Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The hustle and bustle of the martial arts field was left far behind. The bluestone road was winding, with neatly trimmed green bamboos on both sides.

The beautiful young lady lifted her skirt and walked briskly, as if the person walking among the flash of swords and blood was not her.

It was not until she turned a corner and completely lost sight of the entrance to the training ground that she suddenly stopped and her body swayed slightly.

"Thank you." She didn't turn around, her voice a little lower than usual, with a hint of lingering fear.

If Lin Qiye had not arrived in time, even if she could win, she would probably have to pay a heavy price.

It is definitely not pleasant to take a blow from a knife blessed by the "Blood Soul".

Lin Qiye was still half a step behind her, his voice steady and calm: "The City Lord has given orders, and I dare not disobey."

The handsome young man then turned around and looked at him with amusement: "Why did you hide when I poked you in the waist?"

"Are you afraid that Cao Yuwei's sword will splatter you with blood?"

Lin Qiye remained calm and replied seriously, "The prince's sword is swift. I'm afraid he won't be able to stop it and might accidentally damage the flowers and plants in the City Lord's Mansion."

"Those orchid pots are very precious to Manager Wu."

"Puchi." The handsome young man finally couldn't help laughing, and the last trace of haze in his heart also dissipated.

This guy always has the ability to say the most infuriating words with the most serious expression.

She straightened her messy hair and started walking again.

His tone returned to its usual lazy tone: "Let's go and see what Uncle Wu has up his sleeve."

"This is some newly acquired Cloud Mist Tea... I want to see what kind of tea is more precious than my life."

The two walked one after the other through the corridor and came to the front hall.

In the hall, Wu Hen was sitting leisurely in the main seat, on the redwood table in front of him,

A set of exquisite purple clay tea sets was bubbling with steam, and the fragrance of tea filled the air.

Seeing the beautiful young man come in,

Wu Hen raised his eyelids, a mischievous smile hanging on the corner of his mouth: "Oh, our great hero who fooled the Prince of Zhenbei is back?"

"Come, let me see, are you hurt anywhere?"

The handsome young man walked straight to him and sat down opposite him. He picked up the teapot without any hesitation, poured himself a full cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

He heaved a sigh of relief and said, "The tea is good, top-grade Clouds Before Rain."

"But... Lord City Lord, where is the distinguished guest who brought the tea?"

She looked around and found that there was no one else in the hall except a few servants standing there.

Wu Hen laughed heartily and said frankly, "What distinguished guest? It's just an excuse I found."

"That Cao family kid is ready to fight you to the death. If I don't stop him,

"Are we really going to collect his body and then have the King of Zhenbei destroy my Jialing City?"

The handsome young man's eyes flickered, and his fingers holding the teacup tightened slightly: "He was the first to open the blood soul."

"I know."

Wu Hen's smile faded a little, and his expression became serious.

"But he is the only legitimate son of the King of Zhenbei and the future master of the Northern Territory."

"He can be ignorant, but you can't be, and I can't be either."

"This Jialing City is too expensive to play with."

His words were so harsh that the atmosphere in the hall became a little tense.

The handsome young man lowered his eyes and stared at the green tea in the cup without saying a word.

She knew that what Wu Hen said was true.

The underworld has its own rules, and the court has its own rules.

In the territory of Jialing City, the blood of the Prince of Zhenbei was splattered within five steps. No matter who was right or wrong, the only unlucky one would be Jialing City.

At this moment, the young man came in with a tray containing two jars of wine sealed with red cloth and a few exquisite side dishes.

"Here comes the wine."

Wu Hen's expression softened again, and he personally opened the mud seal of one of the jars.

The rich aroma of wine instantly overwhelmed the elegant tea aroma.

"Twenty years of daughter's wine, to calm you down."

He poured a bowl for the handsome young man and filled it up for himself, raising the bowl to signal, "Come on, don't be so stern."

"Tell me how you use the Heavenly Secret Feather."

"You're using the Cao family's famous 'Burning Blood Blade' like a rattle?"

The admiration and pride in his tone were undisguised.

Although he was scolded, he felt relieved because the girl had earned back face for him.

The handsome young man looked up at him, and seeing that there was no real blame in his eyes, the depression in his heart dissipated.

She picked up the wine bowl and gently clinked it with Wu Hen's. The spicy wine went down her throat, and a warmth instantly flowed through her limbs.

"His swordsmanship is very open and powerful, with many flaws. He relies solely on his strong internal strength."

"If it weren't for the Blood Soul, I would have been able to break his sword's momentum within thirty moves, forcing him to retreat with his sword destroyed."

Her words were full of strong confidence.

Wu Hen nodded and took a sip of wine. "The Cao family's 'Burning Blood Blade' emphasizes unwavering determination and unwavering progress."

"You used the Tianji Feather's body movements to tangle with him, avoiding his sharp edges at every turn, and you were the best at restraining him."

"I just didn't expect that boy to be so stubborn that you actually forced him to think about using forbidden techniques."

Having said that, Wu Hen put down his wine bowl and his expression became serious again.

"Girl, this time it was a fluke."

"I've heard that Cao Yuwei has a fiery temper and will never let go of any slight."

"After losing face so badly in the martial arts arena today, he will never let it go."

The handsome young man raised his eyebrows and said, "If he comes again, I will take over."

"Next time, I won't give him the chance to use 'Blood Soul' again."

"No." Wu Hen shook his head.

He looked at the handsome young man and said word by word, "You need to get ready."

"Three days later, you will go to the Zhenbei Palace in person."

The handsome young man's hand holding the wine bowl froze in mid-air, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Go to the palace?" she said in a lost voice.

"City Lord, do you want me to... go and apologize?"

"Come and apologize?"

The beautiful young man almost thought he had heard it wrong. She stood up suddenly, and the chair rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound.

The aroma of wine in the hall seemed to freeze at this moment.

"I won by my own ability, why should I apologize?"

"He, Cao Yuwei, was not as skilled as his opponent, and out of rage and shame, he resorted to forbidden techniques."

"You nearly killed me, and now you want me to come and beg for mercy?"

Her voice rose in anger, and her pretty face was filled with disbelief.

The pair of phoenix eyes that usually wore a lazy smile were now burning with two stubborn flames.

This was more painful than letting her lose the competition.

Lin Qiye stood aside, his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, like a stone statue without any emotion.

But the corner of his eye always lingered on the handsome young man's clenched fists, which were trembling slightly.

"Sit down." Wu Hen's voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable majesty.

He picked up the wine bowl and took another sip slowly.

The gleam of an old fox flickered in his cloudy eyes. "Who said I asked you to go and apologize?"

The handsome young man was startled, and sat back down stiffly, looking at him suspiciously.

Wu Hen put down the wine bowl and tapped his fingers lightly on the redwood table.

It makes a "knock, knock" sound, as if each knock is hitting people's hearts.

"Cao Yuwei is the only son of the King of Zhenbei. He is proud and arrogant. He suffered such a great loss at your hands today. He will definitely not give up when he returns."

"Zhenbei King Cao Yuan is famous for protecting his subordinates."

"After the younger ones have finished making trouble, the older ones will come forward. This is an inevitable drama."

Wu Hen said slowly,

"We in Jialing City are not afraid of him,"

"But there's no need to fall out with the entire North over such a petty dispute."

"A head-on confrontation is the worst option."

"So you mean that I should give in?" The handsome young man was still unwilling, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"No." Wu Hen shook his head, with an unfathomable smile on his lips.

"It's to ask you to go...'visit the patient'."

"Visiting the sick?" The handsome young man and Lin Qiye beside him both looked puzzled.

"Zhenbei King Cao Yuan fought on the battlefield in his early years, leaving behind a body of incurable injuries."

"Whenever it rains, the cold penetrates my bones and the pain is unbearable."

"Everyone in the North knows about this." Wu Hen explained slowly.

"I happened to obtain a hundred-year-old snow ginseng a month ago. It is a holy medicine for dispelling cold and strengthening the body."

"You are not going to the palace to apologize for what happened to Cao Yuwei,"

"Instead, he went to visit the old injured King of Zhenbei on behalf of me, the Lord of Jialing City, and presented this snow ginseng as a token of consolation."

He looked at the beautiful young man's eyes that lit up instantly.

His smile deepened: "Think about it, you are representing Jialing City, bringing a heavy gift and full of sincerity to visit an old prince with outstanding achievements."

"How polite and courteous is this? How respectful is this to the elderly and the virtuous?"

"If the Zhenbei Palace were to treat a junior like you coldly under such circumstances, whose face would be humiliated if word got out?"

"As for Cao Yuwei..." Wu Hen's smile was filled with a hint of coldness.

"You showed concern for this 'defeated opponent' in front of his father,"

"I'm concerned about his 'injury'. If he gets angry, it would be unreasonable in front of my father's guests."

"It's disrespectful and unfilial. If he doesn't get angry, you'll have to hold your nose and accept the loss."

"By then, will he be more uncomfortable, or will you be more uncomfortable?"

After these words, the hall fell silent.

The anger in the handsome young man's eyes had long since died out, replaced by a kind of admiration and excitement after sudden enlightenment.

She stared at Wu Hen in a daze, as if it was the first day she met this uncle, the city lord.

This move, called "retreat to advance", is actually cutting off the source of the problem. It is more heartbreaking than defeating Cao Yuwei ten more times in the martial arts arena.

"High, it is high!"

The handsome young man couldn't help but clap his hands in praise, and the depressed mood in his heart was swept away.

Instead, there is an excitement of eagerness to try.

She could already imagine Cao Yuwei's wonderful expression in the palace, wanting to explode but not daring to, his face turning green with anger.

"Now, are you willing to go?" Wu Hen asked with a smile.

"Go! Why don't you go!"

The handsome young man picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"Not only am I going, I'm bringing the best dim sum in town,"

"Be sure to be extremely polite and make that prince extremely angry!"

Wu Hen nodded with satisfaction and turned his gaze to Lin Qiye, who had been silent the whole time.

"Seven Nights."

"I'm here." Lin Qiye bowed.

"Zhenbei Palace is different from the city. It is full of experts and has strict rules."

"Although this girl is clever, she has a rather erratic personality. I'm afraid she might get carried away and turn a 'visit to the sick' into a 'house demolition'."

There was a hint of teasing in Wu Hen's words, but his eyes were extremely serious.

"You go with her on this trip."

"Your mission is, first, to protect her safety, and second... to keep an eye on her and prevent her from going too far."

Upon hearing this, the handsome young man glanced at Lin Qiye with dissatisfaction and curled his lips: "Uncle Wu, you underestimate me."

"Besides, if I let him follow me, will he be my bodyguard or my supervisor?"

Lin Qiye had no expression on his face. He simply bowed to Wu Hen again and said in a deep voice, "The City Lord has given the order. I obey."

His answer was exactly the same as before, but it made the handsome young man feel a little itchy.

Wu Hen laughed heartily, stood up, and patted the handsome man on the shoulder: "Okay, it's settled."

"The snow ginseng and the documents will be delivered to your house tomorrow."

"You should prepare well in these three days."

After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and walked towards the back hall at a leisurely pace.

Only the lingering aroma of tea and wine, and an unmoved chess game remained.

Only Mei Gongzi and Lin Qiye were left in the hall.

The handsome young man glanced at Lin Qiye, sat down again, poured himself another bowl of wine, raised his head and drank it all.

Then he said in a playful tone: "Lin Qiye, did you hear what the city lord said?"

"When we go to the palace, you have to keep an eye on me."

"If I accidentally cause trouble, the city lord will hold you responsible."

Lin Qiye raised his head and met her gaze, his calm eyes showing no trace of emotion.

"I am only responsible for the tasks assigned by the city lord." He paused and added,

"If you really want to demolish the palace, please let me know in advance."

The handsome young man was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and couldn't help but burst out laughing, laughing so hard that his body shook.

"Why would I tell you? So you can run away early?"

Lin Qiye's answer was as serious and old-fashioned as ever:

"No, I need to calculate the location of the load-bearing wall and plan the best escape route."