Before her stood Chu Qianli, nothing like the rumored废物 (fèiwù - waste/good-for-nothing) seventh young lady of the Duke’s mansion.
With silver needles in one hand and a flying dagger in the other, she appeared delicate, yet every move was deadly!
Swift, precise, and ruthless!
Within a single move, she had blinded eight of the black-clad assailants!
These were seasoned assassins, not ordinary individuals!
Upon witnessing his eight comrades blinded, the leader of the black-clad figures was so terrified his soul nearly fled his body. He turned to flee.
But mere half a step into his escape, his collar suddenly tightened.
He was yanked back with brute force!
“A ghost! A ghost!”
What kind of internal energy or sorcery was this? To pull him back from a distance!
The black-clad men lying on the ground stared at Chu Qianli, who stood before them in her peculiar attire.
His face was deathly pale, his body trembling, so frightened he almost fainted.
“Ghost… ghost… don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me!”
Chu Qianli retracted the hook in her hand and looked down at him.
Her condescending gaze was like that of a cold monarch.
“Who sent you to kill me? Speak!”
“No… no one… Ah—”
The black-clad man cried out in pain, the distinct sound of bone snapping echoing.
Chu Qianli stepped on his leg, her cold eyes like ice, “If you don’t speak, I’ll break your other leg too!”
“I… I’ll speak, I… speak! It was… Mmph—”
Before the black-clad man could finish speaking, his eyes widened, he clutched his throat, and fell straight down.
Chu Qianli’s eyes flickered. She moved with lightning speed, her fingers flicking.
Several silver needles shot towards a large tree not far away.
However, the needles embedded in the treetops, but there was no movement.
Even the wind seemed to have stopped.
The surrounding air pressure was heavy, an indescribable eerie aura completely enveloping Chu Qianli.
“I am no match for you, yet you dare not even show yourself?”
Chu Qianli retrieved her silver needles and stared at the dense treetops.
Though she knew the person was hidden there, his Qinggong (lightness skill) was too superb, she couldn’t discern his exact hiding spot.
Finally, the wind stirred.
The tall, slender black figure landed before her, as if carried by the gentle breeze.
“Wuying?” It was that top assassin from Beiming again!
“What were you hiding?” Wuying took a step forward.
Chu Qianli remained unfazed, taking half a step back.
Wuying’s gaze remained fixed on her hands.
He had clearly seen it just moments ago: Chu Qianli had pulled back the black-clad leader not with any profound internal energy.
She had a long line in her hand, with a hook at the end.
The line was sufficiently resilient. Hooking onto the black-clad man’s collar, she merely needed to pull gently, and the unsuspecting man was yanked back.
The black-clad leader thought he was seeing a ghost, but in reality, it was just a tool at work.
That item was no longer in Chu Qianli’s possession.
Wuying stared at her, his brow furrowed.
This peculiar attire, seemingly simple, where could it store things?
“Where did you hide it?” With his admittedly not-bad eyesight, he hadn’t seen how she concealed the item.
This woman’s methods had once again redefined his perception of her.
But Chu Qianli did not answer his question.
She merely stared at the cold mask on his face, her gaze sharp.
“The top assassin of Beiming would not relentlessly pursue me for a mere thousand taels of gold.”
She suddenly took a step forward, “Who exactly gave you such a great favor, making it imperative that you kill me? Could it be Yu Linglong?”