The carriage entered the courtyard.
Next, of course, was to unload the cargo.
"It's actually a woman?"
When the long package, adorned with floral embroidery, was unwrapped...
Chen Ping looked at the flamboyantly dressed, voluptuous young woman in the carriage, momentarily speechless.
Let's start from the beginning...
Tang Sanliang and Lv Xi took this woman from a prestigious household, going through great lengths to bring her here to this residence for a handover?
From the silk and delicate jade hairpins she wore, her status was quite high, likely a daughter of a wealthy family.
Then, within that household, there must have been someone cooperating.
It's likely someone like a maid or a servant, whether out of convenience or ulterior motive, it's hard to say.
'Controlling children, kidnapping women, oppressing refugees, Cyan Hall truly does nothing good and has no scruples.'
Chen Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze towards Tang Sanliang turned uncertain.
That guy was still grinning at this moment.
As if he wasn't doing anything wrong, but something good.
"I told you, Brother Tian Qi, this task is quite simple with no real danger. Now we just wait for the buyer to come and pick up the goods."
"Really?" Chen Ping dryly laughed, as if he'd swallowed a fly.
Was this really about danger or not?
It's about whether this should be done at all.
"This woman's name is Zhang Ruoxue, daughter of the wealthy merchant Zhang Baicheng in the city, a family of considerable wealth. Her reputation spread through the region, and is chased by many young heroes from noble families.
Zhang Baicheng cherishes his precious daughter greatly, indulging her from a young age, even inviting famous teachers to instruct her in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, keeping her hidden away in their mansion.
For people like us, wanting to see such a beauty is as hard as reaching the sky. Yet now she's at our disposal, to be played with as we please. Tell me, isn't this quite interesting?"
Tang Sanliang's breathing became more hurried, staring at the woman lying gracefully on the embroidered quilt, his eyes filled with fervor.
The silent Lv Qing directly acted upon it.
"With some time left, why not have some fun? Kite, should you go first or I?"
As he spoke, he extended his index finger, placing it near Zhang Ruoxue's nose.
The woman sneezed, slowly waking from sleep, seeing her surroundings and the menacing looks of the two men, she was alarmed, about to scream.
Yet, it's unclear what method Lv Qing used, her screams astonishingly turned into a husky charm.
It sounded as if she was pouting, with no trace of fear.
"What are you, you doing?"
Feeling a burning heat within, the woman panicked completely.
She realized she had some absurd thoughts deep inside.
"What are we doing? Is that even a question? Today is Brother Tian Qi's initiation, and how can he be worthy without a major affair?
Miss Zhang, you just enjoy, although we brothers may be a bit unsightly, Brother Tian Qi is quite handsome, you won't feel too aggrieved."
As he spoke, Lv Qing stretched out his black and yellow big hand, and tore open the woman's clothes, revealing a white...
"Ah..."
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, both shocked and angry, unable to express her embarrassment.
Yet her body felt helpless, standing up was strenuous.
As a lamb waiting for slaughter.
Damn.
Why must you keep throwing my name around?
Chen Ping suddenly laughed: "I was initially curious about your trick, wanting to see what that old fox Chang Sansi is really up to. Forget it, I've had enough, it ends here. You've sickened me."
Tang Sanliang and Lv Qing abruptly turned their heads.
Suddenly, the silhouette in a green dress standing nearby split into two, a gust of wind hit their faces.
Their breathing felt constrained.
The two shouted violently, striking simultaneously.
Lv Qing's pair of dark greenish hands abruptly enlarged.
A gust of fishy sweet wind roared forth, his eyes filled with malice.
"Such audacity."
Tang Sanliang, more cautious, aimed not for merit but safety...
His arms slightly opened and crossed, slicing through the air in front.
Two blade lights reflecting sunlight, chilling and freezing.
"Boom, boom..."
Two muffled sounds.
As Lv Qing who stood upright just imprinted the dark hand seal. In a blink, his arms broke into seven or eight sections, blood and bone splattered.
A hand gently pressed on his chest as if touching.
Bang...
Without a sound, the tall and thin bamboo-like figure flew several meters, crashing heavily against the courtyard wall, sliding down after a moment.
His chest bones completely caved in, and a blood-red hand seal appeared on the courtyard wall.
It was inflicted by Chen Ping's Cyan Dragon Emerges from the Water, directly breaking his arms and channeling force through bones, penetrating the chest.
Struggling to stand but falling again, he finally lay still, helplessly murmuring in disbelief, and his eyes widened.
Never did he expect the lamb in his eyes to be a white-headed tiger in disguise.
Without showcasing his renowned poisonous powders, he was directly killed.
On the other side, Tang Sanliang was faring better.
He didn't rely on poisonous palm skills like Lv Qing, but was cautious of Chen Ping's approach.
So, he didn't fight head-on...
His short blades flew to and fro like fluttering butterflies.
Cutting, winding, spinning, slicing... forming a storm in front.
Borrowing force, counteracting force, with soft and pliable hands, weaving a snare.
Trying to lock the opponent's offense and reverse the attack.
No plan mattered now, keeping alive was paramount.
The idea was right, but the reality differed.
Tang Sanliang's thoughts whirled, his peripheral vision catching Lv Qing, crashing like a ragdoll, amidst the blood shower. His hands trembled painfully, five or six fingers already broken.
His eyelids twitched, realizing the danger.
This indicated overwhelming opposing force, sensed intensely.
Upon contact, fingers were broken, blades shattered.
Blade shards shot like swarming locusts...
His body had already retreated in advance, arms slightly extended, leaping onto the courtyard wall.
Ready to spring and leap outside.
Yet, his legs felt limp, failing to muster strength.
The previously nimble and flexible form, now, slow like an old ox.
Unable to leap, unable to get away.
Looking down, he found himself riddled with tiny holes.
Strength rapidly waned, his vision blurred.
"You, you were plotting..."
Tang Sanliang squeezed words through gritted teeth, baffled.
Given such power, why hadn't it been shown sooner, why agree to this mission?
It made no sense.
If premeditated to assassinate, why wait until now?
"Not that early." Chen Ping withdrew his fist and stood still, the wind blowing his green robe, causing it to flutter, "I just suddenly didn't feel like playing along. I'm just puzzled why your hidden experts haven't intervened?"
Feeling displeased with their actions is one thing.
Discovering hidden experts is another.
Striking suddenly, eliminating the wings, then confronting the stronger foe is a good strategy.
Chen Ping remained inactive until delivering a thunderous attack.
Yet, he underestimated the growth of his own strength.
Upon striking unwittingly, discovered his power far exceeded estimation...
After marrow cultivation, a swing of a single arm, touting under two thousand pounds of force, was incredulous.
Well...
Shattering fine steel short sabers into fragments.
While his hands remained unscathed.
Am I already this strong?
Is this the prowess of the Marrow Cleansing Realm?
Amidst emerging pride from within Chen Ping...
Perhaps, maybe, I need not live so cautiously and could be more expressive.
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Seeking follow-up, everyone please open and view the latest chapter, don't put the book aside.
Without sufficient follow-up, beaten by the competition, may not even have recommendations, failing the opportunity to be published, thus forced to end prematurely.
Seeking support! Follow through, I'll aim for a tighter writing style...
Planning for this one to be lengthy and prolonged.
Grant the chance.