Chapter 41: Night Assassination
Lin Feng sat quietly on the bed in his room. With his Dark Martial Soul released, even while cultivating, he retained extremely sharp hearing. Any sound in the entire inn, no matter how faint, could be heard if he wished.
The surging world energy continuously poured into Lin Feng's body. A pure white protective Qi flickered faintly, as if about to burst forth from his body. This was the sign of the Ninth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm at its peak.
When this surging protective Qi could finally bloom from within his body, that would be the moment he stepped from the Qi Martial Realm into the Spirit Martial Realm—able to kill enemies from a hundred paces away, striking down foes without a trace.
At this moment, outside the inn, figures swiftly converged toward the building, then entered with movements as light as ghosts. Moreover, each of these people carried a Tyrant Bull Horn Bow on their backs. The draw strength of such horn bows was extremely powerful; a Qi Martial Realm cultivator could pour all their strength into the bow.
"Room Earth Character Number Two. Best not to alert him, to avoid trouble." A figure stepped out from the middle of the group, waving a folding fan. Immediately, the assembled figures all headed toward the stairs, making straight for Room Earth Character Number Two.
Moments later, over a dozen figures had all appeared outside Room Earth Character Number Two. Their movements were incredibly light, producing barely a sound, almost inaudible. Clearly, these people were no ordinary martial artists.
"Crack…" The sounds of bowstrings being drawn rang out. One by one, they took the horn bows from their backs, nocking arrows.
"Release."
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
The vibrating bowstrings hummed. The tremendous force sent the arrows crashing through the door, followed by a series of booming sounds from inside.
"Enter." The leader shouted again. The group kicked the door open and stormed in.
The room was empty. The delicate wooden bed had been shattered into splinters by the brutal arrows, already unrecognizable. However, there seemed to be no figure on the bed.
Two figures were the first to step through the doorway, their eyes vigilant.
"Sword Roaring Thunder Sound."
A cold voice suddenly rang out. A flash of icy sword light streaked by, accompanied by rolling thunder and two screams. The two figures who had entered collapsed instantly.
Lin Feng had known the moment these people stepped into the inn. At first, he hadn't paid much attention, but when he vaguely heard the words "Room Earth Character Number Two," he became alert. They seemed to be coming for him.
Thus, Lin Feng had hidden himself beside the entrance, leaning against the wall. This was a blind spot. Before they entered the room, they couldn't possibly harm him, and it also made it convenient for him to ambush them.
When Lin Feng saw the arrows flying into the room with sharp whistling sounds, he silently thanked his luck. If he hadn't discovered them early and hidden in this blind spot, he would surely have been shot dead.
But along with his relief, Lin Feng's heart was filled with icy killing intent. He struck without mercy, killing two in one blow.
"Who wants me dead?"
Lin Feng swung out another fierce sword strike. More screams came from outside. At the same time, he used Floating Light Passing Shadow. Before the people outside could react, Lin Feng leaped out through the window.
"Chase him." The leader's face darkened as he shouted. The group turned into wild horses in the wind, leaping out of the window one after another and landing on the ground.
Rainy night. The world was dim, the light very weak. If not for martial artists having excellent vision, it would have been hard to see the path, especially while running at high speed.
But this didn't affect Lin Feng much. With his Dark Martial Soul, not only had his cultivation talent greatly improved, but his senses were also extremely sharp. Even in the dim night, he could still see the road ahead.
The group behind followed closely. The sound of their footsteps splashing through puddles traveled far.
"Whoosh…"
Lin Feng tilted his head. An arrow flew past his ear, the powerful wind making his earlobe sting.
"The one who shot that arrow must be at the Ninth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm. Even compared to Liu Fei's arrows, it's not much weaker." A chill ran through Lin Feng's heart. Liu Fei was at the Ninth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm and possessed a powerful Arrow Martial Soul, so the power of her arrows went without saying. The arrows from the people behind him could even match hers, clearly indicating their strength.
Lin Feng never expected that in the middle of the night, a group of people would come to assassinate him, to take his life.
"Whoosh, whoosh…"
Two more arrows tore through the air. Lin Feng crouched slightly, dodging them. His confusion grew. Not only were these people powerful, but they also seemed trained. Their arrows were not only incredibly accurate but also timed perfectly, one after another.
"No good. If this continues, I'll eventually run out of strength and get hit by an arrow." Lin Feng dodged another arrow, thinking to himself. Most of these people were at the Ninth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm, and their archery was masterful and well-coordinated. This made it impossible for Lin Feng to shake them off, even though he had an advantage in movement techniques.
The muddy water splashed up by his rapid running soaked Lin Feng's clothes. The ceaseless rain had already drenched him through. Lin Feng sidestepped to avoid another arrow, then suddenly stopped in his tracks and spun around.
"Floating Light Passing Shadow."
"Kill."
In that instant, Lin Feng not only stopped advancing but used his movement technique to turn back. A cold sword strike swept out, the thunder mingling with the rain. A spray of blood scattered through the air, then merged with the rain.
The man running at the front, caught off guard, was killed by Lin Feng's single sword strike.
The others quickly scattered, retreating over ten meters away. Their cold eyes fixed on Lin Feng, now more cautious. This young man with a clean-cut face had already killed several of their men.
Through the falling raindrops, Lin Feng looked at the group opposite him, finally fixing his gaze on the man in the middle. He was wearing a black straw rain cape, and in his hand, he held a folding fan.
"Na…lan…hai!" Lin Feng's voice was icy, each word enunciated clearly. The owner of this folding fan was none other than Nalan Hai.
Sweeping his gaze across the crowd, Lin Feng sneered, "So many experts. In Yangzhou City, only a few families have this kind of power. But with your standing, you shouldn't be able to mobilize so many experts, should you?"
Nalan Hai stood in the middle of the group. Hearing Lin Feng's words, a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.
"Everyone says that Lin Feng, son of Lin Hai, the head of the Lin family, is a waste. But the Lin Feng I know not only has outstanding talent but also extraordinary adaptability, intelligence, and wit. It's just a pity…"
"A pity what?"
"A pity that even if you're a genius, no one will ever know." Nalan Hai said coldly, "A dead man, no matter how talented, is ultimately just a dead man."
"Just because of a small grudge, Nalan Feng hates me so much that she sends the city lord's army in the dead of night to kill me?" Lin Feng's tone carried a hint of mockery. These people were well-trained, not ordinary martial artists. Now that he saw Nalan Hai, Lin Feng naturally knew that this group was the army—the private army of the city lord's mansion.
But what Lin Feng couldn't understand was that Nalan Feng had been disrespectful to him first, so he hadn't given her any face. In his view, even if Nalan Feng held a grudge, it shouldn't have come to wanting his life. But it seemed Lin Feng had misjudged. Nalan Feng not only wanted his life but didn't hesitate to send people to assassinate him in the middle of the night.
"Princess Nalan's status is noble and exalted. How could someone like you insult her? For your disrespect toward Princess Nalan, Lin Feng, your death is not enough to atone for it." Nalan Hai scolded, his voice calm, as if everything was only natural and justified.
"Princess Nalan? Exalted?" Lin Feng sneered. The daughter of a city lord, though of high status, was hardly worthy of being called a princess. He hadn't expected Nalan Feng to be so arrogant and haughty, looking down on everyone. In this regard, she was no weaker than Lin Qian.
"Since you want to kill me, then make your move." The shadow of the Dark Martial Soul appeared behind Lin Feng, merging into the darkness, silent and without any trace of aura. No one even knew that Lin Feng had released his martial soul.
Death not enough to atone. Lin Feng wanted to see how these people would make him die without atonement.
The Dark Martial Soul merged with the darkness, as if giving Lin Feng a pair of eyes. At this moment, Lin Feng felt as if everything around him was presented in his mind. Within the surrounding area, any movement, no matter where, could not escape his perception.
"Swish…"
An arrow whistled past Lin Feng's ear. Lin Feng merely tilted his head slightly. This scene made the martial artist who shot the arrow freeze, feeling a chill in his heart. The bright eyes in the dark night were so calm they were terrifying.
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