45: Chapter 45 The Drunken Sword Immortal Saves the Beauty, and the Fat Seventh Princess Falls in Love with Me at First Sight

"A bit interesting."

"Is this the so-called 'technology changes Cultivation'?"

"However... the accuracy is a bit lacking, and it wastes too much energy."

Ye Xiu certainly noticed the brilliance in the sky, which looked like fireworks.

Yet, at this moment, he still maintained a calm and indifferent appearance.

Holding a wine gourd in his hand, he looked at the magnificent "firework show" before him, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Just as Ye Xiu had said, although the Sun-Shooting Divine Cannon had immense power, those black-clad assassins were clearly well-prepared.

Their movement techniques were bizarre, weaving through the blind spots of the artillery fire like ghosts.

Using their companions' corpses as cover, they approached the center of the tower ship at all costs.

"Protect the Sev... Seventh Young Master!"

On the bow of the ship, Ling Yuxiu also drew the precious sword at her waist.

Don't let her usual naive and cute demeanor fool you; she was, after all, a royal child, Cultivating the top-tier Nine Dragon Imperial Art.

One could see three faint Dragon-shaped True Qi manifesting around her body. As her sword light danced, she actually managed to forcibly block the Flying Swords of several assassins.

"Hmph! A bunch of rebellious subjects! This Young Master will capture you all and feed you to the dogs!"

Although Ling Yuxiu's face was pale, she refused to back down in the slightest. She shouted loudly while swinging her sword.

"Hehehe, delicate little Young Master, your mouth is quite tough!"

Just then, a sinister laugh suddenly rang out above Ling Yuxiu's head. It was the assassin leader, who had been lurking in the shadows and possessed the cultivation of the Six Harmonies Realm.

Taking advantage of the moment Qin Feiyue was tied up, he swooped down from the mast like a goshawk hunting a rabbit!

The weapon in his hands was a pair of venom-coated Nether Ghost Claws, aimed straight at Ling Yuxiu's snow-white neck!

"Oh no!" Qin Feiyue's eyes were wide with rage. He wanted to return to help but was held back tightly.

"Young Master, look out!" Ling Yuxiu jerked her head up, looking at the Ghost Claws rapidly enlarging in her pupils and the assassin's hideous grinning face. She instantly felt a chill of death envelop her entire body.

She wanted to dodge, but the opponent's Qi had already locked onto her tightly.

"It's over..." This Seventh Princess, who was usually showered with endless affection, closed her eyes in despair at this moment.

However, the pain she expected did not come.

"Clang!!!" A crisp, melodious sword hum, like the roar of a Dragon, abruptly drowned out all the artillery fire on the battlefield.

Immediately after, a cyan-gold sword light, like a fairy flying from beyond the heavens, instantly crossed the hundreds of zhang of the river surface.

"Puchi!" That Six Harmonies Realm assassin leader didn't even realize what had happened before his entire body froze in mid-air.

The next second, a line of blood appeared between his eyebrows. Then, he was split perfectly in two and fell into the Yong River to feed the turtles.

The entire scene fell into instant silence. Whether it was the assassins or the Imperial Guards, they subconsciously stopped their actions and looked in the direction from which the sword light had flown.

They saw that on a giant rock by the river, a handsome man dressed in plain clothes, with a gourd hanging from his waist and long hair dancing in the wind, was maintaining a cool sword-sheathing pose.

Ye Xiu blew at his bangs, which had no dust on them, and looked at the shaken "chubby Young Master" on the ship.

The corners of his mouth curled into a smile that felt like a spring breeze.

"Hey, that chubby Young Master on the ship."

"This is The Great Ruins, not your family's backyard."

"If you want to survive, shouldn't you pay some... protection fee first?"

Ye Xiu's voice was lazy and casual, yet on this blood-scented river, it clearly drilled into Ling Yuxiu's ears.

If it were any other time, anyone who dared to call the current Seventh Princess "fatty" would have probably been dragged out and executed eight or ten times over.

But at this moment, Ling Yuxiu's large eyes, which had been tightly closed due to fear, were slowly opening.

She stared intently at the figure standing against the wind on the giant rock by the river.

His long hair was unkempt, his plain clothes fluttered, he held strong wine in his hand, and a divine sword was strapped to his back.

Especially the wicked smile on his lips and the peerless demeanor of that single sword strike that beheaded a Six Harmonies Realm expert just now.

"Thump!" "Thump!" Ling Yuxiu felt her heart skip a beat, and then it began to beat wildly like a drum.

Wasn't this the peerless Sword Immortal described in the storybooks she secretly read in the palace, the one who "views princes and nobles as mere grass, and whose sword frost chills fourteen provinces"?

"He called me fatty..." "He actually called me fatty..." Ling Yuxiu's little face turned bright red instantly, and she thought with a uniquely twisted train of thought:

"Before, those people would only call me Your Highness, so hypocritical! Only this hero is so straightforward, so unpretentious!"

Confirmed by the look in his eyes, he is the person I want to marry in my dreams!

"Hero! I'll pay! I'll pay the protection fee!" Ling Yuxiu pushed aside Qin Feiyue, who was blocking her, and waved excitedly at Ye Xiu.

Her excited appearance didn't look like a distressed Young Master who had just escaped a disaster; it looked more like a little fangirl meeting her idol.

"Young Master! Beware of a trap!" Qin Feiyue was anxious.

"Trap my foot! He's so powerful; if he wanted to kill us, he would have done so already!" Ling Yuxiu rolled her eyes at her general.

Meanwhile, the remaining dozens of black-clad assassins saw that their leader was dead. Although terrified, the death orders they had received forced them to bite the bullet and continue their charge.

"Kill! Ignore that drunkard! Kill the target first!" "Avenge the leader!" The group of black-clad men rushed towards the tower ship again like mad dogs.

"Tsk, noisy." Ye Xiu frowned slightly and tilted his head back to take a gulp of wine.

"Since I have the intention of collecting the protection fee, then this job, I, the Daoist, will take it." "Sword, come!"

Ye Xiu didn't even use the main body of the demon slaying sword. He just casually formed a sword finger and made a light slash towards the Void Realm.

Clang—! The residual water vapor in the air was instantly condensed by the vast Dao Palace Sword Qi within his body.

"Ten Thousand Swords Art · Thousand-Square Remnant Light Sword!"

"Swish swish swish swish swish!" Countless transparent small swords condensed from water vapor drew beautiful arcs in the air.

This scene was as beautiful as a meteor shower, but for those assassins, it was a call from Hell!

"Puchi puchi puchi!" There were no screams, only the dull sound of sharp blades entering flesh.

Those black-clad assassins who were still flying in mid-air or had just stepped onto the deck, regardless of their cultivation level, all had an extra transparent blood hole between their eyebrows.

Dozens of corpses, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, fell neatly into the Yong River, splashing up countless waves. In the blink of an eye, they were all wiped out!

"So... so strong..." Qin Feiyue's hand holding the spear was trembling.

One knows if a master is real the moment they make a move. This kind of Flying Sword technique, even if the State Preceptor were here in person, would probably be no better than this, right?

"Whoosh!" Ye Xiu's figure flashed, stepping on the Void Realm, and he landed lightly on the deck of the tower ship like a fallen leaf.

He ignored the ring of nervous Imperial Guards and walked straight to Ling Yuxiu.

A scent mixed with the strong aroma of wine and a faint masculine scent rushed towards her.

Ling Yuxiu was so nervous that her palms were sweating; she subconsciously tidied her slightly messy collar.

She tried hard to act like a "reserved Young Master," but her flushed face and flickering eyes had already betrayed her.

"Fatty, where is the protection fee we agreed on earlier?" Ye Xiu reached out a hand, raised an eyebrow, and smiled: "My appearance fee is very expensive, and I don't offer credit."

"Ah? Oh! I have it! I have it!" Ling Yuxiu snapped back to reality and hurriedly searched her person.

However, she was traveling incognito this time, and other than the jade pendant symbolizing her identity, she hadn't brought any banknotes!

Besides, what royal family member carries cash when they go out?

"Oh no... I didn't bring money..." Ling Yuxiu was so anxious that tears were about to fall, terrified of leaving a bad impression of being "untrustworthy" on her idol.

Suddenly, her hand touched a hard object at her waist.

It was the Double Dragon Playing with Pearl embroidered sachet, hand-sewn by her mother, filled with exotic incense gifted by the Western Regions, which she had worn close to her body for over a decade.

In Yankang customs, a woman's personal sachet cannot be gifted to anyone but her husband.

But at this moment, the Seventh Princess, whose brain was addled by "handsome looks," how could she care about such things?

"Her... Hero! I didn't bring money, can this... can this pay off the debt?"

Ling Yuxiu's hands trembled as she untied the exquisite sachet from her waist, which still carried her body heat and faint maiden fragrance, and held it up with both hands to present it to Ye Xiu.

She lowered her head, not daring to look into Ye Xiu's eyes, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

"Hmm?" Ye Xiu took the sachet.

The craftsmanship was excellent, the embroidery exquisite; one look and it was clearly the handiwork of the Imperial Palace.

He brought it close to his nose and sniffed.

"Hmm, smells so good." It was a woman's scent!