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Everyone thought that the crisis could be resolved at this time, but the old man's sword-returning speed was surprisingly amazing.

His sword seemed to transform into a streak of silver lightning, drawing dazzling trajectories in the air. The direction of the sword suddenly changed again and stabbed towards Jiuyue, who was standing opposite Chongsan.

Jiu Yue's face turned pale instantly. She subconsciously tried to dodge, but the old man's sword was so fast that there was almost no place for her to hide. Chong San saw that the situation was not good and secretly cried out in his heart, suddenly squatting sideways, his body almost close to the ground, and then suddenly raised his leg to the side, striking the old man in the crotch.

The move was fast and fierce. The old man was caught off guard and was hit hard in the crotch by Chongsan's leg. He groaned, lost his balance, and took a few steps back. The sword tip also deviated in direction and did not pierce Jiuyue.

But the old man's martial arts skills were clearly beyond the reach of ordinary people. Although he was knocked back by Chongsan's kick, he was not injured. He steadied himself, and spun his sword around him several times. The sword light rolled like waves, instantly enveloping the surrounding space in sword energy, preventing anyone from getting close.

Then, he flashed and rushed towards Qiyue's face again. Qiyue's martial arts skills were not as good as the old man's. Seeing the old man's sword was so sharp, she couldn't help but feel a little panicked, but she couldn't retreat and could only bite the bullet and face it.

"Come on!"

During the fight, Jing Yi's voice suddenly rang out. He grabbed Jing Chunxi's arm and clamped her under his armpit. Jing Chunxi felt ashamed when her master grabbed her. She was so angry that she wanted to stamp her feet, but she didn't dare to struggle.

Jing Yi dragged her into the gatehouse. The entrance to the secret passage was still the same: it was under the bed. The gatehouse was too narrow, and the bed couldn't be moved. Jing Yi could only forcefully lift the bed board and signal Jing Chunxi to hurry up.

Jing Chunxi braced himself against the floorboards on either side of the entrance and jumped down without hesitation. Jing Yi snorted from behind, practically cursing, "You damned girl! The secret guards in there can kill you."

These words startled Jing Chunxi, and she realized how reckless she had been. Although someone had already cleaned up the mess ahead of time, who could guarantee that there weren't any fish that slipped through the net waiting for her down there?

Everyone was down, and there was no turning back. As soon as the master finished scolding him, Jing Chunxi's feet touched the ground, and the first thing they touched was the steps leading down from the entrance.

This time, there was no need to light a fire stick; the whole way down was bright. Every ten steps or so, there was a small hole dug into the wall on the right, perfect for placing an oil lamp or a lantern. At this time, the oil lamps or lanterns were all burning, as if they were welcoming her arrival.

Jing Chunxi had no doubt that the old man was actually guarding this secret passage at night, so he was not fooled by them and only went out to fight after hearing the movement on the ground.

As he reached the bottom of the secret passage, Jing Chunxi did not dare to be careless this time. He first confirmed that there was no one ambushing below. He then saw a bed in a hidden corner. The quilt on the bed was still messy and might still be warm, which further confirmed Jing Chunxi's guess.

The gatekeeper was not a deaf-mute, but a flying master.

The secret passage was a vast space, largely undivided save for a few large pillars. It was filled with a wealth of items, yet unusually cluttered. Large and small, valuable and antique, the eclectic array was truly dazzling; it was practically a place where anything could be found.

Jing Chunxi could easily stumble upon small objects wherever he stepped on them. Occasionally, he could see a few small pieces of jewelry on the ground, some made of gold and some silver, and quite a few small ornaments. No matter how he looked at it, it made him feel like the things had been collected and no one had ever cleaned them up, let alone used them.

They really treat money like dirt! Jing Chunxi couldn't help but sigh inwardly. She felt as if these were directly looted from the wealthy homes of Jiujiang and Jian'an counties. Things that come so easily are not cherished.

It is a true portrayal of the situation where rich people live in luxury while poor people freeze to death on the streets.

Jing Chunxi had put everything back into his space, save for the bed and bedding. With the mess and no records, returning it was impossible. Better to take from the people and use it for them later!

When I went out to the front yard again, I saw that only the master was fighting the old man alone.

The fighting in the front yard was so noisy that it had alarmed the guards and servants of the mansion, so Ah Qi and his companions had no choice but to deal with it.

The guards weren't difficult to deal with; a few of them would fall down with a simple sprinkle of medicine. It was a shame, as they came in succession, and the sheer number of attacks wasted quite a bit of medicine.

Jing Yi and the old man were fighting masters, and after a few moves, they were almost evenly matched, with no clear winner. Jing Yi's movements were like a cat, moving forward and backward with incredible agility, while the old man's swordsmanship was like a violent storm, fierce and swift.

The two men fought back and forth in the yard, the flashes of swords and the shadows of fists intertwined, making it dazzling to watch.

After watching them attack several times, Jing Chunxi felt a surge of anxiety. If this continued, even if they could withstand the incoming attackers, they would likely alert the Praefectus Imperialis patrolling the streets. The noise would cause them to be exposed, and they might even be unable to leave the inner city.

She clenched her fists tightly, her heart filled with anxiety. Just then, she saw her master seize the old man's weak spot and strike him back with a few blows. Jing Chunxi, delighted, seized the opportunity to launch a dart from behind the old man. But for some reason, she didn't want to kill him, so the dart didn't hit his vitals.

The old man had no idea how a person would suddenly appear in the darkness behind him. Jing Chunxi threw five darts one after another, heading directly for his popliteal fossa, and he was unable to dodge in time.

With a "thump", the old man finally knelt down.

Five darts were thrown at high speed. One hit his left popliteal fossa and went straight through his knee. Two others pierced his calf muscles, and the remaining two missed.

Jing Chunxi rushed out and picked up the two darts that had been thrown empty. She turned back again, not wanting to waste the three darts on the old man, but she was careless. As soon as she stretched out her hand, she heard the master's sharp shout in her ear: "Xi'er, pay attention!"

Just as Jing Chunxi was about to react, a sharp sword hit her neck.