Chapter 69: One Punch
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Bang!
Lin Xiu’s fist landed squarely on the man’s chest. The assassin’s chest caved in, the fabric of his back ripped open, revealing a fist-shaped impression. His heart exploded from the impact.
Had his body not been paralyzed, he would have had time to react. Had he protected himself with Qi, the punch would have, at most, inflicted minor injuries.
Unfortunately, there were no “ifs.”
A martial arts expert, deprived of their Qi, was as vulnerable as an ordinary person. And against an ordinary person, Lin Xiu needed only one punch.
One punch, one kill.
Even in death, the assassin couldn’t comprehend the mysterious power that had paralyzed him. How could someone who had only recently awakened their abilities, whose martial arts cultivation was pitifully low, possess such immense strength…
Bang!
The lifeless assassin’s body crashed to the ground. The horses pulling the carriage, startled, bolted forward, quickly disappearing into the curtain of rain.
At the city gate ahead, guards on patrol had noticed the commotion and were jogging towards the scene.
Lin Xiu’s Yuan power was completely depleted, and his wound throbbed with pain. He glanced at the sword still embedded in his shoulder, waves of dizziness washing over him…
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The Lin Residence.
The heavy rain had stopped. The courtyard was crowded with people, and Lin Xiu’s room was nearly overflowing.
The assassination attempt at the city gate had caused quite a stir.
Baron Ping’an and his wife stood by the bed. Zhou Jun, her face etched with worry, held Lin Xiu’s hand. “Xiu’er, how are you feeling? Does the wound hurt?”
Having nearly been run through by a sword, the wound naturally hurt a great deal. But Lin Xiu still managed a smile. “Mother, don’t worry, it’s just a flesh wound. Nothing vital was hit.”
Baron Ping’an’s face was grim, his teeth clenched. “Who is it? Who keeps trying to kill you? What deep-seated grudge do they have against our Lin Family?!”
Just then, a commotion erupted outside. A slender figure squeezed through the doorway. “Excuse me, excuse me, I’m a physician from the Imperial Hospital…”
Bai Shuangshuang pushed her way to the bedside. Seeing Lin Xiu lying in bed, but still conscious, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she addressed the crowd in the room. “I need to treat Young Master Lin now. Please, everyone, step outside. I need silence.”
Since she was from the Imperial Hospital, everyone naturally filed out.
Bai Shuangshuang sat by the bed. “Where are you injured, Young Master?”
Lin Xiu pulled the blanket down, revealing the wound on his shoulder. Bai Shuangshuang gasped. “How could it be so serious…”
Lin Xiu smiled. “Fortunately, it didn’t hit anything vital. The assassin was aiming for my chest. If I hadn’t reacted quickly, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be seeing you now.”
Upon hearing news of Lin Xiu’s injury, Bai Shuangshuang had rushed over. Seeing the wound, she felt a slight sense of relief.
Although the shoulder wound looked terrible, it was, as Lin Xiu said, a serious but ultimately superficial injury. It wouldn’t be difficult to treat.
She said to Lin Xiu, “Young Master Lin, please remove the blanket. I need to treat you.”
Lin Xiu lifted the blanket, revealing his bare upper body. His physique was lean and toned, his chest and abdominal muscles well-defined. Bai Shuangshuang hadn’t realized he was so… built. Her mouth parted slightly, and she even subconsciously poked his chest with her index finger.
Then, realizing what she had done, she blushed, quickly composing herself. She extended her hands, placing her palms on Lin Xiu’s wound.
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As soon as Shuangshuang’s hands touched him, Lin Xiu no longer felt any pain. Instead, a warm, comforting sensation emanated from where their skin met.
Of course, Lin Xiu wasn’t idle. The moment her hands touched his shoulder, a power flowed silently into her body.
He hadn’t expected things to come to this.
Last time, when she was treating Sun Dali, Lin Xiu had considered intentionally injuring himself to receive her treatment and, incidentally, acquire her ability. Now, it seemed, someone else had made the decision for him.
He could clearly sense a new power slowly being replicated within him.
This time, Shuangshuang remained by his bedside for a long time, indicating that his injury wasn’t easily treated with her current abilities.
After two quarters of an hour, Lin Xiu felt a weight against his chest. A soft, fragrant body collapsed onto him.
Bai Shuangshuang’s face was pale, her lips bloodless. She tried to push herself up, but she lacked the strength, so she remained slumped against him, her face flushed. “Young… Young Master Lin,” she whispered weakly, “I… I don’t have any strength left…”
The wound on Lin Xiu’s shoulder had mostly healed. He sat up, using his other hand to support her. “Thank you, Miss Shuangshuang. Let me take you to the guest room to rest.”
He lifted her up. Her head rested against his bare chest. She was utterly drained, her face burning. She buried her head against him, murmuring, “Wait… wait until my Yuan power recovers… I’ll… continue your treatment…”
Lin Xiu carried her to the guest room. The short walk was enough for her to fall asleep in his arms, showing how much the treatment had taken out of her.
He gently laid her on the bed, tucked her in, and then closed the door, returning to his own room.
Sensing the new power within him, a smile played on Lin Xiu’s lips. He had coveted Shuangshuang’s ability for so long, and now, he finally had it.
Back in his room, Lin Xiu spent a considerable amount of time reassuring his mother. As soon as Baroness Ping’an left, a figure entered – Liu Qingfeng.
He walked to the bedside. “Master Lin, are you alright?”
Lin Xiu smiled. “I’ll live.”
“That’s good to hear,” Liu Qingfeng said. “I’m here to investigate the assassination attempt. I have a few questions for you. Is it a good time?”
Lin Xiu nodded. “Ask away.”
Liu Qingfeng looked at him intently. “Why were you outside the city alone today, Master Lin, and dressed as a servant of the Lin household?”
There was no point in hiding it. Lin Xiu replied, “Master Liu, you should know that I was nearly assassinated not long ago. I almost died. I’ve been much more careful since then, always traveling with guards. Today, I’d been cooped up in the city for too long and felt restless. I wanted some fresh air. To avoid attracting attention, I changed my clothes and left through the back gate. I didn’t expect such a thing to happen on my way back.”
The explanation was plausible. Liu Qingfeng studied him. “It seems whoever wants you dead has been watching you closely.”
It was only after today that Lin Xiu realized this. Inside the city, especially after he moved, it was much harder to target him. Outside the city was the ideal location for an assassination.
The one time he left the city, he encountered an assassin. There was only one possibility: his movements were being monitored constantly.
Liu Qingfeng continued, “Do you suspect anyone, Master Lin?”
Lin Xiu shook his head. While he hadn’t offended anyone personally, because of the broken engagement, there were too many people who wanted him dead. Countless individuals had motives. It was impossible to narrow it down.
Liu Qingfeng pondered for a moment, then looked at Lin Xiu again. “There’s one more thing I find strange.”
Lin Xiu asked, “What is it?”
“We’ve identified the assassin. His name was Liu Qing, a somewhat renowned killer. He hadn’t awakened any mystic abilities, but his martial arts cultivation was at the upper profound rank. How did you manage to kill him, Master Lin?” He continued without pausing, “As I understand it, your mystic abilities awakened only two months ago.”
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