On a rainy night, Fang Bie and Xue Ling walked across the slippery rooftop, light and swift like two black cats in the rain.
No further conversation took place along the way.
The assassination went smoothly, remarkably smoothly.
Whether it was Yue Pingshan's sudden appearance or Ning Huaiyuan's strength, which far exceeded Xue Ling's expectations—in a head-on battle, Ning Huaiyuan would be equivalent to a third-rank martial arts master, capable of releasing his inner energy to kill enemies from a distance, and possessing exquisite swordsmanship, making him a formidable opponent. Furthermore, he possessed the influence of several schools of thought and possessed a cautious and cunning personality, making him a truly formidable opponent.
However, Fang Bie mastered the assassination's rhythm from beginning to end, his appearance was impeccable, and he grasped his role perfectly. Most importantly, from beginning to end, Ning Huaiyuan remained unaware that Fang Bie was an assassin sent to kill him.
This was a truly formidable assassination skill. Perhaps Fang Bie's greatest strength was that he never forgot the words "I am an assassin" were written on his forehead.
He also clearly understood the relationship between Yue Pingshan and Ning Huaiyuan, appearing at the perfect moment during their clash and even managing to quietly rescue Yue Pingshan. Of course, this was largely due to Yue Pingshan's strong desire to survive, allowing him to escape Ning Huaiyuan's clutches.
Otherwise, if Ning Huaiyuan had truly killed Yue Pingshan, Fang Bie would certainly not have intervened.
His intervention was limited to opening the door and disrupting Ning Huaiyuan's momentum.
Furthermore, could Fang Bie have been instrumental in Yue Pingshan's discovery of the mountain temple?
After all, upon entering, Yue Pingshan had stated that it was the location someone had told him about.
So, perhaps Fang Bie had already known about Ning Huaiyuan's arrival in Luocheng, but had held back, perhaps even actively luring Yue Pingshan to his destination.
If Yue Pingshan had acted decisively and killed Ning Huaiyuan himself, Fang Bie would have been using a borrowed knife to kill him, effectively completing his mission.
However, if Yue Pingshan couldn't defeat Ning Huaiyuan, then at least he could have tested Ning Huaiyuan's weaknesses, making the assassination easier for Fang Bie. As
Xue Ling walked along, she recalled the assassination attempt.
The outcome had gone smoothly, with virtually no complications. Ning Huaiyuan, a skilled martial artist and meticulously crafted, was ultimately killed by a simple piece of steel wire, his body completely dissolved by Fang Bie's corpse-dissolving powder. A truly tragic death, left without a burial.
It seemed so simple, but how much preparation had Fang Bie made behind the scenes?
What kind of intelligence network did he maintain in Luocheng, allowing him to easily track down Ning Huaiyuan's whereabouts in disguise?
He also set the stage in advance. Since he planned to carry out the assassination at the Mountain God Temple, he'd used it as his main stage. What if Ning Huaiyuan didn't come?
Wouldn't all his efforts have been in vain?
Add to that Yue Pingshan's tactical tactics.
At that moment, Xue Ling felt completely redundant.
After all, Fang Bie could have single-handedly led the entire assassination operation, and she was merely helping him out, planning the route back and forth. Such a job?
But on second thought, this kind of work is what Feng Chi should do.
Xue Ling bit her lip lightly.
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...
When she reached the outer wall of the Ecstasy Inn, she could clearly see the light on the second floor and the silhouette of the woman reflected on the window paper.
"Is that Sister Ping?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.
It was almost four o'clock at this time, already deep in the night, and He Ping was still there, which made Xue Ling feel warm in her heart.
Fang Bie turned around and gestured to her to silence her. Xue Ling could only nod.
Like two cats, the two of them leaped into the courtyard of the Ecstasy Inn, silently, Fang Bie in front, Xue Ling behind. They entered the inn's second floor. Outside the door of the room, Fang Bie spoke respectfully, "Sister Ping, I'm back."
His voice was soft, calm, polite, and even more respectful.
"Come in," He Ping said from inside the room.
Fang Bie walked in, and Xue Ling thought for a moment before following.
Inside, He Ping was sitting at the table. Beneath the oil lamp, the proprietress, no more than thirty, with long, black hair and a silver hairpin slanting through her hair, was pouring two glasses of wine on the table.
"Drink first," He Ping said, looking up after finishing. Fang Bie stepped forward and drank from a full glass, the bottom of the glass shining. Xue Ling stepped forward behind Fang Bie and also drank from a full glass.
The wine was spicy and strong, completely different from the Fenjiu they had drunk that night.
But Xue Ling didn't show any expression or reaction.
"How is the mission?" He Ping continued.
Fang Bie was about to speak when He Ping looked at him and shook a finger, "Hive Wing, answer."
In the hive, the bee stings were the executors of the assassination mission, but similarly, the bee wings were assistants and observers, or bystanders and watchers.
The bee wings rarely intervened in direct assassinations, so when reporting on the mission, the bee wings, observing from the shadows, were the ones who had the ability to report the overall situation.
Although Xue Ling felt that Fang Bie was fully capable of handling the work of the bee wings and bee stings, after experiencing this assassination mission.
But now, Xue Ling answered seriously, "Mission accomplished, Ning Huaiyuan has been successfully assassinated. Ning Huaiyuan's body has been treated with corpse powder, but we have obtained a personal token from Ning Huaiyuan as proof of the assassination's success."
As he spoke, Xue Ling removed the wristband sword that Fang Bie strangely called a Rolex and placed it on the table.
Meanwhile, Xue Ling removed the bag from her back, revealing the remaining items Fang Bie had looted from Ning Huaiyuan. As previously mentioned, this included a bag of small silver and copper coins, a stack of banknotes, two elixirs, a secret manual, and a box of hidden weapon needles.
Ning Huaiyuan was truly well-armed, and even more chilling, considering he was a Huashan disciple, forsaking his sword in favor of a flexible blade like the Rolex.
"This is the entire haul from the assassination. Among them was the captured Yinghuo Sword, Yue Pingshan's sword. However, Fang Bie felt it was inappropriate to provoke an enemy with the Huashan Sect, so he spared Yue Pingshan and left the sword with him."
He Ping nodded. "Very good. The Beehive is currently under investigation by the imperial court, so it's best not to make too many enemies in the martial arts world. "
Xue Ling, on her part, was taken aback. "Sister Ping, aren't you going to ask about our assassination?"
The details of the assassination were indeed flawed, but the ending was so smooth and beautiful that if she didn't describe it to He Ping, it would have felt like a scene of embellished clothing at night.
After all, Fang Bie was truly He Ping's disciple.
But—when He Ping herself was an assassin, was she also this incredibly steady?
But He Ping shook her head: "The most boring thing in this world is the process of killing."
"I'm not interested in knowing."
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