Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 131 Betrayal (Bonus chapter for Yong Su's Alliance Leader)
It's already noon.

The sun hung high overhead, large, red, and bright. This year's weather was truly abnormal. The Mid-Autumn Festival had passed, and there had been several days of torrential rain and a sharp drop in temperature, yet the sun was now exceptionally hot. Moisture rose from the ground and walls, and the entire Ningping County seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog.

Strange noises can be heard near the county government office.

A warm breeze blew by, thinning the fog considerably. Looking closer, one could see that Luo Tianyang was holding a dark, indistinct object, repeatedly swinging it around and slamming it heavily to the ground; the sound was coming from this. Getting a little closer, it became clearer that what Luo Tianyang was holding was a person… a dark-skinned man.

Ghost Whirlwind.

Everyone thought Luo Tianyang was a bit silly... well, okay, he really was a bit silly.

In fact, the six villains' guess was wrong. They thought Luo Tianyang was just a low-level martial artist, but they didn't know that Luo Tianyang... possessed superhuman strength. It was a brute force that even high-level martial artists would find difficult to withstand.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Before long, Ghost Whirlwind's body was no longer recognizable as human.

Clearly, Ghost Cyclone isn't as durable as Loki.

Near the West Gate, a scholar ran frantically through the alleyways of the residential area, his handsome face distorted by extreme fear. It was as if a vengeful ghost was chasing him—no, it wasn't a ghost, it was a woman even more terrifying than a ghost.

She was slender, and her face was veiled, so the scholar couldn't make out her features, but he could see her eyes, which were cold and ruthless, devoid of any warmth. She held a strand of hair in her hand, and beneath that hair was a head, a head exactly like the scholar's.

Admittedly, even under the blazing sun, such a scene is truly terrifying.

Where did this woman come from?

The brothers came to assassinate Luo Tianquan, but instead of Luo Tianquan, they encountered this strange and terrifying woman, who then decapitated the younger brother in a single exchange. How could such a terrifying expert exist in Ningping, a small county town? His legs moved frantically, his body drenched in sweat, yet he dared not pause for a moment, increasing his speed as he desperately tried to widen the distance between himself and the woman behind him.

However, it was all in vain. An indescribable anxiety overwhelmed him, almost driving the scholar mad.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Damn it, get out of my way!" the scholar yelled. He could have easily knocked the other man away, or even killed him, but... he didn't want to waste time on such a trivial matter.

The man seemed startled by his roar and instinctively looked over while turning his body to the side.

"Brother, why are you running so fast? Be careful not to fall," the man said, pursing his lips.

The well-intentioned reminder was ignored. The scholar lowered his head and sped up again, pushing himself to his absolute limit. His heart was pounding in his chest. Then, right before his eyes, a foot silently emerged from the side. The timing was perfect. A little later and the scholar would have vanished; a little earlier and he would have had a chance to dodge.

"grass!"

boom.

Hit it.

The scholar lunged forward.

A stone had appeared in the corner of the opposite wall sometime during the night.

There's a sharp point on the stone.

Snap.

Of all the bad luck, it hit him right on that corner of his head.

With a crisp sound, some red, white, viscous liquid gushed out from the scholar's head. His body twitched slightly like a dead fish, then remained motionless. He died from a fall; this was probably the most hasty death of a seventh-rank martial artist.

"Look, I told you to slow down and be careful not to fall, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're dead, aren't you? You regret it now." The man sighed, speaking with some regret, grabbed the scholar's hair, lifted his whole body up, and then shook his head up and down.

Yes, he nodded. It seems he regrets it.

He then looked at the woman chasing after him and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Big sister."

It was Luo Tianquan.

Although he had tricked and killed a seventh-grade expert, Luo Tianquan's face showed no sign of pride. On the contrary, his expression was rather solemn. He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the Luo family, his eyes revealing a hint of worry.
"I wonder how Mother is doing." ...

Luo Yuheng's bedroom was very quiet.

The room seemed to be filled with the aroma of incense burning every day, creating an alluring fragrance.

Li Qingyue glanced at the woman lying quietly on the bed, her eyes filled with envy. It wasn't actually incense, but Luo Yuheng's natural body fragrance, a light yet refreshing scent. She remembered how many young ladies and women in Dongling City had inquired about the sachet that the princess wore.

That's a fragrance that can't be replicated.

With a soft sigh, Li Qingyue walked to the window and drew the curtains with a whoosh.

The curtains used in this era were made of relatively rough and thick materials, and the room would be dark when the curtains were drawn.

Li Qingyue lit a candle, the flame flickering.

She didn't know why she was doing such a thing, just like her heart, which was complicated and chaotic.

Slowly, she walked to the window. Her soft shoes made no sound as they touched the ground. Her eyes were fixed on Luo Yuheng, her gaze filled with a struggle, then madness, and finally, intense hatred.

Li Qingyue knew that her time was short, and that Zhang Yan and Tao Yun would probably appear soon. She took a deep sniff and then slowly drew a dagger from her waist.

It's very short, only about half a foot.

Small and exquisite.

However, it is also extremely sharp.

His other hand gripped the knife handle tightly, his knuckles appearing to turn white.

"Luo Yuheng..."

"I have done nothing wrong to you."

"It was you...it was you who betrayed me."

She murmured, her voice cold and eerie, like a ghost.

With both hands exerting force simultaneously, the dagger plunged downwards towards Luo Yuheng's heart.

Ding!
The sound of metal clashing.

In an instant, Li Qingyue's expression changed drastically.

Luo Yuheng's originally soft chest became unimaginably hard, and the force of the rebound almost made Li Qingyue lose her grip on the hilt of the knife. Even the tip of the blade snapped off in the force of the impact.

What's happening here?
For a moment, Li Qingyue's head was buzzing.

The next second, Luo Yuheng, who had been lying motionless on the bed, slowly opened his eyes. His bright eyes stared silently at Li Qingyue, a look that made Li Qingyue's scalp tingle.

"You should aim for the head..."

Luo Yuheng sighed, sat up from the bed, reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick steel plate, which he casually threw on the ground with a clanging sound.

He shifted uncomfortably for a moment. Although the dagger was blocked, the impact still penetrated the steel plate and imprinted itself on his chest.

It looks like it's about to deform.

It hurts a little.

(End of this chapter)