My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Because she was fed a mouthful of weeds last night, Masala angrily left Xie Yan behind today.

Watching Masala run away in tears, Xie Yan stood there speechless for a moment.

Upon seeing this, everyone hurriedly jumped onto their horses, fearing that if they were even a fraction of a second slower, he would snatch them away.

Xie Yan: "..."

Turning around, he saw that only Chu Ling's carriage had its door open, clearly having been waiting for him for a long time.

After a while, Xie Yan finally stepped into the carriage.

As soon as I entered the car, I saw Chu Ling sitting there leisurely, arranging the tea set in front of him with great ease.

He wasn't surprised to see Xie Yan come up.

Instead, he leisurely poured Xie Yan a cup of tea. After the tea was filled, Chu Ling finally raised his head, looking at Xie Yan with a slightly probing gaze, and finally asked, "What is that knife wound on your chest?"

The knife wounds he mentioned were clearly not the faint scars that Shen Yulin had seen earlier.

It was a wound on Xie Yan's chest that Chu Ling later reached in and touched himself.

Xie Yan looked at the person in front of her who not only took advantage of her but also brazenly asked about it afterwards, and was quite speechless.

He frowned slightly, his tone indifferent: "...Has Your Highness forgotten what I used to do?"

Xie Yan's implication was that since he had been an assassin, it was not surprising that he had a few scars on his body.

But Chu Ling still seemed to be deep in thought.

Although I had seen Xie Yan's scarred back before at Dong Feng's residence, those scars were worlds apart from the one on his chest.

He did not respond to Xie Yan's words immediately, but subconsciously rubbed his fingertips lightly twice, as if the sensation of touching that scar still lingered on them.

Although the wound must have been there for some years and had healed.

But just recalling the feeling of touching it at the time is enough to know that the skin must have been hideous, rough and uneven.

Chu Ling had killed people and suffered many injuries in the past. So when he touched it, he knew immediately that it was a deep knife wound right in the center, capable of killing with one blow.

He didn't know when Xie Yan became number one, nor did he know what Xie Yan had gone through in the process.

But he knew that Xie Yan's current superb martial arts skills must have come at a price that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Therefore, seeing that Xie Yan had no intention of answering him, Chu Ling took a couple of sips of tea and tactfully changed the subject.

"Now that you have killed the current number one assassin of Fengyun Tower, will they send someone else to assassinate you?"

Xie Yan reverted to her usual nonchalant demeanor. "The missions that Fengyun Tower accepts are always a fight to the death. Future assassinations will only be more intense than this one. However..."

He tossed the token he had taken from Li Yongjian, a malicious smile spreading across his face, and then said, "I can keep them quiet for a while."

As expected, just as Xie Yan had predicted, not long after, they encountered another round of assassination attempts from Fengyun Tower.

The flashing of swords and the cries of battle rose and fell.

Shen Yulin, wielding a long sword, quickly defeated the enemy before him.

He could tell that these people's purpose was not simple, but at this moment it seemed that they were just trying to entangle them.

When he realized something was wrong and looked back, he saw that Xie Yan was already tightly surrounded by a group of assassins and was speeding away into the distance.

Shen Yulin was greatly alarmed and quickly looked at Xuanfeng and his group, who remained as steady as Mount Tai and did not move an inch.

With a face full of anxiety, he asked, "Brother Xie, are you in danger facing so many assassins all by yourself? Can he really handle fighting against so many alone?"

Faced with Shen Yulin's concern and questions, Xuanfeng remained calm, and even stretched and yawned after sheathing his sword.

"Young Master Shen, there's no need to worry too much. Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about those assassins."

the other side--

"Xie Yan! Your death is near!"

With a few angry roars, several men in black descended from the sky, their swords aimed straight for Xie Yan's vital points.

But the next second, Xie Yan's figure flickered a few times in a strange way, like a nimble snake, dodging those deadly attacks at an incredible angle and speed.

His movements were swift and unpredictable. The assassins could only see a few afterimages flashing before their eyes, but they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Even more terrifying, every time Xie Yan's figure flashed by, several assassins would scream and fall to the ground, instantly losing their lives.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the assassins who were spouting nonsense were all lying on the ground.

Each person had a fine, bloody gash on their neck, each one a fatal blow.

With a blank expression, Xie Yan tore off a piece of clothing from a corpse at her feet and slowly used the rag to wipe the sword in her hand.

As the bloodstains were wiped away, the sword once again gleamed with that chilling light.

As he wiped himself, he slowly approached the last assassin.

At this moment, the assassin was already so frightened that his face turned ashen, and his body trembled uncontrollably as he retreated.

He stared in horror at the corpses of his companions lying scattered on the ground, then looked at Xie Yan, who was closing in on him like a god of death, and felt fear again, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Surprisingly, Xie Yan didn't attack him; instead, she threw a package at him.

The assassin was momentarily stunned, but instinctively caught the package.

A pungent stench assaulted his nostrils, and based on his years of experience killing, he immediately recognized a head inside the package.

Xie Yan stood in the shadows, his expression obscured, and only his voice could be heard, filled with coldness and murderous intent.

"Go back and tell that old geezer that I haven't settled that score with him yet."

"Next time, it will be his turn."

In an instant, the assassin knew whose head was in the package.

Fengyun Tower —

"That's unreasonable!"

As a roar rang out, an old man with white hair and beard and a stern face stared intently at a head that had already begun to rot.

His face was ashen; he was clearly furious.

With a loud "bang," the old man suddenly swung his palm, smashing the solid sandalwood table in front of him into pieces.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the surrounding air seemed to tremble with his rage.

"Please calm down, Master!" Upon seeing this, the crowd below turned pale with fright and knelt down in fear and unease.

However, the old man was in no mood to listen to these words of advice.

To his utter astonishment, this carefully selected number one fighter was so utterly defeated by Xie Yan! How could he possibly quell his rage?!

What the old man found even more unbearable was that a traitor dared to spout nonsense at him, showing utter ignorance of the immensity of heaven and earth!

The old man's gaze grew increasingly fierce as he glared at the severed head through gritted teeth. He raised his hand again, preparing to smash it to dust.

But the instant his palm touched the severed head, a piercing pain suddenly shot through his palm.

"not good!"

The old man cried out inwardly, quickly withdrew his hand, and looked closely.

But then he saw that the center of his palm had turned completely black.