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Chapter 160 You Talk Too Much Nonsense
"Good! I'm relieved!" Han Fei had just breathed a sigh of relief when Zhang Liang changed the subject: "But Brother Lin... might not follow the usual path."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Tian had already crouched down, lightly tapping Li Wu's forehead with his index finger, and whispered, "Divine Power—Withered Trees Rejuvenate!"
In an instant, wisps of emerald light emanated from his fingertips, darting like living snakes into the bloody hole in Li Wu's chest—
The green light was filled with a warm vitality, which even made those who had practiced martial arts for many years around them feel a jolt: their heartbeats suddenly became clear, their blood vessels resonated faintly, as if their fingertips were touching life itself.
The green light meandered down the wound, like a stream flowing into a river, slowly spreading over Li Wu's limbs and bones...
In that instant, everyone's pupils contracted sharply—their mouths opened wide enough to fit an egg, and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The gruesome gash on Li Wu's chest was slowly healing at an astonishing speed, the flesh writhing and contracting like a living thing; a newborn heart was beating again in her chest cavity, thump, thump, thump—steady and powerful; dark red blood gushed out, and fine blood vessels stretched out like vines, meandering and flowing between the muscles.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the bloody hole had completely closed, leaving only a faint pink mark. Suddenly, Zi Nu called out, "Gentlemen, please turn your backs!"
Han Fei and the others naturally understood and stepped aside. Even Wushuang Gui had his eyes covered by Yan Lingji with one hand and the back of his head firmly pressed down with the other.
Only one person remained unmoved—Lin Tian.
At this moment, he is a healer, not a bystander.
Then, a long, soft breath escaped, followed by a few weak but clear coughs. Everyone was stunned: The dead man... had really been brought back to life? The man whose heart had been shattered into dust was now breathing again!
Han Fei's throat tightened, and his eyes welled up with tears—how could he ever repay this debt? How much did the Korean treasury actually receive in a year? And here he was, betting 800,000 gold coins and losing it all!
Seeing his tearful expression, Zhang Liang patted his shoulder and sighed, "Man proposes, God disposes."
Before he finished speaking, a smile had already crept onto his lips.
Ying Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his fingertips wiping his forehead, where cold sweat still clung—if he hadn't hesitated for a moment, he would have almost placed the bet as well!
"You... saved me?" Li Wu's voice was hoarse, her breath as light as a feather. "A dead person can come back to life?"
"Yes." Lin Tian lowered his eyes, his tone calm. "But for now, would you mind covering your front?"
"It's alright..." she chuckled softly, her fingertips tracing her chest. "Truly mysterious."
"How did you end up here?" Bai Yifei stood in the center of the courtyard, looking up at the person high in the branches. The morning light illuminated his cold, hard jaw. "Last night, seven assassins stormed the royal city. Han Sikou captured and killed them on the spot, leaving none alive."
He paused, his voice growing deeper: "Han Fei was rewarded and promoted for this—it was discovered that these seven people were actually sent by 'Eight Exquisites,' Qin's top assassin organization."
"Heh." Bai Yifei's lips curled into a smirk. "On the contrary, it earned him a great achievement. Now, in the eyes of the King of Han, he is a pillar of strength."
The tone shifted abruptly, chillingly cold: "Hmph! Utterly unlucky! All because of that person's meddling—you wouldn't listen to advice and insisted on acting rashly, so you deserve to fail."
The shadows of the trees swayed, and the man stood quietly on a horizontal branch, holding two swords: one black and one white, their sheaths ancient and simple. He was dressed in black, with broad shoulders and thick arms, and his figure was as steady as an iron tower.
A cross-shaped old scar runs diagonally across his right cheek. His skin is slightly brown, his brow bone is sharp, and his jaw is taut as if carved by a knife.
What's most intimidating are his eyes—sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples, pupils like blades, cold and piercing, as if looking at them for too long would draw blood.
This is a true killer, a swordsman steeped in murderous intent, an assassin whose sword intent is etched into his very bones!
Compared to the group of eight exquisite women from last night, this person is more like a peerless, deadly weapon that sends chills down your spine even before it is drawn.
He was none other than Hei Bai Xuan Jian, who had not appeared last night.
Upon hearing this, Xuan Jian coldly retorted, "Is he... really that strong?"
"Of the eight exquisite beings, seven are dead. What further proof is needed?" Bai Yifei said slowly. "The remaining one, Li Wu, has most likely been captured by them. Could it be that the renowned Hei Bai Xuan Jian is also planning to rescue her?"
These words were bait he deliberately threw out. Bai Yifei knew that Lin Tian was troublesome and impeccably strong; but he was even more unwilling to see Han Fei riding high—and this situation was precisely what Lin Tian had orchestrated.
Since we can't get rid of this thorn in our side ourselves, why not use someone else to do the dirty work? Let Lin Tian taste the bitterness of being humiliated—Black and White Xuanjian is just the right choice.
"Save someone?" Xuan Jian scoffed, his voice short and sharp like a knife scraping iron. "Once you step into the assassin's line of work, don't expect anyone to come to your rescue. They wanted to pry Li Wu's mouth open... but they forgot that once the Eight Linglongs fail, the curse seal planted by the Yin Yang School will take effect and devour your heart—Prime Minister Lü never raises useless pawns. As for my White Sword... it hasn't been used for saving people for a long time."
Bai Yifei's eyes flashed, and he suddenly spoke: "Rumor has it that Xuan Jian was once a cold-faced master thief who stopped his attacks several times to protect his beloved wife. But later, his wife and children were brutally slaughtered, and he became a mad demon overnight. The white sword that once protected the peace of his home has never left its sheath since, leaving only a black sword that has drunk countless blood, dedicated to taking lives."
The wind rustled through the trees in the courtyard, and withered leaves fell to the ground.
The branches were already bare.
Bai Yifei's spine suddenly stiffened—a chill pierced straight to his back, the icy sword tip already pressed against his robe, chillingly penetrating to the bone.
The sword shimmered with a ghostly light, its blade a dark bluish-black, and its killing intent was condensed and unyielding.
Xuan Jian stood half a step behind him, holding a black sword in his right hand and a white sword and scabbard held horizontally in his left hand. His posture was relaxed, yet it made people dare not breathe.
Black and White Xuanjian's eyes were like blades, chilling to the bone. There was neither anger nor emotion in them. He uttered only four words: "You talk too much nonsense."
Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei showed no fear on his face, but his suddenly contracting pupils and trembling fingertips betrayed his horror completely.
He never expected that Hei Bai Xuan Jian would be so powerful! It far exceeded his expectations and was simply defied common sense.
Bai Yifei suddenly lowered his voice and dropped a bombshell: "I just received a secret report—Li Wu was pierced through the heart by a sharp blade and died on the spot, but she later... survived."
"What?" Hei Bai Xuan Jian's eyebrows furrowed, almost thinking he had misheard.
Bai Yifei's lips curled into a mocking sneer, but he didn't answer. Instead, he slowly turned to face the long sword pointing straight at his throat, and with a deft flick of his two fingers, the blade was deflected by an inch.
He then continued leisurely, "If what you say is true, failure of the mission would trigger the Yin-Yang School's curse, and Ba Linglong would undoubtedly die—Li Wu, having already been pierced through the heart, even if she escaped the assassin's hands, she would not have escaped the curse's backlash. Yet she not only survived, but also entered the Quicksand, took refuge in the Purple Orchid Pavilion, and remained unharmed… Tell me, how did this person manage to do it?"
Before the words were finished, a clear, resonant dragon's roar rang out, and the black sword swiftly returned to its sheath. For the first time, a crack appeared in Hei Bai Xuan Jian's expression; his breathing became slightly labored, and his aura became somewhat disordered.
He sheathed his sword and stood still, then asked in a deep voice, "You mean... that person can bring the dead back to life?"
"It's undeniable. The method is unknown, but Li Wu is definitely standing there, breathing normally."
Hei Bai Xuanjian closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, a storm brewing between his brows. He opened his eyes a moment later, his gaze like a nail piercing Bai Yifei: "Bai Yifei, you must help me accomplish one thing—otherwise, you will find it impossible to get your hands on even a fraction of the Six Kingdoms' secret files."