Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 33: Reinforcements in the Capital

Xin Zhuo's figure was agile, with quick jumps and swift movements. At first, he was a bit inexperienced, but gradually became more proficient, able to move and leap with ease.

It was like a person rapidly transitioning from just learning Qinggong to mastering Initiation Qinggong, Small Vehicle Qinggong, and Mahayana Qinggong.

Yuan Mo'er's face was filled with astonishment and shock, even more difficult to accept than eating a piece of stinky tofu. This was not because of how skilled Xin Zhuo was in Qinggong, but...

How could he also know the "Elegant Dance in the Breeze"?

This Qinggong technique was learned by the Yuan family from the ancient Kunlun Palace, passed down for over three hundred and seventy years, and only taught to the direct female descendants of the family. Even Yuan Zhu Zhu, who had her finger cut off by Xin Zhuo, couldn't practice it because she was born from a concubine.

Seeing that Xin Zhuo had already surpassed her by a large margin, she immediately urged her True Qi and desperately chased after him. When she got close to Xin Zhuo, she angrily rebuked, "Who are you? How do you know my family's Qinggong?"

"Isn't it just using your feet? I was born with the ability!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Yuan Mo'er became furious, but then suppressed her doubts and felt a sense of competition. She formed a hand seal with her right hand, activating three vital acupoints on her body. This was the life-saving technique of Mahayana's "Elegant Dance in the Breeze," which could stimulate True Qi and increase speed.

This move indeed worked, and in the blink of an eye, she had already reached in front of Xin Zhuo.

She subconsciously turned her head and was astonished to find that Xin Zhuo, just like her, had also activated three vital acupoints and surpassed her once again.

He was actually using the same "Elegant Dance in the Breeze" of Mahayana.

Now that their Qinggong was the same, their realm was the same, they could only compete in the level of their inner cultivation.

She had confidence in her own inner cultivation technique. The Yuan family's Five Hundred Year Sect's authentic inner cultivation technique was definitely stronger than the bandits' unorthodox techniques.

However, after a moment, she began to doubt herself again. No matter how she chased, she was always ten meters behind Xin Zhuo, and the distance was slowly widening.

This thief's inner cultivation technique was unexpectedly terrifying!

She could no longer catch up.

She simply stopped.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo seemed to have some thoughts, with a smile on his face, enjoying himself.

Enjoying himself?

This was the perfect opportunity for an assassination. It would be best if she could injure him. If she could kill him, everything would be accomplished.

Her eyes turned cold as she observed Xin Zhuo's movements. She saw Xin Zhuo turn around and come to her side, his focus solely on Qinggong, without a knife on him.

It was the perfect moment!

"Canglang—"

Her waist knife was unsheathed, her body moved like a swallow skimming over water, swiftly moving and leaping. In mid-air, the tip of her knife was like a shadow in the autumn water, slashing down, followed by one knife after another.

Nine consecutive strikes, as fast as lightning, the blurred knife shadows dazzling to the eyes.

And Xin Zhuo happened to meet her head-on.

"Be careful, boss!"

Cui Ying'er, who was watching from below, couldn't help but exclaim.

It was too late!

With their realms being the same, it was a battle of wits. How could he dodge while still in mid-air on the rooftop?

Yuan Mo'er coldly smiled inwardly.

However, the next moment, she realized that Xin Zhuo lifted his head, a playful smile on his face.

Something's not right, she suddenly felt a shock.

Xin Zhuo had already thrown a punch, clumsy and dog-like, but with nine residual shadows.

[The continuous and flowing Dog Paddling Fist.]

It was as if he had calculated the trajectory of her knife, accurately hitting the blade.

"Bang!"

The blade tilted, and Yuan Mo'er, who was in mid-air, staggered.

It was this moment of staggering that Xin Zhuo seized the opportunity. With a light step under his feet, he broke through the thatched roof of the rooftop and entered, his fist directly hitting Yuan Mo'er's chest like an airplane landing.

"Hmm--"

Yuan Mo let out a muffled sound as she fell along with the knife, landing heavily on the muddy ground and sliding a distance. She spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pu" sound.

Cui Ying'er, Han Qimang, and Su Miaojin below watched in silence, witnessing her soaring high and falling heavily to the ground!

Why did she suddenly attack during the Qinggong competition? Why did she suddenly lose?

Xin Zhuo had already jumped down from the house and stood beside Yuan Mo, looking down at her from a higher position. Fortunately, he had reduced the force in mid-air and didn't kill her.

"King Xin, don't kill her!"

Su Miaojin finally regained her senses, hurriedly ran a few steps closer to the two, her chest heaving, her eyes filled with panic.

Xin Zhuo ignored her.

Yuan Mo also ignored her. She only wiped the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, her arrogance disappearing from her face, and looked directly at Xin Zhuo. "Did you guess that I would attack?"

"No! But I am also skilled with knives. I have a natural sense for them!"

Xin Zhuo was bragging with this statement. In fact, he had just understood the intentions of these catchers and wanted to take the opportunity to kill or injure himself in a martial arts contest. Otherwise, what was the point of showing off martial arts if he didn't find a way to save people? So he had been on guard all along and naturally noticed Yuan Mo's attack.

But he couldn't say it directly, afraid of being too clever and causing the catchers below to lose hope and come up with another plan.

"Second question!" Yuan Mo struggled to prop herself up with her arm. "Where did you learn the Lingfeng Miao Dance?"

"I really have a natural talent for it!"

"Fine, please kill me!" Yuan Mo closed her eyes, her breathing trembling.

"Just a martial arts contest, why talk nonsense? Saving Miss Su is more important, right? Let them continue to negotiate. Two have already been eliminated from torture, and Miss Su will be able to leave the mountain soon."

Xin Zhuo helped Yuan Mo up considerately.

The well owner couldn't kill the spirit, it was a matter of principle.

However, Yuan Mo felt insulted. She stared fiercely at Xin Zhuo and said word by word, "I, Yuan Mo, swear that I will kill you!"

"Unless something unexpected happens, you don't have the ability in this lifetime. You need to work harder!" Xin Zhuo smiled and waved his hand like coaxing a child.

Yuan Mo inexplicably felt the urge to cry. She glanced at Su Miaojin and limped out of the village.

Until Yuan Mo disappeared from sight, Xin Zhuo suddenly turned around, grabbed Su Miaojin's hand, pried open her fingers, and snatched the note from her hand.

Su Miaojin wanted to snatch it back but then retreated in despair. "Did you see it too? Are you a monster?"

"I'm afraid of death, so I'm very cautious. Passing notes is something I did better than you when I was studying!" Xin Zhuo opened the note, and several lines of words caught his eye:

"In the next few days, we will find a way to launch a night attack. If there is any movement, stay away from Xin Zhuo and the ordinary bandits. If things go wrong, it doesn't matter. Murong Chang, my sister Yuan Yirong, my younger brother Su Zefeng, and the scholar who loves to learn are already on their way. When the time comes, we will join forces to launch a surprise attack with hidden weapons, aiming for a fatal blow to save the girl from captivity!"

...

Yuan Mo stumbled past Huang Daogui and the other three bandits, stepping onto the stairs leading down the mountain. She looked exhausted and had a severe chest pain. What made her even sadder was recalling what she had said on the mountain:

"...I, Yuan Mo, am willing to serve the bandits and become their servant or concubine."

At that time, it was just a moment of anger. Who could have expected to lose so decisively?

It was truly a great shame, and she didn't know how to face her colleagues for a while.

"How are you, Head Yuan?"

Fortunately, several catchers came up to greet her.

Chen Jing had already taken medicine and applied ointment to his injuries. His complexion had improved, and he asked in confusion, "Did you fall for his Fist Technique?"

He could naturally see the fluctuations in Blood Qi after a heavy punch hit the acupoints.

Yuan Mo intentionally covered her flat chest and said with difficulty, "He... I don't know where he learned my family's Qinggong. It's exactly the same as mine, the Mahayana Lingfeng Miao Dance. I took advantage of the situation to launch a surprise attack, but he discovered it. If it weren't for losing strength in mid-air, I would have been killed."

Of course, it's not that I'm inferior to him, but this little thief is too cunning. I didn't lose."

The group of catchers exchanged glances and automatically ignored the latter part of her statement!

The good news was that this little bandit's Qinggong had finally reached a certain level, indicating that he wasn't too terrifying!

The bad news was that his Qinggong was also Mahayana!

(End of this chapter)