I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 87 - 70 Assassination Attempt_2

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Alas, what a pity."

Some guests with the same purpose couldn’t help but shout, some even used their sleeves to fan the air, attempting to make the wine cup stay in front of them.

Xu Qing saw Wu Zhiyuan’s expectant and nervous look and secretly chuckled in his heart.

When the tray holding the wine cups came close, he made a slight movement with his hand hidden in his sleeve, creating an imperceptible ripple, like a gentle breeze, stopping the floating wine cup in front of the Wu brothers.

Instantly, Wu Zhiyuan’s handsome face turned red, feeling his whole body filled with boiling blood.

"Haha, I’ve won!"

He suddenly stood up, then eagerly bent down, carefully holding the wine cup with both hands. His joy was even stronger than when he had topped the provincial examination.

Surrounding scholars and literati who were envious laughed and cursed, "We have always heard that Wu Zhiyuan’s poetic talent is outstanding. If so, why doesn’t the great scholar Wu improvise a poem? Instead, he picks up the wine cup, doing what an ignorant brute would do."

Wu Zhiyuan ignored them, instead feeling joyous and said happily, "I think you all envy the rich. Today, I will act like a brute and drink this cup to the bottom!" freeweɓnovel.cøm

Saying this, he drank the fine wine in the cup in one gulp in front of everyone.

This act immediately drew another round of verbal criticism.

...

The banquet was in full swing, halfway through.

Suddenly, thick smoke rose from the depths of the Long Pavilion Mansion, causing chaos among the guests. The Long Pavilion King immediately calmed everyone and ordered a quick investigation to quell the fire.

At the same time, Miss Hanmeng led a tall maid to the pavilion.

The maid carried the newly repaired Mingtiao Zither in her arms.

At this moment, Xu Qing was chatting leisurely with Zhu Huai’an, who had found an excuse to sneak out, and didn’t see the people outside the pavilion.

Otherwise, he would have recognized the tall maid as the cold beauty he saw before meeting Bai Luo.

Meanwhile, at the fire site, several Mansion experts who had experienced battlefield training were besieging three arsonists.

Bai Luo, the Celestial Heart Sect Protector, had a cold expression. He had anticipated the Mansion’s tight security before coming, but he still underestimated the strength of the guards.

These experts had been gathered by the different surname King through years of warfare.

It seemed today, only through dying could he move the Venerable God Maitreya to descend and grant him magical power, allowing him to ascend through the Corpse Dissolving technique!

"We are sent by Maitreya, dispatched by the heavens. How can you Dayong lackeys kill us!" a fellow sect member shouted, only to be shot into a porcupine by distant archers.

Bai Luo performed sword formulas with his fingers, stepping on the Bright King Seal, smiling as he faced the siege of dozens of Meridian Realm soldiers, readying to ’sacrifice for justice’.

Just then, the doors and windows of a house suddenly broke, and a cloaked expert eliminated all the hidden archers.

The Personal Guard Leader of the Mansion sensed something amiss. Turning around, he found half of his guards already slain by the ghostly cloaked figure.

He stared intensely at the assassin, hoarsely speaking, "Gang Qi externalization, you are a Condensed Gang Martial Master?"

The cloaked figure remained silent, slightly moving his hand, causing a standard long knife to fly into his hand from nearby.

"You are not a Condensed Gang Martial Master, you are a Martial Arts Grandmaster!"

The Personal Guard Leader’s pupils expanded, reaching for his warning Flying Whistle in his pocket, but it was too late.

The cloaked assassin spun his wrist, and the next moment, the Personal Guard Leader’s head was severed.

The Cicada-shaped Flying Whistle, already poised to soar into the night sky, was caught between the assassin’s fingers. With a slight pinch, the Iron Cicada turned into fine iron dust, rendered useless.

Seeing the mysterious man before him, Bai Luo felt joy for surviving the disaster, but was more apprehensive.

A Martial Arts Grandmaster, how many exist in the entire Jianghu?

Such a figure, only their Sect Leader could compare with.

"Junior Bai Luo, thank you for saving me, senior."

Bai Luo dared not speak rashly, bowing in respect.

"You have some wild spirit. Assassinating the Crown Prince elsewhere is one thing, but daring to act in the Long Pavilion Mansion..."

The cloaked man lowered his voice, "Luckily, I happened by, or you would have surely failed!"

Bai Luo caught the implication in the man’s words, showing joy and humbly asking, "Please guide me, senior."

"The Crown Prince is guarded by Condensed Gang Martial Masters, and the Long Pavilion King himself is a Martial Arts Grandmaster. To assassinate the Crown Prince, you must lure the tiger out of the mountain..."

Bai Luo frowned, "How do I lure the tiger out of the mountain?"

"The King has only one son. If the tiger cub is harmed, won’t he leave the Crown Prince alone?"

The high-level cloaked assassin finished speaking and vanished into the night.

...

Outside the banquet, Zhu Huai’an, drunkenly holding Wu Wencai’s hand, said, "It’s getting late. You should stay at my place tonight. Tomorrow, when the house is calmer, I’ll show you around..."

Behind them, Xu Qing carried the unconscious Wu Zhiyuan in a princess carry, with a dark face.

The reason for not carrying him on his back was because drunkards are often unreasonable. If they can’t see where they are, they might vomit on you at any moment.

Arriving at a guest resting corridor, Xu Qing placed Wu Zhiyuan down and heard the clash of weapons and chaotic shouting outside.

He frowned and quickly walked out, seeing a large human head rolling to his feet.

He recognized this person, who had protected Zhu Huai’an at the tea house a few days ago when Zhu forcibly took a seat, causing dissatisfaction among the tea guests.

Xu Qing’s eye twitched, looking towards the sound.

Zhu Huai’an, still drunkenly dazed, realized his men were down to one. The remaining scholar-like Bai Luo thrust his sword into the chest of the last guard.

He lightly shook his sword, causing blood to drip from the sword groove, filling the corridor courtyard with a strong smell of blood.

Standing at the door, Xu Qing faced the Celestial Heart Sect demon intending to kill, while the neighboring door had Prince Zhu who had just sent Wu Wencai to rest.

Without much thought, Xu Qing swallowed three Strength Pills, shaking his hands to drop the Vajra Claw Tiger into his palms.

Bai Luo glanced at the white-faced youth standing in front of the Prince with lowered sleeves, smiling.

A feeble scholar intends to block my way?

His figure flashed, appearing before Xu Qing in the next moment.

Like a ghost.

The speed was astonishing. Xu Qing couldn’t see Bai Luo’s sword technique, feeling a numb and cold sensation at his chest.

"Hmm?" Bai Luo, stabbing his sword into the scholar’s chest, was surprised. At that moment, he felt like stabbing ironstone, even seeing bright sparks fly out.

In that moment of distraction, Xu Qing raised his sleeves, revealing steel clamp-like hands with Finger Tiger.

He gripped the sword embedded three inches deep, showing a sinister smile to Bai Luo.

"My turn now!"

Xu Qing held the sword, grabbing Bai Luo’s arm with another.

Bai Luo’s hair stood on end, hurriedly releasing his right hand to form a blue Gang Qi, slamming it onto Xu Qing’s forehead.

Meanwhile, at a residence near Linhe Water Gate Bridge.

The Yin Locust Tree, newly sprouted and absorbing Moonlight Yin Qi, suddenly exploded, scattering bark and green sprouts everywhere.

At the Long Pavilion Mansion, Xu Qing’s head seemed unaffected by Gang Qi. Instead, Bai Luo was stabbed in the eye by a Puppet appearing behind Xu Qing.

Bai Luo groaned, barely reacting before seeing the youth turn, revealing a hairy face grown on the back of his head.

Xu Qing’s two-handed control over Bai Luo included using the Puppet and his final killing move, the Two-Faced Three-Blade Technique.

The courtyard smelled of blood, flickering cold light.

The hidden blade technique in the Two-Faced Three-Blade Technique could kill invisibly.

Xu Qing always carried a hidden blade behind him.

Today, it tasted blood for the second time.