xymnovel Chapter 20 is coming.
Chapter 20 is coming.
Three days later.
Xia Bing stood in the woods outside the city, looking at the golden light shimmering under a large tree in front of her.
Silver Treasure Chest.
The Luo Wang organization has been quiet for the past few days, and Zhao Xin has also left. Since there's nothing else to do, he's gone out to collect treasure chests.
Reach out and touch it, and the treasure chest disappears.
[Obtained: Phantom Step (Fragment)]
Xia Bing glanced at the cultivation method.
A movement-based martial art, capable of teleporting ten meters in an instant, not bad.
He memorized the cultivation technique and then looked into the distance. Deep within the forest were several ordinary treasure chests, which he leaped towards.
……
dusk.
Xia Bing returned to the city gate and paused.
A notice was posted on the city wall, and a large crowd of people had gathered around it.
A bounty of a thousand taels of silver is offered for the capture of a traitor from the Luo Wang organization.
The person in the portrait is Jing Ni.
Xia Bing withdrew her gaze and entered the city.
The Luo Wang organization has issued an official warrant for Jing Ni's arrest.
……
Go home.
The courtyard was quiet. Xia Yufang was coaxing Xia Yan to sleep, while Jing Ni sat to the side, resting with her eyes closed.
"You're back," Xia Yufang said softly when she saw him. "The food's in the kitchen."
"Um."
Xia Bing glanced at Jing Ni and went into the kitchen to eat.
After finishing his meal, he sat down opposite Jing Ni.
"There are wanted posters in the city, and it's a picture of you."
"Um."
"A reward of one thousand taels of silver."
Jingni opened her eyes but did not speak.
"Zhao Xin hasn't left yet." A voice came from outside the courtyard.
Xia Bing and Jing Ni turned their heads at the same time.
Zhao Xin stood at the gate of the courtyard.
"Again?" Xia Bing leaned back in her chair. "Young Master Zhao seems to have plenty of free time."
"I'm not here to cause trouble," Zhao Xin said as he entered the courtyard. "I'm here to remind you."
"What reminder?"
"Zhen Gang has just returned to Luo Wang," Zhao Xin said. "He brought a group of men; they'll arrive tomorrow night."
Jingni stood up.
How many people?
"Seven," Zhao Xin said. "Two with the character 'heaven' and five with the character 'earth'."
Xia Bing raised her eyebrows.
"Two 'Tian' characters? Zhen Gang brought another one?"
"Yan Ri," Zhao Xin said, looking at Jing Ni. "You should know her."
Jing Ni's gaze turned cold.
Yan Ri, a top-tier assassin of the Luo Wang organization, is stronger than Zhen Gang.
"Thanks." Xia Bing stood up.
Zhao Xin glanced at him, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.
Are you sure you can win?
"Try it and you'll see."
Zhao Xin remained silent for a moment, then turned and left.
Xia Bing watched his figure disappear, then turned to look at Jing Ni.
"Is the 'Sun-Covering' skill very strong?"
"He's stronger than Zhen Gang," Jing Ni said. "His swordsmanship is known for its unpredictability, killing without leaving a trace."
"So what?" Xia Bing shrugged. "If you can kill them, you kill them; if you can't, you run."
Jingni looked at him.
"You think you can beat him?"
"We have to fight even if we can't win," Xia Bing smiled. "We can't just hand you all over."
Jingni remained silent.
……
The following evening.
Xia Bing stood in the courtyard, looking at the sky.
The setting sun is like blood.
"They've arrived."
Jing Ni walked out of the house, holding the Jing Ni Sword in her hand.
Xia Yufang stood at the door holding Xia Yan, her eyes filled with worry.
"Bing'er..."
"Mother, come inside." Xia Bing said without turning her head, "Don't come out."
Xia Yufang hesitated for a moment, then took the child and went back.
Footsteps sounded outside the courtyard.
Eight men in black robes entered the courtyard, the two in the lead wearing masks.
Truly powerful, it eclipses the sun.
"Xia Bing." Zhen Gang looked at the young man in the courtyard, his gaze dark. "You got away with it last time, but this time, you won't get away."
"Run?" Xia Bing laughed. "Why would I run?"
Behind Zheng, a person wearing a white mask stepped forward.
"You're Xia Bing?"
"Are you Yan Ri?"
"yes."
Xia Bing sized him up.
"I heard you can kill without leaving a trace, want to try?"
Yan Ri didn't speak, but placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
The sword was drawn in the next instant.
The sword flashed like a shadow, silent and stealthy.
Xia Bing's figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.
The sword light missed its mark.
Yan Ri's gaze sharpened.
Movement technique?
The next instant, Xia Bing appeared behind Yan Ri and struck out with a palm.
Yan Ri turned and swung his sword, the blade slicing across Xia Bing's arm and leaving a bloody mark.
But the force of the palm strike had already arrived.
"Bang--"
Yan Ri flew backwards and crashed to the ground, spitting out blood.
Zhen Gang's pupils suddenly contracted.
He realized that Xia Bing was using the Phantom Step, but he didn't know where this movement technique came from.
"Attack together!" Zhen Gang drew his sword.
The seven men in black robes moved simultaneously.
Jing Ni darted out and stood in front of Xia Bing, her Jing Ni sword emitting pink sword energy.
"You rest, I'll take care of it."
Xia Bing walked past her calmly.
Jing Ni was stunned for a moment.
In the next instant, Xia Bing's figure transformed into a blur and rushed into the crowd.
One palm strike sent a person flying backward.
One kick, and one person coughed up blood.
His speed was so fast that seven people simply couldn't keep up.
In the blink of an eye, all five Earth-level assassins lay on the ground, their fates unknown.
Only Zhen Gang remains.
Zhen Gang gripped the sword, his palms sweating.
He thought he had underestimated Xia Bing when he lost to her last time. But now he understands that this person's strength far surpasses his own.
"Who...who are you?"
"Xia Bing." Xia Bing stood in front of him. "This is the name my mother gave me."
Zhen Gang gripped his sword tightly and thrust it out fiercely.
Xia Bing turned to the side, and the sword's edge grazed his shoulder, leaving a shallow wound.
Then, his hand was already gripping Zheng's neck.
"You lost."
Zhen Gang's feet left the ground, and he struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free.
Xia Bing looked at him calmly.
"Go back and tell Luo Wang that Zhao is my territory." He released his grip. "Don't come here to die again."
Zhen Gang collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
Yan Ri struggled to her feet, looking at Xia Bing with a complicated expression.
"Who are you?"
"I told you, Xia Bing." Xia Bing glanced at him. "Remember, next time bring someone who can fight."
Yan Ri remained silent for a moment, then helped Zhengang up and turned to leave.
The seven assassins, each supporting one another, followed behind.
Soon, only Xia Bing and Jing Ni remained in the courtyard.
Jingni stood still, looking at Xia Bing.
He had two shallow wounds on his arm and shoulder, only a little blood seeping out.
"You're injured."
"It's just a minor injury." Xia Bing glanced at her. "I told you I'd take responsibility, don't worry."
Jingni didn't speak, she just looked at him.
This person is always like this.
They fought a match, but acted as if nothing had happened.
"Next time..." she whispered, "I'll help you."
"Okay." Xia Bing smiled. "Let's go eat."
He turned and walked into the house.
Jingni looked at his retreating figure, her gaze softening slightly.
This person might actually be someone you can rely on.
……
night.
Xia Yufang treated Xia Bing's wounds, her eyes filled with heartache.
"How could you be so careless?"
"Mother, this is just a scrape."
"A scrape is still an injury." Xia Yufang glared at him. "Be more careful next time."
"knew."
Jing Ni stood to the side, holding Xia Yan, watching this scene without saying a word.
But her feelings had already changed.
This family, these people, gave her a feeling she had never experienced before.
peaceful.
warmth.
Perhaps, she really could stay here.