inspire-indiana Chapter 139 Sneak Attack
Chapter 139 Sneak Attack
Bingyan went to find her mother, the city lord's wife.
I want to ask my mother for help.
A complex emotion flashed across the City Lord's wife's eyes. She had no intention of interfering with Bingyan's feelings, but she also knew that her childhood engagement with the Xue family was a fact that could not be ignored. She sighed, stepped forward, and soothed, "Bingyan, although Brother Lin is a hero, you must also consider the family's arrangements. You have been engaged to the young master of the Xue family since childhood. We can't just abandon these matters. We must consider the overall situation."
Bingyan raised her head, with resentment still in her eyes, but she nodded helplessly: "Mother, I understand." Her voice was low and a little weak.
The City Lord's wife looked at Bingyan, a pang of regret welling up in her heart. She knew her daughter's heartfelt wish, but amidst the scheming and far-sightedness of palace politics, how could Bingyan's feelings be compared to the family's interests? She silently made a decision: for the family's future, and to secure Bing Zhentian's power, the Xue family's influence must remain unbroken. And that Lin Chang'an, though momentarily in the spotlight, was ultimately an outsider. How could he possibly rival the foundations of the City Lord's Mansion?
The City Lord's wife was even more scheming. She planned to secretly take some measures to gradually alienate Lin Chang'an, even using the servants to force him to leave. She whispered to the maid beside her, "Go, tell the chef in the kitchen that they don't need to prepare the best meals for Lord Lin anymore. From now on, prepare simpler meals for him." Her tone was calm, as if everything was under control.
The maid respectfully replied and left, while the City Lord's wife was thinking in her heart that the beginning of all her plans had quietly begun. She knew that as long as Lin Chang'an was here, everything would become more complicated.
In the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, Xu Rong sat on a carved mahogany chair, gently swaying the teacup in her hand, creating a faint ripple. Her face was expressionless, her eyes stern, clearly lost in thought. She slowly set down the cup and turned to look at Uncle Qiu, the steward standing nearby. Her voice was calm but resolute: "Uncle Qiu, go and kill Lin Chang'an."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Qiu's face instantly turned pale, and he nearly dropped the whisk in his hand. He whispered, "Madam, what are you...doing?" He was clearly startled, a look of panic in his expression. "Although Lord Lin is an outsider, he's innocent. Why..."
Xu Rong's gaze was as sharp as a knife, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes: "Uncle Qiu, it was us who saved your life and enabled you to reach your current position. Now, for the long-term interests of the family, shouldn't you work for us?"
Uncle Qiu was stunned, his mind struggling. He had always been grateful to the City Lord and his wife for saving his life, but he simply couldn't bring himself to kill someone. He paused, then spoke cautiously, "Madam, although Lord Lin is an outsider, he carries no ill intentions. Furthermore, he possesses extraordinary abilities. Wouldn't it be even more difficult to deal with him if he became our enemy? Killing him would only lead to endless trouble." His voice trembled, and he was clearly uneasy.
However, Xu Rong wasn't about to listen to his advice. She smiled coldly and spoke even more sternly, "I've made up my mind. I won't regret it. If you're unwilling to do it, I'll find someone else." Her gaze was icy, as if she had put life and death aside. "Go, Uncle Qiu, do what you have to do."
Uncle Qiu's face suddenly turned grim, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at her. He knew that since Xu Rong was so determined, she wouldn't change her mind easily. He had originally considered asking the city lord about this, but seeing Xu Rong's determination, he knew he had no room for maneuver.
He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Madam, I know what to do, but please think twice." He turned around to execute the order, but his heart was full of contradictions and uneasiness.
However, Xu Rong had no intention of giving him any more time. She said coldly, "Go, don't delay any longer." There was no room for compromise in her eyes.
Uncle Qiu was silent for a moment, then turned and left. Although he was filled with doubts, he had no choice but to carry out this mission in order to repay his gratitude.
As the night deepened, the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion fell silent, the only sound being the rustling of branches in the breeze. Uncle Qiu, donning his nightgown, moved nimbly through the darkness. He knew that tonight's mission hinged on Xu Rong's resolve, and on his own future. He felt a mixture of gratitude for his lifesaver and the weight of the pressure he felt at the time of the order.
He quietly walked to the outside of Lin Chang'an's residence, took a deep breath, and prepared to attack. However, as he approached, Lin Chang'an's spiritual sense sensed him. As a powerful pressure swept over, the air seemed to solidify instantly, and the temperature around him suddenly rose.
"Who?" Lin Chang'an frowned slightly, then activated the fire spiritual power in his body, waved his hand casually, and the flame took shape instantly. The flame gushed out and illuminated the night sky.
Uncle Qiu was struck by the flames and quickly retreated, startled. He saw only a ball of flames hurtling towards him, and instinctively gathered his energy, intending to strike back. However, he quickly realized that the enemy before him was only at the Jindan realm, and a wave of contempt welled up in his heart. He snorted coldly, knowing full well that he was a Yuanying realm expert. How could he be afraid of a minor Jindan figure?
"A waste in the Jindan realm." Uncle Qiu sneered, put his hands together, and instantly cast a powerful Yuanying realm spell. The air around him suddenly became oppressive, and the darkness around him seemed to be controlled by him.
However, just as Uncle Qiu was about to strike, Lin Chang'an suddenly vanished into thin air like a ghost, appearing behind him in an instant. Uncle Qiu was stunned for a moment, then felt a powerful aura coming towards him. He quickly dodged, but Lin Chang'an's speed far exceeded his imagination.
"Wind Spirit Root!" Uncle Qiu's face changed. He didn't expect that Lin Chang'an would have such a light body. Although his cultivation was slightly inferior, his speed shocked him.
After a few rounds, Uncle Qiu found that his attacks were completely unable to hit Lin Chang'an, and he gradually felt his physical strength depleting. With a sense of vigilance, he secretly accelerated his spell casting, trying to use powerful attacks to force Lin Chang'an to reveal a flaw.
However, Lin Chang'an remained calm and composed, his flames constantly surrounding him. His Wind Spiritual Roots were exerting their power faster and faster, making it almost impossible for any enemy to catch up with him. Finally, he quickly approached Uncle Qiu and swung the Flame Sword in his hand. The powerful spiritual power directly hit Uncle Qiu's body, knocking him away.
A flash of fear flashed across Uncle Qiu's eyes, and he wanted to take the opportunity to escape. However, Lin Chang'an appeared in front of him in an instant, blocking his retreat. Uncle Qiu's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth, ready to fight with all his might. But he knew he had already lost.