Chapter 1354: Chapter 985: Poison Doctor Unrivaled 46 (four thousand)
The horse carriage Murong Xue was riding in bore the Shui Clan’s unique markings, and she was guarded by Shui Clan escorts. On the land of the Holy Dynasty, everyone wanted to get their hands on the Shui Clan’s wealth, but the problem was, the Shui Clan wasn’t just insanely powerful in business; even their Jianghu strength was nothing to scoff at. Your Imperial Family might be all-powerful, but you still don’t have money and connections spread across all Four Countries. So ordinary forces not only don’t dare provoke them, they’ll even rush to cozy up to them.
Before you make a move, you have to weigh your own capabilities first—can you withstand a thorough investigation from the Shui Clan? If anything goes wrong, you might end up losing both your wife and your troops. So she passed through safely, but Beiming Yi, who left a bit later, had a hard time just going out the door; his target was too obvious, and he was immediately locked onto by the Crown Prince’s people.
They set up this assassination plan at top speed, disguising themselves as a band of horse bandits halfway along the road, attacking first with arrows and then moving in to kill. Beiming Yi sat in the horse carriage, and while Beitang Qing guarded him from the side, he still didn’t forget to complain.
"That bastard Beiming Juan really is everywhere, impossible to guard against. What do we do, brother? Are we still going to Snow Wolf Valley?"
"We’re going. Every time my poison relapses, I go to Wind Valley. Going now isn’t a big deal. Are things in Beijing arranged properly?"
"Relax. Once I drop you off, I’ll head back. You just focus on recovering over there. I think this time it should actually work out for once; our tossing about won’t have been in vain. It’s just that this Young Master Shui is a bit of an eyesore. Brother, if you want to marry this Princess Yunxi, I’m afraid you’ll have to go head‑to‑head with Shui Yixuan. Back in Lanyue, you saw it too—his relationship with that Murong Han looked pretty good." Even the future brother‑in‑law had stepped up to support them; did their lord at home still have any hope?
"You’d better think about how to get the medicine Murong Xue gave you into the Crown Prince. Since he wants to compete, we naturally have to make things a bit fair. I’m crippled—how is it fair for him to still be standing? Give me half a year, and I’ll make him understand how to write the word ’regret’! Kill them, leave no one alive, not even corpses!"
The cold light in Beiming Yi’s eyes made Beitang Qing silently light a candle for Beiming Juan in his heart. To be honest, it wasn’t that his brother didn’t dare make a move; he’d just gotten used to playing the pig to eat the tiger. Snuffing someone out in the cradle was no fun. Watching your enemy’s power grow bit by bit, then crushing it with your own hands—that was how he could savor the pleasure of revenge, right?
Crippling his leg and harming his mother—this hatred would never be reconciled!
Beiming Yi could never figure out why, after all these years of repeated assassinations, which had become routine for him, they came every time, went back dejected every time, and every time not a single living person made it back to report. Where on earth did they get the confidence to be so sure of themselves, so bold, growing more and more fearless with each failure?
Was it because he had more money? More men? Or was he using this to probe his strength?
Beiming Yi closed his eyes, listening to the clash of blades and swords outside, the sound of sharp steel piercing flesh and blood spurting out with a wet squelch. His heart was so calm that even Beitang Qing started yawning.
In the end, it was still Beitang Qing who felt there was a need to end things quickly. Twisting his body, he left the carriage, and in less than a quarter of an hour, everyone was executed on the spot. Even the corpses were completely dissolved with Bone-dissolving Water. This was the Shura Sect’s habit: anyone who died at their hands would never leave evidence behind.
By the time Beiming Yi’s horse carriage started moving again, Murong Xue had already been welcomed into Wind Valley by the Old Valley Master.
"Grandpa Shui, long time no see. I’ll be troubling you from now on."
Shui Yuntian was still as energetic as ever, his spirit bright and lively.
"Troubling what? You coming to keep this old man company—I’m too happy to even have time for that word!"
"My Grandparents even said they’d visit you in person if they got the chance."
Shui Yuntian had long known that Murong Xue had found her parents, so when she said this, he stroked his beard and laughed.
"No need to be polite; we’re all our own people. If it weren’t for them saving us back then, I wouldn’t have had that lucky accident afterward. So this proves that saying—good people really do get good karma."
"Grandpa Shui, how are those little things I left on Snow Wolf Mountain? I was planning to go up and take a look before coming to bother you again, but who would’ve thought you’d come out to welcome me in person? Now I feel really embarrassed."
"Don’t worry. The moment you left, I sent people to pack them up for you and raise them on the back mountain. They’re all good Medicinal materials, after all. If we let them crawl out and happen to hurt innocent people, that wouldn’t be too good, right? If you really want to thank me, you can take over my three meals a day from now on."
"Really? Ah, then I really have to thank you. As for the three meals, don’t worry—I’m staying here for a good half a year. I guarantee I’ll cook everything I know for you at least once. With so many fresh vegetables and fruits here in Wind Valley, I’ve actually been eyeing them greedily for a long time. This time I finally get to satisfy my cravings."
