met free Chapter 126 is a trap
Chapter 126 is a trap
The richly dressed young man showed no pity. He raised his foot and kicked the old man away like trash, saying viciously, "Old man, it's your daughter's good fortune that I've taken a liking to her!"
His entourage joined in the fawning clamor, which was nauseating.
The daughter was already sobbing uncontrollably. She threw herself at her father and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, her eyes filled with fear and sorrow.
"Go help them!" Han Yi said calmly, veins bulging on his forehead.
Lu Xuefeng strode forward and shouted, "Stop!"
Upon hearing this, the elegantly dressed young man turned around, sized up Lu Xuefeng, and seeing his young age, curled his lip in disdain and sneered:
"Where did this brat come from, daring to meddle in my business!" The attendants immediately surrounded Lu Xuefeng, each one baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, looking fierce and menacing.
Lu Xuefeng showed no fear, standing straight as a pine tree, meeting the gaze of the finely dressed young man with a righteous and awe-inspiring look in his eyes: "In broad daylight, is there any law against bullying women and committing such outrageous acts?"
The elegantly dressed young man snorted coldly upon hearing this: "Hmph, I am the law! In this Maple Bridge Town, no one dares to oppose me!"
With a wave of his hand, his followers surged toward Lu Xuefeng like a tidal wave.
"Might makes right? Is that how it is?" Han Yi said coldly. "Leave no one alive!"
The words had barely left his mouth when his sword was drawn, then sheathed again, and a group of Qi Refining Realm minions fell around Lu Xuefeng.
The sword was too fast, giving them no chance to struggle.
Upon seeing this, the elegantly dressed young man's expression changed drastically. His previous arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by a flicker of fear in his eyes. He knew he had met his match and turned to flee.
"Want to run? It's not that easy!"
Lu Xuefeng moved swiftly, intending to finish off the elegantly dressed young man.
"Spare his dog's life! I'm not prepared to let him die so easily!" Han Yi said.
Lu Xuefeng immediately withdrew his stance, blocking the path of the elegantly dressed young man.
Han Yi's divine sense burst forth from his body, and his oppressive aura instantly descended upon the elegantly dressed young man. His legs were crushed to pieces in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground, struggling in agony.
The moment the richly dressed young man tried to beg for mercy, his teeth shattered and his tongue was crushed by an invisible force. Blood flowed uncontrollably. But that wasn't enough; his two arms instantly vanished, leaving him a mangled, dismembered body.
The laws of life worked, directly healing all his wounds. At this moment, the elegantly dressed young man was left with only his head and upper body.
After he finished doing everything, he turned and walked towards the father and daughter.
The father and daughter were still in shock. The woman hugged her father tightly, tears welling in her eyes, but her gaze held a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal.
They wanted to thank Han Yi and his two companions, but they didn't dare. At this moment, in the eyes of the father and daughter, Han Yi and his two companions were more terrifying than the young man in fine clothes.
Looking at Han Yi and the other two, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Han Yi walked up to them, the coldness on his face disappearing, replaced by a gentle smile. "It's alright, you can go now."
The father then came to his senses and spoke in a trembling voice.
"The three young masters killed Zhao Sanyue today for the sake of my daughter and me. I'm afraid my daughter and I will never have a peaceful day again!" His eyes reddened again, and tears welled up in them.
The young woman also raised her head and looked at Han Yi, a blush rising on her face, her eyes filled with both shyness and gratitude.
"That's easy! Lu Xuefeng, go find all the unrelated people in the Zhao residence and release them. Leave no one alive!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Xuefeng followed the father.
"Po Yue, this girl is injured. Take her home."
After giving his instructions, Han Yi prepared to leave.
At that moment, the woman grabbed his arm.
"I'm scared!!"
Po Yue's face darkened upon hearing this. Apart from being a bit big, he wasn't that scary.
Han Yi understood what the woman meant.
"You go back! I'll see her off!"
He took the woman in his arms and flew away, arriving at a secluded cottage. The cottage stood alone, surrounded by overgrown weeds.
The woman turned around and smiled shyly, "Young master, we've arrived."
Han Yi landed and placed her on the ground, then used his healing magic to instantly cure her injuries.
Her figure was graceful, and her light pink dress fluttered in the wind.
Her eyes were brimming with autumn water, her lips parted slightly, and her voice was melodious: "Thank you, young master. Would you like to come inside for some tea?"
He didn't respond immediately, but looked at her.
He had been careless earlier, but now, upon closer inspection, he realized there was something strange about the woman. Without saying anything, he followed her into the small house.
The woman busied herself preparing tea, her figure moving back and forth in the small house.
Han Yi sat down, and the woman cast a burning gaze at him from time to time, as if giving him a hint.
The woman brought the tea closer, its aroma filling the air, and lightly traced the back of his hand with her fingers: "Young master, have some tea."
He withdrew his hand without making a sound and said calmly, "Thank you, young lady."
Seeing that he remained unmoved, the woman became even bolder and moved closer, almost pressing her body against his, a stark contrast to Fang Cha's pitiful demeanor.
"Miss, isn't it inappropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together in broad daylight?"
The woman was embarrassed and disappointed, but quickly recovered and smiled, saying, "Please don't be offended, sir. I was being presumptuous."
Han Yi looked at the tea in his cup, unable to discern anything amiss. He deduced that there must be a problem, but with the protection of the Zhuyou technique and the two spiritual artifacts, he was already immune to all poisons and had no fear.
He gulped down his tea, clasped his hands in farewell, and took his leave. After taking only a few steps, he pretended to collapse and not get up.
After Han Yi feigned unconsciousness and collapsed to the ground, the woman was taken aback at first, then a smug smile appeared on her face. She snorted and muttered to herself, "No matter how vigilant you are, you still fell for my trick." With that, she slowly approached Han Yi, her eyes full of cunning.
Just as she bent down to check on Han Yi, he suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint in them, and grabbed her wrist. The woman was terrified and tried to break free, but found Han Yi's hand as firm as an iron clamp, completely immobile.
"Did you really think I fell for your trap?" Han Yi said coldly, his voice laced with sarcasm.
The woman forced herself to remain calm and gave a dry laugh: "Young master, what do you mean by this? I just wanted to see if you were alright."
Han Yi stood up, pulled the woman in front of him, and stared intently into her eyes: "Tell me, who exactly are you? Why did you scheme against me?"
The woman's eyes flickered, and she dared not meet Han Yi's gaze. She stammered, "Young master, I... I am just an ordinary woman. I don't know anything."
Han Yi sneered and increased the pressure on his hand: "If you don't tell the truth, don't blame me for being impolite!"
The woman, pale with pain, finally begged for mercy, "Young master, I'll talk, I'll talk. I was instructed by a mysterious person who said that if I could get your storage bag, he would give me a large sum of money so that I could live a life of comfort for the rest of my days."
Han Yi frowned: "A mysterious person? What does he look like?"
The woman shook her head: "I've never seen his face. I only know that he wears a black robe and has a deep, hoarse voice."
A thought struck Han Yi, and the image of the man in the blood-red robe flashed through his mind. Could all of this be related to him? Why didn't he take action himself?
He released the woman's hand and said, "Get out! Don't let me see you again."
The woman, as if granted a pardon, scrambled out of the hut. The instant she ran out, she vanished in a mist of blood.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it, so don't blame me."
He watched the dissipating blood mist; the woman had actually displayed Nascent Soul Realm cultivation the moment she escaped the hut.
"How could Fairy Su, who prides herself on being a righteous person, resort to such despicable means as poisoning?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman appeared at the door of the small house.