Chapter 133 - 103: Vast Cyan Bow Shoots the Snake Demon!

Chapter 133: Chapter 103: Vast Cyan Bow Shoots the Snake Demon!

Lou Tong died. Unable to withstand it, he succumbed to the poison. For a time, the entire Assistant Minister’s Mansion was shrouded in a hazy, gray sorrow.

That night.

A gentle breeze stirred again. The Assistant Minister’s Mansion was filled with the sound of wailing. Countless people stood before the main hall of the mansion. Leading them was a middle-aged Scholar who appeared to be in his forties.

He had a resolute face with bright eyes and a high nose bridge. Though his temples were lightly frosted by the years, it couldn’t conceal his steady, refined aura. The most striking feature was his eyebrows. They were exceptionally thick, adding a touch of firmness to his scholarly elegance.

At this moment, his expression was filled with grief, tears glistening faintly in his eyes. He looked at the coffin placed deep within the courtyard and said in a hoarse voice, "Lift the coffin! Send the young master back to Yangqi!"

Though Tong’Er was dead, fallen leaves should return to their roots. As his words fell, the miserable cries in the courtyard grew even louder. Looking around, all the servants were dressed in mourning clothes, weeping loudly with sorrowful expressions.

By then, all the agents of the Imperial City Department had already withdrawn. As the funeral procession slowly set off, Assistant Minister Lou and Mrs. Lou staggered behind, boarding a carriage with the help of the servants. The funeral procession of the Lou family stretched for ten miles.

Under the veil of night, an evening breeze swept through the courtyard of the Lou family’s mansion, the very scene of the crime. Aside from the porters guarding the entrance, the entire residence was completely deserted.

The spring winds of March brought forth the full fragrance of the peach blossoms. Even the darkness of night could not mask the scent of the blooming peach trees.

SNAP!

The sound of a footstep snapping a twig rang out. By the moonlight, a figure could faintly be seen slowly making its way into the courtyard. The figure appeared slender but moved without a sound, heading toward the room ahead at a remarkably fast pace. She slowly arrived at the study door and reached out to push it open.

Only after opening the door did she slowly raise her head, revealing a mesmerizingly alluring face. Her delicate features were striking, with the corners of her eyes tilting upward along her eyelashes, unreservedly exuding a seductive charm. A red mole at the corner of her eye added an extra touch of charm.

Pushing the study door open with a pale hand, she was about to step inside. However, a silent flash of cold light suddenly swept past. Her body tensed in an instant, and she dodged the glinting blade with a bizarre contortion.

THWACK!

Only then did the cold light pass through the gap between her and the door, piercing straight into the peach tree.

"Who is it?"

Her voice rang out, carrying a hint of seductive vigilance. As her willow-like brows furrowed, her charming eyes faintly glinted with a fierce light.

SWISH!

Another flash of cold light sparked. Without a second thought, she bent her knees slightly, and in the next moment, she sprang from her spot, landing right in the middle of the courtyard. Clearly, she had noticed the depths of the dark courtyard ahead. It was the source of the attack against her.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, she reached into her clothes and drew out a pair of pristine white daggers, gripping them tightly. The daggers were bathed in the moonlight, flashing with a chilling, heart-palpitating gleam.

"Come out."

Her voice was calm. She knew by now that this was a trap. She had walked right into it. But she didn’t panic in the slightest, because she knew that panicking would only make the situation harder to handle. So, she chose to face it calmly.

From the darkness came a rustling sound.

THUMP!

This was followed by the sound of someone kicking off the ground. A figure in white then drifted onto the roof like a Banished Immortal. She slowly looked up at the figure on the roof. Clad in white, his hair was peculiar—dry, yellow, and curly, resembling a lion on the plains.

Before he even spoke, his voice drifted through the air:

"With sword in hand, I laugh aloud, stepping out to roam the world!"

His voice was lingering, as if strolling through the night sky. Then, the figure on the roof slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of gentle eyes. Bai Ziqing’s face was calm. With a flick of his wrist, a Three-foot Cyan Blade slipped from his sleeve, pointing diagonally at the roof tiles. He looked at the alluring figure in the courtyard and continued,

"A soaring ambition to swallow the universe, a chivalrous spirit to brave the wind and frost!"

SWOOSH!

Bai Ziqing tapped the tips of his toes, leaping into the air from the roof and landing lightly in the courtyard.

"I am here specifically to invite you to your death."

As he spoke, a terrifying light slowly began to shimmer on his sword. Just the sight of that light was enough to send a chill down one’s spine. The slender woman did not act rashly; she merely looked at him indifferently.

"The Imperial City Department, Bai Ziqing?"

Bai Ziqing raised an eyebrow slightly, a feminine smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"The maid, Xiang Chun?"

After speaking, he slowly lifted his head, his radiant eyes meeting Xiang Chun’s seductive gaze.

"Or rather, the remnant of the Demon Race, the Cyan Viper?"

Silence.

The moment those words were spoken, the entire courtyard fell dead silent. Clearly, upon hearing Bai Ziqing’s words, Xiang Chun’s pupils contracted sharply. Without hesitation, she was the first to lose her composure, her figure lunging forward like a phantom.

SWISH!

The silent dagger struck like a venomous snake launching a fully charged attack in the dark of night. A faint jade-green mist seeped from the cold gleam of the blade. Dressed in white, Bai Ziqing’s gaze remained calm. Seeing Xiang Chun make her move, his lips curled into a smile as he said rather lazily,

"Turns out it’s just a little snake that has yet to undergo atavism."

With that, he nonchalantly swung the Three-foot Cyan Blade in his hand. It was hard to see exactly how he wielded it. One could only tell that his hand swung with the wind.