Battling Records of the Chosen One Chapter 210: Killing at a Rainstorm Night (2)

The heavy rain with loud thunder couldn't drown out the quarrel in Tide-observing Pavilion.

Situated at the east of Mist City, Tide-observing Pavilion was built beside mountains and rivers with a height of about 333 meters. You could overlook less than half of the Mist City from here.

It was heavily raining at night, but the pavilion was ablaze with lights. On the spacious high platform therein was placed a long table.

By each side of the table were seated a dozen well-dressed practitioners, female or male. Each of them looked superior to ordinary practitioners.

Qi Tianxing lolled back in the easternmost chair of the table, carelessly stared at the dark night through the window, and didn't participate in the quarrel.

As a member of Azure-light Pavilion, the matchless force in Mist City, he was the nephew of its master and the elder cousin of Qi Yunxiao, its young master.

Azure-light Pavilion, allied with more than ten forces of Mist City, took the lead in targeting Lin Xun tonight. Thus, Qi Tianxing was undoubtedly in charge of the operation.

Many forces held different thoughts about the operation, making the quarrel last.

He didn't want to be part of it. The operation had been in motion, so what was the point of this quarrel now?

Most importantly, he clearly knew that the people present, who weren't big shots themselves, but just the representatives of those forces.

Of course, he didn't want to say more under the circumstances.

What made him frown was that without no sign of ending, the quarrel became more and more fierce.

"What a joke! We should gather so many people to deal with a teenager in the realm of Human-gang. If the outside world knows this, they'll humiliate us to death!" said someone with a sneer.

"What do you mean by gathering so many people? This is a warning! To kill Lin Xun is to let those poor juniors know what horrific consequences they will bear after offending us!" someone refuted.

"Ha ha! Guys, Lin Xun is no more the former Lin Xun, and he's registered for the Province Test. Even if we want to kill such a poor practitioner, we shouldn't launch the raid in a big way. If the whole world knows this, the consequence is hard to say."

"Yes, you guys should recall that our empire began to carry out the talents-selecting system featuring rounds of selection after the 'Bloody Ten Days' over a hundred years ago in order to prevent such a tragedy from happening. If we kill a practitioner of poor origin who can attend the Province Test, who will bear the consequences if the high authorities blame us?"

"You'll make me laugh to death. How can a dead Lin Xun be related to the 'Bloody Ten Days'? Do you attach too much importance to him?"

Qi Tianxing felt a pain in his head on hearing this. He couldn't help sitting upright, smacked his hand down on to the table, and said with a grave look, "Guys, I'm just asking if your opinions can stand for the forces behind you?"

As if a bomb was dropped among them, his words shocked the practitioners present, making them fall into silence with their look slightly changing.

Qi Tianxing said in a muffled voice with a hint of scorn flashing across his eyes, "Remember, you guys are just representatives. You only need to remember what happened tonight and report it to the forces behind you!"

In other words, they were just messengers, so they shouldn't consider themselves too important. Had they asked the forces behind them for the permission to express themselves?

His words were full of sarcasm, making the practitioners present feel uncomfortable, but they didn't dare to refute.

Silence reigned the pavilion immediately.

Qi Tianxing then pulled back his sight and lolled back in the chair like before, saying, "The operation has started as planned."

As he spoke, a burst of ghastly laughter as if a snake hissed suddenly arose beside the window in one side of the high platform. "What Childe Qi said is right. The target has been besieged, and the assassination has been in motion… Guys, you can just wait and see. I'll bring the boy's head back soon. Bye."

Qi Tianxing couldn't help but feel hair-raising on hearing the voice. But, as he became normal again, the voice had long gone.

All the other practitioners wore a strange expression with more or less antipathy and horror.

"Is it Residual Wind?" asked someone involuntarily.

Qi Tianxing nodded his head.

Residual Wind!

A creepy assassin who always acted swiftly and wittingly and was held accountable for countless people's death. It was rumored that he once brutally killed 108 children and used their fresh blood as the guiding drug to practice one mysterious technique.

If there were other options, no one wanted to have a relationship with such a horrific man. However, no one had expected that Azure-light Pavilion invited Residual Wind to annihilate Lin Xun!

Many people present looked at Qi Tianxing with shock and doubt instantly, for they couldn't figure out the relationship between Residual Wind and Azure-light Pavilion.

Qi Tianxing didn't explain to them about that but said with a smile, "Guys, it's guaranteed that Lin Xun will die tonight. Let's wait and see a good play."

…

The heavy rain accompanied by the cold wind poured down.

Standing under the eaves, Cao Yunxiu said with excitement, "Those lackeys affiliated with the noble finally make a move!"

Those practitioners of Qingyun Commune beside him felt joyful as well.

"As long as Lin Xun dies tonight, we will put in action, spreading the news. I really want to see if the present noble forces dare to act like Blood-slaughterer General the other year, making another 'Bloody Ten Days'!"

Cao Yunxiu took a deep breath and said, "Our poor juniors have been suppressed for a long time, so it's time for us to make our voice heard!"

"Brother Cao, if the death of Lin Xun really leads to the same event as 'Bloody Ten Days' of that year, I'm afraid that we'll be involved in?" asked someone with worries.

Cao Yunxiu said with a sneer, "Don't worry, for the empire is quite different from that in the past. Even if such a matter really happens, we won't be involved in absolutely. We've signed up for the Province Test. The empire is short of talents now, so it'll be reluctant to see us be killed."

After a pause, he looked into the darkness in the distance, "Let's wait and see. No matter Lin Xun is killed or not, our poor juniors can use this chance to resist the noble forces' suppression, which is completely beneficial. Have you ever heard of one sentence?"

All the others felt stunned, but then Cao Yunxiu replied to his own question, "A little spark can cause a conflagration!"

…

In the mansion of the governor-

Liu Wujun couldn't focus on cultivation late at night. He stood in silence in the empty palace and saw continuous thunder and lightning outside. What an unpeaceful night!

He murmured after keeping silent for a long time, "The cold wind, a heavy rain, and a dangerous night… I hope they can keep a low profile…"

…

At Mist College in the same evening-

President Wei Lingzhen and Du Dongtu, commander-in-chief of Ziling Army were sitting face to face and playing weiqi, a game played with black and white pieces on a board of 361 crosses.

"The forces in city are crossing the line," said Du Dongtu with a furrowed brow while he suddenly dropped the chess pieces.

Wei Lingzhen felt stunned first, and then he couldn't help but smile. "Are you still worried about that boy?"

Du Dongtu said unhappily, "He's preeminent with the courage and uprightness. If he joins the army, he'll definitely become a famous general garrisoning a region. Hence, it'll be a big pity if he's killed."

Having thought for a moment, Wei Lingzhen said, "Yes, it really is. But we can't interfere in this matter."

Du Dongtu sneered. "Oh, because?"

Wei Lingzhen said with a sigh, "I know you feel unhappy, but if you interfere in this, you'll offend those forces in the city, which isn't worth the candle."

Du Dongtu said with his voice down, "I belong to the army, so is it a big deal about offending some forces? Brother Wei, you greatly look down on me."

Wei Lingzhen said with a bitter smile, "I know you're not afraid of offending them. But I really worry about that your involvement will cause some problems for your future. The noble forces in Mist City may not pose a threat to you, but how about those in the Forbidden City?"

Du Dongtu stood transfixed, "How is this linked with the Forbidden City?"

Wei Lingzhen said, "Because you'll interfere in the conflict between the poor and the noble. You, a leader of the army, save a poor teenager. What will the noble forces think of you if they know this?"

After some thoughts, Du Dongtu's face color slightly changed. He finally got it.

The operation targeting Lin Xun seemed simple, but the meaning therein was special and no different from the conflict between the upper class and the lower class.

If he involved in this to save Lin Xun, he would definitely make the other noble forces vigilant, the consequences of which would be worse.

"Stop thinking, and let's continue the game," said Wei Lingzhen with a smile while picking up a chess piece.

The face color of Du changed quickly, and he said with a sigh after a long time, "I really want to save him!"

…

Whoosh!

Lin Xun swiftly rushed into an alley like a ghost and ran at full speed in the rainstorm. Behind him was noise caused by someone coming after him, indicating that the enemies were approaching him quickly.

Even so, Lin Xun still stayed calm. The cruel training of the Bloodthirsty Camp taught him that a hint of panic would possibly trigger any unpredictable risks.

As he breathed steadily, he ran at a unique rhythm, which was the most effective means for him to conserve his energy.

At the same time, his soul perception spread like the dense cobweb, to feel everything on the road.

Whoosh!

As he passed by a low house, he suddenly stopped and violently threw his Black Spirit saber at the eaves of the house.

Boom! The eaves were shattered. When the saber pierced through the eaves, a heartrending scream arose suddenly. If you looked at carefully, you would find out a figure, who tightly held a crossbow with his finger already on its trigger, in the depths of the eaves.

However, he never got the chance to fire the arrow out, for the saber from Lin Xun right split his throat as if there were eyes on it!

The whole process only lasted for an instant. As Lin Xun tossed his saber out, he ran forward without looking back.

For Lin Xun who had smoothly graduated from the Bloodthirsty Camp, such an ambush was just like a ridiculous game played by children.

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