Competition

Competition

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chaoyu sneered, "If it were my master, he would never have made me do such a thing!"

Leng Bicha weighed the flying swallow dart in her hand. Since Jiang Chaoyu had said so, she didn't need to be polite.

"Oh, then I'm curious who your master is?"

How could Jiang Chaoyu say that her master was "dreaming!"

"Since that's the case, then stay here." He unceremoniously launched his Flying Swallow Darts while simultaneously drawing his Cold Moon Sword.

Wei Zhong and his men also joined the attack, leaving Jiang Chaoyu and her group in a pincer movement.

"It's still uncertain who will live and who will die!"

The soft sword coiled around the flying swallow dart like a venomous snake. Jiang Chaoyu took it in her hand and saw that Wei Zhong and the others had followed. So she shot the flying swallow dart in their direction. The two of them had no time to dodge and were hit by the flying swallow dart, stopping in their tracks.

Seeing this, Leng Bicha cursed inwardly as a useless person.

Zeng Chenhua went to deal with the two of them, while Jiang Chaoyu faced off against Leng Bicha.

Watching Jiang Chaoyu wield the soft sword so skillfully, Leng Bicha couldn't help but think of You Zhenghong, the leader of the Crescent Moon Sect, who had also wielded the soft sword with great ease.

The fight between the two was evenly matched. At this moment, Jiang Chaoyu's soft sword became entangled with Leng Bicha's Cold Moon Sword. Then, Leng Bicha took out a Flying Swallow Dart and shot it at Jiang Chaoyu. Jiang Chaoyu did not expect this and withdrew his soft sword to avoid the Flying Swallow Dart.

The flying dart missed Jiang Chaoyu and returned to Leng Bicha's hand. The two stared at each other. "Is your soft sword from the Crescent Moon Sect?"

Jiang Chaoyu saw Leng Bicha looking at her soft sword and saying these words. Could it be that she knew her master?

"I don't understand what you mean." Jiang Chaoyu avoided Leng Bicha's words. Seeing that Zeng Chenhua had already dealt with the two people, and now only she was left to escape, she would have to defeat Leng Bicha.

Leng Bicha saw through her thoughts and said arrogantly, "In my whole life, I have only lost to one person. If you want to become the second person, that will probably be a matter for the next life."

Although Jiang Chaoyu could only leave by defeating Leng Bicha, he was still not entirely confident. Suddenly, he remembered that he had one last smoke bomb on him, so he had no choice but to do it.

"Oh, really!" After saying that, Jiang Chaoyu went straight up.

Unexpectedly, Leng Bicha seemed to be using all her strength, forcing Jiang Chaoyu to retreat repeatedly and only able to defend. She bent down to dodge the sword in front of her, but unexpectedly the sword changed direction, causing Jiang Chaoyu to be stabbed in the upper right chest. She instantly lost all strength and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Zeng Chenhua no longer cared about concealing his identity and took out his fan to deflect Leng Bicha's sword. Leng Bicha continued to attack with her sword, and Zeng Chenhua's fan was pierced by Leng Bicha's sword, leaving it useless.

Zeng Chenhua then helped Jiang Chaoyu, who had been stabbed, to her feet. He offered her his broad chest for support and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Having only been stabbed once, at most bleeding a little, Jiang Chaoyu shook her head and whispered in Zeng Chenhua's ear, "I still have one smoke bomb left. We need to find a chance to escape."

"good,"

So Jiang Chaoyu took the soft sword again, while Zhang Chengfu was still watching from behind.

Jiang Chaoyu then realized that he could start with Zhang Chengfu. The two men who had just been dealt with were not far from him, and they still had flying swallow darts stuck in their chests. Perhaps he could use the flying swallow darts to attack Zhang Chengfu.

Jiang Chaoyu gestured to Zeng Chenhua with her eyes, then suddenly remembered that Zeng Chenhua seemed to be able to read her mind, so she said in her mind again, "Go get the Flying Swallow Dart for me." Zeng Chenhua instantly understood what Jiang Chaoyu meant, and took the Flying Swallow Dart by surprise, then handed it to Jiang Chaoyu.

Seeing that Jiang Chaoyu, who was injured and pale, still had the willpower to compete with her, Leng Bicha thought, "She really is just like that person. It's quite interesting."

"If you fight me again, you'll probably lose too much blood today." He smiled slightly, staring at Jiang Chaoyu with amusement in his eyes.

Jiang Chaoyu didn't care about what Leng Bicha said. It was Leng Bicha who had beaten herself up like this, and now she came here to say something innocuous. It was ridiculous.

"Ridiculous. Didn't you say you'd leave me here? I wonder who's really staying here today." After losing so much blood, Jiang Chaoyu's lips were already pale, but she still couldn't help but sneer.

Seeing Jiang Chaoyu's persistence, Leng Bicha, who had been in the martial arts world for so many years, had only met two people with such courage and said admiringly, "Such courage, I like it."

When Leng Bicha attacked again with the Lengyue Sword, Jiang Chaoyu dodged Leng Bicha's attack and went towards Zhang Chengfu.

Then, Zeng Chenhua appeared behind Jiang Chaoyu and fought with Leng Bicha. Although the fan body had been pierced, Zeng Chenhua still had the handle. The sword light shone on Zeng Chenhua's face, and Zeng Chenhua bent down to dodge Leng Bicha's sword. However, Leng Bicha had noticed the problem with Zeng Chenhua's right leg beforehand, and while he was dodging, she stepped on his right knee joint.

Zeng Chenhua felt a sharp pain, but he didn't show it on his face. He forced himself to use the handle of his fan to deflect Leng Bicha's sword.

At that moment, before Zhang Chengfu could dodge, he was struck by Jiang Chaoyu's flying dart and subsequently taken hostage by Jiang Chaoyu.

“If I kill him, you will lose your status in the capital.” Jiang Chaoyu held Zhang Chengfu hostage and looked at Leng Bicha.

Leng Bicha never expected that she would be caught red-handed. She had been lying low in the capital for years, posing as Madam Zhang. If Zhang Chengfu died, there would be no one in charge of the household, and others had long coveted the position. She truly regretted bringing Zhang Chengfu along; a useless person like him only hindered her.

Leng Bicha sheathed her sword and asked coldly, "What are your conditions?"

Jiang Chaoyu moved Zhang Chengfu to a new spot, with the secret chamber behind them. "Let us go!"

“Okay.” Leng Bicha agreed readily, but just in case, Jiang Chaoyu still moved slowly. Zeng Chenhua went to scout the location first, and after confirming it, whispered something to Jiang Chaoyu.

Leng Bicha looked at Zhang Chengfu, who was being threatened by Jiang Chaoyu. He was so frightened that he was trembling all over. He was still calling her "Madam" while thinking to himself how shameful it was. If he wasn't still useful, she would have dealt with him long ago.

"You can leave directly, I definitely won't stop you."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chaoyu still didn't believe it and continued to move slowly.

Leng Bicha couldn't wait any longer and attacked Jiang Chaoyu with her sword. Jiang Chaoyu had anticipated this move and threw the kidnapped Zhang Chengfu out, then threw a smoke bomb as she ran. Fortunately, Leng Bicha sheathed her sword quickly, otherwise she would have surely stabbed Zhang Chengfu in the heart.

A cloud of fog filled the entire passage, and Leng Bicha hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve, giving up the chase.

At my feet was Zhang Chengfu, who had been thrown down. Only after the fog cleared did I realize it was a smoke bomb.

Leng Bicha placed the sword back into its sheath and tossed it to Zhang Chengfu. Her voice was solemn and cold, devoid of any emotion, as she said, "Stop all transactions. Don't let anyone trace it back to us."

"yes."

He then ignored Zhang Chengfu and went out of the passage on his own.

Jiang Chaoyu ran extremely fast, afraid that Leng Bicha would catch up with them. When she could no longer see the mountain, she stopped.

The blood on her chest had congealed on her clothes, but Jiang Chaoyu was still feeling dizzy due to the significant blood loss.

Looking at Zeng Chenhua beside him, his expression was also not good; his face was pale.

Jiang Chaoyu observed that Zeng Chenhua had no injuries, so why was he in this state?

Are you alright?

Jiang Chaoyu noticed that Zeng Chenhua's right leg seemed to be slightly crooked. "Isn't your right leg injury fake? Why is it like this now?"

The previous times I saw him, he didn't need the jade staff, and he seemed to be in good health.

"I was injured by that person when we fought just now," Zeng Chenhua said directly, explaining the reason for his injury. Seeing that the fight had stopped, he sat down on the ground.

Thus, Jiang Chaoyu found out and asked with concern, "So your injury hasn't healed yet?!"

Seeing him sitting on the ground, and realizing that he was also quite tired, he sat down on the ground as well.

Zeng Chenhua didn't answer the question; he just looked at the sky.

We've been running for quite a while now, and I'm afraid we're already quite far from the capital. How will we get back later?

Seeing that no one answered, Jiang Chaoyu did not press for an answer, but simply sat silently.

"To be honest, I'm a little homesick."

Jiang Chaoyu sat on the ground, gazing at the boundless sky. White clouds drifted by, and the wind gently brushed against her hair, making her face slightly itchy. Looking at the white clouds, she suddenly blurted out...

Upon hearing this, Zeng Chenhua said, "As far as I know, no one in this household is truly sincere towards you. Is this the kind of home you should stay in?"

Hearing Zeng Chenhua say this, Jiang Chaoyu smiled faintly, looked at Zeng Chenhua, and said with a complex emotion of longing for home in her eyes, "Not this home."

Zeng Chenhua's heart skipped a beat, and a doubt welled up, gradually growing larger and turning into a sky full of clouds. What he had inquired about before seemed to be completely inconsistent with Jiang Chaoyu herself. Jiang Chaoyu was like someone in the center of the clouds, and no matter how he tried to brush away the clouds, he still couldn't find her location.

Words seemed to get stuck in his throat, and he didn't know what to say, but then he suddenly heard the sound of Jiang Chaoyu falling down.

Turning to the side, her face was deathly pale, likely due to excessive blood loss that caused her to faint.

Zeng Chenhua disregarded his leg injury, since it was an old one anyway, and he was already limping, so it couldn't be much worse now.

He got up, carried Jiang Chaoyu on his back, and took a shortcut back to the mansion.

Jiang Chaoyu seemed to miss her family very much, as she murmured, "Mom and Dad, I miss you so much," while being carried on Zeng Chenhua's back.

Tears dripped onto Zeng Chenhua's neck, flowing down his clothes to his heart, burning him like embers.

When Yunqi saw his master again, Jiang Chaoyu was still on his back. In addition, the effects of his medicine had not yet worn off, and she appeared in front of Yunqi in the form of a woman, almost making a move.

It wasn't until Zeng Chenhua spoke that Yun Qi realized this was his master.

Zeng Chenhua entered through the back gate of the Prince's Mansion, carried Jiang Chaoyu back to her room, and after taking the antidote, he returned to his original appearance.

"Bring the yams."

Yam is Zeng Chenhua's second general. He is proficient in herbs, skilled in detoxification and healing, and most importantly, he can go to the gates of hell to rescue people.

Zeng Chenhua almost died from an infection caused by a right leg injury, but it was yam that cured him.

Upon receiving the order from his lord, Yam arrived carrying his medicine chest.

Seeing the weak woman on the bed and the wound on her right chest, he knew what had happened.

"My lord, please excuse us for the time being."

Zeng Chenhua and Yun Qi left the room together and had someone bring in a change of clothes.

While waiting outside, I felt reassured because I trusted the medicinal properties of yam.

“My lord, Miss Jiang…” Shanyao’s anxious voice came, and Zeng Chenhua spoke before Shanyao could finish.

"But what happened?"