Chapter 249: Chapter 162: A Heaven-Shaking Arrow, The Xie Siblings, Ruchen’s Plight
"Pah! You bandit woman! Kill me or cut me up, do as you please!" Wen Shishan was determined to die, having already cast aside all thought of life and death. She stiffened her neck and shouted, "Mr. Feng and I are not people who cling to life and fear death! If you have the guts, then do it! Kill us! Otherwise, when we descend to the Netherworld, we will become Fierce Ghosts and—MMMMPH..."
Chu Chengfeng clamped a hand over Wen Shishan’s mouth. ’You stupid woman,’ he cursed internally. ’After all these years in the Jianghu, you still don’t get that where there’s life, there’s hope?’
"Xiao Buping." Xie Luohe shook her head with a smile, looking at the ashen-faced, elegant adulterer. "You..."
"Say no more," Xiao Buping said, his voice cold. "I am known as the Iron Fan Scholar, Xiao Buping. That is all."
"Good." Xie Luohe nodded, her gaze finally falling on the silent Zheng Xiu. "And you, who are you?"
That world-shocking arrow from Xie Luohe had already shot the fight right out of Xiao Buping and Chu Chengfeng.
That was no arrow a Human could have fired.
Even though Xiao Buping’s escape arts were superb, it still depended on the opponent.
If his opponent were weighed down by heavy armor, or if they were just some sword-wielding brute, Xiao Buping might have tried his luck. He was confident in his Qinggong.
But of all things, Xie Luohe used a bow.
Within ten li, she could hit whatever she aimed at. Who could outrun her arrows?
That was why Xiao Buping and Chu Chengfeng had obediently admitted defeat, waiting to see what Yunhe Village was plotting with this "hunter catching a sparrow" charade.
It was then that Xie Luohe asked about Zheng Xiu’s identity.
Zheng Xiu met Xie Luohe’s gaze once more.
He stared fixedly at her left eye, trying to find even the slightest trace of Feng Bei’s presence in her gaze.
As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows to the soul. If Feng Bei was in the same situation he had been in before—aware of the outside world but forced to act according to "Xie Luohe’s memories"—Zheng Xiu could understand. But he hoped that through eye contact, he could communicate with the trapped Feng Bei, wherever she was. Even the briefest exchange would be enough.
But alas, Xie Luohe was simply Xie Luohe.
Zheng Xiu sighed helplessly. Seeing no way out, he cupped his hands and was about to speak.
From the side, Chu Chengfeng shouted, "His surname is Gong! He’s a scholar preparing to travel north for the imperial exams, not a man of the Martial World. Don’t make things difficult for him."
"Is that so?" Xie Luohe picked up a pebble and flicked it with her finger.
PING!
A sharp pain shot through Xiao Buping’s abdomen. He coughed up blood, staring at Xie Luohe in utter disbelief.
’Wait a minute,’ he thought. ’You were asking the poor scholar, and Chu the Dog was the one who spoke, so why are you hitting me?’
Zheng Xiu: "I..."
Xie Luohe flicked another pebble.
This time, it struck Xiao Buping’s knee.
His face contorted in pain, Xiao Buping fell to his knees.
"For every moment you hesitate, I’ll flick him again. Where the next one lands... well, that won’t be up to me."
Xie Luohe took a few steps closer, her fragrant scent wafting over Zheng Xiu’s face as she spoke teasingly.
At that moment, Xiao Buping felt like crying. He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain.
’This isn’t right! Why the hell are you flicking me?!’
"Gongsun Mo,"
Zheng Xiu said with a light sigh.
"A descendant of the Gongsun Family." Realization dawned on Xie Luohe’s face. She walked over to the National Preceptor.
She saw that the National Preceptor’s body had grown ice-cold in just a short time, all warmth gone. He was well and truly dead.
"He’s really dead? Then who’s going to tell me the secret of Nie Gong’s Treasure Vault?"
Xie Luohe’s slender brows furrowed, and a flicker of frustration crossed the depths of her eyes.
Xie Yunliu also stepped forward, carefully checking the National Preceptor’s corpse, also in disbelief. "Really dead? Well, little sis, what do we do now? These people saw you make your move. Worried they’ll talk? Should we... get rid of them all...?"
Xie Yunliu made no attempt to hide it, brazenly making a throat-slitting gesture in front of Chu Chengfeng and the others.
Xie Luohe turned back and glanced at Zheng Xiu.
Then she smiled. "No need. Take them all back with us."
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