Zhan Chun - Chapter 31
"Yan Men plotted to kill my brother's entire family of thirteen, not even sparing infants less than three months old. This debt will not be settled today. You four brothers, plus the sect leader, make five. I heard your eldest brother had two sons and a daughter, plus wives and concubines, making only ten in total. We are still short three. Including the girl who ran away earlier, we will have to trouble this gentleman and this young hero to fill the gaps and pay for the blood debt in blood."
Yang Shen felt a cold sweat pour down his back. He knew the man was serious, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't think of a way to escape.
Yan Yufei replied, "You're just spouting tough words in front of me. I was caught by you today, but my elder brother and the others are not as useless as I am. Mr. Yu, thirteen people versus four, in the end, our Yan family still has the advantage. Thank you for your kind offer."
He even deliberately provoked us.
Yang Shen instantly understood that he wanted to provoke Mr. Yu so that he could counterattack when Mr. Yu made a mistake.
It's just too risky.
Mr. Yu grabbed the teapot and splashed hot water and tea leaves all over his face. Uncle Yin couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Young Master!"
Yan Yufei remained motionless, letting the tea leaves slide down her face, instantly turning her fair skin red.
Mr. Yu said no more, and waved his hand: "Take him away, I'm going to boil you alive."
Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow suddenly flew towards him from outside the window. He instinctively dodged it, and the thing slammed hard onto the table, shattering the teacup on the floor.
It turned out to be a large rock.
Before anyone could react, Yi Chun had already leaped through the window, his sword flashing like a silver dragon.
Yang Shen grabbed the knife pressed against his back.
The situation reversed instantly; those who had previously subdued others were now being subdued by them.
Yang Shen disregarded everything else and first looked Yi Chun up and down, asking anxiously, "Not injured? Where is the giant?"
Yichun shook her head: "I ran into Shu Jun, he helped me."
Shu Jun? Yang Shen couldn't help but feel bad. Twice in a row, he had been saved by that scoundrel.
"He didn't make any more unreasonable demands?"
She shook her head again: "No, actually I just realized he's a nice person..."
Uncle Yin glanced back at them, and the two instinctively shut up and stopped talking.
He asked Yan Yufei in a low voice, "Young Master, what should we do?"
Looking at Mr. Yu's ashen face, Yan Yufei suddenly raised his hand, and with a flash of sword light, Mr. Yu's head bounced up on the ground and rolled a long way.
Blood spurted onto the ceiling, and his body, like a heavy sack, crashed heavily to the ground.
Yan Yufei flicked the blood off his sword, sheathed it without changing his expression, and said calmly, "What a pity, Mr. Yu. You talk too much nonsense. If you want to kill someone, kill them first and then talk."
He turned around, his voice cold: "Third Uncle Yin, kill them all. Remember to clean up the mess."
Yichun stepped forward and said urgently, "Hey! You..."
Yang Shen held her tightly and whispered, "Don't speak! Don't be impulsive!"
Uncle Yin turned back and gave them a deep look with an ambiguous expression. He then drew his sword and killed the remaining three men. After that, he went downstairs. Yi Chun only heard the sound of him tightly closing the door. The shop assistants and managers all screamed in alarm, but the screams were cut off before they were finished, leaving only a deathly silence.
Her palms were covered in cold sweat.
Uncle Yin climbed up the bamboo steps with a creaking sound. He was clean, but blood was dripping from his sword.
He killed everyone in the teahouse to cut off any clues for the authorities' search.
Yan Yufei bowed deeply to Yi Chun, his expression gentle and kind: "Thank you for your help, Miss Ge. I will never forget your kindness."
Yichun's face turned pale. She stared at him for a while, then suddenly said, "I'm leaving. I won't help you anymore. You saved me, and I saved you. We're even. Farewell."
Yan Yufei's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "Miss Ge, why do you say that? Do you think what I did was too cruel? You must know that in the martial world, if you don't kill others, others will come to kill you. If it weren't for you just now, I would have been lying dead in the street. Knowing that the other party is an obstacle but not removing them is the act of a bodhisattva."
Yichun slowly said, "No, I just feel... people with different paths cannot work together. In short, we owe each other nothing now, so let's pretend we don't know each other from now on."
She took Shu Jun's words and ignored everything he said, grabbing Yang Shen's hand and jumping down the stairs, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.
Uncle Yin's face immediately turned extremely ugly. He turned around and said, "Young Master, have your subordinates eliminate these two to prevent future troubles!"
"Wait." Yan Yufei shook his head. "This matter doesn't require Uncle Yin to handle it personally."
He frowned slightly, as if he had countless worries on his mind, and slowly went downstairs. Uncle Yin followed closely behind him and disappeared into the cherry blossom grove.
Suddenly, they heard someone shouting and cursing loudly ahead. Uncle Yin peeked out and his expression changed slightly: "Young Master, it's that giant from earlier. It seems he's been immobilized by pressure points."
Yan Yufei walked over without saying a word. When the giant saw him, he cursed even more fiercely, and the veins on his neck bulged out, making him look extremely ferocious.
Uncle Yin touched the giant axe that was three-tenths of an inch deep in the ground and sighed, "What a monster! Young Master, why don't we recruit him for our own use?"
Upon hearing this, the giant cursed so hard he could barely breathe: "Go eat shit! You want me to serve my enemy? The first thing I'll do when I walk in is crush you two bastards into pieces!"
Uncle Yin frowned: "...Young Master, it would be easier to kill him."
Yan Yufei remained silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and said softly, "No, wait, I have a good idea."
He took out a small brocade pouch from his sleeve. Inside wasn't any elixir, but a needle case. He took out four needles, then turned to scrutinize the giant. His gaze made the giant tremble, and he stammered, "What are you doing, you brat?!"
He didn't respond, but went behind him and stuck a needle into the man's cervical spine. The giant immediately roared.
Immediately afterwards, needles were inserted into the top of his head and below both ears. He could no longer scream, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground, his limbs twitching violently. It was unclear whether he was dead or alive.
Yan Yufei put away the brocade pouch, his mood seemingly improving. He looked up and admired the cherry blossoms, which resembled clouds of rosy mist. He squinted, as if thinking of something joyful, his eyes shimmering with an unfathomable expression.
He whispered, "Uncle Yin, we don't need to use our own people to deal with the henchmen. Let others do it for us. Could you please talk to the young master of Jianlan Manor tomorrow? I want to see what kind of person he is."