The two rose to leave Lian Ying's room. Lian Ying stopped dancing the moment Fan Yuanhai stood. Her white neck and forehead glistened with sweat as she called out, "Young Master Fan!"Fan Yuanhai looked back. "Something urgent has come up. Forgive me, Miss Lian. Another day."With that, he walked away with Jie Daohan.Lian Ying watched Fan Yuanhai's hurried back until he was gone, and her eyes went dim.Though Fan Yuanhai and Jie Daohan had kept their voices low and spoken in a room filled with drumbeats and pipa, Mo Qian had heard every word.The poison doctor Shen Ping. Mo Qian sat at the table, his eyes moving with thought.He now knew exactly whose poison had been on the plum blossom needles. The corpse decay poison.Mo Qian felt a strong pull to follow Fan Yuanhai and Jie Daohan. His divine consciousness could cover everything within a hundred meters, which in principle made tracking possible.But he set the idea aside.Both men were powerful warriors, and even if they found Shen

Mo Qian stood on the stone steps in front of the bureau, watching the carriage roll away along the moonlit bluestone road, his expression thoughtful. By the time he had been sitting in the carriage just now, the decision had already been made. He would intervene.It was not only because Ximen Yong was Ximen Kankan's father and he could not simply look on.At the end of the year, he needed to register for the Tai Yi Sect registered disciple selection. If something happened to Ximen Yong in this ambush, who would he go to for help with the registration? Even if he could find someone else willing to assist, would there be another person in the same position as Ximen Kankan, able and willing to speak to their own father on his behalf? And there was the question of the relationship between father and son. He had heard that Jiang Qingyu and his father Jiang Heng were on tense terms.All of this together had driven Mo Qian to his decision.But beyond all of that, the most important factor wa

He shook his spear to thrust, and a willow leaf cold blade flashed past and shot toward his throat.Li Yiying was startled and dodged immediately. Then another willow leaf cold blade shot at the back of his head.Li Yiying had survived countless life-and-death struggles to become the leader of Black Tiger Village. When the willow leaf cold blade shot at the back of his head, he felt cold all over and ducked. However, the blade still sliced off a strand of his hair and nearly scraped his scalp.Li Yiying could almost feel a chill passing across his scalp.Mo Qian saw that Li Yiying had sharp instincts and quick reactions. It was clear he could not be killed by flying knives alone. So he took advantage of Li Yiying lowering his head and swung the oxtail knife at him.Although Li Yiying had been hardened by life-and-death combat for a long time and his knife skills were fierce and direct without any flourish, he was clearly inferior compared to Mo Qian.This was the gap in realm.Althoug

Mo Qian's light work and flying knife technique had astonished him. Even facing Mo Qian directly, Yuan Shouzhi suspected he would have his hands full. But it was Mo Qian's perception and insight that impressed him even more. When Huang Gaozu scattered the poison, Mo Qian had been the first to notice and call out a warning. And when using the flying knife to assist him, the incomparable precision of timing had truly shaken Yuan Shouzhi."This person must come from a renowned family with its own school of martial arts," Yuan Shouzhi said thoughtfully.Ximen Yong heard these words and turned his head, his eyes slightly unfocused. In his mind, he kept returning to Mo Qian's eyes. He felt those eyes were somehow familiar, as if he had seen them before.Ximen Yong's talent for martial arts was only average, but for business he was exceptionally gifted. After years in the business world, he had cultivated a sharp ability to read people. A face he had seen clearly, he could still remember cle

Ximen Yong walked to the painting on the wall of the hall and looked again at the poem written beside it: Lying in my room, I hear the rustling of bamboo and think it sounds like the sighing of the suffering world. Do not say a good deed is too small to bother with — every branch and leaf is always connected to the heart."Do not say a good deed is too small to bother with — every branch and leaf is always connected to the heart." Ximen Yong murmured the lines again, and felt that the poem was full of quiet instruction.Mo Qian had not only guided Kan, but had also regularly exchanged swordsmanship with him, so that Kan's swordsmanship had improved greatly without him even realizing it.All of these things seemed to share something in common with the actions of the warrior on Black Tiger Hill last night."Could it really be Mo Qian?" Ximen Yong pondered in silence, brow furrowed, murmuring to himself: "If it truly is him, why does this person treat my Ximen family so well?""Could thi