395: Chapter 395 The Visitor is Not Friendly

They came with ill intent.

The group immediately became alert.

Liu Jing, Shi Xiaoya, and Yang Jinyuan instantly formed a triangle around Han Jingyang, staring vigilantly at the main gate.

Wang Zhiwei quickly retreated back into the room.

The Lin Sisters also drew their weapons, preparing for battle.

—Bang!—

The main gate burst open.

A burly man walked into the courtyard with his head lowered. He froze for a moment upon seeing Han Jingyang's group, then turned back and shouted, "Boss, you can come in."

Then, a young man who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old walked in leisurely, protected by two other burly men.

The young man was about 1.75 meters tall with a fair complexion and a somewhat handsome face. He wore a long T-shirt with Hanfu elements and had long hair, with a thick lock of bangs hanging down his left forehead to his cheek. He held a massive folding fan in his hand.

The folding fan was extremely eye-catching. Its ribs were made of Small-leaf Red Sandalwood, totaling twenty-three ribs and measuring nine inches long. The fan leaf was made of paper, with a painting of a lady on the front.

The lady in the painting was exquisitely detailed, wearing a cheongsam and holding a round fan. She sat sideways on a swing under a flower trellis, her figure graceful and lithe, her temperament gentle and charming.

The painting on the fan was a colored ink wash; the lady in the cheongsam and the background elements like the flower trellis, swing, and courtyard wall were all lifelike. The colors were vibrant and bright, and the brushwork was meticulous—one could even see the image on the round fan held by the lady, giving it the charm of a painting within a painting.

Moreover, in Han Jingyang's eyes, this folding fan contained a swirl of multicolored aura. It was clearly a dharma instrument, and one of quite high quality at that.

To be able to carry such a dharma instrument around, this long-haired youth's identity was certainly unusual.

Han Jingyang's gaze swept over the long-haired youth and the three burly men. Having gained a general understanding of their strength, he patted Shi Xiaoya on the shoulder.

Understanding his intent, Shi Xiaoya stepped forward and demanded, "Who are you?"

After the flamboyant long-haired youth saw Shi Xiaoya's face clearly, his eyes instantly grew hot. His burning gaze lingered undisguised between Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing. "Beautiful, truly beautiful. A true peerless beauty of the mortal world. I, Xu Qing, have seen countless women, but this is the first time I've seen such beauties. This skin... tsk tsk, simply perfect."

With a *clack*, he snapped open his folding fan and approached Shi Xiaoya while fanning himself. "Beautiful lady, care for a date?"

Shi Xiaoya's eyes turned cold as she reached out and drew her blade.

—Ceng!—

While the ring of the blade was still echoing, the katana was already pressed against the flamboyant youth Xu Qing's neck.

She then demanded in a low voice, "You want to die? I'll grant your wish!"

As she spoke, she applied a slight pressure with the katana against Xu Qing's neck.

However, Xu Qing continued to fan himself unhurriedly. "'To die under a peony flower and remain a romantic ghost'—it's a cliché saying, but it truly resonates with me. Miss, to be able to die by your blade, I would have no regrets. It's just that..."

His gaze landed on Han Jingyang. "It's just that, killing me is easy, but the consequences of killing me are very severe. Your boss's end would be miserable, and it might even involve your family."

Shi Xiaoya paused for a moment, looked back at Han Jingyang, and suddenly sneered. "So you're just an ignorant fool. To dare run amok in Quancheng without even recognizing my husband... I really don't know what your elders were thinking."

"What do you mean?" The flamboyant youth Xu Qing finally turned serious. "Your husband? Which family's young master is he? Let's not have the flood wash away the Dragon King Temple."

"Young master?" Shi Xiaoya laughed happily. "My husband's surname is Han."

"Han?" Xu Qing thought for a moment. "There is no great Han family in Quancheng, not even a minor one. There are no high-ranking officials with the surname Han either. So, you're actually just a group of rogue practitioners with no backing, right?"

Shi Xiaoya sheathed her blade and snapped her fingers. "Congratulations, you guessed right. But don't say I didn't warn you: the consequences of offending my husband are more terrifying than offending any great family."

"Hahaha, then I really want to try," Xu Qing said, closing his fan with a *shualu* sound. He used the fan to tilt Shi Xiaoya's chin. "Beauty, come with me. This husband of yours is just a showy flower with no substance; he's not worthy of you. Ah—"

Before Xu Qing could finish, Liu Jing, who was standing nearby, swung her blade down.

The war blade was not unsheathed; it struck Xu Qing's arm solidly like a heavy wooden club.

—Crack!—

Xu Qing's forearm remained unharmed.

However, Xu Qing's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly pulled out a jade pendant from his neck. The once emerald-green pendant was now covered in cracks, turning from 'Imperial Green' to 'Imperial Cracks.'

Clearly, this jade pendant was also a dharma instrument, specifically a defensive one.

Now, this obviously expensive dharma instrument had been shattered by Liu Jing's single strike.

If not for this dharma instrument, Xu Qing's arm would definitely have been lost. Even with a sheathed blade, Liu Jing could exert extremely powerful destructive force.

After this strike, Xu Qing's face was deathly pale.

Xu Qing's three burly followers immediately surrounded him, glaring furiously at Han Jingyang's group of four.

Liu Jing, however, leisurely sheathed her blade. "Dare to speak disrespectfully again, and I'll take your head next time!"

Finished, she coolly sheathed her weapon and stepped back to Han Jingyang's side.

Only then did Han Jingyang step forward. He pinched Liu Jing's cheek and gave her a light kiss, intentionally saying loudly, "Babe, well done. This is exactly how you deal with these little thugs; otherwise, they don't know the meaning of awe."

He then tilted his chin toward Xu Qing. "I don't care who you are, where you're from, or who your father is. Daring to touch my woman leads to this result. I've shown mercy this time to give you a lesson. If there's a next time, I'll make sure your head leaves your shoulders."

After saying that, he spoke seriously, "Alright, the greetings are over. State your purpose for coming."

Xu Qing slowly raised his head, his eyes staring coldly at Han Jingyang. After a few seconds, he sneered, "You will regret this."

"Regret?" Han Jingyang smiled. "Don't try to scare people with rhetoric that even a primary schooler would look down on. If you're truly capable, make a move now and let me see your strength. If you're not that capable, then answer my questions honestly."

Xu Qing subconsciously looked at the burly men beside him. After thinking for a moment, he retreated two steps while shouting, "Attack together! Kill that pretty boy!"

As his voice fell, the three burly men lunged at Han Jingyang simultaneously, drawing their respective weapons: a soft sword, a baton, and a dagger. All were portable and highly practical short-range weapons.

Shi Xiaoya gave a sharp cry, "I've got this!"

As she spoke, she drew her katana once more and met them head-on.

Swish, swish, swish.

Amidst the flashing blade light, blood splattered.

In less than three seconds, Xu Qing's three followers clutched their arms and slowly retreated to his side, their expressions extremely grave.

Xu Qing's expression was the most unsightly. He no longer had that free-spirited, fearless air from before, yet he did not retreat. Instead, he stared fixedly at Han Jingyang. "By opposing me, you are dead!"