The Aloof and Pure-hearted Killer: She’s Simply Impossible to Communicate With
On the morning of the second day, the Killer awoke to the faint scent of medicinal herbs.
Instinctively, he jolted upright from the bed, only to be forced back down by the searing pain tearing through the wound on his abdomen.
His clothes were gone, leaving him with nothing but a pair of undergarments.
What had happened?
Yesterday, he had been on a mission. Then, using the abandoned courtyard as bait, he had eliminated the last pursuer from the Netherworld Hall.
And after that… he seemed to have seen a young woman?
It was definitely not an illusion.
His wounds had been treated, meticulously covered with herbal medicine.
He had heard his colleagues idly chatter about baseless stories, such as “a dying assassin saved by a medicine fairy, the two coming to know and love each other, eventually flying side by side.”
His colleagues were certainly dreamers.
But he never believed in stories—he only believed in himself.
As the wound throbbed faintly, the Killer tried to piece together what had happened, but the sound from the doorway interrupted his thoughts.
The door was pushed open, and a woman dressed in moon-white robes walked in.
Her hair was like mist, adorned only with a single white jade hairpin, with no other ornaments. Her face was elegant, her features as if painted, and her long, raven-feather-like lashes cast a faint shadow over her clear eyes. Without a trace of makeup, she appeared even more stunningly ethereal, causing the Killer to momentarily hold his breath.
Immediately afterward, the Killer realized—
Yes, it was her he had seen last night!
Instinctively, the Killer reached for the dagger at his waist, only to suddenly remember that he had no hidden weapons left on him.
Noticing the Killer’s movement, the woman walked to the bedside:
“Your clothes and weapons have been collected and placed on the table over there.”
The Killer tried to speak, but his throat burned with pain.
He stared coldly at the mysterious woman before him, attempting to discern her intentions.
Was she an enemy?
No, he sensed no hostility or killing intent from her.
Who was she? What did she want from him or the Blood-Severing Pavilion?
The Killer tensed his entire body, watching the woman warily.
Yet the woman seemed utterly oblivious to the Killer’s sharp gaze—or more accurately, she noticed but simply didn’t care.
She busied herself tidying the blood-stained gauze on the table, brought over a fresh basin of clean water, and arranged several bottles and jars neatly on the table.
“Who are you?”
In the overly quiet atmosphere, the Killer spoke coldly, his voice hoarse.
The woman replied softly:
“Yuyi Yue, that’s my name.”
Her voice was clear and gentle, so much so that the Killer nearly let his guard down in a moment of distraction.
Steeling himself, the Killer continued:
“Why did you save me?”
Hearing this, Yuyi Yue turned to look at him and answered frankly:
“Because you were injured.”
The Killer was momentarily stunned, unsure how to respond to such an answer, yet he knew clearly that she wasn’t lying.
Her gaze was too clear and transparent, devoid of any ulterior motives.
The Killer had never seen such eyes before—pure yet profound, like those of an innocent young creature in the forest.
How was that possible?
Under the Killer’s slightly wavering gaze, Yuyi Yue continued:
“My Master taught us that when we encounter someone sick or injured, we should provide timely assistance and demand repayment. That is the rule of the world.”
At first, the Killer misheard, thinking Yuyi Yue had said something lofty like “without seeking repayment.”
He instinctively retorted, “Demand repayment?”After speaking, he realized that no matter how he thought about it, this statement was rather inappropriate, even somewhat offensive.
But Yuyi Yue didn’t seem to mind at all. She nodded gently:
“Yesterday, I used one roll of gauze, a bottle of hemostatic powder, and one snake gallbladder. That totals eleven taels of silver. Since you’re the first patient I’ve encountered since coming down the mountain, I’ll charge you ten taels.”
Her eyes were pure and sincere.
The Killer was left speechless.
This was truly…
He had once thought he was the one out of sync with worldly conventions.
The Killer was an orphan and later joined the Blood-Severing Pavilion. He had never cared for so-called worldly rules.
Even so, he understood the polite formalities and doctrines dictated by society.
He thought everyone in the world couldn’t escape acting this way, until he heard Yuyi Yue’s words.
The Killer replied hesitantly:
“Thank you, I’ll pay. My wallet isn’t with me right now, but I’ll definitely bring the money here another day.”
“Which day is ‘another day’?”
Yuyi Yue looked at the Killer and asked seriously.
The Killer began to feel a headache coming on.
He realized this girl understood polite talk even less than he did.
Since that was the case, the Killer decided to be straightforward as well.
“I’m a killer from the Blood-Severing Pavilion. Last night, I was on a mission, and my money is all at the pavilion. Now that the mission is over, I need to return to the pavilion to report, wrap things up, and then come back to pay you. I’m not sure exactly which day that will be.”
After listening, Yuyi Yue thought for a moment, then firmly shook her head:
“No, my Master said that not specifying a payment date means trying to avoid paying, and avoiding payment is not allowed.”
“I’m not trying to avoid paying…”
“But you didn’t tell me the exact date.”
“Because I can’t determine the exact date either.”
“No, that’s avoiding payment.”
“It’s not avoiding payment!”
The Killer held his forehead.
For the first time, he felt such strong emotional turmoil over something unrelated to a mission.
Just what sect did this girl train under?!
It had always been others who complained that the Killer spoke too bluntly and without tact, making communication impossible.
This was the first time the Killer had felt the same way.
He took a deep breath and said to Yuyi Yue:
“Alright, how about this: I’ll leave my sword with you as collateral. Even if sold to someone who doesn’t know its value, my sword is worth at least fifteen taels of silver.”
“No, I don’t have any loose change to give you right now.”
“You don’t need to give me change.”
“Then our accounts wouldn’t be settled properly, and that’s not allowed.”
Yuyi Yue still wore that calm and earnest expression, neither impatient nor angry.
It was the Killer who was starting to get annoyed.
He forced himself upright, ignoring the still-bleeding wound on his abdomen, and leaned in close to Yuyi Yue, his breath brushing against her cheek.
The Killer said hoarsely:
“You saved me, and I’m grateful. But if you insist on causing trouble, I’ll kill you.”
He deliberately made himself appear more intimidating and threatening.
But Yuyi Yue showed no sign of panic. She blinked and said to the Killer, who was now inches away:
“I’ve planted a Life-Death Gu in you. If you kill me before I remove the Gu poison, you’ll die too.”
The Killer’s gaze instantly sharpened.
So it was true! He knew this woman wasn’t as simple as she seemed!
How laughable that he had actually wavered for a moment.
A sudden, nameless anger toward himself rose in the Killer’s heart.
His hand shot out like an eagle’s talon, clamping around Yuyi Yue’s slender neck, and he abruptly tightened his grip.”Untie me, now!”
The Killer said fiercely, his fingers gradually tightening.
Under his grip, Yuyi Yue’s face gradually flushed red, and her breathing became rapid.
Her expression changed, turning into a sorrow the Killer couldn’t comprehend.
Then, the Killer only felt Yuyi Yue touch his forearm lightly, and his entire arm instantly lost all sensation.
What kind of martial art was this?!
While the Killer was still in shock, Yuyi Yue removed his hand from her neck and set it aside.
She sighed silently:
“My first patient after coming down the mountain is an unreasonable villain. Is my luck really this bad?”
After saying this, Yuyi Yue gently touched her slightly swollen neck.
Frowning at the Killer, whose expression kept shifting, she said with displeasure:
“You injured me. Compensation is seven taels of silver, making a total of seventeen taels.
“Now, even your sword isn’t enough to cover it.”