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In the darkness, the Chancellor's sharp eyes swept over Old Madam's face, quickly losing the calculation in his gaze. He asked in a deep voice, "That person hasn't caused any trouble recently, has he?"
Old Madam was slightly taken aback but soon understood who he was referring to. "He is not Old General; he is merely a substitute. We provide for him, and he dares not be restless."
"When necessary, we still have to..." Jiang Huai made a killing gesture with his hand on his neck, his voice cold. "He knows too much; we cannot let him ruin our plans."
Old Madam felt somewhat dissatisfied with Jiang Huai's words. "Don't resort to killing at every turn. I am half-converted to Buddhism; Buddha does not favor bloodshed."
"Hmph!" Jiang Huai snorted coldly and disdainfully said, "Now you know about Buddhism? Who was it that sent people to assassinate Night Star everywhere and even killed his savior's entire family?"
For a moment, Old Madam was rendered speechless by Jiang Huai's words, her lips tightly closed as she glared at him fiercely.
"Don't glare at me. We are already on the verge of action; we cannot afford any mistakes," he said in an extremely cold voice, not giving Old Madam a chance to retort.
On the roof, a pair of sharp eyes watched the two people below through a gap. The expression was dark, hands clenched tightly, and brows furrowed. Mo Xier was so angry that she almost jumped down to kill the two inside.
It turned out that Mama Liu and Dog Egg's family were all killed by her; no wonder Night Star had been searching for so long without any leads. Who would have thought it was her own mother who did it?
No, it wasn't his mother; it was a heartless person. She never expected that Jiang Huai and Jiang Yu's ambitions were so great that they even found a fake Old General. It was truly detestable.
Helplessly, Night Star still had lingering thoughts about them, yet they were here discussing how to kill Night Star.
Suppressing her anger, Mo Xier slowly closed the tiles. Now was not the time to confront them; she needed to find Night Star as soon as possible.
But where was Boiling City? Damn it, being from another world, she knew nothing about this place's situation. Where could she go to look now?
Realizing this, Mo Xier dared not delay at all. She leaped down from the rooftop and disappeared into the darkness.
The next day, a beautiful woman wearing a Conical Hat appeared on the crowded streets, her long red dress shining like a flame under the sunlight.
A slender figure slowly moved through the market, wearing a conical hat that obscured her face. Anyone with such a physique must surely be beautiful.
Such a stunning person drew the attention of many in the market, and a few lewd men attempted to approach her, but they stopped in their tracks upon noticing the sword at her side.
Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, the woman walked up to a carriage driver and softly asked, "Brother, I would like to go to Boiling City. Could you take me there?"
The carriage driver felt a flutter of excitement when he saw the woman approaching, but his heart sank when he heard she wanted to go to Boiling City.
He looked at her with confusion. "Miss, Boiling City is several hundred miles from here, and there are often bandits lurking around. I advise you not to go."
The woman showed a worried expression. "Brother, my family is waiting for me in Boiling City. I am unfamiliar with the area; please help me get there!"
She then took out a gold ingot from her pocket and placed it in front of the driver, pleading, "Brother, don't worry about the money. This is just a deposit. If you take me to Boiling City, I will pay you two more gold ingots."
"Ah?" The driver's mouth dropped open in surprise, his honest face reflecting an impulse as if he had just found a windfall.
Although the road to Boiling City was long, one gold ingot was already quite generous. With two more added on top of that, it was more than he could earn in a year.
The driver finally softened at her words and smiled broadly. "Alright then, miss. It’s not safe for a young lady like you; I will take you along."
A smile finally broke across the woman's face as she gently said, "Thank you, brother."
The darkened sky held only a few stars twinkling faintly. Suddenly, a cold wind swept through, causing the tightly shut windows to creak.
A shadow appeared against the night backdrop, leaping down from a stronghold into the courtyard. The movement was light and made no sound upon landing.
The figure was wrapped tightly in black clothing that was impenetrable; only a pair of gleaming eyes were visible, blending seamlessly into the darkness.
Cold eyes scanned the courtyard before settling on a tightly closed house. A hand lifted slightly and beckoned, and soon after, over twenty individuals dressed similarly in black appeared beside him.
Acting swiftly, he descended to the back of the courtyard and slowly approached the direction pointed out by the leader. When he reached the door, the leader took out a bamboo tube from his bosom and exhaled smoke through the crack of the door.
The eyes in the darkness suddenly opened wide, and then he channeled his internal energy, emanating a chilling aura. His sharp gaze darted towards the entrance before he closed his eyes tightly again.
Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared above his head. He quickly twisted his body to evade the cold gleam of the sword, then raised his foot to kick away the black-clad man, and in a swift motion, landed on the ground.
The black-clad man was clearly taken aback; how could the person inside not be affected by the smoke?
Night Star's cold eyes surveyed the twenty or so individuals, instantly surrounding the small room tightly. With powerful internal energy flowing through him, he spoke with an icy tone like an arrow: "Who sent you?"
Such organization and discipline indicated that they were not ordinary assassins but rather professionally trained individuals. If there was no instigator behind this, these people would never have come to Boiling City to assassinate him.
The leading black-clad man exuded a murderous aura as he coldly replied, "Someone wants your life; just hand it over. Why so many questions?"
Night Star furrowed his brows tightly, a dangerous aura leaking from his face: "With just you all, you're not worthy!"
As if insulted, the black-clad man’s face darkened as he said in a low voice, "Then let’s see."
Before Night Star could say more, dozens of people rushed forward, their cold swords thrusting towards him. Due to the confined space, he couldn't maneuver freely. He dodged one of the stabbing swords and turned to break through a window.
As Night Star landed outside, black figures appeared again. Seeing the twenty or so black-clad men, his already grim face darkened further. Two more figures approached—one woman and one man.
Both exuded a chilling aura as they walked up to Night Star and asked in a cold voice, "Master, who are these people?"
"I don't know; leave one alive..."
Before he could finish speaking, three cold swords simultaneously lunged towards them. Night Star and his companions lifted their feet to kick away the swords. In one swift motion, he channeled his internal energy into his palm and struck fiercely at the black-clad man.
The black-clad man was hit by the gust of wind from Night Star's palm and spat out blood. Before he could react, Night Star seized the sword from his hand and thrust it viciously into his chest. Instantly, the man’s eyes widened in anger before losing all breath.
The figure in black and the other two acted decisively, taking on three opponents with ruthless methods, showing no mercy.
Night Star had trained for many years and had experienced several assassination attempts, but this wave was exceptionally powerful. Unlike previous attackers, their movements were swift and decisive, clearly capable of injuring Night Star.
The more he observed, the more alarmed he became. Who were these people that sought to take his life? They had even chased him into Boiling City.
Before Night Star could think further, a long sword was thrust toward him. Just as he was about to channel his internal energy, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood as the cold blade pierced his chest.
Night Star was taken aback and instinctively struck out at the figure in black. Like the figure, he clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.
"Master..."
"Master..."
Several voices echoed simultaneously. The figure in black looked at the sword embedded in Night Star's chest, a surge of furious anger igniting within. He moved even faster, giving no chance for anyone to retort.
In just a few exchanges, all the black-clad figures lay dead on the ground, leaving only one leader who was held by a woman. As the figure in black prepared to call for a doctor, he suddenly noticed the leader's movements and shouted, "He's going to commit suicide!"
The woman's reaction was quick; almost as soon as the words left the figure's mouth, she seized the leader's jaw and applied pressure, dislocating it and retrieving a black pill from beneath his teeth.
She slapped him hard across the face: "It's not that easy to die!"
The slap knocked off the cloth covering the leader's face, revealing five distinct handprints, indicating how forcefully she had struck him.
"Alright, Zhuque, don't worry about him for now. Lock him up; the master is our priority," another man with a cold expression advised as he stepped forward.
"Hurry, Baihu, stop the bleeding for the master!" The woman initially wanted to lash out but upon seeing Night Star's chest bleeding profusely like a waterfall, she cried out in panic.
This night felt exceedingly long for both the three figures in black waiting and for Night Star, who had already fallen Unconscious, as if a century had passed.
The long-absent dream reappeared in Night Star's mind, fragments flashing before him, piecing together bit by bit. He saw the White-Clad Woman.
He saw the White-Clad Woman nestled in his embrace, her face filled with happiness, and he lovingly said to her, "Cloud Pearl, let's go to the General's residence!"
The woman smiled lightly and slowly replied with a simple "Okay."
Clear memories surged in his mind like a tidal wave, intertwining and repeating. The same woman appeared with a cold and resentful expression, and the words, "Why don't you love me?" echoed in his mind.
Sweat dripped down his handsome face as he shook his head repeatedly, trembling all over. Zhuque stepped forward and checked Night Star's forehead, exclaiming, "Master has a fever."
She then stood up and sternly addressed the doctor who was preparing the prescription, "Why does he have a fever? Didn't you say it was due to internal energy reversal that caused him to be unconscious? So why is he burning up now?"
The doctor writing the prescription felt the woman's emotionless gaze and cold voice, causing him to shudder involuntarily. In an instant, the unfinished character he was writing was marred by a black ink blot.
"Night General was injured and didn't stop the bleeding in time. Excessive blood loss led to an invasion of cold energy in his body; it's normal for him to have a fever," the doctor stammered in fear.
"Zhuque, don't scare the doctor," Baihu said, shaking his head at the doctor's condition to calm the angry woman.
He then turned to the doctor and said, "Doctor, I apologize; she was just anxious. Please make sure to treat the General's injuries well."
"Of course, of course! I will prepare the prescription right away. After you brew it for him to take, his fever will subside by tomorrow morning," Baihu said gently, unlike the woman, which eased some of the pressure on the doctor.
"Thank you for your hard work, Doctor," Baihu said politely.
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