Chapter 6: 第六章 抢药

Just like that, the hand that was mere inches away from grasping the Soul-Returning Grass froze, remaining stuck at a distance of just a tiny bit from the herb.

Time seemed to freeze; the entire secret chamber was enveloped in an eerie silence. Even the air seemed to stop flowing, as if afraid that disturbing a certain block of ice might trigger something far too tragic.

"Uh, um, Hero, please don't get excited, don't get excited. I was just looking, just looking, hehe, hehe..."

Coming to her senses and feeling the mortal danger, Qiyueban kept her neck stiff in the same reaching posture she had just held. The excitement that had previously shone in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by deep-seated terror.

With a face full of fawning smiles, she slowly retracted her right hand, which had been on the verge of seizing the Soul-Returning Grass.

Her eyes held a profound sense of reluctance, and of course, there was also a fleeting, hidden glint of malice.

Glancing at the chilling dagger pressed against her neck, Qiyueban’s left hand, hidden beneath the marble table, inconspicuously tightened its grip on a sharp golden hairpin.

If she couldn't obtain it smoothly, she would have to snatch it by force.

Life was paramount! Everything else came second.

Only the blade of the freezing dagger was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting Qiyueban's visibly thin and pale cheek. The rest of the dagger was black, its material indistinguishable.

If her estimation was correct, this should be a rare dagger made of Black Iron.

Its hardness was incomparable; therefore, the person capable of forging such an incredibly sharp dagger from a piece of Black Iron must be a master of exquisite skill and top-tier methods.

However, the current priority was not researching who made this rare dagger; the priority was how to get her hands on this life-saving Soul-Returning Grass.

Qiyueban’s face was full of fawning, her eyes full of fear, but the hand beneath the marble table was exceptionally firm, gripping that sharp golden hairpin.

Her mind raced rapidly, searching for the optimal moment to strike.

Meanwhile, the "Big Ice Block" sitting opposite her also wore a face of icy coldness, making his final decision internally.

Although the cuffs and pant legs of this little girl were torn, the fabric of her clothes was brand new.

Though her hair was messy and covered most of her face, the sharp light that had shot from her eyes when she looked at the Soul-Returning Grass just now confirmed that she was no ordinary little girl.

An ordinary girl wouldn't possibly recognize the Soul-Returning Grass, let alone be able to stand there steadily under the intimidation of his internal strength while attempting to steal his life-saving medicine.

She must be a spy, perhaps sent by the person who had secretly poisoned him.

That person must have received news that he had obtained the precious Soul-Returning Grass, which could extend his life for three years, so they specifically sent this little girl to infiltrate the Prince's Mansion to steal the treasure amidst the chaos.

Hmph! Quite the clever scheme! First, they sent an assassin to kill him, and when that failed, they sent this seemingly harmless little girl to steal the medicine during the confusion.

It seemed the opponent was determined to see him dead and wouldn't rest until he was gone!

At this thought, a ruthless light flashed in the Big Ice Block's eyes, a gaze so intense that Qiyueban could not ignore it even if she wanted to.

Time stood still at this moment!

The air stood still at this moment!

Even breathing stood still at this moment!

Suddenly, Qiyueban’s body leaned backward, bending at the waist in an incredibly awkward and high-difficulty posture. A chilling white light grazed her cheek, and a few strands of messy hair drifted through the air.

At the very instant Qiyueban's small head, topped with hair as disheveled as a beggar's, was about to hit the ground,

Her tiny waist—not even as thick as someone else's thigh—suddenly twisted erratically to the left. Simultaneously, a streak of golden light shot out, targeting the Big Ice Block directly, aimed straight for his heart.

At that same moment, the dagger in the Big Ice Block's hand flew toward Qiyueban, targeting her left chest—one of the body's vital points, the location of the heart.

The moment the dagger flew out, the corner of the Big Ice Block's mouth curled up slightly, a contemptuous, triumphant smirk hanging on his lips.

Hehe, as expected!

Despite her young age and looking skin-and-bones from severe malnutrition, she actually turned out to be a martial artist. Who would believe she wasn't a spy!

His throwing technique was passed down from the reclusive master, "Xian."

Old Man Xian was a strange old man ranked number one in hidden weapons on the Tianwu Continent.

As long as he wanted, there was no one he couldn't hit.

In his decades of practice, he had only taken one disciple—himself.

Thus, he had inherited the full essence of Old Man Xian's teachings.

Although this dagger wasn't technically a hidden weapon—being larger than a standard one—his strength, speed, and accuracy were unparalleled, and no one had ever escaped his projectiles.

Furthermore, this was no ordinary dagger; it was made of Black Iron that could slice through metal like mud, making it more than capable of dealing with flesh and blood.

Hmph! You're dead!

The Big Ice Block thought resentfully, making no effort to hide the thick hatred in his eyes.

Ever since he had been struck by this unknown potent poison, he had to endure a life-and-death ordeal every ten days.

He didn't know where the poison came from; its toxicity was complex, with elements that both complemented and countered one another, making it incurable.

Every time the poison flared up, it felt as if he were wandering through purgatory. If not for his firm and tenacious will, he would likely have died from the pain long ago.

Of course, if he hadn't encountered the divine physician Luo Qingyun back then, his life would have been forfeit long ago as well.

Just as the freezing dagger was about to pierce Qiyueban's heart, a fierce light surged in the Big Ice Block's eyes, and just as he was about to relax,

Qiyueban's small, withered body suddenly performed a flip. Her tiny frame twisted to the right, and the sharp, chilling dagger grazed past her left arm.

With a few splashes of blood, a medicinal herb appeared in Qiyueban's right hand.

It was none other than that precious, legendary Soul-Returning Grass, of which only three existed in the world.

As the dagger struck the ground with a *ding*, the Big Ice Block was momentarily stunned.

He could never have imagined that with his high level of skill, such close proximity, and such a sharp dagger, he had only managed to wound the arm of this little girl who looked no more than eight or nine years old and severely malnourished.

His intense pride caused the Big Ice Block to explode with rage. He raised his hand and struck with a palm, a fierce gust of palm wind rushing toward Qiyueban's face.

With a *ding*, the golden hairpin Qiyueban had thrown hit the ground.

The palm wind contained powerful internal strength, striking toward Qiyueban without hesitation. Even before contact, Qiyueban felt a sensation of suffocation.

Having secured the Soul-Returning Grass, Qiyueban did not linger to fight. She twisted her body and bolted in the direction she had come from.

If she didn't run now, when would she?

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A message to the readers

I hope everyone will give this little girl plenty of support. My respects to you all!