Martial Arts: My Talent Has No Limits

Chapter 42 It's Not Your Fault

He shut down the mirror.

His expression gradually turned cold and stern.

"Xuanzhou."

"Go and call Old Wang over here..."

—A little while later.

Three figures emerged from the Qin residence and quickly disappeared into the night.

At this time, the wind and snow gradually stopped.

Inside the Han residence.

Ruan Chen and Song Wenruo were sitting in the hall, discussing matters with Han Qingyue. After what happened last night, Han Qingyue was still shaken, so she called her two uncles to accompany her. At this moment, a table of food and wine was set out, and they were having a pleasant conversation.

"Junior Sister contributed a great deal to the affairs of the Qin family."

"After it's done."

"How about you, senior brother, decide that we'll take 30% of the reward from the Han family?"

"You're too kind, senior brother."

Han Qingyue smiled and said, "Junior sister doesn't want anything this time. She only hopes that senior brother will take good care of the Han family in the sect in the future. Qingyue will be extremely grateful."

"No problem, no problem."

Ruan Chen laughed, his smile carrying a hint of wickedness.

Soon.

Several figures in the hall suddenly swayed precariously.

He looked like a drunkard.

"Who poisoned it?"

"Qingyue, quick, quickly warn the guards..."

Han Qingyue's expression also changed drastically at this moment.

His gaze was fixed intently on Ruan Chen.

Upon seeing this, the latter smiled slightly: "The efficacy of this bone-softening powder is indeed somewhat lacking; it actually takes nearly half an hour to take effect."

"What does Senior Brother Ruan mean by this?"

Han Qingyue wore a stiff smile and said, "You want to attack the Han family? Don't forget Deacon Baili..."

"Junior sister, save your energy."

Ruan Chen raised his hand and hooked her fair chin, his eyes burning with passion, and said, "If I hadn't spoken, the steward would have come in person tonight..."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Song Wenruo.

The latter grinned.

He got up and headed towards the inner palace.

In just a quarter of an hour, he returned with two tear-streaked figures in his hands.

"Second sister, fourth sister..."

"Ruan Chen, you beast."

Han Qingyue immediately struggled to stand up.

Ruan Chen chuckled and said, "It's not my fault, Junior Sister. I've been pursuing you for so long, but you've never given me a straight answer. Tonight, I, your senior brother, can only take matters into my own hands."

"Don't waste your energy shouting."

At this time.

Song Wenruo grinned and said, "None of your guards are probably still breathing right now. Save your energy, so that after your senior brother is done, I won't have any fun left."

"Senior brother, stop looking for a room."

"This lobby is so exciting! So many eyes are watching. Want to try it out?"

'Ta-ta'

suddenly.

A figure wielding a knife rushed into the hall.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Han Qingyue instantly became terrified: "Third brother, get out of here quickly, run away..."

"Let go, let go of my sister."

He was a fair-skinned young man with a scholarly air about him.

At this moment, he raised his trembling sword towards the two men.

Ruan Chen's face suddenly darkened. He shoved Han Qingyue aside, strode up to the boy, grabbed his neck, and twisted it violently.

'Click'

"No!"

Han Qingyue immediately became extremely stern.

Her eyes were filled with resentment, and she couldn't help but recall what Han Qing had said back then.

"Even if only I had let my third brother leave back then..."

"I didn't expect the Han residence to be so lively."

At this time.

As the words were spoken.

Another figure slowly walked into the hall.

He was tall and slender, with sword-like eyebrows and eyes that seemed to hold the cold stars. He strode forward, dragging a long, azure-blue sword.

"Qin Jiu?"

Everyone was stunned.

The most astonished among them was Han Qingyue, because she knew that this young master of the Qin family never practiced martial arts, yet he dared to appear alone at the Han family with a weapon. If it were any other time, she would definitely have made a few sarcastic remarks.

But now I see this figure.

A tremendous surprise.

It instantly filled my mind.

Since Qin Jiu has shown up, it means that there must be other people from the Qin family who have come.

"Are you in such a hurry to die?"

Ruan Chen asked in surprise, "Han Qingyue said you were ignorant and incompetent before, it seems she was misleading me. However, even if you do have martial arts skills..."

'Buzz'

The blades clashed.

Song Wenruo's head rolled to the ground instantly.

His face still showed lingering shock, and after nearly two breaths, a jet of blood gushed from his standing body, soaking the two already desperate figures beside him.

"Three Refinements?!"

Ruan Chen's pupils contracted sharply.

In the blink of an eye.

He raised his hand, clenched his fist, stomped the ground violently, and rushed towards Qin Jiu.

The latter neither dodged nor avoided.

He raised his fist and threw a punch as well.

"Bang,"

"Click"

The clear sound of bones cracking echoed through the hall.

Ruan Chen looked horrified; his previously clenched fist was now twisted at a bizarre angle.

"Junior Brother Qin, wait a moment..."

This moment.

He quickly spoke up.

However, Qin Jiu's brows were indifferent as he punched the man in the chest again, and then with a surge of force, his entire arm pierced through Ruan Chen's back.

The latter's horrified expression froze.

He died instantly.

Han Qingyue stared blankly at the scene, never expecting that the former playboy would kill two core disciples from a major sect with a single sword and a punch.

She was shocked.

He quickly said, "Thank you so much, Young Master Qin, for saving my life."

"Qingyue will surely reward you handsomely for what you have done today."

"A generous reward?"

Qin Jiu's indifference remained undiminished as he walked, saying, "Uncle Han's accumulated offerings have been exhausted. From now on, I, Qin, will personally apologize at his grave."

As the voice rises.

The blade flashed past.

One after another, heads rolled off the ground.

"No, Second Uncle, Little Sister... Please, it's all Qingyue's fault, please let them go."

Han Qingyue instantly broke down.

Qin Jiu remained silent.

With a flash of light from his blade, heads rolled down.

Finally, his footsteps stopped in front of her.

"It's not all your fault."

'Buzz~'

The long sword trembled and hummed.

A head, filled with remorse, rolled to the ground.

......

late at night.

Tongfu Inn.

In an elegantly decorated private room, Baili Ce sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, seemingly resting or pondering something.

The noise and chatter of people downstairs.

The fire had gradually subsided by then.

His brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently, until one moment he suddenly opened his eyes and let out a cold snort.

"What kind of scoundrels are you, resorting to such despicable means?"

"You think a mere poison can harm me?"

"Get out here!"

Bai Li Ce shouted loudly, and with a flick of his wrist, the teacup in front of him shot towards the roof.

However, almost simultaneously.

A long, azure-blue sword emerged from the main gate.

Swift as lightning.

It reached straight to Baili Ce's brow.

The latter was startled, realizing that there was more than one attacker, and immediately rammed into the wooden wall in the opposite direction.

"laugh"

But he was not allowed to get close.

Cheng Liang's long sword also pierced through the wooden wall.

Bai Li Ce raised his hand and struck the blade horizontally, but the force that rippled out from it made his expression change drastically.

"Strong inside?"

Boom!

At this time.

The wooden door shattered, and a tall, slender figure dressed in gray, masked, rushed into the room, knife in hand.

The azure longsword instantly transformed into a flash of cold light.

It enveloped Baili Ce.

The latter looked grim, drew a soft sword from his waist, and charged forward.

'Dang dang'

Weapons clashed.

A series of sparks flew out.

"Three Refinements..."

"You, a mere third-level martial artist, dare to attack and kill me? You're simply courting death."