She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 305 - 304: Kill Me? You’re Not Worthy!

Chapter 305: Chapter 304: Kill Me? You’re Not Worthy!

"Kill me, and you think you’re worthy?"

Just as the Head of the Assassins lunged forward with his sword, Yan Wanqing lifted her foot and kicked straight into his chest, and the ropes that had bound her dropped to the ground.

She pulled off the cloth from her eyes and casually tossed it aside, her red lips curving slightly.

"It seems that nowadays, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to assassinate the Commandery Princess," Yan Wanqing said, rubbing her hands together and staring at the assassin, her peach blossom eyes filled with murderous intent. "Will you confess on your own, or shall we wait until we enter the Stormy Building?"

"What Stormy Building?" The Head of the Assassins felt he’d heard words he shouldn’t have.

Wasn’t that the number one assassination organization in the martial world?

Could it be...

The Head of the Assassins’ eyes widened.

In just the time it took to take a breath, the once empty alley was now occupied by two figures, one dressed in black and the other in red, a man and a woman.

"The left and right protectors of the Stormy Building, Yan Wanqing, you are—" The Head of the Assassins’ eyes bulged as he pointed at Yan Wanqing.

Hong Wu raised her long sword ready to strike off his finger: "How dare you!"

"Wait," Yan Wanqing raised her hand to stop her. "Spare his life."

"Being an assassin as well, you should know the rules of the martial world!" The Head of the Assassins still held on to the code of honor among the martial artists, gritting his teeth as he looked at Yan Wanqing.

He hadn’t anticipated stumbling upon such a formidable opponent.

Now with both protectors here, the brothers he had left behind to clean up were likely in a dire situation.

Regret flashed through his eyes.

He really shouldn’t have taken this job.

"I won’t kill you," Yan Wanqing said slowly. "Go back to your employer and tell them that in half a month at most, I, Yan Wanqing, will personally avenge this attempt."

The Head of the Assassins watched her warily: "You want to follow me to find your way there?"

"Not too dumb," Hong Wu chuckled lightly on the side.

"Over my dead body!"

"Sorry, but you don’t have the right to refuse right now. If you don’t do as I say, starting now, every time you resist, I’ll have Red Buddha’s Hand use one of your brothers to refine medicine," Yan Wanqing said, in no rush whatsoever.

The Head of the Assassins froze: "Red Buddha’s Hand?" In addition to the leader of the Stormy Building, there was also the poison master Red Buddha’s Hand amongst these people?

Just what kind of immortals were this group?

Just then, Yan Lingzhen came running over, gasping for breath with the smell of blood on her, moving fast along the alleyway. This scene, which should have been innocent and romantic, now looked extremely eerie in the eyes of the Head of the Assassins.

"Sister, why do you speak my name in front of outsiders?" Yan Lingzhen pouted petulantly, her small hand reaching straight for Yan Wanqing. "Xiaoliu is young and doesn’t want others to look at Xiaoliu with colored glasses."

The Head of the Assassins: "...Maybe you should just kill me."

"Why would we kill you? Wouldn’t keeping you for making medicine be delightful?" Yan Lingzhen’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

The Head of the Assassins sneered: "A warrior can be killed, but not humiliated!" Clenching his sword, he prepared to fight for his life one more time.

But just as he stood up straight, he suddenly froze, and then blood began to seep from his seven orifices.

"What’s going on?!" Yan Wanqing frowned.

The Head of the Assassins couldn’t speak anymore. His once towering body now shrank bit by bit, finally turning into a pool of blood and vanishing within the black nightwear.

Yan Lingzhen quickly pulled back Yan Wanqing, who wanted to step forward to investigate: "Sister, don’t go!"

A red centipede crawled out from the pool of pus and blood, lunging towards Shen Shuyun who had fainted on the ground!

Piji acted swiftly, slicing it in two with his sword.

The red centipede struggled a few times on the ground before finally dying.

At this moment, both Yan Wanqing and Yan Lingzhen had grave expressions on their faces. They exchanged glances and saw the seriousness in each other’s eyes.

It was Poisonous Insect Poison!

...

"What?!" The teacup fell with a clatter.

In the inner chamber lit with sandalwood incense, Wu Zhen looked at Cui Zhi incredulously: "Say that again."

"The mission failed, that organization is gone," Cui Zhi said again, her head lowered.

Wu Zhen felt all her strength drain away as she collapsed, sitting in front of the temple.

"How on earth is Yan Wanqing some kind of demon or specter? An entire organization was sent after her and they couldn’t even scratch her?"

Cui Zhi shook her head: "Aside from some minor injuries, the Yan Family people didn’t really have any major issues."

"Useless! What kind of trash did you hire?" Wu Zhen concluded that the failure was due to Cui Zhi hiring incompetent people.

Cui Zhi turned pale: "I hired the second largest assassin organization, next to the Stormy Building."

"Why didn’t you hire the Stormy Building?"

Cui Zhi bit her lower lip, somewhat ashamed: "The Stormy Building charges too much."

"How much could it be?" Wu Zhen sneered, "Can’t our grand Northern Border Marquis Residence afford it?"

"The price for Yan Wanqing’s head is worth a fortune in gold." She had asked around; even after comparing, the second largest assassin organization was the most cost-effective.

A fortune in gold...

Wu Zhen fell silent upon hearing this.

The entire Marquis Residence couldn’t even cough up a fortune in gold.

"How could it be so expensive?!"

Cui Zhi shook her head: "I don’t know."

"Didn’t you go to ask? How can you not know!" Wu Zhen was truly disappointed with Cui Zhi’s capacity to handle matters.

Cui Zhi looked innocent: "The Stormy Building said they couldn’t disclose that."

"They want a fortune in gold and they won’t even tell the buyer why it’s so expensive, what kind of operation is the Stormy Building running!" Wu Zhen cursed angrily.

Cui Zhi said earnestly and loyally: "The business of killing people."

Wu Zhen: "...shut your mouth."

"Yes."

After a good while, Wu Zhen finally regained her composure: "Where has Young Marquis gone off to? I haven’t seen him for two days."

"He should be out handling the jade stone business; I estimate he will return to the residence within a day," Cui Zhi reported.

Thinking about how her last meeting with Huai Yu ended on a bad note, Wu Zhen felt a bit remorseful.

"She’s had a hard time these past days. When she comes back, make her some chicken soup to replenish her," Wu Zhen said.

Cui Zhi nodded in agreement.

Wu Zhen finally felt somewhat better: "Go and continue bargaining with the Stormy Building, see if the price can be lowered. A fortune in gold is definitely out of question, but we can muster some hundreds. As long as we don’t allow Yan Wanqing to come to the Northern Border, it doesn’t necessarily mean we need her head to fall to the ground."

Upon receiving Wu Zhen’s orders, Cui Zhi hurried out to see it done.

Within a day, Hong Wu had relayed this message to Yan Wanqing.

At that moment, she was sitting in the courtyard enjoying the cool air.

"That woman, dressed all in black and clearly a martial artist with considerable skills, came over." Hong Wu said, "She must be the one who had paid the assassins to attempt to kill us before."

Yan Wanqing reclined in her rocking chair, head tilted back, gazing at the moon above.

The assassination attempt from the other day had truly been a scare, especially for the women.

Shen Shuyun hadn’t dared to be alone since then.

Her mother, Sun Qinglian, her cousin Sun Hongxuan, Xiaoqi, Yan Zizhuo, and others had also sustained some injuries, whether small or large.

"It’s such a pity about the assassin from before; he was actually afflicted with the Poisonous Insect Poison, and died from the poison as soon as the mission failed." Hong Wu said regretfully, "Otherwise, we could have traced back to them directly."

Yan Wanqing extended her hand, forming a circle in the air to frame the moon within it.

"How far are we from the Northern Border Marquis Residence?" she asked.

Hong Wu paused for a moment, then promptly replied, "Less than seven days’ journey. With a swift horse and urgent travel, it could be reached in three days."

"Prepare for our departure tomorrow in secret," Yan Wanqing said softly, "Announce to the outside that I have been gravely wounded in this assassination attempt and need to stay in Xiangcheng for recovery and healing."

Right now, she was exceedingly intrigued by the gu poison of the Northern Border.