Chapter 61: When The Time Comes, I’ll Make Your Whole Family Restless
Grand Tutor Feng gnashed his teeth outside, while Lin Xin, separated from him by a bookshelf, was overjoyed. Mo Ziyuan had arrived, right on time. Although she couldn’t directly kill Feng Xing, she could definitely find an opportunity to lend a small hand.
But who she could kill and who she couldn’t? She began to try hard to recall what happened when the world consciousness warned her just now. It seemed that she was thinking about killing the Grand Tutor herself at that time, and this thought was very serious. Could it have been captured by the world consciousness?
Lin Xin’s eyes darted, she flashed into the space, and began to ponder killing the guards, servants, and Secret Guards of the Grand Tutor’s Mansion, even the Grand Tutor’s Madam and concubines. The space had no reaction at all, until she started thinking about killing the Grand Tutor’s son and daughter, when a gust of wind suddenly arose in the space, though the scale was much smaller than before.
After the wind stopped, a light rain fell, covering a circle of about thirty centimeters. There was no hail or lightning. Lin Xin understood: the Grand Tutor’s son also had some connection to this world, but not much. Even if killed, it would only result in some injury, far from the level of being erased.
Now she had a clear idea in her mind.
The sounds of metal clashing outside were getting closer and closer, seeming to have reached outside the study room. The steady-voiced person from before had already escorted the Grand Tutor to the secret room door.
A “creaking” sound rang out, the secret room was opened, and the Grand Tutor with graying hair walked in supported by a young man wearing a black hood, coming face-to-face with Lin Xin standing at the door.
Feng Xing reacted quickly. He glared at Lin Xin and asked, “It was you who sneaked into my study room before? How did you achieve…”
Before he finished speaking, a shiny long sword was pressed against his neck. A bone-chilling cold spread from the sword blade through his neck to his whole body, making Feng Xing shudder.
“Let go of the Grand Tutor!” The young man had been momentarily stunned upon seeing Lin Xin again, losing the initiative. Now seeing Yan Yue holding Feng Xing hostage, he drew his own long sword and pointed it straight at Yan Yue’s face.
“Heh,” Yan Yue sneered, condensing water element supernatural ability. Dozens of shining daggers stabbed toward his body at the same time.
“Mm~” The young man groaned softly and knelt on one knee on the ground. Although he dodged quickly, he only avoided a few; the rest all stabbed viciously into his body, melting into the blood and disappearing.
“What exactly are you? Why are you opposing me?” Feng Xing watched as the most powerful Secret Guard sent by the Third Prince couldn’t even last one move against Lin Xin. His heart filled with terror, his mind racing like an electric fan, desperately thinking of how to escape this disaster.
“Does it matter who I am? Opposing you? Are you worthy? After doing so many bad things, you should think about how many levels of hell you’ll go to redeem yourself when you meet King Yan and the judges later.” Lin Xin deliberately lowered her voice.
“You actually dare to collude with the Dingguo Duke’s Mansion to kill a court official. I see you don’t want to live. Even if you kill me today, someone will avenge me in the future, and then your whole family will be left without peace. I advise you to release me quickly; I can pretend today’s events never happened.”
“Old man, save your breath! You don’t even know who I am—how will you make my whole family restless?” Lin Xin’s water blade pressed closer to his neck. “Shut your mouth, then obediently come with me, or I’ll slit your throat.”
Feng Xing was under control and had no choice but to unwillingly shuffle toward the door with Lin Xin’s steps.
Seeing he was stalling for time, Lin Xin didn’t mind, stepping closer to the study room door one step at a time.
Suddenly, a wind sound came from behind. Lin Xin didn’t turn her head; her foot spun, bringing Feng Xing’s body in a 180-degree turn. With his cry of pain, a palm-length small sword stabbed into his shoulder.
Lin Xin looked up to see it was the young man who had been hit by so many of her water blades. He used all his strength for a final desperate strike to kill Lin Xin, but she dodged, and he accidentally injured Feng Xing instead. Seeing this, the man spat out a mouthful of blood and finally stopped breathing.
“Tsk tsk, look at your subordinate—such loyalty and courage. Even dying, he had to backstab his master once. How much of a failure must you be at being a person!” Lin Xin marveled, pulling the small sword from his shoulder and examining it in her hand.
After looking enough, she casually spun it on her fingertip, nodded in satisfaction. “This sword is good. I’ll reluctantly accept it. From now on, your name will be ‘Sneak Attack’—who made your former master use you to sneak attack me!”
With that, she replaced the original water blade at the Grand Tutor’s neck with this small sword. That was condensed from her supernatural ability; although she could maintain it at her level, only a fool wouldn’t use an energy-saving method.
“Shut up! Shut your mouth!” Feng Xing was turned around again by Lin Xin, his shoulder hurting badly, his roar hoarse.
Lin Xin ignored his impotent rage and pushed him out of the study room door.
The two sides fighting in the courtyard stopped upon their appearance. Lin Xin immediately recognized the figure in the crowd wielding a sword to slaughter opponents: the upright posture, ink-black hair flying wildly with his movements, and the cold star-like eyes above the silver mask—it was exactly the Mo Ziyuan she imagined.
The Grand Tutor’s Mansion old butler Feng Laifu, guarding the door, saw the held Feng Xing. His old eyes nearly burst with rage. Without a word, he thrust his sword toward Lin Xin from an extremely hard-to-dodge angle.
In front of so many people, Lin Xin couldn’t easily use her supernatural ability. She simply turned slightly, gripped hard with her hand, and thrust Feng Xing’s body onto the incoming sword tip.
Feng Laifu was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his sword hand. Lin Xin seized the opportunity, pushing off Feng Xing’s shoulder with one hand, leaping up with the force, and delivering an aerial side kick to Feng Laifu’s face.
With a “bang,” Feng Laifu’s body flew backward, smashing to the ground and sliding far back before stopping, blood already flowing from his mouth and nose.
“Have your people surrender! The outcome is set—why struggle on the brink of death?” Lin Xin kicked Feng Xing’s calf.
“You’ve said I’m doomed tonight, so let more people come with me!” When Feng Xing said this, he appeared completely calm and indifferent, utterly different from his performance in the secret room earlier.
Lin Xin secretly became vigilant. This old guy surely had a backup plan; otherwise, he couldn’t act like this now. But what was it?
Her gaze involuntarily turned to Mo Ziyuan, who was also looking at her. The moment their eyes met, she knew Mo Ziyuan had recognized her.
“Do it!” Lin Xin shouted to him.
Mo Ziyuan reacted quickly this time, flying over with his sword, kicking away two Grand Tutor’s Mansion guards trying to block him, and thrusting his sword straight into Feng Xing’s chest, piercing through from behind.
“Grand Tutor!” Feng Laifu roared and pounced toward Mo Ziyuan, but was blocked midway by one of his men.
Feng Xing clutched his endlessly bleeding wound, a strange smile on his face, slowly fell to the ground, twitched twice, and stopped breathing.
