“Waiter, bring me some tea!” A burly man was the first to dismount, a large blade strapped to his back, moving with agility that suggested some skill. He strode into the roadside tea house with long strides. Behind him, a group of over ten horsemen also dismounted and followed.
Just after the New Year, there weren’t many travelers on the road. The waiter quickly served several dozen bowls of tea. “Here you go! Cool and refreshing tea, please enjoy slowly.”
The burly man drank in one gulp, exclaiming with pleasure, then asked the young waiter, “How far is it to Feng Yin Ferry?”
“Just a day’s ride,” the waiter replied, “Where are you gentlemen heading?”
“With all the buzz about Sea Oath Island, how could we not go and see? We’re delivering goods and thought we’d take a trip out to sea and check it out!”
The waiter’s face changed in shock, urgently saying, “Sir! You absolutely must not go!”
“Must not go?!” The man raised his voice.
“Yes! Haven’t you heard? Everyone who goes never returns! Just here, Young Master Yu went to sea last time and never came back!”
With a loud “bang”, the man’s eyes widened as he smashed the bowl on the ground. “Do you know who I am? My throat-cutting blade isn’t wielded for nothing! You dare compare me to some pretty boy?”
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“There’s nowhere in this world I can’t go!”
“Brothers, let’s go!” The man was straightforward, just with a bit of a temper, meaning no harm, simply leaving in anger.
Half a month later, a body was found on the beach, face unrecognizable, but the throat-cutting blade beside him was known to the martial world. Feng Long, a minor celebrity in the jianghu, had met an untimely end, and his companions had vanished without a trace.
“Are you ready?” This was a woman around thirty years old, but her voice was as cold as Satan from hell.
The woman suddenly drifted in front of another woman, and only then, with the help of the faint light, could one glimpse the young woman’s features.
Dressed in white, with delicate features and soft lines. When she raised her head, her crystal-like eyes were dazzlingly bright, but upon closer inspection, there was a coldness between her brows that was incongruous with her age.
“Master, you are my mother, right? Just a question.” Not a question, but an absolute statement, still devoid of emotion. Just not as cold as her master; after all, she was only a seventeen-year-old girl.
But if an ordinary mother heard such words, she would surely be heartbroken, because this reunion, which should have been exciting, was simply stated as an ordinary matter.
“Understanding doesn’t require many words. Go. Perhaps when you return, you won’t speak like this.” A very ordinary answer, as if responding to a mundane question, except for the last sentence, which was enigmatic.
The young girl drifted away again, without a response, leaving only her actions.
This was the oath she made before her father’s memorial tablet – to definitely seek revenge, at any cost, sparing nothing!
After the girl left, the woman finally turned around.
Equally beautiful features, just with a few traces of years and a different weariness from before.
Bing Zhi, since this is what you want, I can only fulfill it. After all, hatred accumulated over ten years cannot be easily abandoned. So be it! So be it!
Chapter 2: Great Battle (1)
Murong Bing Zhi walked alone on the streets of Central Plains.
She had arrived in the country ruled by her enemy, but it seemed she had paid too high a price. How many lives were lost on the path of revenge, not even granted proper burial, but instead sinking into the sea.
She was not injured in battle, but remembered the blood of her companions splashing on her clothes, like a seductive red flower in full bloom, dripping with blood.
Capital City, Qin He Inn.
Bing Zhi arrived at the inn, planning to eat something first – at least she couldn’t seek revenge on an empty stomach.
“Hey! Welcome…” The waiter began his usual greeting, but when he looked up and saw Bing Zhi’s face, he was stunned speechless. This cry startled the guests dining in the inn, and their gazes all shifted to this woman with a cold, indifferent expression.
Bing Zhi wore a half-new coarse cloth skirt, typical of a fisherwoman. Her long hair was loosely tied up, with some strands falling behind her shoulders. Without makeup or any jewelry, her plain appearance still radiated beauty.
For a moment, no one spoke, and no one continued chewing their food. They were afraid that if they moved slightly, the vision before them would disappear, because like the waiter, they could only believe they were seeing a fairy.
“Waiter, a bowl of noodles,” the woman said, completely unaware of the unusual reactions around her.
The waiter remained dazed, showing no sign of movement.
Bing Zhi walked directly to a corner seat. Seeing the waiter still unresponsive, Bing Zhi frowned. Did he not understand her?
She had lived on an island since childhood, focused on martial arts and revenge, never exposed to the outside world.
She suspiciously called out again, “Waiter, do you have noodles?”
The waiter finally regained his ability to move. “Oh! Yes. One clear soup noodles.”
The waiter’s shout also brought the other guests back to their senses.
After confirming she could communicate with people in this country, Bing Zhi said nothing more and began to contemplate.
“Miss, your noodles,” the waiter quickly brought the noodles. “Would you like a room?”
“Mm,” Bing Zhi responded simply, half-raising her head and meeting the waiter’s bent-over gaze.
The waiter hurriedly left, and an unusual silence fell over the inn once more.
More or less, she had already understood some things, but still needed to digest them alone. Wang Bo was afraid she would be tired, so he didn’t delve deeper and let her rest early.
“Someone is attacking, get up quickly! Protect the young lady!” It was Wang Bo’s voice, no longer calm but panicked.
Bing Zhi understood as soon as she heard Wang Bo’s urgent tone that something was wrong, and it was a catastrophic situation!
Bing Zhi quickly got up and grabbed her weapon. She always slept fully dressed to respond to danger at the first moment. Just as she got up, Wang Bo rushed into her room, staggering, with an injured right hand.
“Quickly get on the small boat and leave, we can’t hold out much longer!” Wang Bo said, breathing heavily. Had they really reached the point of abandoning the ship?
“What about the others?” After living on the island for many years, she felt reluctance, unwilling for them to be sacrificed for her hatred. However, if necessary, she would choose revenge. After all, she had already paid too much for this hatred and could no longer turn back.
Wang Bo didn’t answer and pulled Bing Zhi to run. It seemed it was necessary.
“Kill! Ah!” Rushing out of the house, they immediately heard the sounds of fighting. Bing Zhi glanced toward the chaos and indeed saw that the other side had the upper hand.
“Ah! Ah! No!” Consecutive screams followed. In the midst of everyone was a black figure, face covered, holding a black fan. Just a sweep of the fan caused everyone to bleed from their throats, with internal organs torn apart.
Such powerful internal energy! No wonder even Wang Bo was injured. Wang Bo was a rare master on the island, and Bing Zhi’s martial arts were trained by him. Listening to those piercing cries, Bing Zhi could vaguely sense the bloodthirsty smile of the black figure.
In the blink of an eye, their own people were almost gone, while the opponent advanced like a destructive force. Soon they were approaching Bing Zhi and Wang Bo’s small boat.
