Upon hearing the commotion, Feng Qianqian tapped the ground with one foot and leaped into the air, swiftly darting toward the designated location.
Seeing the number of bandits, she knew that to eliminate them instantly, she could only use a submachine gun. With a flick of her hand, a submachine gun appeared in her grasp.
She shouted, “Stop!”
Triangular Eyes glanced sideways at the newcomer, then laughed arrogantly, “Brothers, our Elder Brother really has luck with women today—another one delivered right to our doorstep, and even prettier.
Tonight, I’ll have one on each arm—what a delightful, wonderful treat!”
Feng Qianqian smirked sinisterly, “If you want to claim me, you’ll need the skill to back it up.
Don’t end up losing your life before you even get to hold a beauty.”
Triangular Eyes clicked his tongue twice, “Feisty little beauty, truly spirited and full of personality—I like that.
You dare question my abilities? When I have you pinned beneath me, enjoying myself, I’ll make you beg for mercy. No need to act tough with words now.”
“Keep dreaming!” Feng Qianqian’s eyes gleamed with killing intent.
She couldn’t bear to hear another word of such filth.
Her eyes filled with murderous intent, she pulled the trigger—”rat-a-tat-tat…”—firing at the men ahead.
The bullets seemed to have eyes, tracing a perfect arc through the air as they shot straight toward Triangular Eyes.
Instantly, several bloody holes appeared in Triangular Eyes’ chest, followed by gushing streams of blood, spurting like a fountain.
A bandit beside him clutched his chest with one hand and pointed at Feng Qianqian with the other, “You… you have no honor!” Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
“For beasts like you who don’t deserve to be called human, there’s no need for honor!”
Immediately after, two more shots rang out—”rat-a-tat.”
With unwillingness in their eyes, the men dropped the knives in their hands.
“Thud, thud…” They toppled backward from their horses, lifeless.
The Old Man and his wife, along with the young woman, were terrified and hurried to hide to the side.
The other bandits cried out in unison, “Elder Brother! Second Brother!”
“You killed our leaders—you’re asking for death!” one shouted.
“Kill her! Our Erhu Mountain is not to be trifled with. Make her pay!” another chimed in.
“That’s right! How dare she kill our Elder Brother? A life for a life—kill her…”
Dozens of them raised their broadswords and charged at Feng Qianqian together.
A corner of Feng Qianqian’s mouth lifted, a bloodthirsty smile slowly spreading across her face. “Heaven’s wrath can be avoided, but self-inflicted doom cannot be escaped.
You bully the weak and oppress the innocent—you don’t deserve to live. Since you’re unfit to remain in this world and cause more harm, just die!”
Feng Qianqian’s eyes turned icy, filled with determination and ruthless, like an Asura from hell.
She pulled the trigger—”rat-a-tat-tat…”
From the muzzle of the submachine gun, furious tongues of flame shot out, a dense rain of bullets sweeping toward the bandits like a storm.
The bullets mercilessly pierced their bodies, leaving behind bloody holes.
Their swords and knives clattered to the ground as blood gushed out, and their bodies collapsed one after another.
The horses, startled, bolted in all directions, disappearing into the distance.
All the bandits were engulfed in gunpowder smoke, their cries of agony filling the air.
The bullets ruthlessly devoured their lives, and blood converged into small streams, flowing across the ground…
The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and the overwhelming stench of blood.
Finally, all the bandits lay fallen, breathless.
Feng Qianqian shook her head helplessly. “Wouldn’t it be better to be good people? Why insist on seeking death?”
She turned her gaze to the Old Man and his wife. Their rough hands clearly showed they were farmers who worked the land.
The old man pulled his wife down to kneel: “Thank you, noble lady, for saving us. Otherwise, our whole family would have perished here.”
Feng Qianqian stepped forward and helped the old man up: “Uncle, this is unnecessary. Please rise quickly. I just happened to pass by and couldn’t stand by when injustice was done. These bandits likely have some silver on them. Let’s search them and then throw the bodies into the nearby ravine.”
The young girl, seeing so many dead bodies for the first time, trembled as she spoke: “Mother, I’m scared.”
The old woman patted her hand: “Don’t be afraid.”
Feng Qianqian looked at the old man’s son, noticing the pool of blood on the ground. “Roll up your pants. I’m a healer—let me see your wound.”
Feng Qianqian gave him a tetanus shot and treated his wound…
Once finished, Feng Qianqian headed straight for “Triangular Eyes” and took out a bag. She searched around his waist while the old man also began to help. After some effort, they managed to collect over seventy taels of silver.
The bodies were then thrown into the ravine.
Feng Qianqian took out the corpse-dissolving liquid and poured it over the corpses. With a sizzling sound, white smoke rose from the bodies as they visibly shrank at a rapid pace, until even the bloodstains vanished completely.
The old man was left dumbfounded, pointing at the ravine with nothing but shock on his face.
Seeing that they were poor, Feng Qianqian handed the bag of silver to the old man: “Uncle, take this silver. Buy some clothes and food, and find a place to settle down.”
“Noble lady, you’ve already saved us. We can’t accept this silver.”
“Can you bear to watch your children starve to death on the road? Take it,” Feng Qianqian said coldly.
The old man looked down at his straw sandals, his big toe exposed, and lost his resolve. Somewhat embarrassed, he lowered his head and said, “Thank you, noble lady. May I ask your honorable name?”
“Feng Qianqian!”
Feng Qianqian handed him the silver bag and asked, “Uncle, which way is the capital?”
“You’re heading to the capital? It’s quite a distance.”
The old man pointed toward a nearby fork in the road. “Follow that path, keep going east, pass through Youzhou City, and you won’t be far from the capital.”
“Uncle, farewell.”
With that, she slung her submachine gun over her shoulder and walked toward the crossroads.
Fortunately, she encountered a convoy of escorts on the road.
Feng Qianqian took out the silver she had found on Nangong Li and paid for her passage.
The journey went smoothly, and she arrived outside the capital.
The Great Zhou Dynasty had no curfew, but the city gates were closed at night.
In Youzhou City, Feng Qianqian bought two sets of white dresses.
By now, the hideous scar on her face had long since disappeared.
As she neared the capital, she covered her face with a white veil.
Head Escort Xing, who often traveled on escort missions, saw that Feng Qianqian was alone and about the same age as his daughter, so he took extra care of her.
“Miss, the city gates are closed tonight. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning to enter.”
Feng Qianqian took out some medicinal ointments for bruises and injuries from her bundle and gave them to Head Escort Xing: “Uncle, thank you for looking after me along the way.” These are wound-healing and antidote medicines personally developed by a Divine Physician. I’m giving them to you.”
“This is too much!” Head Escort Xing could tell from the exquisite bottles that they must be quite valuable.
In his over twenty years of escort work, he had never heard of a Divine Physician in the martial world.
He began to wonder: Could it be that he was simply uninformed?
The Divine Physician must be a recluse of extraordinary caliber, unknown to ordinary folk. Anyone bearing the title “Divine” is surely no common figure.
He beamed with a smile. “Thank you, Young Girl.”
“Uncle, I’m in a hurry to leave. Farewell for now!”
“Miss, it’s so dark out. Where are you going alone? It’s far too unsafe.”
“I know.” Feng Qianqian clasped her hands in farewell and departed.
By the moonlight, Head Escort Xing watched Feng Qianqian’s receding figure and sighed. “The martial world is treacherous. How could her family feel at ease letting such a young girl travel alone?”
Upon reaching the city gate, Feng Qianqian leaped into the air, soaring dozens of meters and clearing the gate in a single bound to enter the city.
A guard on duty saw a white shadow drift overhead and shuddered, every hair on his body standing on end.
He rubbed his eyes and asked the man beside him, “Brother, did you see a white shadow?”
The other yawned. “What white shadow? Your eyes must be playing tricks on you.”