Chарtеr 23 (7/18)
Zi Yi’s usuаl gеntlеnеss and elеgаnсе vаnished comрlеtely. А fiercе glint flаshеd in hеr еуes as shе pierced her own аrms with shаrp fingеrnails, lеtting twо strеаms of blооd flоw dоwn hеr snow-whitе arms. With bloodstаinеd hands, shе removed а hairpin frоm her hair, рluсkеd thе реаrls from it onе bу onе, аnd сlenсhed thеm in hеr palm.
Веforе her opрonents cоuld rеаct, Zi Yi’s rоbes fluttered аs shе sоarеd оntо thе rооf. Waving hеr hаnds, she shоt the blоod-soаked реаrls in all dirесtiоns. Тhe guards on thе roof, armed with Mоuntain Crushers, tumblеd down onе aftеr аnothеr, their lips deathly black, bleeding from all seven orifices.
Yun Weishan shielded Gong Ziyu: “Young Master, be careful. Her blood is highly poisonous.”
Gong Ziyu pulled Yun Weishan behind him: “I have the Hundred Herbs Extract. It’s you who should be careful.”
Zi Yi descended gracefully, landing in front of the two: “I often wonder, Yun Weishan, with your skills and clever mind, how could you only be a Chi?”
Yun Weishan replied, “Among Chi, Mei, Wang, and Liang, the higher you climb, the more blood stains your hands.”
Zi Yi raised her own hands and laughed: “But the blood I stain is my own—” Before she finished speaking, she lunged forward.
Yun Weishan wielded a sword, Gong Ziyu a blade, while Zi Yi met the sword’s edge barehanded, utterly unbothered. The more blood there was, the more exhilarated she became.
Yun Weishan felt dizzy, with a pressing sensation in her chest: “The smell of blood in the air is growing stronger… I… Young Master Yu, she’s deliberately injuring herself!”
Gong Ziyu’s blade left a deep gash on Zi Yi’s shoulder, blood gushing out. Zi Yi wiped her palm over the wound, coating it in blood, then grabbed the back of Gong Ziyu’s blade with her bare hand. Her blood-soaked palm struck Gong Ziyu’s chest, knocking him to the ground.
Gong Ziyu tried to stand up immediately but suddenly felt weak all over, as if his entire body were burning.
“You… how could this be! Why am I poisoned…”
Zi Yi laughed maniacally: “It’s not poison… it’s Gu.”
Yun Weishan cried out anxiously, “Young Master, are you all right?” But Gong Ziyu was in too much pain to speak.
Yun Weishan trembled slightly, angrily pointing her sword at Zi Yi in a ready stance. However, Zi Yi’s hands were covered in deadly poison, every drop of blood a hidden weapon. The slightest carelessness would lead to an attack. Zi Yi, consumed by bloodlust and nearing madness, struck with lethal force, leaving Yun Weishan barely able to defend herself.
At this critical moment, Han Ya Si suddenly appeared from the side, thrusting his sword at Zi Yi. To evade his strike, Zi Yi had to withdraw her palm, her Palm Wind narrowly grazing Yun Weishan.
Yun Weishan looked at Han Ya Si in surprise: “Why did you come…”
Her heart felt as if pierced by a blade, a tumult of emotions swirling within.
Five nights ago, she had left the Myriad Flowers Pavilion. Han Ya Si had clearly followed her out, seen the secret letter she handed to a vendor to deliver into the House of Gong, yet he hadn’t intervened. Instead, he had called out to Yun Weishan in a narrow alley.
The alley was empty, with only Yun Weishan and Han Ya Si facing each other.
Han Ya Si asked, “Have you made up your mind?”
“I have.”
Han Ya Si fell silent for a long time, his eyes actually reddening.
“Then go.”
Yun Weishan was greatly surprised: “You’re letting me go?”
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