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Yu Ping hurled his scabbard to the ground and closed the distance fast. "Stop stalling with your plots and tricks, demon girl. Hand over the antidote and tell us where your master is being held. Push us further and you'll regret it." Changling's gaze dropped to the eagle-iron mark on the hilt of his sword. "Who is your master?" "Your subordinate Tianpo put him down. And you have the nerve to ask —" Yu Ping caught himself mid-sentence, his hand flying toward his blade. Ye Qi's palm settled quietly over the hilt and held it there. "Master Chi has profound cultivation. He won't fall so easily." "Your late master?" Changling said. "You mean Chizishan." Yu Ping went still. "What have you done to him?" Changling said nothing for a moment. It was actually him. More than ten years ago she had helped Feiyingmen settle a blood debt. The sect leader then was Kong Buwu, and trailing behind Kong Buwu every ...

Changling almost laughed. She turned her palm to strike the young man, but the strength drained out of her mid-swing, deflating like a punctured lung. He blocked her without effort. A sharp, sick feeling twisted through her chest. Mischievous. She looked back. The arrow buried in the carriage wall was leaking thin green smoke. Her vision swam. She thought: If the medicine man reached her this quickly, the dose must be heavy. "The princess should rest a while," the young man said, something warm in his voice. Then he dropped the curtain and gave his full attention to whatever was happening outside. Changling was not built for rest. She reached into her inner pocket with what little consciousness remained and found the silver needle Chu Tiansu had left her. She had not expected to need it so soon. She pricked her fingertip and drove the needle into her Shenting acupoint with speed and precision. Awareness flooded back. She worked through Shaofu, Hegu, and Chengshan in seq...

Fan Changyu felt something was off. She was about to keep walking when the neighbor woman's expression shifted into something careful and deliberate. "The casino men went to your house again. Your husband..." The words hadn't finished before Fan Changyu snatched a shoulder pole from the wall and ran. "He wasn't hurt!" the woman shouted after her. "It was the casino boss who ended up lame!" But Fan Changyu was already gone. She spotted the crowd from halfway down the alley, a cluster of bodies pressed against the front of her house to watch whatever was happening. Her hand tightened on the pole. She didn't slow down. "Move!" They scattered. The small boss of the casino, a man called Mr. Jin, was just limping out through her demolished front gate when she arrived, leaning on a long stick and wearing what was probably supposed to be a threatening expression. He didn't finish arranging it. Fan Changyu swung the shoulder po...

  Broken Heart Village From Sword Search for a Thousand Mountains, Chapter 43 They followed Fox Mian at a careful distance, crossing from the edge of Qingle Palace through Hehuan Palace's outer boundary until the rooftops of Wuhu Sect's territory appeared on the horizon. Only then did Fox Mian's pace begin to slow. She stopped entirely once she entered Duanchang Village. Hua Xiangwan held back, letting the distance between them stretch. She signaled the other two with a look and they walked the rest of the way in unhurried silence, giving Fox Mian time to settle wherever she was going. Every city and village in Wugu Sect territory carried a poison's name. The land sprawled wide and thin with people, the forests thick with miasma, the roads between settlements long and quiet. As the three of them moved deeper in, the figures they passed grew sparse. By the time Duanchang Village's archway came into view against the fading sky, there was no one left at all. The...

Xia Chan's feelings contradicted each other in ways she couldn't untangle. When He Huaisheng went silent, she wanted a message from him, some proof she still occupied a corner of his thoughts. But when the message came, she wished it hadn't. She couldn't read him. And the harder she tried, the less she understood herself. She had no control over her own surges and drops. Every word he said, every small thing he did, she placed on a scale inside her chest and turned it over and over. The result never came close to what she needed. It was like a ship blown far off course, needing a full, deliberate correction to come home. It kept swinging in the current, just short of that one steady breath that would set it right. She thought about it for a long time, then sent back only: Happy New Year. She waited. Nothing more came from his side. She felt no surprise at all. She locked her phone, gathered her things, and left the room. At the door she stopped. She reached into her bag...