Before the eunuch could react, a fist struck his chest, causing a mouthful of fresh blood to instantly spill out.
“Who are you?”
“Go back and tell your master to stay away from her. Otherwise, I will annihilate Changle.” The arrogant and cold aura filled the eunuch with terror, beads of sweat the size of beans continuously dripping from his forehead.
Xuanyuan Mei cast a cold glance and vanished into the night with a flash.
It seemed that if he didn’t keep an eye on her, the little woman would eventually be taken away by someone.
After listening to the eunuch’s report, Helian Yuchen frowned. “You’re saying that person shattered your internal organs without even appearing?”
“Afterward, he even gave me a pill—a seventh-grade pill.”
A seventh-grade pill!
Helian Yuchen was stunned. He never expected there to be someone in the world with such formidable Huanli. When he used his other identity, he was also one of the top experts in Mingtian Dalu. Yet, that person could kill from a distance without even showing himself. It seemed that Mingtian Dalu would face turmoil in the future.
Yan Wuxin, how many more secrets did she have?
“Be cautious. The old witch is suspicious of your identity. From now on, you don’t need to disguise yourself as a eunuch. Also, inform Hongyu to spare no effort in getting close to Yan Wuxin.”
“Yes.”
The next day, several princes expressed their reluctance to marry, and the banquet came to an end. Yan Qingcheng and Yan Qingyu returned to Yan Jia. Yan Qingcheng headed toward Yan Heng’s study.
Yan Heng was practicing calligraphy. Seeing his granddaughter enter, he frowned slightly. “What is it?”
Yan Qingcheng’s eyes reddened as she knelt on both knees. “Grandfather, I don’t want to marry the Crown Prince. My heart belongs to the Third Prince. In this lifetime, I only wish to marry him.”
“Silence!” Yan Heng glared at Yan Qingcheng. “If such words were overheard, it could cost you your head.”
“Do not mention this matter again. By early autumn, you will prepare to become the Crown Princess. As for other matters, don’t even think about them.”
Yan Qingcheng wanted to say more, but Yan Qingqiu entered and quickly pulled his daughter away. After the father and daughter left, Yan Heng picked up his brush and wrote on the rice paper: Ink.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
During these days, apart from cultivating Huanli, Yan Wuxin focused on studying how to repair her Linggen.
It was said that the Xisui Dan could cleanse the essence and refine the marrow, helping one cultivate anew. However, it made no mention of repairing a destroyed Linggen. Rebuilding bones and tendons was easy, but repairing a Linggen…
“Sister, if you want to repair your Linggen, you can add Wannian Shilian to the Xisui Dan. But…” Xiao Li pursed her lips, frowning slightly. “Wannian Shilian is just a legend.”
Wannian Shilian!
Even a thousand-year snow lotus was rare enough. Wannian Shilian would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Moreover, it was only a legend.
“Sister, although the hope is slim, we can still try.”
“Mm.”
“Here is a book about Wannian Shilian. You can take a look.”
Yan Wuxin took the book and read: “Wannian Shilian, the heart of a millennium, the water of a century, can relieve the sufferings of the world. Only the destined may obtain it.”
What exactly did Wannian Shilian look like?
There was no clear description of Wannian Shilian; instead, it read like an incantation. It seemed that refining the Xisui Dan with Wannian Shilian would have to be a gradual process.
For now, she had to heal her brother’s leg first. Even if he couldn’t cultivate, he could learn combat techniques. If he couldn’t win a fight, at least he could escape.
“Sister, are you not refining Danyao anymore?” Seeing Yan Wuxin straightening her attire and preparing to leave the Kongjian, Xiao Li stepped forward to ask.
“Yes, I have something to attend to outside.” The matter of the house needed to be settled as soon as possible. Although the environment here was good, she had more important things to do.
In one corner of the Kongjian, all eyes were fixed on her, but she paid no attention to those gazes whatsoever.
‘Miss, there are assassins.’ Qiuxue walked up to her with a cup of water, her lips moving slightly.
Yan Wuxin nodded. The moment she stepped out, she had already sensed people lying in ambush around her.
Pretending not to notice, she took a sip of water, glanced at her father and brother’s room, and then walked out nonchalantly. Once outside, she entered an herbal shop, touching and examining various items before buying all the herbs in one go.
After storing the herbs, Yan Wuxin went to a tailor shop to order several sets of clothes for her brother and father.
In the shadows, several assassins exchanged glances. With her wandering around like this, when would they ever complete their mission?
Finally, after she had practically walked through the entire street, Yan Wuxin finally remembered the assassins lurking in the shadows.
A smile curled on Yan Wuxin’s lips as she walked into an alley. The assassins exchanged glances and quickly appeared behind her.
“Kill.”
Yan Wuxin’s smile deepened as she swiftly threw out some pastries. Seeing this, the assassins unleashed dense Huanli, fiercely attacking her. With a spin, she dodged the assault, channeling ice-attribute Huanli to quickly freeze the attackers.
“How… how is this possible!” The assassins, stunned, tried to attack, but not only were their bodies freezing cold, their Huanli was also rapidly draining.
“What… what did you do to us?”
Yan Wuxin’s lips moved slightly, and several Danyao appeared instantly, swiftly shooting into the mouths of the assassins.
One of them widened his eyes in terror, unable to speak before dissolving into a pool of blood. Then the second, the third… until only two remained. Yan Wuxin pursed her lips.
“It seems there’s still room for improvement.”
The leader of the black-clad assassins fearfully glanced at his subordinate, whose flesh was peeling away, and looked at Yan Wuxin in horror. “What did you make us eat?”
“A newly refined product.” As for its name, she hadn’t thought of one yet.
“You… witch!” No sooner had the words left his mouth than the leader of the assassins also dissolved into a pool of blood, though this pool reeked of foul odor.
The assassin whose face was peeling away retreated in terror. Yan Wuxin pursed her lips and turned away calmly. The moment she turned, her hand rose and fell like a blade, and the assassin instantly met his end.
Having dealt with these pests, Yan Wuxin prepared to return home. If it happened once, it would happen twice. She needed to develop her own strength; otherwise, what would happen to her brother and father when she wasn’t around?
Lost in thought, the next moment, a faint chill enveloped her, catching her off guard and wrapping around her entirely.
Instinctively, she looked up and saw a man in red robes, with silver hair, holding her in his arms. A slight smile played on his lips, carrying an extreme allure.
He seemed like the most perfect existence in this world, his deep eyes gazing at her, with a trace of indulgence hidden in their depths.
“Xuanyuan Mei.”
Why had this guy appeared? Coming and going without a trace—what did he want?
“Let go of me.”
“Do I look good?” A cool, masculine aura lingered above her forehead, and for a moment, her thoughts were drawn away. Yan Wuxin blinked her eyes, forcing herself to quickly regain her composure.
“Hmm?” Seeing her remain silent, he narrowed his eyes and cupped her cheeks.
“You’re handsome.” Her mind couldn’t keep up with her mouth—the words slipped out in an instant.