A master of metaphysics is farming.

He Suian stretched out his arm and put his arm around Xiang He's shoulder. The two of them fell down to avoid the long arrows that were emitting a chilling aura, and immediately crouched down to guard their surroundings.

Xing Ji and Zhu Nan immediately flew up, and the four ghosts gathered around He's side, drawing their swords to protect him.

"Don't make a move. Those are people. They kill with sinister blades and commit heinous crimes."

Left with no other choice, the four ghosts sheathed their blades. Da Chun narrowed his cold eyes and said, "Please be extremely careful, young lady."

"Okay, when they get close, just trip them up."

"Yes."

He Sui'an helped Xiang He up. Jing Hua floated over to grab the large umbrella, but Xiang He stopped her with a horizontal hand, saying, "You can't touch this umbrella."

Jinghua was slightly taken aback. "Why? Can only a mortal's body take it?"

Xiang He had already picked up the large umbrella, ready to guard against any approaching enemy. "No, not just anyone can touch it. Sui An was able to take it only because the folding fan at his waist was made from the same bamboo."

All things have a spirit, and bamboo is especially awakening. Things created by incantations and talismans are even more discerning towards the person who holds them.

The large umbrella and the folding fan were made from the same bamboo, and they also had similar talismans given to Xiang He. Since the folding fan could be used safely for New Year's greetings, the large umbrella could also be touched.

However, he couldn't utilize the umbrella effectively; he could only touch it.

Upon hearing this, a slight look of surprise flashed across He Suian's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

Xiang He and He Suian stood together, their eyes fixed on the sky. They heard the sound of sharp blades clashing nearby, indicating that the attack was aimed at He Suian.

Suddenly, some images came to mind, and she turned to look at He, "Could it be that prefect?"

"possible."

The prefect said "the lowly son of the master" that day, and Xiang He immediately understood what it meant. It seems that He Sui'an's life is also not going well. He is either being chased or on his way to be chased.

“He was just a member of a collateral branch of the He family. Perhaps someone informed them, and then they sent someone to assassinate him.”

He Sui'an had already told the masked man that he would personally go to the capital to meet him, so the people who came to assassinate him were not from the master's family, but just wanted to claim credit after the mission was accomplished.

"Your family is really troublesome..."

Whether it's the main family or the collateral branches, they all want him dead. What could be the reason?

Xiang He rubbed his temples helplessly, "I really don't know if traveling with you is a good thing or a bad thing..."

Compared to her helplessness, He Suian seemed much calmer. "Don't worry, this is my life-threatening situation. I will protect you."

Xiang He shrugged and curled her lip, "I'm not worried about that. After all, I can use ghosts, which are much more powerful than you humans!"

"Too."

The two were too relaxed, and the Four Ghosts and Mirror Flower Water Moon also felt relieved. At most, they would only commit the sin of killing in order to protect the girl.

Just as they were chatting, a rustling sound came from the surrounding weeds. The two became alert and focused. A moment later, several people dressed in black rushed out, their faces covered except for a pair of cold eyes.

The leader of the group, dressed in black, was the first to attack, rushing towards He Suian like an arrow released from a bow, his long sword gleaming coldly as he swiftly advanced.

The man clashed with He Suian, and an assassin hidden in the bushes rushed out, attacking He Suian as well as He.

Xiang He immediately raised her large umbrella to block, and the long sword that pierced the air stopped and rotated by wrist strength, slashing horizontally at her side. Xiang He immediately raised her hand to block and prepared to kick with her right foot, but he nimbly dodged it.

As Xiang He took a step back, another man in black rushed forward, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

Attacked from both left and right, Xiang He parried left and right. Suddenly, a dark figure appeared behind the man in black on the left. He simply stretched out his foot, and the man in black on the left staggered, his long sword deflected, and he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

You could see the doubt in his eyes, but he quickly composed himself and continued the pursuit.

Once the four devils have tripped him up, Xiang He only needs to dodge left and right, occasionally aiming for an opportunity to kick, and the fight becomes easy.

Once the defenses were lowered, Xiang He became much more relaxed.

"Taoist priest, be careful!"

With a soft call, Xiang He suddenly felt a chill behind her and raised her large umbrella to confront it. However, a figure was faster than her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into his arms. The cold glint in that eye vanished in an instant.

All that could be heard was the sound of a sharp blade hitting the ground and a muffled groan. Upon closer inspection, the black-clad attacker was missing an arm.

Xiang He clicked his tongue at the sight of the severed limbs on the ground, "Tsk...so bloody!"

He slightly raised his head to look at the newcomer, whose deep eyebrows and handsome eyes held an unprecedented coldness, deep and sinister.

Isn't that even more menacing than the man in black's eyes?

Xiang He pursed her lips, raised her hand, and poked his cheek with her index finger. "You are a gentleman, this is not a good look."

To outsiders, he appears gentle and refined, but this is his hidden side.

The poking caused his clenched teeth to loosen, and his brows relaxed, a smile playing on his lips as he looked down at her. "I was being presumptuous. Are you hurt?"

Xiang He spread her hands and blinked, "You broke his hands, how could he hurt me?"

With a seemingly teasing tone, He Sui'an lowered her eyes and chuckled softly, "That's true."

The sound of clashing blades faded, and the man in black who had been tripped by the four ghosts got up again, kicking his foot in frustration. Just as he raised his foot, Si Dong grabbed it and lifted it up—

"Boom!"

He fell flat on his backside, his comical appearance causing Xiang He to burst into laughter, covering his forehead and laughing so hard his body was shaking.

Feeling her body tremble, He Suian immediately withdrew his hand, saying, "Excuse me."

Xiang He had no interest in anything else, he just patted his arm and his gaze fell on the man in black again. He got up again, this time not to face He Suian, but to look around.

A man in black appeared behind him and slapped him on the back of the head. "Move!"

The slap was crisp and clear. Not only was the man in black stunned, but Xiang He was also taken aback for a moment. His laughter, accompanied by his panting, gradually stopped.

The man in black with the severed arm clutched his wound and retreated, while the other men in black swarmed forward. Xiang He and He Sui'an immediately faced their enemy.

This time they unleashed their full power, each strike hitting a vital spot.

As the sharp blade came hurtling towards him, Xiang He bent down to dodge, and then kicked out with his left foot. Unexpectedly, the man's arm strength was extraordinary, and he felt as hard as a steel plate just by blocking it.

Xiang He pulled his foot back in pain, wincing and letting out a soft cry. Just as the man in black was about to press his advantage, a shadow appeared behind him, and his chin was grabbed by five fingers, causing his body to be turned around. He Sui'an's eyes were deep and serious, and his folding fan was pressed against Xiang He's throat. A moment later, a bloody mark appeared.

The person in front of him went limp, and He Sui'an casually let go and walked to Xiang He's side, "Are you alright?"

"I saw it!" Xiang He reached out and took his folding fan. "When did you put a hidden weapon up there?"

Faced with the imminent threat of death, He Sui'an admired her composure and laughed, "Back in Liang City."

Upon hearing this, Xiang He pouted. It turned out that he had already guessed that a fatal disaster was imminent, and this was a precaution he had taken in advance.

Without examining it closely, she shoved it back into his hand and turned to look at the limp corpse.

In the midst of slaughter, it's either you die or I live. In this world, killing is only for survival—how ironic.

Before she could even sigh, Xing Ji and Zhu Nan flew over, both of them reeking of blood, indicating that there had been countless dead and wounded above them.

Xing Ji and Zhu Nan were highly skilled, and with the four ghosts having a great time, dealing with the remaining few was a piece of cake.

Looking at the corpses, Xiang He remained calm.

Xing Ji and Zhu Nan prepared a carriage; they needed to leave as soon as possible to avoid being discovered by passersby.

Xiang He summoned the four ghosts for help, saying, "Bury them all; it's never good to leave their corpses exposed."

"Yes."

Seeing the four ghosts busy at work, Xing Ji and Zhu Nan immediately got to work as well. They had shovels for burying the corpses behind the carriages and horses, which was truly a case of being prepared for any eventuality...