The Rebirth of a Daughter: My Lord, I Will Never Be a Concubine

The men in black did not dare to move forward to die. They were filled with fear. The black-clad killers behind them turned around and wanted to leave.

The wind blew and the leaves in the bamboo forest fell down. The black-clad killer who flew up was just like he wanted to hide in the bamboo forest, looking for an opportunity to escape in time.

Ling Er had just dealt with a black-clad assassin and, seeing him retreating, he looked at Xing Jian and waited for his orders: "Master—"

Xing Jian stood on the mountain peak, his red robe looked like bright red blood, and his eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, as if he was a Shura from hell.

He opened his mouth: "Kill without mercy—"

After he finished speaking, Ling Er mobilized his true energy to transform it into light waves, and rushed towards the black-clad killers around him at a rapid speed. With a bang, all the black-clad killers on all sides fell to the ground unconscious.

The surrounding bamboo forest fell silent. On the mountain peak, a large number of black-clothed corpses fell to the ground, as bloody as a mass grave. Only the red clothes in the center of the corpses were shining.

The bamboo forest rustled again, and the rustling sound entered Xing Jian's ears.

His eyes suddenly became alert, and a man in a green robe flew out from the depths of the bamboo forest.

When the man saw Xing Jian, his frown instantly smoothed out.

"I finally found you."

When Xing Jian saw the person coming, his vigilant eyes turned calm, and he fell down without being able to support his body.

Ling Er was worried: "Young Master—"

Qing Zhizhou flew over using his true energy and lifted up Xing Jian's fallen body. He looked around at the corpses, his face turned cold, and he hurriedly took Xing Jian's pulse.

As soon as he stood there, the expression on his face was so gloomy that it could drip water.

"His body is already overdrawn. Ling Er, what did Xing Jian do?"

Faced with the questioning, Ling Er had no choice but to say, "The other day, Master used his Qi to detoxify Miss Su and overdrew a large amount of Qi. Today, he was stabbed by Miss Su again, and just now he encountered these black-clad assassins."

Qing Zhizhou paused, his eyes turning cold. "These black-clad killers not only possess internal strength, but also possess true energy. They appear to be from the Xing Clan."

"If I hadn't come, Xing Jian might have used the Nine Yang Qi to blast these black-clad killers into foam."

"Is he going to die?"

Ling Er didn't dare to say anything. It was indeed the young master's way to use the Nine Yang True Qi to blast the enemy into foam, killing without leaving a corpse.

"Master Qing, his body can't hold on any longer. Let's treat his injuries."

Qing Zhizhou said: "He is too seriously injured and cannot stay in Yunqin."

"The Huixing tribe?" Ling Er was surprised.

"Yes, if we stay here, I'm afraid there will be another group of assassins." Qing Zhizhou's eyes turned cold: "The people of the Xing tribe are too rampant. I'm afraid Xing Jian will have to deal with them properly."

Ling Er was stunned. He thought that Miss Su's poison had not been cured yet, but if Miss Su had not stabbed the young master today, the young master would not be so weak. At the moment, it seems that the young master's safety is more important.

Several people left, leaving behind a pile of corpses scattered all over the ground.

The cold wind blew at night, and the sound of the bamboo forest was like a ghost, which made the listeners feel fear. A candle was lit in the depths, and a woman in a black robe covered her face and stood there.

A maid came slowly, approached the woman's side, and whispered in her ear, "Miss, that man is here."

The woman in black frowned, her eyes filled with jealousy and coldness.

She turned around and saw a tall, burly man walking towards her. He had strong arms and a steady gait, as solid as a steel stake or iron pillar. A scar like a flying snake was printed on his left cheek, and his expression was arrogant and contemptuous.

"who are you?"

The woman's voice was low: "You don't need to know who I am, it's enough for me to know you."

The man looked disdainful, and his eyes were filled with lust as he looked the woman in black up and down.

"Did you ask me out to relax?"

The man's tone was a little excessive, and his eyes revealed a hint of desire.

Although this young lady is wrapped tightly, she looks to have a good figure.

"How dare you! My lady is someone you can humiliate?"

The man paused and asked, "Miss?"

After the maid finished speaking, she felt the sharp gaze of the woman in black. She then realized that she had let the cat out of the bag, and she bit her lip and refused to speak again.

The man naturally knew that many women came to take part in the literary examination, and those noble ladies in Lingcheng were called Misses. Could it be that this woman was the daughter of a high-ranking official in Lingcheng?

He didn't understand why this woman was looking for him. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you know who I am? Are you looking for me?"

He was involved in murderous activities, so how could he be approached by young ladies like them who never go out? He suspected that she had found the wrong person.

The black-clad woman said, "It's rumored that the Tyrant Blade Sect excels at swordsmanship. Their swordsmanship is fierce and ruthless, and they kill without mercy. Every strike can cut down the enemy. And your swordsmanship is superb and extremely intimidating. You roam the martial arts world, killing people with deposits. Just mentioning you, Li Hao, can make some martial arts masters tremble in fear."

The woman in black said in a deep voice, "I'm right, Li Hao."

Knowing his own background, Li Hao's expression became serious and his eyes were very alert.

"It seems you know me very well."

The woman in black didn't respond to his words. She just replied softly, "If you want to find someone to do something for you, you must understand it clearly."

As soon as the words fell, the man knew that the woman had something to ask of him.

"You want me to do something for you? Do you know my commission?"

The reason why Li Hao is famous in the martial arts world is not only because of his sharp swordsmanship, but also because he will desperately kill whoever you want to kill as long as you can afford a huge commission, and he is extremely crazy in the process of hunting.

"You don't need to worry about this. As long as you do as I say, you will get the money."

"Do you have any other requests?" Li Hao asked.

The eyes of the woman in black turned cold and gradually became gloomy.

"You don't have to kill her, just cut off one of her hands."

This was the first time Li Hao had heard such a strange request. His buyers all wanted to kill the other party. This woman was really soft-hearted.

In the dark night, the candlelight illuminated the eyes of the woman in black. His gaze met the woman's, and he was horrified to find that her eyes were filled with unconcealable hatred and malice.

Li Hao instantly felt that this woman did not want the other person's life, and must want to torture the other person slowly, making him unable to die.

"Who is it?"

"The eldest lady of the Su family—Su Yanhua."

The cold words made Li Hao pause and he narrowed his eyes.

Isn't this the woman on the battlefield today?

If he truly had the heart to cut off her arm, who in this world would be willing to marry a woman with a mutilated body? Moreover, she was a noblewoman of Lingcheng, a woman who had enjoyed a distinguished status since childhood! Such a blow would be more cruel and ruthless to her than falling from heaven to hell.

When he thought of this, he sighed: Women's hearts are the most vicious, the ancients were right.

The woman in black said, "Her opponent tomorrow will be you."

This sentence made Li Hao confused. The opponent of the competition is never announced to the public. You will only know it when you arrive at the scene. How did this woman know it now?

"Are you so sure?"

The woman in black said, "You don't have to doubt me. You just need to do what I tell you to do."

After saying that, the woman in black gestured to the maid, who handed a small tray to the woman.

The woman lifted the curtain of the tray, and it was filled with silver.

"This is your deposit."

The man's eyes were attracted by the white silver. She was indeed a noble lady from Lingcheng and was very generous.

He hadn't received such a grand order in many years. He chuckled and quickly took it.

"Is one arm enough? Should we cripple her martial arts?"

The woman in black curled her lips in disdain: "If you cut her tendons, I will give you double the commission."

What does it matter if her martial arts skills are wasted? She wants to make sure that she will never be able to practice martial arts.

The maid beside her shuddered. She never knew that the young lady's heart could be so cruel.

The man left with a tray in his arms. The maid looked at him with an embarrassed expression.