I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

Within arm's reach, we are close to an enemy state.

The distance between Huang Quan and Jiang Wanyu is absolutely a matter of life and death.

Five feet...

Three feet...

One foot...

The anger on her face subsided.

Instead, there was surprise and bewilderment.

She realized it.

Life and death are only a matter of time, the distance between them, and the distance between them, that is, the distance between them, and the

How pale and powerless the mortal body is.

Her physical actions couldn't keep up with her sharp mind.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword swept towards his neck.

Perhaps in the next second...

Without a doubt, there will definitely be blood splattering!

Faced with the man's brutal behavior, she was utterly powerless to resist...

I simply closed my eyes and waited quietly for everything to happen.

'poof'

It was the sound of a sword blade slicing through flesh.

Warm, fresh blood splattered across her face.

……it's over.

The expected pain did not come.

Was it because the man was too fast, causing her body's protective mechanisms to numb her senses?

That's fine, she's afraid.

She was afraid that the sudden intrusion would cause her unbearable pain.

"Homeowner!"

"Homeowner!"

"Brother Wuque!"

A series of exclamations pulled Jiang Wanyu back to reality.

A mutilated figure stood between the two.

Her face turned deathly pale instantly. Her eyes stared at the severed arm on the ground, frozen in place, unable to move, and she lost the ability to think. Suddenly, her hands and feet turned icy cold, and she knelt down on the ground.

After a long pause, he finally managed to utter a sob from his throat: "Father!"

An indescribable emotion was brewing, fermenting, and blossoming in her heart.

Their breathing and the shimmering light on the ring gradually entered into a synchronized rhythm.

Jiang Wuque's body was cold and stiff, but his eyes were moist.

"Father is fine, don't worry." A few more wrinkles seemed to appear at the corners of his eyes, and he spat out blood: "I promised you, even if that brat from the Heavenly Demon Sect tries to harm you, he'll have to step over my dead body first. Jiang family elders, form ranks!"

The smooth, obsequious smiles on his face had vanished, replaced by a chilling intent beneath the scars.

The white-haired elder took a step back.

The fat elder quickly took two steps back and hid behind the white-haired elder.

Only the female elder gritted her teeth, took a step forward with a forced smile, then hesitated and wavered.

Despite his severe injuries, his words were forceful and resolute: "What are you waiting for? In a collapsed nest, how can any egg remain intact? Where is justice under the rule of brute force? Today, when I asked you to stand up, you remained silent. Let's see if anyone dares to stand beside you tomorrow."

At this moment, a tall, middle-aged man rushed over. He had a beard that covered half of his face, extending to his ears, and stood upright in a sinister manner.

"Well said, the Jiang family members will be there to support us!"

There were probably several hundred young people behind him.

"You old bastard..."

"What? Surprised? I still understand the big picture. Do you think my Jiang family, which has lasted for eight hundred years, would produce cowards who only know how to fight amongst themselves? But after this matter is over, you will have to relinquish the position of family head whether you like it or not!"

The person who arrived was none other than Jiang Wanyu's second uncle, who was described as having "obvious ambitions."

“Take them away… The Jiang family cannot be destroyed by us two brothers. How can I face the twenty-four generations of ancestors of the Jiang family? Don’t let me die with my eyes open.”

"Do you need to teach me these things? After all these years of battling, when have I ever lost to you in terms of intellect? Everything's arranged—three men and one woman—sent out!"

At the same time, he silently apologized to himself.

The group sent out consisted of seven men and three women.

These so-called three men and one woman are merely sacrificial lambs for cover. If the Heavenly Demon Sect intends to eliminate them completely, these four will "bring about their own destruction."

The two men, gazing at each other with deep affection, felt a surge of brotherly love and prepared to live and die together with the Jiang family.

"do not fight."

The Yellow Springs Sword gleamed coldly, untouched by a drop of blood.

He sheathed his sword.

"Remember, loose lips sink ships. I'll make an exception for you this time. I'll be waiting for you at the Heavenly Demon Sect three years from now." He turned and walked past Jiang Wuque, who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy. He bent down and lifted Jiang Wanyu's chin. "There's no need for you to be a slave or a maid. After all, I don't like flat-chested people. Of course, if you insist on having this preference, that's fine too. I'll teach you a word: utter disgrace."

Huang Quan's gaze lingered on the ring in Jiang Wanyu's hand for a moment before he stood up and glanced at Gu Qici's chest.

However, Gu Qici has been getting increasingly distracted lately.

Especially after hearing the phrase "seven humiliations," her eyes darted around, and her thoughts seemed to have wandered off somewhere.

Huang Quan tried calling out to An Ran, but there was no response; she was probably still dog-paddling in the long river.

Sensing the fully revitalized energy within the ring, he knew it was time to stop.

"But I like the look in your eyes. Live on with resentment, my foolish Miss Jiang."

Jiang Wanyu suddenly composed herself, and her crimson eyes regained their luster.

She stared intently at the boy before her, determined to etch his image into her heart.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate the beauty of today's young girls..."

"Don't bully a young girl."

Huang Quan turned and left with a sneer.

Chapter Sixteen: Humans Don't Lie to Humans

Half a month later.

Pingchuan City, Great Yan Dynasty.

Dim candlelight.

The lone girl carried a sword, her eyes and brows exuding an indescribable aloofness.

She walked lightly towards the inn.

"Close the door later!"

The waiter, who was about to bolt the inn door, was stopped.

The waiter stared blankly at that otherworldly face for a moment before realizing his rudeness. He quickly went up to her with a smile and asked, "Sir, are you looking for a room?"

"Okay, please bring me a top-class guest room, and please be quick about it."

His voice sounded tired, with a hint of helplessness, as he magically produced a silver ingot from his hand and tossed it in.

When the waiter saw the silver in his hand, all his listlessness vanished.

He opened the door a crack wide enough for someone to pass through: "Alright, sir, please come in. We happen to have one excellent room left. Isn't that a coincidence?"

He hurriedly put down the wooden door latch he was holding and led the girl upstairs: "It's on the third floor, the one on the far right. I'll take you there to see it."

The girl followed silently.

Reaching the description area on the third floor, he pushed open the door and said, "Sir, please take a look and see if you are satisfied. If you need anything, just tell me. As for the change, would you like me to bring it up later, or can you come and collect it yourself tomorrow morning?"

"No need. No one is allowed to disturb me for the next two days. Consider the extra amount as compensation for your trouble."

Before the waiter could speak, the door slammed shut, followed by a click, indicating that the bolt had been tightened from the inside.

"A strange person."

The waiter muttered to himself, not thinking much of it, figuring the girl probably wasn't a vicious criminal.

It's better to avoid trouble. The money is mine, but the inn belongs to the owner.

Mind your own business; it's not worth it.

It's not worth it...

He carefully tucked the unexpected windfall into his waist pouch, humming a little tune.

He quickened his pace, skipping and hopping down the stairs to the inn's entrance, eager to close the door quickly so he could move back to his "doghouse" and carefully weigh the silver ingot.

How much can I "make" this time?

He effortlessly hoisted the door bolt, preparing to close up shop.

"Close the door later!"

Just as the door was about to close, a hand came across and forcefully blocked the two doors from closing.

The waiter's good mood was instantly ruined.

But that's what he does: "We're out of rooms, please come back tomorrow, sir. This little shop is closing for the day."

What a mess! Even closing a door is full of twists and turns. Even the protagonists in traditional novels wouldn't dare to go through all this trouble.