From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 108 Wolf Peach
When the night drum sounds in the summer night, it is the best time for chicken thieves and dog thieves.

In a quiet courtyard not far from the royal family, a dark figure walked through the alleys with ease, climbed over the two-meter-high courtyard wall, and entered the house.

If others saw it, they would surely praise it. With this figure, this speed, and this posture, he is truly the modern-day Shi Qian!

Fan Xian climbed over the back wall into the royal villa and walked along the familiar path. In just a moment, he arrived at a small building deep in the courtyard. He looked up at the half-open window on the third floor. A hint of joy flashed across his face under the black scarf. He climbed up the small building skillfully, opened the window lightly, and flew into the house like a stealthy bird.

Inside the room, the curtains fluttered. Fan Xian calmed himself down, tidied his clothes, and walked to the bed.

"Wan'er, I'm here to see you." He said softly, raising his hand to lift the curtain in front of the bed. However, as soon as his hand touched the curtain, he suddenly felt a sense of alarm. Before he could withdraw his hand, a white jade-like hand came from inside the curtain to press against his pulse.

This is definitely not Lin Wan'er!
With a flash of thought, he suppressed his anxiety, raised his left hand slightly, turned and twisted his wrist, and avoided the opponent's grab like a snake. At the same time, he put his index finger and middle finger together and accurately pressed the opponent's pulse point. The wrist of the outstretched jade hand turned slightly, and the five fingers bloomed like a lotus. With a light flick, he broke the grab.

The two men moved around in a small space, changing moves three times in a row, but it seemed that neither could do anything to the other.

Fan Xian became even more anxious. The opponent's technique was extremely sophisticated and not inferior to his own. But in the current situation, he had no time to think. After a few moves, he gritted his teeth, and the domineering true energy in his body flowed. He simply turned his palm into a fist and punched out directly.

"Oh, you little thief who steals perfumes and jades!" A light rebuke came from under the gauze curtain. Fan Xian felt that his eighth-grade domineering true energy seemed to have hit the air directly. He thought to himself that it was not good. He moved his feet and was about to dodge, but he was horrified to find that after his punch, an invisible force field appeared around him, like a whirlpool, and the strong suction force sucked him into the curtain.

Horrified, Fan Xian wanted to circulate his true Qi to resist the suction. At this moment, the bare hand reached out again and lightly touched his pulse. The condensed true Qi penetrated his body like needles. The true Qi in his body quickly dissipated, and his body also flew out from the curtain, allowing him to clearly see the appearance of the person who attacked him.

"Ye...Crown Princess?"

When he saw the figure clearly, he was shocked. First, he couldn't imagine why Ye Ling'er appeared on Lin Wan'er's bed. Second, he couldn't imagine that Ye Ling'er's cultivation level was actually that of a ninth-grade expert.

But now is not the time to think about this. Under Ye Ling'er's pull, his body hit the wall behind the bed straightly, and his handsome face was about to come into close contact with the wall.

If he hadn't been restrained now, completely powerless and unable to make a sound, he would have shouted out in panic.

Bang!
With a slight sound, Fan Xian's face touched the wall, but the pain he had imagined did not come. Instead, he felt a slight obstruction. In front of him, there was nothing. It turned out that the wall was actually a movable portal. His face pushed through the movable wooden planks and crashed into the space behind them. Then, all the restraints in his body disappeared, and Ye Ling'er's cold voice came to his ears, "Stay inside honestly and don't get in the way."

Fan Xian felt dizzy and swollen from the fall. At this moment, a soft little hand reached out and helped him up.

"Are you...are you okay?"

There was deep concern in the soft voice.

"Wan'er, why are you here too?"

With the dim candlelight in the dark room, he could see the person who was helping him, and he felt a little confused.

"Sister Ling'er said that there are assassins from Northern Qi who want to harm me, so she asked me to hide here first."

"Northern Qi assassin?"

Hearing these four words, Fan Xian's expression suddenly turned ugly.

The ones who assassinated him before were assassins from Northern Qi. Now these assassins are actually trying to assassinate Lin Wan'er. What are they trying to do?
Did you poke the Northern Qi assassins' nest?

"Sister Ling'er said that because of the internal treasury incident, the salt merchants of Northern Qi could no longer bear it, so they hired assassins to capture me and threaten my mother."

"Salt merchant?" Fan Xian began to understand.

In recent years, the Crown Prince had reformed Qing's salt industry, liberalizing the private salt monopoly. While it was claimed that private salt could be freely traded, in reality, the salt business had long been monopolized by the Neiku. Even if merchants sought to engage in this trade, they could not compete. Now, the market was exclusively filled with the Neiku's new, inexpensive, green salt, which solved the problem of salt's inaccessibility and high cost for ordinary people. For this alone, the Princess won unanimous praise from across Qing, clearing her previously tainted reputation and further solidifying the Neiku's power. However, this was only within Qing's borders. As the Neiku's salt business grew, it expanded internationally, even absorbing the salt industries of the smaller northern states within the past year. Facing Qing's salt, the northern salt merchants simply couldn't compete. With their limited resources, they were forced to switch industries. But Northern Qi was different.

Northern Qi was a great power that had been in a stalemate with Qing for more than ten years. It inherited most of the power of Northern Wei and had a grandmaster in charge, making it almost on par with Qing. The salt merchants of Northern Qi were no weaker than the original Qing. They had money, people and backgrounds, so they were naturally unwilling to sit idly by in the face of such a situation. The most important thing was that the salt industry was also one of the important sources of income for Northern Qi. After the eldest princess did this, not only did the salt merchants suffer huge losses, but the finances of Northern Qi also suffered huge losses.

In the face of common interests, or huge interests at that, the Northern Qi court and salt merchants were bound to join forces, and the first wave of competition began with the assassins.

His father Fan Jian could get the news about the assassin, not to mention the eldest princess. However, he didn't expect that this time it would require the help of Crown Princess Ye Ling'er. Isn't this a bit too much importance?

"Even if there was an assassin, why was it Ye...the Crown Princess who came to protect you?" What is the status of the Crown Princess? Although Lin Wan'er's status is noble, it is not necessary to trouble the Crown Princess.

"Sister Ling'er wanted to come here herself. She said that she was too bored in the East Palace and wanted to meet the masters of Northern Qi."

"Oh!" Thinking about Ye Ling'er's previous behavior and reputation, Fan Xian nodded in understanding.

"You two keep your voices down and don't scare the assassin." Ye Ling'er's cold voice once again reached the ears of the two.

Lin Wan'er shrank her little head, stuck out her tongue, and didn't dare to say anything more. She looked so adorable that Fan Xian was stunned.

"Also, a man and a woman alone in a room, don't mess around, little thief, or I'll hang you on the gate tower of Kyoto."

This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured over Fan Xian's head. He realized that they were not alone in a dark room. With Ye Ling'er's spiritual perception as a ninth-rank expert, she could definitely know what was going on in the secret room. Naturally, he did not dare to make any unnecessary movements. However, he was still very curious about the assassin.

"Silence, there's movement!"

Ye Ling'er's voice came again in his ears, and then the curtains moved without wind, and a figure lightly flipped in from the window that Fan Xian had just opened.

The man who came was of strong build, yet as lithe as a civet cat, and as soon as he entered the room he rushed straight towards the large curtained bed.

call out! !

A silver sword light burst out from the curtain and hit the figure that was rushing towards him.

The man continued to move forward with unabated momentum, a fierce gleam in his eyes, and a pair of scimitars with sharp teeth suddenly appeared in his hands. At the moment when the sword light pierced his face, it turned into two balls of black light.

when! !

The sword light and the knife light collided with each other, making a light sound. The curtained bed was hit by the powerful energy and exploded violently.

Ye Ling'er's figure was like a spirit fish, silver light exploded in her hand, and in an instant she stabbed thirteen swords in a row, aiming directly at the vital points of the man in black.

The man in black said nothing, and his two swords drew two black crescents in front of him. He swung the sword tips away, and used the force to retreat rapidly like lightning. He soon broke through the wall of the room and fell into the yard.

Ye Ling'er rushed out, her one-and-a-half-foot-long dagger gleaming with a cold silver light under the moonlight. Looking at the man in black holding two swords under the moonlight, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and a strong fighting spirit rose to the sky.

"Ku He's first disciple."

"Wolf Peach!"

(End of this chapter)