped in bandages, almost turned into a big zongzi, lying on the warm heated bed, feeling the burning pain of his wounds, unable to sleep.

The fat old man lay beside him.

Meng Liangyu endured, sweating all over, gritting his teeth, making a creaking sound.

After a while, the fat old man turned over, staring at Meng Liangyu, a trace of faint light gleaming in his small eyes in the dark.

"Senior, wh-what's wrong?"

Meng Liangyu was stared at for a while by the fat old man, feeling a bit uncomfortable, he turned his face, enduring the severe pain, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"I just sent away one who snores, and now here comes one who grinds teeth. Are you two here to torture me?"

The fat old man clenched his small chubby hands, looking aggrieved.

"I-I didn't mean to."

Meng Liangyu quickly stopped grinding his teeth, but the severe pain in his body was unbearable, taking several deep, cold breaths.

The fat old man said, "No need to hold back here, if you need to shout, just shout, if you need to yell, just yell, anyway, I can't sleep for a while."

"Thank you, Senior."

Meng Liangyu expressed his gratitude.

At this moment, the fat old man's ears moved slightly, as if sensing something, frowning.

Crack!

A slight sound came from the courtyard gate.

Meng Liangyu immediately became alert and quickly said, "Senior, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" The fat old man pretended not to know.

Meng Liangyu quickly said, "It seemed to be the sound of a door latch breaking just now!"

"Could be."

The fat old man replied casually, not intending to get up.

Immediately, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from the courtyard, sounding like more than a dozen people.

Meng Liangyu was shocked.

These incoming people were unfriendly!

He instinctively looked at the fat old man, who was still lying on the bed, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"My name is Shi Zuocheng, and I'm here to invite Miss Chen to take a walk with us. Third Young Master Huo is holding a banquet at Baihua Tower, waiting for your presence."

A voice suddenly rang in the courtyard, with a hint of mockery.

The room where Qingmu resided was silent, with no sound or response.

Struggling, Meng Liangyu stood up from the bed, seemingly intending to go out.

"No need to bother."

The fat old man frowned and said, "You're injured like this, are you going out to seek death?"

"Senior, these people are coming with ill intentions."

Meng Liangyu whispered, "I'll try my best to hold them off, you take Miss Chen and Zhiwei and leave first, go find Brother Chen."

He was heavily injured, his mind like mush, long lost his usual calmness.

At this moment, Shi Zuocheng spoke again, "You must be waiting for Chen Tang's return. I can tell you clearly, Chen Tang is dead and won't be coming back."

Hearing this, Meng Liangyu trembled all over, his hands and feet icy cold.

These people were from the Huo Family.

The force behind that Duan Zhao was the Huo Family!

Unexpectedly, because of his own matters, he had caused Brother Chen Tang's death!

Thinking of this, Meng Liangyu didn't know where he summoned the strength, he leapt off the bed.

He stumbled and grabbed the long knife Chen Tang had placed on the shelf, pushed open the door, and looked at the dozen people in the courtyard, shouting loudly, "Debts have owners, grievances have masters, Duan Zhao died because of me, it has nothing to do with others! Whatever you want, come at me!"

"Holy shit, a ghost!"

"What the hell!"

"Who are you?"

The Huo Family attendants were stunned when they saw Meng Liangyu covered in bandages.

After a closer look, they recognized it was a person.

"Leader Shi, what should we do with this person?"

"Kill him, just don't leave the body here."

Shi Zuocheng said casually, not considering Meng Liangyu a threat.

He continued, "Miss Chen, this is a miraculous fortune, many people dream of linking with our Huo Family, competing to climb onto our Young Master's bed. This opportunity, you should seize."

"If Miss Chen knows how to serve people and pleases our Young Master, perhaps your father might have a chance to live."

A Huo Family attendant holding a long knife approached Meng Liangyu, intending to kill him first.

In fact, at this moment, Meng Liangyu found it difficult to even stand, let alone fight.

Seeing the lack of response from inside for a long time, Shi Zuocheng's face sank, saying, "If Miss Chen is so uncooperative, don't blame us for being forceful!"

"Grab them!"

Shi Zuocheng waved a big hand.

"Kill them all."

Simultaneously, an unexpected female voice suddenly came from the previously quiet room.

"Huh?"

The Huo Family attendants were all stunned for a moment.

As the words fell.

Silhouettes suddenly appeared on the walls of this courtyard, holding crossbows, and aimed at the Huo Family members in the courtyard.

Swish, swish, swish!

The next moment, numerous black streaks came piercing through the air, arriving in an instant!

Shi Zuocheng's face changed with shock!

Where did these people come from?

He hadn't detected anything.

More importantly, these people held crossbows!

Crossbows were prohibited weapons in Qian Country.

Apart from the military and some special agencies, no one else was allowed to wield crossbows.

Because crossbows were relatively simple to operate and use, yet their lethality far exceeded that of ordinary bows and arrows.

The power of some crossbows even surpassed five-stone and six-stone strong bows!

It's not an exaggeration to say that holding a crossbow in hand was equivalent to holding a big killer!

Even an ordinary person holding a crossbow had an opportunity to shoot down a Ninth Grade or even an Eighth Grade Martial Artist!

On top of the wall, suddenly appeared more than a dozen people, holding crossbows, which were utterly devastating to them.

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

The crossbow arrows pierced through the bodies of the Huo Family guards, blood splattering everywhere.

Among these guards, there were also Ninth Grade Martial Artists.

But the crossbow arrows were too fast; even the Ninth Grade Martial Artists couldn't react in time. They were shot dead on the spot before they could draw their sabers!

Shi Zuocheng, being an Eighth Grade, reacted the fastest, barely evading the first volley of crossbow shots, just about to make a run for it.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The second round of crossbow arrows arrived in an instant!

"What!"

Shi Zuocheng was horrified, his pupils abruptly contracted!

What they were holding were not ordinary crossbows, but rapid-fire crossbows!

The arrows of the first round and the second round had almost no interval.

Who have we provoked?

The young master has doomed me!

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

Covered by the black light, Shi Zuocheng had no chance to breathe, not to mention space to dodge. He was pierced by five or six crossbow arrows on the spot, falling dead, eyes wide open in death.

Meng Liangyu stood at the door with a knife, completely dumbfounded.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Huo Family attendants were all dead!

From the appearance of these people to the end, the whole process took less than a breath.

This group of people, who appeared from nowhere, leapt into the courtyard from the wall.

They looked unremarkable, yet their skills were exceptionally agile. Each one's cultivation realm was likely above his own.

A woman in her thirties appeared at the entrance, her expression calm, seemingly indifferent to the scene, and instructed, "Clean it up nicely, don't leave any blood traces that could sully the eyes."

This group acknowledged with a sound, then went about their work silently.

Some carried away the bodies, others cleaned the bloodstains remaining on the snow, and some collected the leftover crossbow arrows.

Everything was orderly and with a clear division of labor.

To Meng Liangyu, these people were just doing work.

Killing and handling corpses seemed as ordinary as sweeping the floor or cooking.

Before long, the courtyard was cleaned spotless, not leaving a trace.

The job was done incredibly neatly.

The group silently climbed over the high wall, disappearing into the night, as if they had never appeared.

The woman in her thirties came to the front of Qingmu's room, clasped her hands, and said, "About Third Young Master Huo's illicit intentions, should we kill him?"

"Forget it, just teach him a lesson to intimidate him a little,"

Qingmu's voice came out, still pleasing to the ear, yet to Meng Liangyu at this moment, it seemed to carry an indescribable authority.

As the woman was about to turn and leave, Qingmu suddenly asked, "Was it him who switched the bows at the training ground?"

"Yes."

The woman replied.

"Oh, then kill him," Qingmu said indifferently.

"As you command."

The woman received the order without a moment's hesitation, turned, and left, never glancing at Meng Liangyu throughout.

Until the woman left and closed the courtyard door, the entire residence was restored to calm, yet Meng Liangyu remained bewildered.

In his perception, Chen Tang's two relatives indeed had some skills.

But it was limited to just that.

The recent scene shattered his perception entirely.

Who exactly is Chen Tang?

Is his father truly an ordinary hunter?

Could he be an illegitimate child of some noble or official, with Chen Da'an merely a foster father?

No, no.

Even a noble or official probably couldn't mobilize such terrifying power.

This must be royal kin, right?

Indeed, Chen Tang is most likely the illegitimate child of some royal kin!

Brother Chen, you've hidden yourself well.

Meng Liangyu clicked his tongue in amazement, his imagination running wild.

He returned to his room in a daze, tossing his knife aside.

After this incident, the spirit of the Eight Trigrams within him burned fiercely, seemingly easing his pain.

Judging by the fat old man's posture, he clearly expected this long ago.

...

Cai Yin came out of the Captain Hall, heading straight towards the Cyan Dragon Stable.

"Cai, what happened?"

Wei Qun and Wang Yanli had just returned their horses and were about to go back to rest when they saw Cai Yin rushing over, promptly asking.

"Come with me!"

Cai Yin mounted his horse and said, "Chen Tang is in danger!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Qun and Wang Yanli felt a chill in their hearts. Without hesitation, they immediately mounted their horses and followed Cai Yin out.

"Cai, what's going on?"

On the way, Wei Qun frowned and asked.

Cai Yin said solemnly, "I was careless, Duan Zhao is dead, and Han Lang and the Huo Family might make a move on Chen Tang!"

"Would they dare to harm a Cyan Dragon Guard?" Wang Yanli's eyebrows rose.

"It may not necessarily be their people."

Cai Yin stated, "Moreover, strictly speaking, Chen Tang is not yet a Cyan Dragon Guard."

The three rode their horses, galloping with all their might along the road Chen Tang took home.

Soon, the three turned onto a street, instinctively reining in their horses, their expressions strange as they looked ahead.

On the street lay bodies scattered haphazardly, about twenty or so, all dead, none spared!

A tall youth wearing Cyan Dragon Armor, under the faint starlight, was bent over, searching through the bodies.

He just found a few ounces of silver and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"Um..."

The three of Cai Yin were at a loss for words.

Chen Tang, hearing the sound of hooves behind him, turned to look and saw the three of Cai Yin, waving and calling out, "What a coincidence?"

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