PFC Chapter 62 The Riots Subside
Chapter 62 The Riots Subside
After finishing off the two men, Xie Yan looked back at the man in the bamboo hat.
The person stopped leaving the moment the situation reversed and instead stood motionless to watch the battle.
He clearly shared the same goal as the other three, yet he never made a move. Even when the couple died, he remained unmoved.
Behind him, Amo felt a surge of fear when he saw Xie Yan walking towards them.
Her body trembled slightly, and she took a few steps back, somewhat timidly.
However, in that retreat, a flash of cold light appeared, and a long knife pierced her abdomen without warning!
In an instant, blood gushed out, staining the ground red.
Amo's gaze followed the hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the knife, and what came into view was the back of the person in the straw hat.
Without hesitation, he drew his knife, and Amo fell to the ground with a thud.
Xie Yan raised an eyebrow at the sudden scene before her. She saw the man wipe the blood off his knife and remove the straw hat that was half-covering his face.
"Fengyun Tower has no need for incompetent people."
It was an unremarkable face, so ordinary that it was easily forgotten. He was so common that he was difficult to spot quickly in a crowd.
But Xie Yan recognized him at a glance, not because of anything else, but because of a token hanging on the hilt of his sword.
A token he once owned, marking him as the number one in the Fengyun Tower.
So this is the other assassin A Mo mentioned, now the new number one in Fengyun Tower—Li Yong.
Xie Yan: ...Why is even your name so ordinary?
At this moment, Li Yongzheng, who had just removed his straw hat, was looking at Xie Yan with a very satisfied gaze. He grinned and said in a gloomy tone, "Not bad, I thought you were really an arrogant and conceited good-for-nothing."
Then he raised the knife in his hand, pointing the sharp tip at Xie Yan, "You are qualified to fight me."
Xie Yan: "..."
"Raise your swords! Let's see who truly deserves the title of Number One today!"
Xie Yan: ...I don't really want this kind of thing.
As soon as Li Yong finished speaking, he transformed into a blurry afterimage, charging straight towards Xie Yan with an overbearing aura.
The blade, still bearing traces of dark blood, cleaved down with overwhelming force as it brought down on Xie Yan's head!
Although this person was quite ordinary in every way, his swordsmanship was anything but ordinary. His strength was also formidable; this slash brought with it an extremely sharp and fierce wind!
The wind from the blade was even faster than the blade itself. With a soft "whoosh," the wind from the blade, like an invisible razor, sliced open Xie Yan's clothes in the blink of an eye.
Unfortunately, the scene of blood splattering that Li Yong had envisioned did not occur.
Because Xie Yan only took a small step back, she just barely avoided the gust of wind from the blade.
Then, he drew his sword.
If Shen Yulin's sword was so fast that no one could see it clearly, then Xie Yan's sword was so slow that you could clearly see the angle at which his hand was raised and the direction from which his sword was thrusting.
It's so slow that even though you can clearly see every detail of it, you can't move or avoid it, and can only watch helplessly as the sword stabs towards you.
"Kacha——"
The broken half of the sword spun as it flew out and embedded itself in the ground. At the same time, the sound of the sword tip piercing flesh followed.
Li Yong stared wide-eyed in disbelief, looking down at the sword piercing his chest. "No...it can't be..."
Xie Yan looked at him with her eyes crinkled and said, "I am arrogant because I have the right to be arrogant."
Xie Yan drew her sword, and Li Yong immediately staggered back several steps, blood gushing from his chest. Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he knelt on the ground.
Just as Xie Yan was about to make a move, she heard someone flying towards her from a distance.
He turned around and saw that the person who had come was Chu Ling.
As soon as Chu Ling landed, he wasn't surprised by the mess around him. His first glance was at Xie Yan. "Is everything taken care of?"
"more or less."
Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind came from behind Xie Yan, heading straight for his back. He knew without a doubt that Li Yong had taken advantage of his distraction to launch a sneak attack from behind.
But before he could make a move, Chu Ling had already gathered his strength and struck out with a palm behind him.
Li Yong was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. He crashed heavily to the ground, and in his dying moments, he overheard Chu Ling and Xie Yan's conversation—
"Who is this?"
"Where is Fengyunlou's current number one spot?"
"That's it?"
Li Yong angrily spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with unresolved rage as he died.
Chu Ling glanced at Xie Yan's open robe, took off his cloak and handed it to Xie Yan, saying, "Things over there are settled now, let's go."
The two were of similar height, and Xie Yan didn't find his cloak too large for her. He nodded slightly, then, as if remembering something, said, "Wait a moment."
He turned and walked over to A-Mo's side. He knelt down and reached out to check A-Mo's pulse.
Fortunately, Li Yong's long knife pierced her abdomen, so although she fainted from excessive bleeding, she still had a faint breath left.
"You're pretty lucky to be alive."
Xie Yan sighed and tapped her several times with two fingers to stop the bleeding before carrying A Mo and Chu Ling back.
Back in the dilapidated temple, just as Chu Ling had said, the commotion had subsided.
The disciples of the Azure Water Sword Sect were all tied up tightly with ropes from top to bottom, and their mouths were even gagged with strips of cloth.
Moreover, for some unknown reason, even Shen Yulin, who had tried to dissuade his junior brother before Xie Yan left, inexplicably fainted and lay down to the side.
Even though the disciples were tied up, they all looked angry. When they saw Xie Yan and Chu Ling come in, they all struggled and, judging from their expressions, they must have been cursing very rudely.
It's a pity they were all tied up too tightly, and when they moved, they looked like stranded fish.
Xie Yan handed A Mo to Tao Xian, then looked at Shen Yulin with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
While bandaging Amo's wound, Taoxian said casually, "Oh, he was knocked unconscious by his junior brother who got angry."
Xie Yan: "..."
Upon hearing this, the previously riotous disciples of the Azure Water Sword Sect fell silent.
Xie Yan walked over and pointed, instantly waking up Shen Yulin, whose clothes still bore several shoe prints.
As soon as Shen Yulin opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him, he reflexively tried to draw his sword, but Xie Yan grabbed him and held him down.
He looked at Shen Yulin with a smile and said, "Young Master Shen, it's not too late to fight after we finish talking."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yulin slowly came to his senses. After pondering for a moment, he put down his sword, looked at Xie Yan, and asked, "Was it you who stole the secret manual?"
Xie Yan shook her head, patted Shen Yulin's shoulder, and said somewhat listlessly, "With my skills, taking your secret manuals back would only get me a table leg, so why bother?"
Shen Yulin: "..."