Shen Yao Xing ended up ordering three portions of vegetarian noodles. After all, in this remote mountain area, it was hard to say where the meat in her mouth would come from. Having roamed around with Meng Xin Yi in many places, she at least knew this rule.

After the three finished their noodles, they were led upstairs by the woman to rest in their rooms.

Deep in the night

The inn’s candles were extinguished, and silver moonlight shone into the hall from the entrance, half illuminated and half still immersed in darkness. Several dark figures crept up to the second floor from the darkness, spreading out to stand outside several bedrooms, poking holes in the paper windows to blow in sleeping incense. The shadows exchanged glances, waiting for a moment outside the rooms before pushing the doors open.

The room was brightly lit by moonlight, with the bedding on the bed slightly bulging. One of the shadows drew a wide blade gleaming with a cold light, mercilessly swinging it down at the person on the bed. The originally slightly raised curve was chopped down, and the shadow was startled, quickly pulling back the covers to reveal only a pillow under the bedding, with no person in sight.

“Where’s the person!?”

“Are you looking for me?” Outside the bedroom window, a young woman was hanging upside down from the eaves, arms crossed, looking at them from above the window.

Realizing they had been discovered, the shadows’ expressions turned fierce. The three jumped onto the roof and launched an attack on the young woman together. Unexpectedly, her petite body was extremely agile, and under the three’s blade swings, they couldn’t touch her even once. It was as if she was playing with them, without a hint of panic in her demeanor.

Shen Yao Xing’s toes lightly tapped on the tiles, using the momentum to quickly jump and dodge. From afar, it looked as if the young woman had never touched the ground, floating like a goose feather under their blades with ease, enjoying herself immensely.

The three were already somewhat unsteady in their breathing, with sweat on their foreheads. One of them secretly reached for the remaining sleeping powder at their waist, suddenly sprinkling it towards the young woman. But they saw that petite figure suddenly disappear before their eyes.

The three panted heavily, their gazes searching the rooftop for a while without seeing a trace of her.

This is crazy!

At this moment, Shen Yao Xing was hanging from the edge of the eaves with one hand, her entire body suspended in mid-air. Her face was full of interest, her whole being vibrantly alert, planning to sneak around behind them for a surprise attack. Right in front of Shen Yao Xing was the window of the bedroom next door. Just as she was about to climb back onto the roof, she inadvertently caught sight of the scene inside the room.

The overwhelming smell of blood hadn’t completely dissipated in the night breeze. The young woman’s pupils constricted slightly.

In front of the bed, a figure in snow-white clothes emanated a faint glow under the moonlight. His right hand held a long sword, his tall body as straight as a white pine. His exquisite and perfect profile was like a deity under the moon. Seeming to sense something, his originally slightly lowered eyes lifted, turning his head to meet the gaze of the young woman outside the window.

A drop of crimson blood slid down from below his tear mole. Moonlight fell on half of his face, the shadows particularly terrifying. His entire being transformed from a heavenly deity into a hell-bound asura. Shen Yao Xing knew that blood wasn’t his, because not far from his feet lay two headless corpses.

Seeing clearly who was outside the window, the man tilted his head slightly.

Shen young lady?

A voice lighter than a sigh floated into Shen Yao Xing’s ears. She couldn’t help but shudder, scrambling to climb up, momentarily forgetting that she had the ability of lightness skill, clumsily climbing onto the roof.

Why is this psycho here!?

Haunting, conflicting fates, these words kept circling in Shen Yao Xing’s mind.

As soon as she got up, the three above came slashing at her again. Shen Yao Xing hurriedly jumped back to dodge, her heart cursing. After dodging a few moves, she suddenly raised her foot and kicked one of them, sending that person flying off the eaves.

The sharp-eyed Shen Yao Xing noticed that the man in snow-white clothes was now standing on the ridge of the roof on the other side, quietly watching her side.

He was just short of grabbing a handful of melon seeds to munch on.

Hei Sha and Bai Sha had also jumped up by now. The remaining two people, seeing they couldn’t win, wanted to run. The annoyed Shen Yao Xing couldn’t let them get away so easily. Just as they were about to jump out, she flashed over and grabbed the ankles of the two, whether intentionally or unintentionally, suddenly throwing them towards the man’s direction. The man lightly leapt up to dodge, and the fragile eaves couldn’t bear the weight, creating a large hole. The two fell into the room below.

“Tch,” seeing she didn’t hit him, Shen Yao Xing was a bit disappointed. She instructed Hei Sha and Bai Sha to tie up the few people and then paid no more attention, going back to her room to catch up on sleep.

Early the next morning, the inn’s hall was empty, with no sign of the frail woman who had attended to them last night. Shen Yao Xing didn’t mind, stretching lazily as she swaggered out of the inn.

“Shen young lady.” A cool male voice came from behind.

Shen Yao Xing’s figure stiffened for a moment, her face turning sour as she turned back: “What is it?”

Jiang Ming Yue slowly approached, stopping five steps away from the young woman. His upturned eyes lifted slightly, his pupils as black as a deep pool: “I wonder if Shen young lady is also heading to the capital?”

“No,” the young woman raised her chin, denying without a moment’s hesitation.

The man seemed not to have heard her denial, calmly walking towards his own carriage, continuing: “It happens that Ming Yue is also going to the capital. Why don’t we go together?”

Shen Yao Xing’s gaze fell on the man waiting by the luxurious carriage. His face was deathly pale, in the same state as that man on the arena last time. Just thinking about what he was, goosebumps immediately broke out all over her body.

Hah, she feared she might not even make it to the capital before being killed by this person.

Shen Yao Xing immediately refused without a word, jumping onto her carriage and hurriedly telling Hei Sha and Bai Sha to drive the carriage away.

Jiang Ming Yue watched the departing carriage, his gaze cold and gloomy. He glanced at the pale-faced man beside him, who seemed to have received an order, walking into the inn and setting it ablaze with a torch.

On the second floor, the tied-up women struggled frantically, crawling on the ground inching forward like maggots, trying to escape from the second floor. The fire spread rapidly, soon reaching the second floor. In the carriage, Jiang Ming Yue leaned back lazily on the soft couch, lightly closing his eyes, not glancing once at the raging fire.

The scorching flames licked at the nearby trees, burning until only charred frames remained before stopping.