After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

The next moment, accompanied by a desperate cry, Tang Li, like a frightened deer driven to the brink of death, rushed straight out of the wall that had been concealing them, completely exposing herself to the archers' attack range.

She was unharmed. Just as Tang Li had expected, the arrows did not hit her.

The archer's nerves were stretched to the limit. At this moment, he feigned an attack, the bowstring twanged but the arrow did not fly. He was deceiving the woman, telling her that the arrow had already been shot at the crying little girl who was rushing out. At this moment, the old arrow had been fired but the new arrow had not been replaced, which was the best time for her to rush out of the restaurant!

The little girl's lips curled up subtly.

At that moment, the archer saw everything downstairs, but ignored everything upstairs. All his senses were focused on guarding against the woman about to rush out with the little girl; he was unaware—

An extremely soft sound, followed by a fierce flash of a blade.

Before the scream could be uttered and the person could turn around, blood splattered, and the person collapsed, the bow falling to the ground.

Little did he know, the woman had been hiding behind him all along!

Even in death, the archer never knew who had killed him.

Tang Li slowed her pace, stopping at the door to calm her breathing and heartbeat. Before her was an empty hallway, but she could also see the woman running downstairs, rushing to meet her.

Tang Li blinked, and the little Tang Li figure hidden on the woman's shoulder disappeared. When she raised her eyes again, the little girl's eyes were still clear and bright.

When the woman entered the foyer, she was met with a pair of calm and unfathomable eyes.

She smiled, and at this moment, when she was only one step away from freedom, the woman stopped, clasped her hands in a fist salute to the little girl, and performed the most unrestrained yet solemn salute among martial arts practitioners.

"I am deeply grateful for your help, young lady. I can only repay you with my life. My name is Lian Sheng. May I ask your honorable name, young lady?"

Wow.

She was talking to her in adult language.

The little girl couldn't help but smile, but the smile added a touch of childlike innocence to her usually composed face. She mimicked the gesture by clasping her hands in return, saying, "My name is Tang Li."

Tang Li stepped forward and forcefully pushed open the door of Fengman Restaurant.

The spring night breeze carried in fresh air, diluting the stench of blood and bringing a touch of gentle, untamed vitality.

Tang Li turned around and looked at the restaurant, which was littered with countless corpses. But at this moment, all she saw was the woman's tired figure and still bright eyes, and a small dog sneaking up from not far behind her, silently tearing at the meat pie, and it still succeeded.

Tang Li involuntarily curved her eyes into a smile, letting this scene wash away the bloodlust in her mind.

"Let's go," she said clearly. The night breeze gently stirred her clothes.

"You are free, Lian Sheng."

On the other side. "Jie Bailing".

The two are still fighting.

There were many onlookers, but no one could get a hand in. Their gazes shifted from wariness to shock, and finally to admiration. Everyone craned their necks, their eyes filled with longing, wishing they could learn even a move or two, regardless of which of the two they were learning from.

Fang Yingjie ignored the guards' advice and joined the crowd. He was capable of protecting himself, and tonight's events were clearly closely related to the main quest of the dungeon. Therefore, he naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to watch two of the four great assassins of the martial arts world compete.

"Why is my nephew here too?" A helpless sigh followed by a friendly chuckle. "Knowing you're the target of that 'sand,' you're incredibly bold, aren't you?"

"If my nephew really gets hurt here, how am I supposed to explain this to your father?"

Although her words carried a hint of reproach, she handled the situation perfectly, without appearing condescending or lecturing, but rather gently expressing affection.

Fang Yingjie turned around and saw that Sect Leader Qin was slowly approaching, smiling at him with a nonchalant air.

Unlike their previous meeting, he was not surrounded by a group of bloated elders, but only accompanied by two young men carrying swords.

Fang Yingjie recalled the information Tang Li had told him: the person who orchestrated this was an elder from the "Jie Bailing" sect. The fact that Sect Master Qin was here now could only mean that he had swiftly and decisively dealt with that elder's faction.

"Good method." Fang Yingjie thought to himself, a feeling of envy rising in his heart. If the foolish leaders in his original world could be so efficient, he wouldn't have to work so many overtime hours in his ordinary life.

"With Uncle Qin here, who would dare to really hurt my nephew?" Fang Yingjie greeted him with a smile. "I have always longed to be one of the four great assassins of the martial arts world. Tonight is a rare opportunity, so Uncle Qin, please grant me this chance."

Sect Leader Qin sighed and shook his head, feigning helpless indulgence, and tacitly approved. Then, looking at the two locked in combat, he asked, "Nephew, who do you think will win?"

The answer to this question is obvious. Even Fang Yingjie's guards were thinking to themselves, how could they possibly boost the morale of others and diminish their own? Being in "Jiebailing", the answer was naturally that Coach Han would win.

Fang Yingjie laughed and said, "No one will win."

To demonstrate some sophisticated social skills to ancient martial arts practitioners.

He turned his head to look at the unassuming face of Sect Leader Qin amidst the astonished gazes behind him, and said, "Uncle Qin is the one who won."

"If there's anyone else, it's Yingjie who was lucky enough to win once thanks to Uncle Qin."

Inside the arena, the two assassins were evenly matched, but outside, the elders and others who manipulated "Sand" had been captured. The winner was Sect Master Qin, and the winners were "Jie Bailing" and the Iron Calculation Sect, who thwarted the opponent's conspiracy.

Sect Leader Qin chuckled and pointed a finger at Fang Yingjie from afar: "You little rascal, you seem quiet all the time, but you always know how to say the sweetest things!"

"If only my brat were even half as sensible as you..."

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted to the rooftop, and upon closer listening, his face immediately darkened.

"—King Zhou of Han!"

King Zhou of Han was genuinely happy.

He couldn't help but laugh as he fought, and his laughter reached the ears of Sect Master Qin. No one in the sect was his match anymore; finally, he had met his equal, and this fight was incredibly exhilarating!

But "Sand" stared wide-eyed, its anger and fear gnawing at his heart, making him feel as if blood was about to drip from his eyes.

He wasn't exactly a bright person to begin with. At this moment, he only knew that the actual developments were not consistent with the plans he had been given, but he couldn't tell whether it was a mistake in Steward Ouyang's calculations or whether they had never told him the truth in the first place, and now it was another round of scheming against him.

What is true and what is false? Should we still kill the young sect leader? Even if he does kill the young sect leader, can Steward Ouyang really keep her promise?

Where are his wife and children?

—What happened to his wife and children?!