The night was deep and silent.
At the Nine Prince's mansion, a dark figure flew across the roof of the main hall.
The person was dressed in night-blooming clothes, masked, and possessed excellent Qinggong.
When leaving the main hall, they did not alarm anyone.
She arrived at the backyard beside a dry well.
This place was sparsely populated and very secluded.
"Come out."
She spoke into the air.
"Little niece, have you missed me?"
A man, also dressed in night-blooming clothes and masked, walked over from a distance.
"Where's the item?"
The man teased, but she ignored him, asking directly.
The man pouted, then took out a white medicine bottle from his embrace.
"Qianying, you are truly so boring. I don't know how Old Man Bai endured you all those days?"
"Hand it over."
Gu Qianying did not look at him, her gaze sweeping around the surroundings. It was pitch black, and where she stood, it was not too dark, bathed in moonlight.
The man held the medicine bottle in his hand but did not give it to Gu Qianying. He stood behind her, holding the small bottle of medicine high above her head, looking down at her face. "No, no, I won't give it to you. If you kiss me, I'll give it to you, how about that?"
As he spoke, the man leaned his face closer.
Gu Qianying flicked him with her finger.
He touched his face, groaning in pain. "Gu Qianying, do you believe I'll carry you to sleep tonight!"
Gu Qianying pushed him away, turned to face him, and said in a clear, cold voice, "Duan Xifeng!"
"Alright, alright, I'll give it to you. Why are you so fierce?"
Duan Xifeng handed the medicine bottle in his hand to Gu Qianying.
Gu Qianying opened it, poured out a small black pill, and put it into her mouth. As she swallowed the pill, Duan Xifeng glanced at her without a word.
"That old fellow is in the woodshed. You go ahead." After the pill entered her mouth, Gu Qianying looked at Duan Xifeng.
Duan Xifeng did not move, leaning against a tree. He pouted unwillingly. "Niece, can you not speak to me in that tone? I am, after all, your elder."
Gu Qianying turned away and casually hit him. "Hurry up, stop talking nonsense!"
Duan Xifeng let out a "tsk," muttered a few words under his breath, and then turned towards the woodshed where the old monk was being held.
Gu Qianying followed closely. On the way, before Duan Xifeng noticed, she secretly spat out the pill she had pretended to swallow and casually discarded it.
Looking at Duan Xifeng's leaping figure, Gu Qianying's gaze deepened. In just a moment, her expression had returned to its original state.
A moment later.
After Duan Xifeng had drugged the two guards stationed outside the woodshed, he pushed the door open and walked in.
At this moment, Gu Qianying did not follow him in. She simply hid in the shadows.
"Abbot Mei, Abbot Mei, I've come to save you. Hurry and come with me."
Duan Xifeng cut the ropes binding the old monk with a sword and grabbed the old monk, turning to leave.
The old monk looked confused. Although his eyes were blind, his vigilance was quite high. He shook off Duan Xifeng. "Who are you?"
He groped in the dark, trying to find something to grab, but was caught by Duan Xifeng's wrist.
Duan Xifeng deliberately lowered his voice. "Abbot Mei, do not fear. My young lady Lan said that you are a highly respected abbot of Suling Temple, and she asked you to descend the mountain to punish evil and eliminate wickedness because she truly has no one capable to use. Oh, my young lady Lan also said that regardless of whether this matter succeeds, the gold and silver treasures donated to Suling Temple have already been sent to your meditation room by someone. Rest assured."
Hearing this, the old monk's doubts lessened.
That Miss Lan had indeed said she would give him some treasures, and she had said it, regardless of whether the matter succeeded, just do your best.
And his ultimate goal, besides avenging his old friend's family, wasn't it to get something from that little beauty!
"But... this Abbot..."
The old monk was still somewhat uneasy and refused to leave with Duan Xifeng.
Duan Xifeng held his hand, not letting go. "But what? Abbot, I am only here to save you. I am not very clear about other matters. If you still have anything you don't understand, you can directly ask my young lady Lan after you go out."
"Where is your young lady?" the old monk asked urgently.
"She is waiting for you, Abbot, in a carriage outside the mansion."
"Really?" The old monk was somewhat excited.
"Really, my young lady also said that she will keep her promise regarding what she promised you."
"Good, good, good. That's good." The old monk was very happy.
Besides those gifts, with his blind eyes, it was only right for him to ask for other things from that little beauty!
After all, he had done his best, and even lost his eyes. His price was not small.
"My young lady is still waiting for you, Abbot Mei. Hurry and come with me. Once those guards wake up, you and I won't be able to leave."
"Good, good, good, let's go quickly."
The old monk agreed to go with Duan Xifeng. Due to his blindness, he could only rely on Duan Xifeng along the way, letting Duan Xifeng be his eyes.
Duan Xifeng led him, feigning to circle the rooftops a few times, and then returned to the woodshed. However, the old monk, who was anxious to escape with Duan Xifeng, did not notice anything unusual and still thought that Duan Xifeng had taken him out of the Nine Prince's mansion.
"Abbot Mei, I have shaken off those patrolling guards. If we go a little further, we will see my young lady."
"Good, good, good." The old monk was very excited, finally safe, and would finally see the little beauty again.
"Oh, right, Abbot Mei, I heard my young lady say that you sent disciples from your sect to steal the remains of Miss Gu's mother, in order to commemorate the souls of your old friends' families. When I heard this, I thought your benevolent act was truly brilliant. I also heard that the Fang family, all hundred or so members, died miserably, especially the eldest son of the Fang family, Fang Zhuzi, who died even more miserably.
For this, my young lady and I both feel that your descent this time to avenge the Fang family is a great act of promoting good and eliminating evil. In this regard, my young lady and I both admire you."
"You flatter me. This Abbot is merely following the will of heaven."
After being praised by Duan Xifeng, the old monk felt a bit puffed up.
At this moment, Duan Xifeng suddenly changed the subject. "Abbot Mei, it's just that I've also heard that there are many methods for commemorating spiritual inspiration, but I don't know what method you, Abbot, will use to commemorate your friends' families?"
"Naturally, it is to take the bones of the deeply sinful dead, turn them into pigs, and use their blood as an altar. However, this commemoration has not yet been truly implemented by this Abbot. It will take a few more days. This Abbot wants to let that bitch's soul be frozen for seven days on Bingya Mountain, burned by fire for nine days, and then used as an altar. After all, such a shameless bitch, her soul is the dirtiest, it must..."
"Pfft!"
A sharp short sword pierced directly through his chest, interrupting his words.
Gu Qianying looked at the old monk with cold eyes. "Truly deserves to die!"
Hearing Gu Qianying's voice, the old monk's mouth twitched with shock. "You... how could it be you..."
Bang!
The old monk fell heavily to the ground, the blood flowing from his chest staining the ground.
Duan Xifeng pouted. He stepped on the old monk's stomach, bent down, and pulled out the short sword stuck in the old monk's chest.
As he pulled out the sword, blood splattered. Duan Xifeng skillfully dodged it and wiped the short sword in his hand with the old monk's robes. After cleaning it, he handed the short sword back to Gu Qianying. "Little niece, this Uncle-Master worked hard to give you such a precious sword, it was for you to keep and reminisce about Uncle-Master when you miss me, not for you to kill people with it. Look, now you've gotten it dirty. What a shame."
Gu Qianying took the short sword from Duan Xifeng's hand, automatically ignoring his words, and turned to leave. Duan Xifeng stopped her. "You're just leaving like this, what about this place?"
"Make him disappear!" Gu Qianying slapped away Duan Xifeng's outstretched "claws" without looking back.
"Oh, alright, I understand, little niece."
Duan Xifeng took out a packet of poison powder from his embrace, opened it, and sprinkled it on the old monk.