Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

He retreated in horror, but Lin Feng followed closely, and with a flash of light, the blade was already at his neck.

"Don't move." Lin Feng's voice was calm, but it carried an undeniable killing intent.

The assassin stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.

The other assassins were also surrounded by guards and soldiers who rushed to the scene, and were quickly subdued.

From the moment the assassin appeared to his subjugation, it took only a dozen or so breaths.

However, the interior of Taibai Tower was in complete disarray, and most of the guests hid in corners, still shaken.

Prefect Chen, his face pale, rose with the help of his guards and bowed deeply to Lin Feng: "Thank you so much, righteous man Lin, for saving my life! If it weren't for you, I would have lost my life tonight!"

The imperial inspector also came over, looking Lin Feng up and down, his eyes full of admiration: "Impressive skills! Impressive courage! Is Lin a former soldier?"

"I've learned some self-defense techniques," Lin Feng said, throwing the knife on the ground with his tone remaining calm.

"You are too modest, sir."

The imperial censor laughed, "That chopsticks-throwing technique that injured the enemy was no ordinary 'self-defense skill.' Upon returning to the capital, I will certainly report this to His Majesty and request commendation for the righteous man!"

"Sir, there's no need for that..."

Before Lin Feng could finish speaking, a long laugh suddenly came from outside the building:

"Hahaha! What a poem! What impressive skill! This trip was definitely worthwhile!"

The laughter was like the clash of metal and stone, so loud it made one's eardrums tingle.

A figure in blue, like a green leaf, silently landed on the third-floor railing.

The newcomer was a scholar in his thirties, dressed in a blue robe with an upright and refined appearance. He had a thin face and three long strands of beard flowing down his chest, giving him a somewhat otherworldly air.

But his eyes held a sharp, unfathomable depth.

He stood with his hands behind his back on the railing, looking down at the people inside the building, his gaze finally settling on Lin Feng.

"Was that poem 'Bring in the Wine' you just wrote?" the scholar in the blue robe asked.

"Yes." Lin Feng looked up at him.

"It's a good poem, with a grand spirit." The scholar in the blue robe nodded, then changed the subject.

"However, I did not come here tonight to hear poetry."

His gaze swept over the imperial inspector and the prefect of Yingchuan, a strange smile playing on his lips: "Someone has offered money to buy your heads. I, 'The Man in the Green Robe,' am just doing my job for the money. Sorry."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly moved!

Like a streak of blue lightning, he swooped down from the railing, his target the imperial inspector! His speed was unbelievable; the guards had no time to react!

"Protect the adults!"

Amidst the exclamations, Lin Feng had already moved.

He shifted his stance, blocking the path between the man in the blue robe and the imperial inspector, his right hand clenching as if grasping an invisible knife.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man in the green robe, but his momentum did not diminish. A thin sword less than a foot long slid out from his sleeve, its light as sharp as a venomous snake's tongue, aimed straight at Lin Feng's throat!

The sword tip trembled, conjuring seven cold stars that enveloped Lin Feng's chest acupoint!

This sword strike was swift, ruthless, and precise—it had reached a state of perfection! Every master in the building paled in shock.

Lin Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

This man in the green robe is far more skilled in martial arts than those assassins from before!

He dared not be careless. He slightly turned his body to avoid the most intense part of the sword's edge, and with his right hand, he pointed his fingers like a knife and slashed down diagonally towards the man in the blue robe's wrist!

This strike seemed simple, but it was cunning in angle and precise in timing, precisely when the swordsman in the green robe was about to exhaust his sword momentum and before new power could be generated!

The man in the green robe exclaimed "Eh!" and suddenly withdrew his slender sword, changing his thrust into a slash, aiming for Lin Feng's fingers.

The two fought with lightning speed, exchanging more than ten blows in the blink of an eye.

The sword light and the flickering shadows created multiple afterimages under the candlelight, dazzling the eyes.

"Impressive skill!" The man in the green robe suddenly sheathed his sword and retreated, landing three zhang away, his eyes revealing excitement.

"I never expected to encounter such a master in Yingchuan City! Boy, state your name!"

"Lin Feng".

"Lin Feng..." the man in the green robe murmured, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Very well! Tonight's trip has been worthwhile! I'll come back another day to learn from you!"

With that, he swayed and, like a ghost, slipped through the window and disappeared into the night in a few leaps, leaving only a long laugh echoing in the night sky.

The building was deathly silent.

After a long while, no one dared to breathe again.

"Who...who is this person? Their martial arts are so terrifying!" Prefect Chen's voice trembled.

The Imperial Inspector's expression was grave: "'The Man in Green Robes'... I heard about him from a friend in the Ministry of Justice when I was in the capital. He's one of the most mysterious assassins in the martial arts world in recent years, charging extremely high prices, but he's never failed. I never expected that someone would actually hire him to come to Yingchuan..."

He looked at Lin Feng, solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Righteous Lin, you have saved my life again. I cannot express my gratitude enough; if you ever need anything in the future, I will certainly not refuse!"

Shen Qingyi quickly walked to Lin Feng's side and asked with concern, "Young Master Lin, are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Lin Feng shook his head, but his gaze was fixed on the direction where the man in the blue robe had disappeared, his brows furrowed slightly.

This man in the blue robe arrived in a strange way, and left in a strange way as well.

With his martial arts skills, if he really wanted to kill, those guards might not have been able to stop him. But he seemed... not interested in killing?

Moreover, the way he looked at me was somewhat strange.

Were they targeting me?

Lin Feng was filled with doubts, but he remained outwardly calm.

Tonight's banquet at Taibai Tower, with its poetry gathering, assassination attempts, and mysterious masters, seems lively on the surface, but beneath lies a turbulent undercurrent.

Pei Ziyu had already hidden behind a pillar in fear. Only when she saw the assassin retreat did she dare to come out, but her eyes were full of terror when she looked at Lin Feng.

This person is not only a genius poet, but also a terrifying martial artist! I was truly blind to have dared to provoke him!

A grand feast ended in discord.

Prefect Chen repeatedly tried to persuade Lin Feng to stay at the prefectural government office, but Lin Feng politely declined.

Shen Qingyi accompanied Lin Feng out of Taibai Tower. The night wind blew, carrying the chill of late autumn.

"Young Master Lin, thank you for tonight..." Shen Qingyi said softly.

If it weren't for Lin Feng, she probably wouldn't have escaped this fate either.

"It was nothing," Lin Feng said.

"Miss Shen, you should go back and rest early. Tonight is not peaceful, so have the guards be extra careful."

"The same goes for you, young master."

Shen Qingyi looked at him, hesitated, and finally only said softly.

"Will you be traveling together again tomorrow?"

"nature."

A smile bloomed in Shen Qingyi's eyes, like spring flowers in full bloom: "Then, see you tomorrow."

See you tomorrow.

The two parted ways on the long street.

When Lin Feng returned to the inn, Lei Bao and the others were already waiting for him. Upon hearing about the Taibai Tower incident, they were all terrified.

"Master, could that man in the blue robe be...?" Old Nian whispered.

"It's hard to say," Lin Feng shook his head.

"But he's probably not coming for us. At least, not tonight."

He pushed open the window and gazed at the myriad lights of Yingchuan City. How many secrets lay hidden beneath this bustling metropolis?

The poem at Taibai Tower astonished everyone present; the sudden assassination attempt disrupted the grand feast; and the mysterious appearance of the man in blue robes added even more uncertainty.

The journey south seems to be becoming increasingly turbulent.

And what role does the talented and beautiful Shen family heiress play in this game?