Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 53

My smile froze instantly. I grabbed my clothes to cover my chest, abruptly looked up at the sky, and glared angrily: 'He can't look, but I didn't say you could peek, you pervert!'

A low laugh drifted over, and Zi Mo leisurely floated closer to me, suddenly standing only an inch away, their noses almost touching. I gasped, and Yi Han quickly turned around: "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Upon seeing my body clad only in a bodice, my fair shoulders, and the clothes I wore clasped to my chest—clothes that, if not concealed, only fueled further desire—his eyes darkened instantly. A sliver of dark green light seemed to surge within them like a wild beast, threatening to burst forth. He abruptly turned around, and low, suppressed breaths filled the room.

I hurriedly put on my clothes as fast as I could, cursing Zimo's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in my heart. But then I heard him chuckle casually, "Galan, don't you understand? If I were truly interested in you, I could see every inch of your skin. Why would I wait until you change your clothes?"

My lips twitched violently. As I tightened my belt with trembling hands, I kept telling myself: A good person doesn't fight with a ghost. I'll endure it!

After changing his clothes, Yi Han used his Green Frost Sword to pry open the lock of a window. The Green Frost Sword looked unremarkable, with a thin layer of rust even covering its surface. In addition, Yi Han had lost all his martial arts skills upon leaving the mountain stronghold. Therefore, the people in the stronghold never suspected that he and his sword were merely hiding their true strength.

Tonight was the best decision we could make. The moon was bright, the stars were shining, and most importantly, because it was such a joyous occasion, even the guards were drunk. We sped past them without them noticing.

Having had nothing to do for the past two weeks, I'd spent most of my time studying escape routes and political maneuvering with Zimo, so finding our way this time went exceptionally smoothly. After only a few hours, as dawn broke, we saw Mount Qiwa. Looking up at the undulating peaks and the shimmering green of the mountains in the morning light, I turned and unconsciously grasped Yihan's hand, my eyes sparkling: "Yihan, we've made it out of the desert! We've finally escaped from Tarakan!"

Yi Han looked at me with an almost imperceptible smile, his eyes filled with tenderness. He took my hand in his, and although his palm was cold and calloused, it felt unusually warm and comforting against mine.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he turned around with a furrowed brow. I followed him in astonishment, and when I saw the large group of people approaching, I felt that my hope had been shattered once again, and a sense of frustration welled up in my heart.

Leading the group was Xia Lin, dressed in red—not her usual red dress, but the wedding gown I had taken off in the room. Behind her followed Xia Hu, a burly man with a full beard, his brows furrowed, his gaze filled with malice.

Charlene walked up to us step by step, her once rosy face now deathly pale. She gritted her teeth as she looked at me, as if she were tearing at my flesh: "You lied to me... How dare you lie to me?"

I frowned, about to speak. Suddenly, a long whip lashed out, like an arrow, like a venomous snake, hurtling towards my face…

Before I could even dodge, a pair of hands were already outstretched in front of me, the whip snapping as it was grasped in his hands. Xia Lin stared at Yi Han, who was standing right in front of me, her face contorted with rage: "You promised to marry me!"

Yi Han coldly released the whip in his hand: "So what?"

"You...you...you actually dared to deceive me!" Xia Lin screamed sharply, then suddenly roared towards the sky, her whole being transformed. Her long hair was disheveled, her face was pale, her lips were purple, and her red clothes were as red as blood as she charged towards us.

"Linlin!" Xia Hu's expression changed slightly, and he quickly waved his hand behind him, saying, "Step back, be careful Linlin doesn't hurt you!"

As I watched the horribly mangled Charlene charging at us, her long fingernails flailing, I realized I couldn't escape her or win a fight. Just as I was at my wit's end, a familiar, sharp shout came from behind: "Don't harm my young master!"

The whip was swift, but the figure was even faster, appearing before me in the blink of an eye. Gray hair, a tall figure, and gray clothes—it was Li Mu, whom I hadn't seen for a whole month. The whip was as fast as the wind and as sharp as an arrow, but Li Mu simply extended his right hand, his wrist deftly twisting a few times to coil the whip in his hand.

His gray hair fluttered up, so close yet so far away in an instant. I only saw Li Mu's leaping figure, whip in hand, reaching Xia Lin in a few bounds. Xia Lin's face turned from white to purple, her features contorted in agony, and suddenly she let out a piercing scream: "Die—! Die! All of you die!!"

With a series of loud bangs, the whip wrapped around Li Mu's hand exploded like lit firecrackers, sending up layers of smoke. We could only hear various roars and groans coming from the battle formation. When the smoke cleared and we could see the scene inside, we found that Li Mu had one hand gripping Xia Lin's neck, his face full of cruel and bloodthirsty smirks.

Xiao Yi

2007.9.5 00:09

I just wanted to cover up all the nonsense I posted... so I'll post an extra chapter tonight.

No one is at fault; it's just that I cared too much about the comments, and I can't change that no matter what... I'm sorry! This isn't directed at those who attacked me, but at those who left genuine comments despite the criticism. I'm sorry, and thank you all! ^_^

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Chapter 37 Bad News from Luonan

Chapter 37 Bad News from Luonan

I used to never watch crowds fight, because these masters moved like ghosts, far beyond my ability to see clearly. But ever since I discovered Lin Yu possessed superhuman senses, I tried to observe carefully and found that I could clearly see the movements of masters exchanging blows. I don't know how many people could see Li Mu's movements just now, but I saw them perfectly clearly.

As the whip exploded, Li Mu's sleeve was also blasted to shreds, revealing an arm covered in bruises, as if a giant snake was coiled around his hand—a truly terrifying sight. Xia Lin, meanwhile, was already in a bloodthirsty frenzy, her long, sharp nails flailing wildly. It wasn't necessarily Li Mu she was targeting; it seemed she would slaughter any living creature in her path.

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Mu's eyes, but only for a moment. His green snake arm swung like a windmill, seemingly wildly, yet subtly containing clever moves. It managed to block Xia Lin's frenzied strength one by one, finally gripping her throat tightly and causing her power to dissipate little by little.

"Blood-spreading true qi... Hmph! I never thought that someone in a small mountain stronghold would learn such a vicious martial art!" Li Mu's voice was not old at all, but rather had an indescribable sinister and eerie quality. He turned around and looked at me and Yi Han, "Young master, you and Yi Han almost became this girl's training victims."

"Funerary items?" I asked in surprise. "What do you mean by that, Uncle Li?"

Li Mu licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression one of indescribable pleasure and excitement: "Those who practice Blood-Floating True Qi can be male or female, but besides their own practice, they must also regularly engage in sexual intercourse with the opposite sex, and at... the peak of desire, drain their true qi and drink their blood. Only after persisting in this forty-nine times can they possibly master Blood-Floating True Qi. Judging by this girl's abilities, at least thirty-six men must have died at her hands..."

I shuddered, glancing back at Yi Han's expressionless face, and thought to myself: If Qing Shuang Jian Feng Yi Han really died in a woman's bed, I wonder how many people would laugh themselves to death. After thinking it over, I realized how wicked the thought was and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Li Zong...you...you are Ghost Killer Li Zong!" Xia Hu suddenly shouted in horror, "There's no mistake! Green snake arms, black leopard legs, white tiger waist, you are Ghost Killer Li Zong! You...you shouldn't have died five years ago, right?"

A strange glint flashed in Li Mu's eyes, but his smile remained cold and eerie: "Oh? It's rare that anyone still remembers me today. However, remembering me is not a good thing."

With a loud crack, Li Mu suddenly increased the force of his grip. "Since you've recognized me, you're all going to die!" Xia Lin, who was still struggling, only managed to utter a broken sound before her eyes popped out, her mouth gaped open, and she was about to die.

"No—!" Xia Hu cried out, "Please, Senior Li, don't hurt my sister. She...she didn't mean to hurt Young Master Feng. I...I promise, this time she truly wants to marry Young Master Feng. Please...please, Senior, consider her sincerity..."

Li Mu paused slightly and turned around: "What did you say, young master?"

I was rather disheartened and said indifferently, "Uncle Li can decide for himself."

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Mu's eyes, and his cold, eerie smile faded somewhat: "Yi Han, then it's up to you to decide."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yi Han simply uttered a single word: "Kill."

Another cracking sound followed. I stared blankly at the crimson figure slowly collapsing to the ground, dazzling and jarring. The bloody massacre was still ringing in my ears. I closed my eyes briefly, a cold smile playing on my lips. So this is how cold-blooded I can be. Not hating doesn't mean I can still be kind; not being insane doesn't mean I can still be rational. To the world, and to me, the world is nothing more than a few ties of affection, nothing more.

"Is that all?" I didn't look up, but I could tell he was slightly furrowing his brows. I didn't stare, but I seemed to see a faint pity and heartache in his brown eyes. He sighed, "Anyway, I was going to have you kill these people to silence them anyway. After all, they've seen Lin Yu's true colors."

I glanced up at the blood-red sunset and said softly, "Yihan, Uncle Li, let's go."

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“…Young Master?” I snapped out of my reverie, pulling myself from that distant memory, and looked at him. I didn’t know when Yi Han’s martial arts had recovered, or how well he had recovered. He didn’t mention it, and I didn’t ask. But this strand of silver hair… I slowly reached out and grasped it, but my hand was weak, so it fell limply down, slowly sliding down my palm. Finally, watching the tip slip out of my hand, a strange sense of loss washed over me.

"Young Master, shall we return to the camp to rest before dealing with military affairs?" Yi Han said. I nodded and let him carry me into the tent and settle me on the hard wooden bed.

Yi Han gently covered me with a thin blanket and whispered, "I'm right outside. You can call me if you need anything, young master."