Chen Ye’s voice was very soft, like a warm breeze gently blowing, almost only Lin Jin, who was close to him, could hear it clearly.
But his true attention was always firmly locked onto the elegant room across the street in the Zui Xian Lou.
Inside the tavern, Wei Cheng was still spraying saliva while talking excitedly.
The girl in his arms listened quietly to the man’s voice, her gentle body occasionally tensing under the man’s palm.
The man’s storytelling tone was soothing, with a hint of coaxing flavor, his fingers gently stroking Lin Jin’s smooth long hair, tracing along her perfectly curved nape, sliding down to her frail shoulders, finally resting on her delicate butterfly bones.
The frame was astonishingly slender, as if it would shatter with just a firm grasp.
"That kid is definitely dead!"
Wei Cheng was high in spirits, bursting into wild laughter.
Amidst the drinking excitement, the clinking of glasses gradually quieted down.
Wei Cheng’s face, flushed from alcohol and smugness, already showed obvious signs of drunkenness.
His steps were unsteady, wobbling as two similarly drunken Qi Cultivation late stage cultivators supported him away from the table.
"Wei... Steward Wei, take it slow..."
One cultivator hiccupped flatteringly, his eyes wandering.
The other forced himself to stay alert, scanning the corridor vigilantly.
"No problem!" Wei Cheng waved his big hand, almost throwing off the person supporting him, spitting out his words, "Go back... go home! Tomorrow... we’ll set another banquet to celebrate that Chen bastard..."
At this point, Wei Cheng retained a sliver of clarity, stopping himself in time, staggering back with the two cultivators towards the Wei Family estate.
Chen Ye, holding Lin Jin, leaped down and silently followed the three.
His fingertips gently slid through the girl’s black hair, reaching her pale nape, feeling the subtle pulse under the thin skin.
His gaze pierced through the night, watching the three drunken figures leave the tavern, swaying into a secluded bluestone alley leading to the Wei Family’s other courtyard.
"Later..." Chen Ye’s voice remained unchanged, still gentle, "A dewdrop from the divine tree fell into the mortal world..."
At the moment the word "dewdrop" fell!
Deep in the tranquil alley, without any warning—
Poof! Poof!
Two extremely muffled and short sounds, like overripe fruit falling into a swamp, echoed almost imperceptibly!
The two Qi Cultivation late stage cultivators beside Wei Cheng suddenly paused.
No screams, no struggle, they didn’t even get a chance to use their magical artifacts.
An invisible object moved at an extreme speed, instantly slicing their throats, spraying dark red.
Their bodies slumped backward, drunk eyes not even having time to register fear, as the flame of life extinguished instantly.
The Flying Light Sword flew back into the sleeve; after finishing off those two cultivators, Chen Ye’s steps quietly retreated.
As for the story, it continued.
"...and turned into the nurturing rain for all things."
His low voice flowed through the night like a warm current, his palm gently pinching Lin Jin’s slender neck, causing the girl to flinch from the slight touch, her thin shoulders lifting slightly, outlining a more fragile and breakable curve.
Wei Cheng didn’t even realize that the two people behind him had silently turned into corpses.
He turned back in a drunken daze, cursing and mumbling, "What... what’s taking so long! Hurry... and catch up!"
Before his voice fell, a chill suddenly rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head!
The shadow of death, without warning, shrouded him!
"Who?!!" Half of Wei Cheng’s drunkenness instantly sobered, letting out a scream of utmost terror!
His fat body exploded with a fierce survival instinct, fumbling to pull out a defensive magical artifact from his waist!
At the same time, the magic he cast burst forth, whipping up a heavy night wind!
Mixing with the scent of blood and the smell of alcohol, it lifted the corner of Chen Ye’s black robe, wafting into the girl’s nose.
"Mmm..." The girl’s small nose twitched sharply a few times, her body uncontrollably trembling fiercely!
It was unclear if it was because of the smell of blood or due to her fear of Chen Ye.
"It’s okay now, be good, let’s go, leave the rest to it."
Although Wei Cheng was not dead, Chen Ye did not linger.
Qingzhi had quietly emerged from the Storage Bag, walking expressionlessly towards Wei Cheng.
"It’s all Master’s fault, carelessly letting you smell the blood."
Chen Ye blamed himself; he deliberately told stories to attract his disciple’s mind, and also cast a soundproof spell.
He just didn’t expect the blood smell to happen, startling the disciple...
He didn’t give the alley, where Wei Cheng was already in an absolute disadvantage, being cornered by the suddenly attacking Qingzhi, another glance, heading straight to the Herb Pavilion.
Killing openly in the Market was a major taboo.
He purposely got rid of Wei Cheng’s companions first, to avoid Qingzhi being outmatched.
Then let Qingzhi face him while he headed to the Herb Pavilion, creating an alibi.