Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

He had set up elite archers on the outskirts of Zilan Pavilion at night as a backup plan, but his plan failed completely. The arrows that were meant to be aimed at Zi Nu were all blocked by the flying door panel. To make matters worse, a troublemaker appeared without warning.

After a moment of panic, the vulture forced itself to calm down.

The window was just a stone's throw away; he was confident he could escape by simply using his unparalleled lightness skill to break through it.

The thought flashed by, and the action was already underway.

As a member of the "Hundred Birds", lightness skill is their specialty. Although the vulture's lightness skill is not as good as that of the black crow and the white phoenix, it is still first-class.

However, Zi Nu would not allow him to escape so easily.

Although the earlier barrage of arrows had momentarily thrown her off balance, the door blocked her way, and her mind quickly regained focus.

The chain-snake soft sword suddenly sprang from her hand like a rattlesnake, whistling sharply as it snaked and coiled towards the vulture's waist. This was no ordinary whip; once the sharp chain blades were firmly wrapped around it, the victim would either die or be maimed.

The vulture's hair stood on end, and it spun around like a ghost to dodge, hastily parrying with its longsword.

Clang!

Sparks flew as the two armies clashed.

The vulture used the momentum to drift backward, then turned to pounce on the window again.

"Want to leave? Stay!"

A cold glint appeared!

Xu Qing's sword was silently delivered to his side at that moment.

The vulture felt a chill run down its spine. Without thinking, it swung its sword to deflect Xu Qing's attack. Little did it know that this moment of defensive focus was precisely the opening that Zi Nu had been waiting for.

"Shh-"

The chain sword pierced the air like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, its vicious serrated blade mercilessly tearing open the vulture's back.

"Ugh!"

His skin was torn open, blood spurted out, and the excruciating pain only fueled his ferocity, like a trapped beast.

He roared and brandished his longsword wildly, exchanging several blows with Xu Qing.

Finally, he seized a tiny opening, and with his shadow-like figure, he smashed through the window frame without hesitation and plunged into the heavy night rain outside.

"Go away!"

Watching the vulture escape, Xu Qing seemed to be furious and embarrassed. He let out a low shout and followed closely behind the broken window like an arrow.

Zi Nu stared blankly at Xu Qing's figure disappearing into the rain.

She sheathed her chained snake sword, glanced at the mess in the room, and was about to turn around to find other clothes to change into.

Just then.

"Uh... Is it convenient inside now?"

A familiar voice, tinged with a hint of probing, rang out from outside the door.

Thinking of her current disheveled state, Zi Nu frowned slightly and replied in a cool tone, "Wait a moment."

It was indeed quiet outside the door.

Before long, Zi Nu dressed herself again and stepped out of Nong Yu's boudoir. She saw a handsome young man standing in the corridor, who had obviously been waiting for some time. He was none other than Han Fei.

"Why are you back?" Zi Nu asked, her eyes slightly surprised.

"I thought of some important clues, so I turned back overnight." Han Fei explained quickly, "Unexpectedly, something had happened here. I wanted to rush in to help, but Brother Xu stopped me."

It turned out that he would return even earlier; he had already arrived outside the door while the battle raged in Zi Nu's room.

Just as he was about to impulsively enter, Xu Qing, who had quietly arrived, stopped his recklessness.

Then he witnessed Xu Qing kicking the door panel away, blocking the rain of arrows, and then joining the battle to chase down the vulture.

Zi Nu understood upon hearing this and was about to speak.

Tap tap... Another series of footsteps approached from afar.

A figure returned, enveloped in the chilly night air.

"What happened?"

Wei Zhuang exuded a strong stench of blood, and the cold rain had already completely soaked his clothes.

He surveyed the chaotic Zilan Pavilion, his sharp gaze landing on Zi Nu and Han Fei.

……

Inside the private room.

Wei Zhuang had changed into clean clothes.

He took a small sip from his cup, the scalding hot liquor dispelling the chill from his body.

"So..." He glanced at Zi Nu, "while we were away, Xu Qing checked into Zi Lan Xuan, saying he was going to wait for someone there?"

Wei Zhuang sorted through the information Zi Nu had provided.

“Not bad.” Zi Nu nodded.

"I wonder, is he waiting for you...?" A look of inquiry appeared in her beautiful eyes, "or someone else?"

"Perhaps." Han Fei put down his wine glass, lost in thought, and offered a guess. "What he was waiting for was never us, but rather, that uninvited guest tonight."

As soon as the words were spoken, Zi Nu and Wei Zhuang's expressions simultaneously turned serious.

……

The night rain falls incessantly.

The world was shrouded in a thick, gloomy darkness.

Intermittent drops of blood fell onto the street, only to be violently washed away and swallowed by the cold rain.

The vultures are struggling to escape.

Fear and frustration churned within him.

The fact that Zilanxuan was hiding so many experts was clearly a carefully prepared trap. He was so confident that he was sure to succeed, but in reality, he was sending himself into the tiger's den.

Right now, his only option is to escape desperately and then try to crack the secret that concerns his life and death. Even if the risks increase greatly and he is likely to be discovered by Ji Wuye, he has no other choice.

boom!

A pale, startling clap of thunder ripped through the night, instantly illuminating the streets as bright as day.

In the instant that blinding light flashed and then disappeared, the vulture's pupils suddenly contracted.

A figure had silently blocked his path.

The cold rain slid down the man's young but expressionless face.

The clear, crisp sound pierced through the heavy rain, reaching the vulture's ears with unmistakable clarity.

Where do you think you can escape to?

The vulture paused for a moment, then suddenly swung its sword.

But an even faster sword slashed down.

Chi!

As flesh was torn apart, the vulture suddenly noticed a wound on his wrist. Blood splattered, and excruciating pain struck. The blade in his hand instantly fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the opponent's sword began to dance again.

Xu Qing unleashed an incredibly unpredictable sword technique.

Even if the vulture used its lightness skill, it had no way to dodge.

Pain struck repeatedly. By this time, he understood perfectly well that Xu Qing had clearly been holding back in the Purple Orchid Pavilion. If Xu Qing had gone all out from the beginning, he would not have had a chance to escape through the window and would have died in the Purple Orchid Pavilion.

Before long, the vulture lost all its ability to fight back.

However, unexpectedly, the fatal blow did not come.

Xu Qing did not kill him.

"Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

Xu Qing asked the vulture.

The vulture was slightly taken aback.

Chapter 72 Xu Qing, a man of his word, and Wei Zhuang, a man of no morality!

For vultures, life and death are never a difficult choice.

His inherent nature was to fear death and cling to life, and deep within him lay the flames of ambition that could ignite a wildfire.

Back then, the three wolves who cut their hair were killed by Liu Yi, and he was the only one who survived by chance. Instead of seeking revenge, he joined the Nightfall organization and hid his henchmen to monitor his enemies.

why?

What they were plotting was, of course, the treasure of Fire Rain Manor, which had yet to be found.

As for why Liu Yi was killed later?

It was only because of the argument between Liu Yi and his wife that night that long-buried past events were brought to light.

The vulture lurking in the shadows was instantly consumed by old hatred and impulsively killed the vulture.

Once his rage subsided, the terrible mistake had already been made. Liu Yi was dead and could not be brought back to life, so he could only continue searching for the treasure in Liu's mansion.

Some clues were indeed found, but the real treasure remained nowhere to be found.

He had no choice but to do everything in his power to grasp every trace related to the treasure.

Everything that followed was the same.

The icy rain, like needles, pierced through the darkness of the dilapidated alley.

The vulture slumped against the broken wall, half its body submerged in blood. Xu Qing's sword precisely severed its power to resist, yet left it with a breath of life—as long as it was alive, there was still a chance to turn the tables.

"You're willing to let me go?" The vulture struggled to raise its head and hissed at Xu Qing.

He was practically a cripple. Xu Qing's sword was incredibly precise; it didn't take his life, but it completely stripped him of his ability to resist.