12: Chapter 12 Qingxu

The three of them emerged from the rockery and arrived exactly at the back door of the house.

A voice came from inside the room, "...Third Prince, in a couple of days we will send someone to escort you to King Yu to be a guest! For the time being, just make do here!"

King Yu was Qin Jue, the leader of the rebel army that had risen up in Yuzhou this time; he had proclaimed himself King Yu.

Su Jiuchuan's heart stirred; he had gotten himself tangled up in a major treasonous affair. No wonder Zheng Xinyue said this important person could definitely afford ten thousand taels.

When she said she didn't know who it was, she was definitely lying.

Su Jiuchuan couldn't help but glance at Zheng Xinyue; sure enough, beautiful women do lie.

Zheng Xinyue had been seen through, and her pretty face flushed, though she just lowered her head and pretended not to know.

"How bold, are you all planning treason?" The voice speaking was somewhat aged but resonant.

"That's my father's voice." Zheng Xinyue exclaimed in a low voice.

"Is the mastermind this time City Lord Lan Sheng of Hechuan City or Wang Kai'en of Qingzhou?" The voice speaking belonged to a young man; presumably, that was the Third Prince.

"Hehe, as a man of the cloth, how would I know so much? I am merely entrusted by others to temporarily house the Third Prince, that is all."

Su Jiuchuan knew he had encountered big trouble this time, but at this point, it was hard to withdraw.

However, sometimes it's hard to say what is good or bad. To survive in this chaotic world, his only reliance was the simulator, and the simulator was a gold-devouring beast.

Perhaps he could obtain a stable source of money from this Third Prince in the future.

Su Jiuchuan arrived at the ajar door. Inside, it was brightly lit. He saw a graceful and noble Young Master sitting upright on a chair, though his complexion was somewhat pale. Beside him sat an elderly man with white hair, looking very disheveled.

It looked like the two of them had been subdued by some means.

There was a person dressed as a Daoist priest with his back to the door; this person should be that Daoist Priest Qingxu.

Chief Escort Master Zheng Nanhai shouted angrily, "Qingxu, are you not afraid of having your entire clan executed?"

"The world has already become this chaotic. It's hard to say how many days Great Wei can still hold the throne, so who are you trying to scare?" Qingxu said disdainfully.

The Third Prince, who had been sitting to the side, suddenly rolled off the chair. He had produced a dagger from somewhere and thrust it directly toward his own chest.

"Ah!" Neither Qingxu nor Chief Escort Master Zheng Nanhai had anticipated this turn of events.

Blood flowed from his chest. The Third Prince's dagger had already pierced his chest, yet he seemed completely unaware of it.

"Great Wei has no captured princes. I would rather commit suicide than go with you to the rebels. Let us go, or I will die right here."

"Don't, you absolutely must not die here." Qingxu was truly frightened and said, "If you want to leave, I will let you go."

"Give me the antidote." Chief Escort Master Zheng Nanhai shouted.

Qingxu was clearly shaken. He fished a small white porcelain bottle from his robes and tossed it to Chief Escort Master Zheng Nanhai.

"Is it the antidote?" The Third Prince asked.

Chief Escort Master Zheng Nanhai struggled to catch it, opened the bottle, sniffed it, and said, "It is the antidote."

Watching Chief Escort Master Zheng Nanhai swallow the antidote, the Third Prince breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Poof!" Qingxu suddenly raised his hand and flicked it toward the Third Prince. A cloud of white mist rose up. The Third Prince knew something was wrong and tried to thrust the dagger in, but found his limbs weak, unable to stab.

Qingxu lifted his foot and kicked the dagger out of the Third Prince's hand, then rushed toward Chief Escort Master Zheng Nanhai.

Although Chief Escort Master Zheng Nanhai had taken the antidote, he had been subdued for too long and his strength had not yet recovered, so he was kicked flying.

Su Jiuchuan sighed inwardly; this old Daoist Qingxu was very devious. A dignified 6th Grade Martial Artist actually carrying sleeping powder with him? This was no upright person.

In one of his simulated lives, he, as a 6th Grade Martial Artist, had actually lost a fight against him; it was possible he had been ambushed by sleeping powder then too.

"Father!" Zheng Xinyue couldn't wait any longer, kicked the door open, and rushed in.

Old Daoist Qingxu was startled by the people who suddenly rushed in, but upon seeing that the little girl rushing over was only at the 8th Grade level, he lifted his foot and kicked her away.

Just then, everything before his eyes turned white. Qingxu knew someone was ambushing him and hurriedly held his breath. He was an expert at ambushing others himself, so he was especially careful about this.

Yet he didn't expect that this time, his eyes would suffer a sharp pain; it was actually lime powder. The opponent was just as unscrupulous as he was.

However, Qingxu was a 6th Grade Martial Artist after all. Even though he couldn't open his eyes, he knew where Su Jiuchuan was standing. He lunged forward and threw a punch.

This punch was extremely fast. Just a moment ago, when his eyes were stinging, Qingxu had caught a glimpse that the person ambushing him was a young man. He didn't believe the opponent was also a Prodigy like the Lan Family brothers.

Even if the opponent was a Prodigy like the Lan Family brothers, such people were mostly arrogant and proud; how could they use such methods to ambush? This didn't fit the pride of young people.

Therefore, this time Qingxu made up his mind to fight hard against the opponent and rely on his strength as a 6th Grade Martial Artist to crush him.

"Boom!"

The two fists connected squarely. Qingxu only felt a force crushing directly over; the opponent was actually also a 6th Grade Martial Artist, and looking at the amount of True Qi the opponent had, it seemed even more profound than his own.

This... how is this possible?

Su Jiuchuan did not relax because of this and continued to attack repeatedly.

Both were 6th Grade Martial Artists, and one had injured eyes; the result was without suspense. After twenty-some moves, Qingxu had been knocked to the ground. Su Jiuchuan didn't say any nonsense, pulled his long blade from his waist, and was about to finish off the old Daoist.

"Don't!"

Su Jiuchuan looked up and happened to see Xue Mingcai's somewhat complicated eyes.

"He is my father after all. I... I beg you to spare his life." Xue Mingcai completely lacked the excitement she had when leading the way; at this moment, she looked at the Qingxu lying on the ground with complicated eyes.

"Mingcai..." Qingxu called out weakly, but didn't know what else to say.

Originally, Su Jiuchuan didn't want to pay attention, but thinking about it, Xue Mingcai had after all taken the initiative to give him five thousand taels of silver; this favor could be considered repaid.

Thinking of this, he directly delivered a kick to Qingxu's thigh joint, and the old Daoist's bone fractured on the spot. However, Qingxu knew his life had been saved.

"From now on, our bond is severed!" Xue Mingcai finished saying, word by word, and then appeared somewhat exhausted, as if she had used up all her strength.

Su Jiuchuan couldn't be bothered with the gossip of this father and daughter and walked to the front of the Third Prince.

"Who are you? Having saved this Prince, for today's matter, I will surely reward you!"

Chief Escort Master Zheng Nanhai was crouching beside him at this time, treating his wounds. The Third Prince put on an air of nonchalance as he spoke.

Su Jiuchuan rolled his eyes, thinking: What kind of domineering aura is this guy faking? Does he want me to bow down immediately? He must have listened to too many storytelling sessions at the street corner.

"Before I came to save you, she promised that you would give me ten thousand taels of silver. Do you acknowledge this debt?"

The Third Prince was choked by these words. He glanced at Zheng Xinyue, who lowered her head with a flushed face, and said slowly, "Under the whole heaven, is there anything that is not..."

"So you're not acknowledging the debt, right?" Su Jiuchuan couldn't be bothered to listen to him finish. "Lan Guping will be here soon, so just act as if I never came today. I'm leaving!"

Seeing Su Jiuchuan really turn to leave, the Third Prince hurriedly shouted, "Fine, I will pay!"