Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 45 Face
Pei Xia strode across the courtyard, and Ye Lu came to meet her with his sword drawn.

"How's it going?"

"This is bad. Yang Xu has already blocked the door with his men and is demanding that we hand over the young mistress."

"Besides the Feathered Army, was he the only one there?"

"There are also a few cultivators from the Holy Palace, and people from the Insect and Bird Bureau."

The officials from the Palace of the Holy Guard and the Bureau of Insects and Birds have arrived together.

Sure enough, everything was just as Pei Xi had said.

Pei Xia paused for a moment, then turned to look at Ye Lu: "Can Xu Shangxin ride a horse?"

Ye Lu was taken aback, not understanding Pei Xia's meaning for a moment, but still subconsciously nodded and replied, "Yes, the academy has equestrian classes."

"Go prepare two horses, and load them with water and dry rations," Pei Xia said, then asked, "Where's Lu Li?"

"Watching the excitement from the front gate."

"Okay, go and do your work."

After saying that, Pei Xia picked up the three-foot-long iron rod and hurried towards the front door.

Before the sun had set, its golden-red light bathed the vast and majestic city of Beijing Normal University.

The inner city was filled with dignitaries, and the streets were sparsely populated. The once spacious gate of the Prime Minister's residence was now filled with soldiers in bright armor.

The Feathered Army is the Northern Imperial Guard. They are distinguished by the color of the feathers on their helmets. The most elite Gold Feathers are stationed in the Imperial Palace, Silver Feathers are responsible for the defense of the inner city, and Bronze Feathers are responsible for the defense of the outer city.

The inner city guards, with their silver feathers adorning their heads, were completely surrounding the Prime Minister's residence.

To mobilize these people, one must either be the Princess Luan Ling, the Left and Right Feather Guard Generals, or the Military Supervisor Xie Zu.

In short, it couldn't be Yang Xu.

But today, it was him who came.

This Ministry of Revenue official, with his small eyes and big mouth, also showed off his military prowess today. Wearing ill-fitting armor, he rode on a large horse and looked at the "Pei Residence" plaque on the gate of the Prime Minister's residence with a sneer.

He spat.

"Yang Xu! How dare you! Do you know where you are?!"

Seeing his contempt and disrespect, Xu Shangxin angrily questioned him: "If it weren't for the master's promotion, would you be where you are today?"

Yang Xu grinned, a hint of provocation on his round face: "Isn't it just that damned Pei mansion? I, Lord Yang, came here today specifically for that."

He dared not say "Prime Minister's Residence," because Prime Minister's Residence referred to Pei Xi.

The "Pei Mansion" of today refers to Pei Xia.

"As for Prime Minister Pei's kindness in promoting me, I dare not forget it," Yang Xu said, cupping his hands in a perfunctory gesture. "That's why I'm here to arrest you."

"Nonsense!" Xu Shangxin's eyes reddened.

In the month since Pei Xi's death, she has suffered a lot of grievances, both inside and outside the mansion. There are people she doesn't like but has to deal with, and things she doesn't want to do but has to accept.

But she could not accept such a vicious frame-up.

Yang Xu chuckled coldly.

It didn't matter to him; he didn't care what Xu Shangxin thought or said, because she couldn't change anything.

These are the rules of the game at Beijing Normal University City.

When Luo Xian calls out "Young Master Pei," even if Yang Xu is a favorite of His Highness, he will be trampled underfoot by Pei Xia.

When Luo Xian ordered him to lead troops to the Pei residence to arrest people, all those young masters and mistresses of the Prime Minister's mansion were just rubbish.

He stroked the riding crop in his hand and looked up at the mansion again: "What, hasn't your dear husband arrived yet? Could it be that he's so scared that he's wet his pants in bed?"

Yang Xu thought that he could take Xu Shangxin away right now, and that the few guards at the gate of the mansion would not be able to stop him.

He was deliberately waiting, waiting for Pei Xia.

Yang Xu was like that. He came from poverty and lowliness, but he didn't have a trace of simplicity. Instead, he was particularly fond of his appearance.

A few days ago, right here in the Prime Minister's residence, in front of everyone, he was trampled underfoot by Pei Xia.

He must get that face back today!
"Did he run away?"

Yang Xu licked his lips, awkwardly climbed off the horse, walked to Xu Shangxin, and craned his neck to look behind her: "If he really ran away..."

His small eyes gleamed with malice as he stared at Xu Shangxin in front of him: "Then I'll have to get my face from his wife." As he spoke, he reached out to pinch Xu Shangxin's fair cheek.

However, Xu Shangxin had been practicing martial arts for the past few days and had already gained some skill. She deftly parried Yang Xu's arm and then slapped him across the face.

The girl took two steps back, panting nervously, and said, "Get out!"

Yang Xu, who had just been slapped, was stunned for a moment, then nodded and began to sneer.

Good, good, they're truly a perfect match.

"What time do you think it is now?!"

Yang Xu pulled out his riding whip, raised his hand, and lashed it across Xu Shangxin's face!
The whip lashed out, creating a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

But it was caught in mid-air by another hand.

Pei Xia has arrived.

Through the whip, he stared at Yang Xu's round face: "What time is it now?"

Yang Xu's strength was naturally not as good as Pei Xia's. He tried to pull on his whip a few times, but he couldn't budge it at all.

He could only look up at the face that had kept him up for several sleepless nights: "What, did you wash the wet pants?"

Pei Xia laughed: "Why do you always seem so smug and fearless whenever I see you?"

Last time, he thought Pei Xia wouldn't dare to touch him.

This time, he still felt the same way.

"I am here on the orders of Princess Luan to arrest a wanted traitor. What, do you dare to obstruct me?"

Yang Xu was waiting for Pei Xia.

As he spoke, he seemed to want to press his face against Pei Xia's, to show this little brat just how arrogant he was.

What? You're saying this is your fiancée? You're saying you're the son of the Prime Minister?

so what?
If I don't smash all your self-righteousness to pieces, how can I say I've gotten back the face I lost?
Yang Xu chuckled smugly, then said, "You think you have cultivation? You think you can fight? Come on, sir, I'll lend you the guts, hit me!"

Pei Xia turned around and looked at Xu Shangxin, whose eyes still held a trace of panic. She said to the girl with great puzzlement, "I've never heard of such a request in my life."

Then he raised his foot and kicked Yang Xu in the stomach!

Pei Xia's physique has been reshaped, reaching the peak of innate perfection. Even without using spiritual power, this kick is enough to kick the Minister of the Household out of the Prime Minister's residence!
The official's brocade robe flew out smoothly, landed on the steps, rolled several times, and finally hit the boots and armor of a Feathered Army soldier with a dull thud.

Yang Xu couldn't get up immediately; he curled up on the ground like a worm, occasionally twitching.

The nearby Feathered Soldiers looked at each other through their masks, unsure whether they should help their master.

The adult tried very hard, enduring the excruciating pain in his abdomen, and slowly got up from the ground.

His clothes were torn, and his body and face were covered in bruises and blood. He had a cut on his mouth and blood was flowing from his nose down to his chin.

He raised his hand, his fingertips trembling as he pointed at Pei Xia.

This little brat, he really dares to make a move?

Did he realize that this was not simply beating up a court official? He was obstructing the arrest of a criminal, blocking the Feathered Army, and protecting a traitor!
"you you……"

Yang Xu noticed the gazes around him.

Ever since he came to Beishi City from his hometown, he has been very sensitive to the gazes of others.

He knew that everyone was watching him, watching how pathetic he looked.

Yang Xu desperately wanted to say something to save face, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a churning pain shot through his stomach, followed by a choking sound.

"vomit!"

He started vomiting.

The filth splattered onto the ground, causing the Feathered Army soldiers standing nearby to frown.

Lord Yang was in great pain, and he reached out to help the soldier beside him.

But perhaps because the vomit was so disgusting, the soldier took a step back.

So, in front of everyone.

Yang Xu fell headfirst into his own vomit.

(End of this chapter)