Chapter 2: Qingyun 2

When Qingyun emerged from the room again, her three thousand strands of ink-black hair were pinned up behind her head. She wore a long white dress, her thin, perfect lips were pressed together, and her eyes were deep, cold, and piercing, her entire being radiating an air of unyielding pride.

Qingyun sat in a chair, listening to the movements outside. After a long while, the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Come in, all of you."

As soon as she spoke, eight perfect men with distinct personalities rushed in, each of them armed with a weapon.

Qingyun raised an eyebrow. These eight still hadn't given up? Just as a sword was about to pierce her throat, Qingyun leaped into the air. A dagger appeared in her hand in an instant, and as she descended, she landed on the blade of Wuxian’s sword. She used the momentum to slide her dagger toward Wuxian’s throat. Wuxian narrowly dodged it. Qingyun landed on the ground and kicked backward. Wuqing, who was in front of her, thrust his sword at her, but Qingyun dodged with a flip. Behind her, Wuchen narrowly missed colliding with Wuqing. Qingyun gripped her dagger, looked at Mingfeng, Mingyu, Minglei, Mingdian, and Wuying, and smiled: "Come at me together."

Without giving the five of them a chance to catch their breath, she channeled her internal energy and charged at them. Her moves were both merciful and ruthless—merciful in that she didn't injure them, and ruthless in that every strike left them unable to counterattack.

Finally, Qingyun sat back down in her original chair. Watching the five men who were about to rush her again, she flicked her hand, and five silver needles shot toward them with lightning speed. Only after seeing them dodge the attack did Qingyun extend her hand, her voice flat and devoid of emotion: "You lost."

Looking closely, what Qingyun held in her hand were five strands of hair!

The five were shocked and immediately knelt on one knee: "Master."

Qingyun waved her hand, signaling them to rise. Once they were up, her eyes narrowed dangerously: "You have been slack lately. How can you not even handle a few of my moves?"

At these words, a bead of sweat dripped down the foreheads of all eight men. Slack? Forget about not having the heart for it; even if they did, they wouldn't have the guts!

"To stop is to regress. Don't forget that while you are growing stronger, your enemies are growing stronger too. Do not think you are already formidable. If I were your enemy today, you would already be eight corpses! You must believe that there is always someone better, and there is always a heaven beyond the heaven! Especially in martial arts!" Qingyun saw through their thoughts and spoke coldly.

Upon hearing this, the eight immediately lowered their heads: "Yes!"

Qingyun stood up and walked to the window, hands behind her back, gazing at the full moon outside. After a long silence, she spoke slowly: "I will let it slide this time, but each of you will go to the Punishment Hall and receive 100 lashes."

"Yes!"

"Tell me about the recent situation with Dark Night."

Wuchen stepped forward, looking at Qingyun’s back: "Master, Dark Night headquarters received a mission to assassinate Beiming Chenxuan. Should we accept it or not?"

Qingyun frowned: "Who issued the mission?" He was just a foolish prince; who would come to her, the world's number one assassin organization, Dark Night, for the sake of a fool?

"The Crown Prince of the Star Kingdom, Xuanyuan Jie," Wuchen replied calmly.

Qingyun’s delicate brows furrowed even deeper. Dark Night and the Ethereal Pavilion never involved themselves in royal disputes. Although they sometimes received missions to assassinate court officials, they never targeted royalty, let alone a fool! Qingyun waved her hand: "Reject all future missions to assassinate Beiming Chenxuan. Wuying, have six elites from the Wuying Hall replace the people in the Wuchen Hall to protect Beiming Chenxuan. You may reveal your identities if necessary."

Wuying and the others were surprised by Qingyun’s decision, but it wasn't their place to ask, so they could only comply: "Yes!"

"Is there anything else?" Qingyun walked back to the chair and picked up her teacup to take a sip.

"No."

"Very well. When I am not here in the future, send all matters via carrier pigeon or come find me in the capital. Mingfeng, from today on, you will follow me. If there is nothing else, you may return." Qingyun turned to look at the eight of them.

The eight exchanged glances and returned to their respective posts.

After they left, Qingyun closed her eyes in the chair. Mu Qingyun, Qingyun... Heh. When she woke up, there were no medical supplies, no white walls, no best friend Qinghuang. All there was, was a dense forest and a soul that had traveled from the twenty-first century into the body of a little girl. If that old man hadn't passed on his lifelong internal energy and martial arts to her six years ago, her skills wouldn't be this good today—at least, they would be far worse. To think that she, a dignified assassin, was killed by her own superior... Heh!

Qingyun opened her eyes and walked into the room. Outside, the full moon seemed to confirm that this was merely the calm before the storm.

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