Ch 307: Xiao Wenxin’s Fury
“Ah?”
Hearing Li Hanzhou say he was going to Famous Sword Villa, Zhao Qing’er looked surprised. Famous Sword Villa is located in the Heavenly Spine Mountain Range and does not belong to any country. It is actually already outside the territory of the Divine Palace Kingdom.
But Famous Sword Villa is the number one villa in the world, with a long history. Most of the famous swords in the world come from here. Many peerless good swords still exist in the villa, waiting for their destined owners. However, to take a sword from Famous Sword Villa, one needs to pass the test of the Sword Forest.
Whether one can take away a sword depends on one’s strength and luck.
For ordinary people, going to the Sword Forest is extremely dangerous.
The number of people who die in the Sword Forest every year is unknown.
But those who can truly come out of the Sword Forest and take away a sword from Famous Sword Villa are all geniuses without exception.
If Young Master can bring a sword out of the Sword Forest, he would truly be qualified to compete for the Position of Heir.
“Yes!”
Zhao Qing’er readily agreed. Zhao Qing’er was very happy that Li Hanzhou was willing to take her with him when he went out.
Zhao Wenxing, however, upon hearing that Li Hanzhou was going to Famous Sword Villa, insisted on bringing people to protect Li Hanzhou’s safety.
But Li Hanzhou refused.
When traveling, Li Hanzhou didn’t want to be so ostentatious.
Later, seeing that he couldn’t persuade Li Hanzhou, Zhao Wenxing could only instruct Li Hanzhou to be careful and asked Zhao Qing’er to take good care of Li Hanzhou.
Zhao Wenxing was still confident in Li Hanzhou’s strength. The two Blood Sacrifice Pavilion assassins at the Profound Connection Realm were easily dealt with by Li Hanzhou. It was evident that his son’s strength had reached a level beyond his imagination, and there were few people in this world who could harm his son.
Just after dusk, Li Hanzhou and Zhao Qing’er rode out of the city under the cover of night.
Sanyuan City.
The midnight watchman’s wooden clapper had just struck three times when Xiao Wenxin’s jade bone porcelain cup shattered into powder.
Tea soup mixed with blood dripped from his fingers onto the secret letter, turning the eight words “Xiao Han Heads to Famous Sword Villa” into ferocious blood blossoms.
“Blood Sacrifice Pavilion? Heh, it seems that the title of Number One Assassin in the World is just an empty title.”
Xiao Wenxin chuckled and wiped his fingers with a silk handkerchief. The candlelight cast his profile in half-light and half-shadow. A torrential downpour raged outside, but it could not extinguish the ever-burning lamp on the desk, refined with merman oil. Three golden cicada gu were curled up in the wick, emitting cries as thin as mosquitoes.
A hunched-over old man emerged from behind the screen, his hands trembling as he held a bronze box. “Sixth Master, please calm down. News came from the Blood Sacrifice Pavilion that the two top assassins they sent all failed. It is highly likely that Master Xiao Han’s mansion harbors an expert.”
“Useless!” Xiao Wenxin snapped the purple brush on the desk. A crimson centipede suddenly darted out of the pen holder and burrowed into the old man’s ear.
The scream turned into a gurgle. The old man’s eyeballs instantly exploded into a blood mist, yet he remained kneeling straight, not daring to fall.
“My good Seventh Brother,” Xiao Wenxin stroked the old wooden puppet on the desk. It was a birthday gift Xiao Han had given him when he was ten years old, with crookedly carved words “Sixth Brother” on its joints. He suddenly broke off the puppet’s left leg, and the secret chamber’s hidden door opened with a clang, a wave of bloody wind and the sounds of clashing chains sweeping out.
Dozens of wooden racks were arranged in the secret chamber, each with an exquisite wooden box. Xiao Wenxin casually opened one.
“Go, deliver this secret letter to the Blood Bodhisattva,” he took out a sealed letter from his sleeve. “Tell her that this Young Master is willing to pay double the price, but this time she must leave Xiao Han’s life to me.”
The old man tremblingly accepted the secret letter, about to retreat, but was called back.
“Wait.” Xiao Wenxin broke off a finger from the puppet. “Take this as well. Tell the Blood Bodhisattva that I want Xiao Han to die as fragmented as this puppet.”
“Yes!”
The old man quickly retreated.
As the candlelight flickered, Xiao Wenxin took out a yellowed scroll painting.
The painting depicted seven youths fencing in a training ground, with nine-year-old Li Hanzhou helping him wipe his sword.
He gently stroked Xiao Han’s smiling face in the painting, then suddenly squeezed his fingers, scratching the face until it was completely disfigured.
“Seventh Brother, Seventh Brother, do you know…” he whispered to the mutilated figure in the painting, “…that the Position of Heir was mine from the very beginning. You, and all of them, are nothing but my pawns.”
“Our relationship is so good, if you die, Father will surely suspect them first…”
“If they are in chaos, my chances will be greater, so don’t blame Sixth Brother for being cruel.”
Outside the secret chamber, the rain poured down. A lightning bolt split the sky, illuminating the cold smile on Xiao Wenxin’s lips.
After several days of travel, Li Hanzhou and Zhao Qing’er were getting closer and closer to Famous Sword Villa.
Along the way, while Zhao Qing’er took care of Li Hanzhou, Li Hanzhou also guided Zhao Qing’er in spear techniques.
Although Li Hanzhou had never cultivated spear techniques, he had once reached the Immortal Realm, so guiding Zhao Qing’er was an easy task.
With the guidance of a powerhouse from the Immortal Realm, Zhao Qing’er felt that her progress in just a few days was faster than a year of hard training.
This made Zhao Qing’er even more awestruck by Li Hanzhou.
How could there be such an amazing person as her Young Master?
It’s a pity that her identity is not worthy of him.
This made Zhao Qing’er feel regretful. Her background made even the dream of becoming Li Hanzhou’s concubine seem unrealistic.
“Young Master, the journey has been peaceful.”
Zhao Qing’er said, eating the meat buns she had just bought.
“Sometimes, calm is just the prelude to a storm,” Li Hanzhou smiled.
“Storm?”
Zhao Qing’er’s face turned serious: “Young Master, do you mean that the Blood Sacrifice Pavilion will send more people to kill you?”
“Whether it’s the Blood Sacrifice Pavilion or not, I’m sure Xiao Wenxin won’t miss such a good opportunity,” Li Hanzhou said leisurely.
As dusk settled, the maple forests on both sides of the official road were dyed blood red by the setting sun. Li Hanzhou reined in his horse, gazing at the winding mountain road ahead; they were very close to Famous Sword Villa.
“Young Master, Falling Maple Town is ahead,” Zhao Qing’er rode forward, her long hair being lifted by the evening breeze, “Shall we rest here for a night?”
Before she finished speaking, a maple leaf flew past her ear and nailed itself into the trunk of a tree behind her.
Just a single leaf, yet it almost severed the maple tree.
Li Hanzhou quickly pulled Zhao Qing’er onto his horse. Almost simultaneously, dozens of maple leaves, like sharp blades, tore through the air, cutting deep gouges into the ground where they had been standing.
Zhao Qing’er’s horse was pulverized into a blood mist by the leaves.
Such skill caused Zhao Qing’er’s face to change drastically.
Such formidable strength.
“What amazing hidden weapons,” Li Hanzhou couldn’t help but praise. “I’m afraid that even the entire Tang Sect wouldn’t be able to find a few people who could cultivate hidden weapons to such a high level?”
Li Hanzhou recognized at a glance that this was the Tang Sect’s cultivation method.
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