The silence around was broken only by the tick-tock of the eaves and the sound of water running through the gutters.

Shi Chun drew his sword, and blood sprayed out.

This act instantly ignited the scene as if it had exploded.

"How dare you!"

"Brother!"

"Brother Wei!"

There were exclamations of shock and alarm, as well as the flickering shadows of people in motion.

Some rushed to help the injured while others launched palm strikes at Shi Chun from a distance. Shi Chun tried desperately to evade, but he couldn't avoid them; the attacker was much stronger than he was.

Moreover, the people of Wukang Mountain surrounded him on all sides, leaving him nowhere to hide. Now it was truly a chaotic scene of being mobbed with punches and kicks.

"Stop it!" Xia Fuli's angry shout exploded.

With a wave of his sleeve, he not only dissolved the attacks aimed at Shi Chun but also overturned almost everyone. His movements were like a fleeting shadow as he swiftly caught Wei Bian and grabbed Shi Chun's head, pressing him to kneel at his feet, seemingly able to end his life at any moment.

The knife in Shi Chun's hand uncontrollably plunged into the thick stone slab. He was powerless to withdraw the blade, nor could he let go of the hilt.

With one move, he stunned everyone present.

Bian Weiyin was obviously treated with courtesy; he was unharmed on the scene and watched with cold eyes, the murderous intent in his gaze undeniable.

His trusted assistant, his loyal subordinate, had been assassinated right under his own eyes. Even the best-tempered person couldn't restrain themselves, especially when he wanted Shi Chun dead himself.

The others who had been overturned staggered to their feet.

"Chun Tian!" Wu Jinliang, who had jumped up, cried out in alarm and was about to rush over.

"Huh?" Xia Fuli suddenly turned and glared, an invisible force pressing Wu Jinliang to the ground, making it difficult for him to move.

After this scene, who would dare to make a move?

"Chun Tian, what are you doing..." Wu Jinliang shouted while lying on the ground, but before he could finish, he caught Shi Chun signaling with his eyes, and he was instantly taken aback, calming down quickly, pondering with uncertainty in his heart.

Wei Bian's mouth and nose were bleeding, his whole body convulsing without being able to utter a single word; his face turned pale rapidly. He strained to turn his head, his gaze shifting from Shi Chun to Bian Weiyin's face. He mumbled something, trying to speak, but instead of words, only more blood spurted out, clearly in agony.

Bian Weiyin met his gaze, but his frosty face showed no response.

Xia Fuli's expression was ugly too; he immediately pulled Wei Bian up, quickly checking him with a spell to find he had received a fatal blow—a direct stab through the heart. How could he be saved?

With a push of his hand, Wei Bian floated toward his sect mates, who hurriedly caught him and fruitlessly attempted to treat him.

Xia Fuli grabbed Shi Chun's hair and harshly dragged him up, asking fiercely, "Why did you kill him, are you seeking death?"

The tone of his words was obviously filled with seething hate.

Feng Chi, on the rooftop, also wanted to know why Shi Chun had done this, but showed no intention of intervening to help.

Everyone present wanted to know.

Shi Chun was in no hurry to respond to Xia Fuli's question. He had dared to take this action because Xia Fuli was present, and now he felt even more assured in his judgment of Xia Fuli's identity.

Ignoring Xia Fuli, he turned slightly to look at Bian Weiyin, "Lord Bian, what do you think—why did I kill him?"

Bian Weiyin's eyes flickered slightly, but he still didn't respond.

Shi Chun continued, "I heard someone call him Brother Wei, so he's a Wei, isn't he?"

This provoked fury in some, incredulity that he would kill without even knowing who the person was.

Then Shi Chun asked, "Lord Bian, can the assassin's body from before still be found? I'm guessing someone with the surname Wei has already made it disappear, right?"

Xia Fuli was taken aback, slowly turning his head to stare at Bian Weiyin.

Yet Bian Weiyin still had that frosty look on his face.

Shi Chun added, "Before the assassin made his move, a carriage passed us, and from behind the curtain of the carriage, a hand stretched out, cast two immobilization charms to bind us. That hand had a scar on the base of the thumb. He tried to kill me once and failed, then upon seeing me again, he had murderous intent. When will it end? I think, it's better to let this matter end with his death—no proof, no case to investigate. Lord Bian, don't you agree?"

Upon his words, all eyes turned to inspect the base of Wei Bian's thumb; some saw the scar, while others could not make it out because of their position.

Meanwhile, Wei Bian lay breathless, with empty eyes, gone too quickly.

Feng Chi on the rooftop revealed a look of suspicion, focusing intently on Bian Weiyin.

The gaze of everyone else turned toward Bian Weiyin, one after another. No one was a fool; they all heard the implication in Shi Chun's words.

In fact, it was not merely an implication anymore; he had openly accused him in front of everyone.

Actually, Shi Chun himself didn't want to make such a scene. No one would wish for this; he wasn't crazy. He was truly driven to this point.

No matter what others might think, he, being in the situation, truly felt the danger. The previous assassination attempts were real; there was no mercy intended. If it weren't for his accidental mastery of breaking immobilization charms on the East Nine Plain, he would be long dead by now.

Once he had determined that Bian Weiyin was the mastermind behind the scenes, he had already started planning his retreat.

Although he didn't know why Bian Weiyin would want to put him in a life-or-death situation, he knew he had come to the wrong place and made the wrong calculation, and he couldn't continue the game anymore. This wasn't a place where someone of his level could play.

Bian Weiyin, who was she? She was the City Lord of Lankang City, the daughter of the Wu Kang Mountain Sect Master. A person like that, if she wanted to kill you, and you still thought you could play in her house, how foolish would that be? Who did you think you were?

He wasn't that arrogant.

Yet, the method for making immobilization charms and the cultivation effect of Demonic Qi were too tempting for him; he couldn't easily give up and still harbored a sliver of hope, wanting to continue the encounter.

It wasn't until Xia Fuli's appearance that he firmed up his decision to leave the scene.

He wouldn't lose the way to the Demon Path, and he didn't necessarily have to go to Wukang Mountain to acquire the method for making immobilization charms. This Elder Xia should be capable of making them, so why take the risk of going into Wukang Mountain when there were choices?

He simply couldn't afford to play this game, so he made a decisive decision: I'm done playing and exiting the stage!

As for the assassination of Wei Bian, he didn't intend to escalate the situation so intensely at the beginning. It was Wei Bian's exhibited killing intent that made him realize that even if he obediently went with them, he might not be safe. The opponent's intent to kill also roused the grudge from when he had almost died due to an immobilization charm!

He was set on revenge and didn't plan to endure it any longer since he had decided to leave anyway.

Assassinating a High Martial monk? He had no certainty, as he had never done such a thing before.

But it was just a matter of seizing an opportunity to strike a blow. If it succeeded, great; if not, he didn't care; it was just a pretext to stir up the situation.

After all, Xia Fuli was targeting him and definitely wouldn't let him die there.

Once the situation escalated, the Demon Path would have to extract him. If he fell into Xia Fuli's hands, it wouldn't be hard for the Demon Path to rescue him, which was a perfect opportunity to withdraw.

Only after confronting Bian Weiyin fiercely could he ensure that he wouldn't be controlled by her if captured.

He had calculated his moves carefully before taking action; otherwise, with his level of cultivation, he wouldn't dare to make a move among a crowd of Wukang Mountain people.

But to outsiders, his actions looked crazy.

Except for Bian Weiyin. Her clear eyes closely followed Shi Chun's words and actions. At first, she thought he was indeed insane, but upon seeing his implicit guidance in exposing his motives, how could that be an act of madness?

Soaking wet, she suddenly revealed a smile and took steps toward Shi Chun.

Xia Fuli immediately showed alertness and sternly reprimanded, "Weiyin, do not be provoked. The Sect will investigate thoroughly!"

With a pushing motion, he signaled her not to approach and not to act recklessly.

Many hearts tensed, including Wu Jinliang; they were worried, not knowing if Bian Weiyin would do something reckless.

Shi Chun wasn't worried at all. Once he had confirmed Xia Fuli's identity, he knew she was specifically there for him and wouldn't let anything happen to him within her power.

Thus, he was calm and indifferent, also bearing a smile as he watched the approaching woman, his lips even curling into a mocking and provocative sneer.

In the end, either daring not or unable to act up in front of Xia Fuli, Bian Weiyin stopped and gave Shi Chun a meaningful look. Her smile grew intense, escalating into loud laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

It was uncertain what was so amusing, but she suddenly laughed to the extreme, bending forward and backward with laughter, which sounded so lonely; her laughter seemed the only human sound in the rainy night, no matter how many people were around.

They all watched her laughing, with the sound of dripping water and flowing streams accompanying her.

None knew why she was laughing, not even Shi Chun himself.

After a while, when Bian Weiyin, who almost laughed to the point of tears, finally managed to steady her breathing, she casually waved her hand, "Fine, I'll avoid suspicion and leave it to the elders to handle!"

With a wave to her people, she said, "Let's go!"

Her tone was light, and she appeared relaxed and joyful, and even winked playfully at Shi Chun as she turned to leave, somewhat coquettish. It was as if she was saying, "I understand you," with a look that said we'll see about that.

Shi Chun felt inexplicably uneasy and a bit insecure, feeling as though he had encountered a madwoman. Why must she be the one to trouble him? Had he provoked or offended her?

The crowd followed with a loud commotion as they withdrew, and Wei Bian's body was also carried away. Bian Weiyin climbed into her carriage, which turned and left.

Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang's fates were easy to predict—they were naturally taken away for questioning.

Before being taken away, Shi Chun's gaze found his short blade lodged in the paving stone and called out, "Shopkeeper, take care of my knife."

That short blade was his weapon of merit, accompanying him to this day and contributing to many victories.

Wu Jinliang, unsurprisingly, added, "And my knife as well."

"Ah? Oh!" The shopkeeper nodded in acknowledgment.

He then looked back at the overturned roof with a worried frown, knowing he couldn't ask Xia Fuli for compensation and hoping the other party would be conscientious enough to address it quickly, especially in the rainy weather.

Of course, he was also taking the opportunity to glance at Feng Chi on the rooftop.

Feng Chi made no sign, just bit her teeth in frustration and muttered under her breath, "This boy is simply mad, not afraid of death at all. It's too dangerous for the Miss to work with such a madman."

The skinny man in green asked, "Can he even stay at Wukang Mountain?"

Feng Chi replied, "With what? No matter the reason, publicly killing a disciple of Wukang Mountain is an ironclad fact. No one can speak up for him, especially since this Wei Bian was a direct disciple of Yin Huixin. Keeping such a person at Wukang Mountain to pursue the Miss—what kind of situation would that be? It's unbearable and inexplicable to the disciples of Wukang Mountain! A well-planned scheme has been messed up again. The Miss can only revert to the original plan to stay. He can't possibly stay anymore. If he does, it will only be as a corpse. Regardless of the reasons, right or wrong are irrelevant now; Wukang Mountain will definitely have to execute him to account to the disciples. It won't do not to save him, but fortunately, he screwed up himself. It's even easier to save him and kick him out."

Spectators gradually dispersed, including that unkempt old man.

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