It’s unclear whether it was the unhappiness caused by being called the “kidney stabbing artifact,” or if his dagger Kaiming sensed his fighting spirit, but suddenly, Kaiming’s blade heated up, and a dark light flowed from the hilt to the tip of the dagger.
Wow~
Wang Xiaomie dumbly widened his eyes in astonishment. In his grasp, Kaiming seemed to be saying, “Young man, you’ve been empowered, go on, deliver the blow!”
Young man Wang: Alright!
He slowly dog-sneaked behind Yi Yan, while Yi Yan and Wen Fengjin finished exchanging blows and paused briefly in front of him.
Great… Now is the time!
Wang Xiaomie held his breath, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He hummed “Hallelujah” in his mind, fearing emitting any killing intent that Yi Yan might notice, remembering that’s how it happens in movies. As long as there is an ambush, it’s certain that some great hero would detect it because of the killing intent and shout, “Who’s there!”
Finally, Yi Yan paused briefly, about to attack Wen Fengjin again, and Wen Fengjin’s face turned pale. A massive pressure erupted from beside him, and the soft sword trembled, emitting a sword hum.
Wen Fengjin had been observing Wang Xiaomie’s direction all along, and Wang Xiaomie knew he didn’t have time to give any signals. He just urgently blinked at Wen Fengjin, shouting encouragement to himself in his mind, and lifted Kaiming, thrusting forward!
Time seemed to slow down, sweat dripped down his forehead, sticking to his eyelashes. The back of the cyan mandarin jacket in front of him got closer and closer, and a dark aura of bloodlust emanated from Kaiming’s body—
“Tss—”
Wang Xiaomie furrowed his brows, closed his eyes, and turned his face away, too afraid to look too closely. When the sensation of his palm hitting something solid reached him, even he was stunned.
I really did it?
No way…
Wang Xiaomie opened his eyes and blinked, gripping Kaiming in both hands. To avoid being detected, his movements were slow and deliberate, not too forceful. Unexpectedly, Kaiming was such a sharp dagger that with a gentle thrust, it pierced into Yi Yan’s left waist like cutting tofu.
The soft hemp long coat was torn apart, revealing the delicate silk lining inside. The surrounding fabric was dragged in by the knife, and blood gushed out, soaking the coat and gradually spreading…
Wang Xiaomie swallowed hard, feeling a sharp pain in his head. He slowly raised his head, only to see Yi Yan’s expression cold, his eyes like knives stabbing at his head, and his mouth suddenly twisting into a sneer.
Wang Xiaomie: …
“Xiaomie! Get back!” Suddenly, Wen Fengjin shouted urgently. Wang Xiaomie seldom heard him speak so loudly, but as soon as he finished shouting, Wang Xiaomie instinctively withdrew the dagger and immediately crouched down, protecting his head and soft abdomen.
The next moment, intense pain shot through his shoulders and arms, and he was violently kicked away, crashing into a chair and a coffee table.
The wooden chair was crushed under him, and the sound of tea cups and assorted items clattering echoed as they fell with him in a heap.
“Cough, cough! My shoulder—”
Wang Xiaomie groaned in agony on the ground, gripping his left shoulder with his right hand. His entire left shoulder and arm couldn’t be lifted, even though the pain was dull, the bones and flesh hurt terribly.
Damn it! That kick must have broken his bone directly!
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Meanwhile, at the same time, Wen Fengjin also launched an attack on Yi Yan. The flexible soft sword was too agile; when it struck against the short blades, it would tremble randomly, and one could easily get cut if they weren’t careful.
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So, when Yi Yan was injured, even if he was as cruel to himself as he was to others, enduring the pain and continuing the close combat, he didn’t have the previous ostentatious demeanor.
At this point, Wen Fengjin didn’t pretend to be weak either. He curled his lips, a smirk playing on his face.
With a flick of his long sleeve, Yi Yan’s arm was slashed.
“You were all deceiving me!”
At this point, there was nothing Yi Yan didn’t understand. He was originally a clever person, and with a little thought, he had almost figured everything out. However, he also seemed to understand that Wang Xiaomie wasn’t completely unaffected by the drug.
His expression darkened and he yelled, “Bai Yu! Snap the puppet’s neck!” Even if the heart was the vital point for the unaging and undying, by destroying the puppet, Wang Xiaomie would lose control and strangle his own neck.
He refused to believe that these monsters could still function without a head!
After Yi Yan shouted, everyone’s gaze focused on Bai Yu behind the pillar. Bai Yu didn’t show a fearful expression but calmly raised the puppet in his hand.
“Don’t play dead, things have changed!”
Wen Fengjin frowned, his foot tapped, and he quickly approached Bai Yu. Just as Yi Yan was about to intervene, the sound of something cleaving the air pierced through the rain, and two stones flew past his ears!
Yi Yan could only halt his steps, seeing An Xie, who had just died moments ago, appear at the door. An Xie shook his head and the water off his body, grinning at Yi Yan.
“Oh no~”
His narrow eyes widened slightly in disbelief, and Yi Yan’s usually calm face showed an expression of incredulity. He instinctively turned to look at Bai Yu, who also met his gaze.
The round cat-like eyes no longer held their previous liveliness and innocence, nor the hearty joy, only coldness and a hint of satisfaction.
Before he could even question him, Yi Yan was grabbed by An Xie.
Bai Yu watched as Wen Fengjin approached without fear, and instead of being afraid, he gently tossed the puppet over. “Here, for you.”
Wen Fengjin’s slender and fair hand caught the puppet. His long, narrow eyes scanned Bai Yu’s expressionless face, but Wen Fengjin neither killed him nor said anything extra.
This human had poisoned his shixiong; he deserved to die.
But if he acted, his shixiong would be unhappy, perhaps even upset with him.
The incident with An Xie just now was probably also covered up by him.
Choosing to ignore Bai Yu, Wen Fengjin turned around and came to Wang Xiaomie’s side, pulling apart all the threads on the puppet. A strange sensation spread throughout his body, and suddenly he felt relaxed.
Wang Xiaomie was back in his familiar embrace, smelling the bitter scent of medicine and the dampness of water, and he hugged Wen Fengjin tightly.
“Don’t be scared…”
Cool fingertips slid through his hair, and Wen Fengjin gently kissed his forehead.
The wound on his shoulder began to heal, itching, throbbing, and a bit painful. Wang Xiaomie sniffled and tears rolled down his cheeks, thinking it must be because of this, definitely not because he was squeamish!
“Xiaomie?” Wen Fengjin called softly.
Wang Xiaomie wiped his tears on his chest, but Wen Fengjin’s clothes were also wet, so now his entire face was wet.
“I’m fine.”
With a red nose and red eyes, Wang Xiaomie lifted his head. The cold, silver-haired man looked at him in surprise, then smiled. “Are you crying?”
“No!” Wang Xiaomie glared at him.
Wen Fengjin chuckled softly, and Wang Xiaomie, embarrassed and angry, lightly punched him.
“Hey— I say—”
Suddenly, a helpless male voice interrupted. They looked over to see An Xie smiling wryly, “Could Senior and Madam stop showing affection for a moment and come help me!”
Wang Xiaomie: … Damn, forgot about that.
He quickly nudged Wen Fengjin, who wiped the smile off his face reluctantly and stood up, unwillingly drawing his sword and helping Wang Xiaomie to the side.
An Xie could fight Yi Yan to a standstill, even gain the upper hand, but An Xie had been worn down too much by the previous fighting. With Wen Fengjin joining the battle, Yi Yan’s expression turned grim.
“Isn’t it too much for you two famous historical figures to team up against one?” Yi Yan gritted his teeth.
“Not at all. Don’t you know I’m the asshole who committed treason in history?” An Xie grinned at him.
Wen Fengjin smirked as well. “In history, I’m known as the Demon Lord.”
In short, none of them were good people, they were even villains.
Yi Yan: “……”
Communication was ineffective; they had to face each other head-on. The three of them once again engaged in a fierce battle.
Wang Xiaomie kept a vigilant eye on Bai Yu, who seemed in a daze as if he’d lost his soul, nervously shifting his gaze to the trio.
When masters clash, it’s always swift.
There were no overly flashy techniques, no trash-talking, and shouting out skills like “XXX Sword Technique!”
A few minutes later, Yi Yan was stabbed in the chest, blood foaming from his mouth. He fell to the ground, eyes wide open, motionless…
Did they win?!
Wang Xiaomie sighed in relief, and An Xie and Wen Fengjin relaxed their expressions. An Xie immediately turned to look for his wife, thinking about his Little Purple Hair. Meanwhile, Wen Fengjin furrowed his brows, lost in thought.
“Is he dead?” Wang Xiaomie asked softly, clutching his arm.
Wen Fengjin nodded. “Seems like it.”
…Is there such a thing as “seems like he’s dead”? Wang Xiaomie’s mouth twitched, but he understood Wen Fengjin’s thoughts. After all, Yi Yan didn’t seem like an ordinary person at all. So, dispatching him so easily would naturally make them feel incredulous.
Wen Fengjin glanced at Yi Yan’s body on the ground for a few seconds, then lifted his head, his icy demeanor finally melting as he held the soft sword in his hand. He turned and walked towards Wang Xiaomie.
Meanwhile, An Xie had already released Little Purple Hair from his confinement, cradling him in his arms protectively, only revealing a glimpse of him. He lowered his head, checking Little Purple Hair’s injuries.
As for Bai Yu… after Yi Yan fell, Bai Yu’s face contorted briefly, various emotions swirling like a palette on his face. Eventually, everything faded away, leaving only two streaks of tears silently streaming down his face.
Everyone felt like everything had settled.
But, in the next moment, Wang Xiaomie watched in horror as Yi Yan’s body seemed to twitch.
“Fengjin, look! He moved, damn it!” Wang Xiaomie exclaimed in shock.
Wen Fengjin and An Xie’s faces changed color as they swiftly turned their heads to look at Yi Yan’s body lying on the ground. Suddenly, his body underwent a drastic change. His white hair turned black, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes and on his forehead smoothed out, and his chest and other wounds began to heal slowly…
Yi Yan’s slender eyes snapped open in Wang Xiaomie’s terrified gaze!
“My goodness! It’s fake corpse!”
“No, it’s not fake corpse!” An Xie quickly wrapped Purple Hair in the cloth bag after setting him down, then rushed over. “The sonofabitch is using that trick again! He must have used that blood!”
He had seen it once twenty years ago, and had suffered greatly then. An Xie would never forget that scene!
What?!
Wang Xiaomie watched in disbelief as Yi Yan, with a head full of black hair, his face ruddy and looking at least ten years younger, climbed to his feet. His mouth twitched.
Not only did he look unharmed, but he also looked even more attractive.
Yi Yan, who’d become a twenty year old young man, tilted his head like a ghost and said, “Did you think only you guys would leave room for maneuver? Heh~”
Wang Xiaomie: “…”
Without a word, Wen Fengjin and An Xie exchanged glances and then launched their attack.
Why waste words? They could always just kill him again!
