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Wu Feng's gaze fell on the top of the woman in green's head, where he saw the name floating above her head—[Mu Wanqing].

Looking down at the fight below, he spoke calmly and casually: "Miss, do you need any help?"

The fighting stopped instantly, and everyone ceased their actions, looking up at Wu Feng on the tree branch.

The black-clad assassins looked wary, gripping their weapons tightly and staring intently at Wu Feng with hostility in their eyes.

The leader, an elderly woman with a wrinkled face and fierce eyes, looked up at Wu Feng and spoke in a cold, threatening tone: "Boy, this is a matter for our Mantuo Manor. If you know what's good for you, get out of here and don't meddle. Otherwise, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Mu Wanqing frowned, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked up at Wu Feng with a hint of hesitation in her eyes, then gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously at Wu Feng, her tone urgent and firm: "I beg you, young hero, to help me eliminate these assassins from Mantuo Manor. A generous reward will be given afterward!"

The instant Mu Wanqing finished speaking, a golden system notification suddenly popped up at the edge of Wu Feng's vision:

[Mu Wanqing issues you a mission: Help her eliminate the assassins from Mantuo Manor who are pursuing her. Mission description: The assassins from Mantuo Manor are ordered to hunt down Mu Wanqing. You must eliminate all the assassins and protect Mu Wanqing's safety. Mission reward: Mu Wanqing's favorability +100.]

Wu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected that these women in black were actually from Mantuo Manor.

Mantuo Manor is where Li Qingluo trains female assassins year-round. She enjoys using people as fertilizer and also likes to hunt down Duan Zhengchun's lovers.

His reputation in the martial arts world was extremely bad, and it was unexpected that he would be chasing Mu Wanqing near Wanjie Valley.

Without the slightest hesitation, he chose to accept the mission.

"Since you've spoken, young lady, I'll lend a hand." Wu Feng said calmly. Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred, and he swooped down from the tree branch like a ghost. With a light touch of his toes on the ground, he instantly rushed in front of the black-clad assassins.

The old woman leading the group's expression changed, and she shouted sharply, "You're asking for death! Attack him! Kill him!"

Upon hearing this, several assassins in black immediately brandished short knives and long whips, rushing towards Wu Feng with ruthless moves and sharp winds.

Wu Feng remained calm, and with a slight movement of his feet, he unleashed the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure as light as a feather, easily dodging the attacks of the crowd.

He raised his right hand, and a faint layer of crimson-gold true energy emanated from his palm. The power of the Iron Sand Palm was concentrated in his palm, and he struck towards the chest of a black-clad assassin with lightning speed and without any hesitation.

With a muffled thud, the palm strike landed hard on the black-clad assassin's chest. The assassin groaned and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, struggled a few times, and then fell silent. His body turned into specks of white light and slowly dissipated.

The remaining assassins in black looked terrified upon seeing this, but they did not back down. They brandished their weapons and attacked Wu Feng again.

Wu Feng's eyes turned cold. He moved swiftly, his palm strikes fierce. Each palm strike carried a powerful force, and when it hit an assassin, the assassin fell to the ground and vanished.

His movements were swift and decisive, and his agility was remarkable. The assassins' attacks couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes; they could only swing their weapons in vain, and the ferocity on his face was gradually replaced by fear.

Mu Wanqing stood aside, watching Wu Feng's swift movements, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She then gripped her long sword tightly and joined the battle, cooperating with Wu Feng to kill the black-clad assassins.

The palm strike carried a powerful Nine Yang True Qi. The last assassin from Mantuo Manor screamed as his body was struck in the back, crashing heavily into a tree behind him. The tree trunk shook violently, and a few withered yellow leaves fluttered down. The assassin gradually turned into dissipating white light.

Wu Feng slowly withdrew his palm, the crimson-gold true energy at his fingertips quietly dissipating. He raised his hand to brush away the grass clippings and tiny bloodstains on his sleeve, his expression still calm, as if the clean and swift killing just now was nothing more than brushing away a speck of dust.

The forest returned to silence, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and Mu Wanqing's slightly hurried breathing.

A faint smell of blood mingled with the fresh scent of mountain forest plants, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Just then, a golden system notification appeared out of thin air in the center of Wu Feng's vision:

[Mission Complete! Successfully eliminated all assassins from Mantuo Manor and protected Mu Wanqing. Reward: Mu Wanqing's favorability +100.]

Wu Feng glanced at the prompt without any reaction, then stepped forward and walked towards the halos of light.

He bent down and picked up the fallen items one by one, then casually tossed them into his backpack;

When he picked up the third-rate martial arts manual, he only glanced at the cover before putting it away.

Not far away, Mu Wanqing slowly sat down against the old locust tree. Her face was still pale, and fine beads of sweat hung on her forehead. Her originally furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but she still looked tired.

She raised her injured arm, the cuff stained crimson with blood, the wound still oozing slightly, the gruesome knife wound clearly visible.

She bit her lower lip, took out a plain strip of cloth from her waist, and tried to bandage the wound with trembling hands. When her fingertips touched the wound, she couldn't help but gasp.

His brows furrowed again, his face paled even more, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping onto his clothes and leaving a small damp patch.

After collecting all the spoils, Wu Feng turned to look at Mu Wanqing and walked over with steady steps. His gaze fell on her bleeding arm, and his tone was calm, without any extra emotion: "Miss, are you alright?" His clear and calm gaze made Mu Wanqing's tense nerves relax a little.

Mu Wanqing raised her head, met Wu Feng's gaze, forced a smile, shook her head, her voice still weak but with a hint of stubbornness: "It's alright, just some superficial injuries, nothing serious."

As she spoke, she raised her hand again to bandage the wound, but the trembling of her fingertips became more and more obvious.

The strips of cloth slipped from her hands several times, and the pain from her wound made her furrow her brows, her lower lip turning slightly white from being bitten.

Looking at her clumsy yet stubborn appearance, Wu Feng didn't say much, but turned around and took out a bottle of wound medicine from his backpack.

He walked up to Mu Wanqing, bent down slightly, and handed her the porcelain bottle. His fingertips inadvertently touched hers, and he felt the coldness and trembling of her fingertips. His tone remained calm, but with a hint of gentleness that was barely perceptible: "Sprinkling this on the wound can stop the bleeding and help it heal faster."

Mu Wanqing was stunned for a moment, looked up at Wu Feng, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, which then turned into gratitude, and she quickly extended her uninjured hand.

He took the porcelain bottle, applying slight pressure with his fingertips, his voice soft yet firm: "Thank you."

As I unscrewed the bottle, a faint medicinal fragrance wafted out, slightly alleviating the stench of blood in the air.

She carefully sprinkled the wound medicine onto the wound. The moment the powder touched the wound, the intense stinging pain made her stiffen and her brows furrow even more.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a few tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and didn't let out a cry of pain. His breathing just became more rapid.