A cool breeze blew, but the blood did not disperse. Fan Xian looked at the man in the bamboo hat in the corner of the alley. He vaguely guessed that he was a magician regarded as useless by the martial arts masters, but he did not expect that he would almost die at the hands of the big man because of him.
The figure politely bowed to Fan Xian and prepared to leave.
The distance between the two of them was a good forty feet, and this sorcerer was skilled in wind magic. He was confident that if he ran, no one in the world could catch him unless the four grandmasters came personally, let alone Fan Xian, who was heavily injured. His plan had failed, so he naturally had to turn around and leave.
Fan Xian looked at the man, who was still concerned about his manners. He threw down the slender dagger, raised his left arm, and gently pulled at the spring. At the entrance of the alley, the figure fell to the ground, clutching his throat. With a pained howl, he died immediately. A fine crossbow bolt was stuck between the fingers of the corpse.
"Idiot."
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Fan Xian fed Teng Zijing a pill, and the poison from the arrow was somewhat cleared. He had already woken up, but the remaining poison had not been dispelled. He would certainly have to return to the manor to treat it. Fan Xian's beautiful face was now very pale. Stained with the blood of the big man, he looked particularly frightening. He looked at the awakened Teng Zijing and said, "Pinch this place."
He pointed to a place at the base of Teng Zijing's thigh, which was the main artery.
Teng Zijing's thigh was already broken, and his face was pale from the pain. Sweat poured down like soybeans, and he trembled as he pressed down on the base of his thigh, touching the wound. He could not help but cry out again. But Teng Zijing was a real man. He watched as Fan Xian tore the cloth to stop the bleeding, and poured some of the burning powder on the wound. He did not make another sound.
The most important part of this kind of injury was the quarter of an hour after the injury. In Fan Xian's previous life, there was a saying: the platinum quarter of an hour. Fan Xian nervously finished the treatment and confirmed that Teng Zijing would not die. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief and almost fall to the ground.
With great difficulty, Teng Zijing said, "Young master, your injury..."
Only now did Fan Xian think of his wound. He realized that his right shoulder was in extreme pain. He grunted in pain and sent his zhenqi to that area. He found that there was nothing wrong with his meridians. There shouldn't be any terrible consequences. He said, "Lie still and wait for a moment."
He still had a sliver of hope in his heart as he walked along the broken wall that the terrifying man had opened up. He saw corpses behind the wall, and most of them were the archers that had been killed by the three brave guards. Then he saw the three corpses that were curled up into a ball and had their skulls smashed.
Curling up into a ball was a symptom of being poisoned. His head must have been smashed by that terrifying man.
After confirming the death of the three guards, Fan Xian silently retreated and sat beside Teng Zijing. Silently, he once again bandaged his wounds and silently waited for the arrival of some friend or enemy.
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Fan Xian's attack on Niulan Street was, without a doubt, the most shocking news in the capital this month. The Kingdom of Qing had been peaceful for a long time, and the capital, the most benevolent of places, was even more tightly guarded. Even ordinary murder cases were rare, much less the eldest son of the Minister of Revenue, Fan Jian, in broad daylight on the street.
Although this young master had not yet been recorded in the family tree, this matter was different from the previous brawl. The assassin was clearly here to kill, and they had used an archer. For someone to be able to use an archer to kill someone in an important place like Jingdou, this had already touched the bottom line of the court's rule.
So the enormous organization of the Kingdom of Qing began to move, and it did not take long to find out the "truth" of the assassination. This was also thanks to Fan Xian. If he had not fought back during the assassination and left the bodies of the enemy's main force on Niulan Street, this case would probably have become another mysterious murder case in the history of the Kingdom of Qing.
The main reason was that the man Fan Xian had cut open like a pig was too famous, so it did not take too much effort to solve this case. At least, seeing that Director Chen and Master Fei of the Overwatch Council were not in a hurry to return to the capital, they knew that the matter was not very serious.
The man was called Cheng Jushu, a famous savage in Northern Qi. His martial arts were hard to penetrate, and most importantly, he was extremely strong. His zhenqi was vigorous, and he was one of the few eighth-level masters in the world. And the beautiful snake assassin, whose throat had been cut by Fan Xian, was an assassin from a small vassal state. The Overwatch Council secretly knew that this pair of beautiful assassins had always been under the control of Northern Qi.
So the case seemed to be completely clear. The mastermind behind this assassination was Northern Qi, but it was unknown whether it was the young Emperor or the highly respected Imperial Advisor Ku He.
The people of the capital were in a heated discussion, wondering why Northern Qi, although a sick tiger, still had some power, would make a move against Fan Xian.
Although Fan Xian had become famous in the capital as a poet, a playboy, and a savage, in the eyes of the whole world, he was still an insignificant character. Northern Qi had sacrificed an eighth-level master and two female assassins in the vassal states just to kill Fan Xian, who had just arrived in the capital not long ago. This was something that was hard to explain.
But for those who truly held power in the Kingdom of Qing and had access to its secrets, Northern Qi had used a clever and ruthless move.
It was unknown how their spies had found out that Fan Xian might take over the management of the royal business in the next few years, so he had become the target of the struggle between the Crown Prince and the Second Prince. If he was able to successfully kill Fan Xian and then escape far away, people would certainly suspect that this matter was done by the Crown Prince, who was unwilling to lose his source of money. Perhaps, they would suspect that the Second Prince had purposely killed Fan Xian to frame the Crown Prince. Regardless of which speculation it was, it would cause a ripple in the politics of the Kingdom of Qing that no one knew what the outcome would be.
Fan Xian was only an insignificant character, but his life and death was a big deal. Every time the officials of the Second Bureau of the Overwatch Council analyzed this, they admired their counterparts in Northern Qi for coming up with such a beautiful plan. It was only a small move, but it could delay the Kingdom of Qing's secret northern expedition.
The matter of the northern expedition existed only in the military council's staff room, the Overwatch Council's planning room, and the Emperor's mind. Whether to fight or not, it was the Emperor's word. So Northern Qi had always lived in this shadow. Their choice to strike at this time was a very smart move — of course, the premise was that they could successfully kill Fan Xian without leaving behind any clues.
However, Northern Qi had not expected that this seemingly unremarkable character would possess such great power. The four bodyguards by Fan Xian's side were all Count Sinan's "private collection", each of them at the fifth-level of strength. That was why they were able to wipe out the archers despite being poisoned. Of course, the most frightening of all was the beautiful illegitimate son, who was able to kill two female assassins, famed for their poison, and the eighth-level master Cheng Jushu!
As for the sorcerer, no one cared. He was of little value.
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"The Overwatch Council and the Ministry of Justice have jointly signed a report, confirming that it was Northern Qi who did it. The second prince arranged for you to meet on the Liujing River. He thought you liked Si Lili, so he chose the Drunken Immortal Tavern. But no one could have guessed that the Drunken Immortal Tavern was a spy that Northern Qi had placed in the capital."
Count Sinan sat in the dark bedroom, looking at his son lying on the bed. He spoke calmly. "I know you are angry, but since you are fine, and those assassins died at your hands, this matter is over."
"It's over?" Fan Xian felt a chill in his heart. "Where is Si Lili?"
"On her way to the north, she was intercepted by the Fourth Bureau of the Overwatch Council. She is currently being escorted back to the capital."
"I hope she doesn't die." Fan Xian's voice was cold.
Count Sinan laughed. "The people under the watch of the Overwatch Council never die so easily."
"Do you really think it's that simple?" Fan Xian suddenly asked his father with a smile.
"Do you have a different opinion?"
"Those archers … how did they sneak into the capital? I heard that the bodies of the archers were cremated the next day. Was someone afraid of finding something on them? " Fan Xian turned his body with some difficulty. "I know you don't want me to know these things. You're afraid I won't be able to resist seeking revenge. But I think I have the right to know who it is that wants my life."
Count Sinan looked at him coldly. "You should know that I represent His Majesty's secret power. Although it is not as strong as the Overwatch Council, it is sufficiently professional. But … we still have no way of finding out who is colluding with Northern Qi. The suspects are not limited to the Crown Prince and the Second Prince, but also the Prime Minister and the Eldest Princess."
"Since you can't find out who the real enemy is … then don't make too much noise. Don't make too many enemies for yourself." Count Sinan continued. "This is my advice to you. I hope you will accept it."
Fan Xian nodded. He touched the wound on his shoulder and frowned. He took two deep breaths. "I will find a way to get to the bottom of this matter."
Count Sinan was satisfied with his son's attitude. He said a few words of comfort and left the bedroom.
After his father left, Fan Xian's eyes became quiet. He looked at a dark corner of the room and asked with a hint of resentment, "Why didn't you do anything that day?"
Wu Zhu walked out of the darkness. His eyes were still covered by the black cloth. There was not a single wrinkle on the black cloth, just like his perpetually expressionless face.
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