Missing Memories and Confusion
Ling Jialan thrust towards Bu Xusanâs throat without hesitation. The lanky thief ducked under her sword with his arms clamped down by his side. As she learnt her martial arts underneath a waterfall, her Flying Thrust was different to others and was her most polished skill. Before her sword made contact, she had fired a drizzle of sword qi from it, reducing her targetâs movement options.
Due to the effects of the poison, Bu Xusan was able to contort his body beyond human limits to dodge the barrage of sword qi and main thrust. As soon as he was out of danger, he sprung at her with his claw-like fingers, generating a vacuum that could cut comparably to a burst of blades if the borders were touched. Ling Jialan held her breath as she froze in place.fÉŸeewebnoveâ.coàč
âTang Clanâs Dark Sword Prison?â
âYouâre dead!â Bu Xusan charged towards Ming Feizhen for calling out his swordplay origin with more aggression than he charged at Ling Jialan with. Every inch of the floor beneath him split as he crossed it.
âPerfect timing!â From a not-eight not-nail stance, Ming Feizhen shifted two steps forward, two steps back, laterally, and then slipped to the side. At the same time, he took out a banana from his shirt and stabbed at the sword prison that passed by. The sword prison cleanly peeled the banana peel without shaving any of the banana itself.
âAs expected.â
Compared to Bai Juâs tornadoes, Bu Xusanâs was childâs play. However, if Ming Feizhen stabbed Bai Juâs tornado with a banana, heâd lose half of his banana, and itâd look hideous. Bai Ju actually copped a few beatings over those, which motivated him to improve his control of his true qi in order to peel bananas properly for Lord San Shen.
After taking a bite out of his banana, Ming Feizhen shut his eyes and praised, âYouâre the best banana peeler Iâve ever met!â
For a moment Bu Xusan was stupefied.
âIs this the right time for eating a banana?! Back off!â Ling Jialan yelled.
Ling Jialan fell back on her best skill since she had no alternative for dismantling Dark Sword Prison on the spot. Even though ten blades sliced her as her sword grazed against the border of Bu Xusanâs sword prison, she was able to force her blade through and reach for Bu Xusanâs skull.
The man with hair covering his face roared as he grabbed a random chair to smash into Ling Jialanâs sword. The impact that induced nausea prompted her to disengage. Bu Xusan threw the shattered chair to the ground, then roared again as he cracked the ground with his head, creating a veil of dust. As he was unable to control the tremendous power inside him, his eyes turned golden.
âMing Feizhen, get back!â warned Ling Jialan.
âSure, I was hungry anyway. Iâm going to go buy a cake. Let me know once youâre done.â Ming Feizhen walked off without a care for all the sounds behind him.
As a man of his word, Ming Feizhen bought twenty cakes from a hawker on the street to eat then and there. He was mid-thought when he started looking around and then tried to run, only for someone to grab his shoulder.
âWhat are you running for? Would I eat you or something?â
Ming Feizhen sighed. âIf you did, Iâd arrest you to get you off my back. Long Zaitian, arenât you supposed to be at the barrack outside the capital? What are you back in the capital for?â
âIâm doing something while Iâm providing a debrief, happy?â
âOkay, take your time. I wonât get in your way.â
âGet back! Iâm looking for you to do it. Iâve made a reservation at the restaurantâs VIP spot. Follow me.â
âSure, youâre paying even if Iâm eating blades.â
âGood to hear. Letâs go, Brother Ming.â
âAfter you, Brother Long.â
Once the wine and two plates of peanuts were served up, Long Zaitian instantly got to talking. After hearing him out, Ming Feizhen was so speechless that he nearly forgot to swallow the peanuts.
âBrother Cheng⊠is revolting again?â
âNot exactly. Thereâs no proof that His H-, he is responsible. I just canât deal with him. Itâs been less than two months since he joined the barrack, yet there have already been three revolts in that timespan.â
Ming Feizhen nearly lost his liquor. âWe just received word yesterday that there have been two riots. Thereâs a third one already?â
âToday was fine. There was a small riot before the first one, but it wasnât reported because it ended without any consequences.â
âWhat consequence was there supposed to be?â
âAll the monthâs rations being burnt.â
Ming Feizhen couldnât help blasting alcohol from his mouth this time. âThatâs not enough to report?â
âWe canât!â Subsequently, Long Zaitian softened his volume. âThatâs the death penalty. If the superiors find out, how many people will lose their heads? The general is having a headache over preparing supplies at the moment. Heâll even have to sell all his assets if thatâs what it takes to cover for the losses. The soldiers starving is the last of his concerns.â
âNever knew you were so reasonable.â
âI donât want to be. Problem is, His H-, he is in the barrack and is involved with this.â
âSo you canât file a report because you need to protect him. Heâs a commoner, though. What are you fretting for? Oh, youâre worried about Her Majesty, yeah? Wait, youâre not just concerned about dragging him down; youâre basically sheltering him. Didnât you sell him out? Oh, I get it. He joined the barrack, and His Majesty dispatched you there. In other words, His Majesty is entrusting him to you.â
âYouâre pretty clever, huh? Like me.â
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âDonât insult me. Get to the point. What do you want.â
Long Zaitian had a drink before responding, âI only turned to you because I have no choice. Sending me to the barrack is like sending a man among men to the castration room.â
âCut the crap. Get to the point, blabbermouth.â
Long Zaitian let out a big exhale. âI was once one of the most handsome men alive, the guardian beside the dragon. A momentary lapse of judgement caused me to drown a dragon⊠and planted the seeds of destruction. Thankfully, His Majesty was willing to continue trusting me. How could I let down such a great man? The man in the barrack, however, is not one man I can report. It has only been a short time, yet there has been a plethora of problems. If I continue getting involved, my whole family may be exterminated, while heâll still be laughing. How can I let His Majesty down, though?â
âAnd thatâs why you came to me?â
âI thought of you.â Long Zaitian draped his arm over Ming Feizhenâs shoulder. âBrother Ming, I know youâre a man who cherishes the brotherhood, are handsome, and most importantly, it was Liu Shan Men who foiled his plans.â
âStop. You were just a good spy.â
âYou donât need to be so modest. My point is, His Majesty entrusted him to me, not you. You wonât help him, so how aboutâŠâ
âPut him in his place?â
âSh!â Long Zaitian frantically looked around. âNo. Just help me stop him for a while. Youâre a professional at this.â
â⊠He is a Prince at the end of the day. Going after him isâŠâ
Who in their right mind would want the trouble? So, of course Long Zaitian was ready to handle objections.
âAs long as you agree to lend a hand, I promise to never bother Miss Shen again.â
âYour words, not mine! No going back on your word!â
âA manâs word!â
âIs worth pork shoulders!â
Ming Feizhen and Long Zaitian: âDeal!â
The two of them continued chatting away, sharing information to help Ming Feizhen. Long Zaitian proved himself to be a truly elite brown noser.
Out of nowhere, Ming Feizhen frowned and remarked, âOh damn.â
âWhat?â
âI think I forgot something⊠I was in the middle of a fight. Brother Long, stay in touch. Iâm going to get moving first.â
âEh? Youâre leaving? I will pay the bill. Hey, slow down. Hey! Hey! ⊠How did he know I was going to dine and dash? He truly is adept at shamelessness. Looks like this deal is worth it.â
***
âTsk, tsk⊠How sadâŠâ Ming Feizhen could tell what the outcome was based on the fact that the proud swordswoman was lying unconscious on the ground, battered, cut, and breathing faintly. âHey, you dead?â
Ming Feizhen couldnât tap her awake. Her internal injuries were bad, but not fatal. The most troubling part was that she was also poisoned now â quite heavily, too. More than likely, she forced Bu Xusanâs hand with her extraordinary swordplay. If Ming Feizhen left her there, her death was inevitable.
Ming Feizhen hoisted Ling Jialan onto his shoulder, causing her skin in certain places to be revealed due to her the new holes in her clothing, so he threw a coat over her. As he headed to an inn, he remarked, âNow this development is getting more and more interesting. Donât let me down now.â