Chapter 34

Duan Changhong was filled with confidence, as if he could see the hope of a turnaround.

Since the assassination of the deputy leader, the balance of power between the Golden Saber Sect and the Blissful Gang, which had been evenly matched, was suddenly disrupted, and the Blissful Gang's influence in Fufeng City was severely suppressed.

Recently, he had been feeling irritable and dispirited, spending a large part of his time idling away in the Cuiyi Garden, and the entire gang had a sense of impending collapse and disintegration.

However, the silver-clad man before him brought hope to break the deadlock.

"Steward Sai, my people are ready. When should we make our move? Please give the order," Duan Changhong said humbly.

The man before him, Steward Sai, was a Second Ring Steward of the Silver Ring Guild, a Dili-level expert. Whether in terms of strength or background, he could not stand up to him.

"Leader Duan, please be patient for a few more days. Once my people arrive, we can take action against the Golden Saber Sect," Steward Sai said with a smile, lifting his teacup, lifting the lid, and taking a sip. "Once the Golden Saber Sect is destroyed, our two factions will support each other, and a mere 'Shengyu Trading Company' will be nothing to worry about."

"That's right. That fat man Wang from 'Shengyu Trading Company' always grins, and he's clearly not a good person. I've been putting up with him for a long time," Duan Changhong said.

"Then I'll toast to our success with tea instead of wine," Steward Sai said, raising his teacup.

"May your words bring us good fortune," Duan Changhong said with a fawning smile, unable to hide his joy.

At the moment their teacups clinked, Steward Sai suddenly felt something strange in the room.

Cultivators, with their spiritual energy, are generally unaffected by the weather.

But at this moment, he felt a chill in the room.

"It's a bit cold today," Duan Changhong also shivered instinctively, hugging his arms.

No, why am I feeling cold?

Just as he realized this, a sword pierced through from somewhere.

An incredibly divine and wondrous strike!

The sword carried boundless killing intent and emitted a chilling aura.

"Leader Duan, be careful!" Steward Sai's reaction was a step too slow.

By the time he warned, Duan Changhong had barely managed to turn his body. The sword pierced through his chest, emerging from his back, and the powerful force lifted him off the ground, pushing him back more than two meters, pinning him to the wall with the sword.

An overwhelming coldness spread from the sword into Duan Changhong's body. The sword had missed his heart by a bit, so he did not die immediately.

A beautiful and extraordinary young woman's face appeared before Duan Changhong. She had a slight baby fat on her face, and the hatred in her eyes was almost tangible.

Cold Wushuang, who usually wore a mask, had chosen to reveal her true face this time.

"Who... who are you?" The extreme cold made Duan Changhong's tongue tie, and he could barely stutter out these words.

"Do you remember seven years ago when you led people to brutally harm a farmer family surnamed Cold to seize their land?" Faced with this blood feud, Cold Wushuang could hardly control her emotions.

"Cold..." Duan Changhong's face showed confusion, unsure if he was recalling the farmer family or expressing his current feelings.

"Please, Miss, I am Sai Baowei, a steward of the Silver Ring Guild, and a close friend of Leader Duan. Could you show mercy for the sake of the Silver Ring Guild and spare Leader Duan's life? The Silver Ring Guild will be deeply grateful!" Steward Sai, who had painstakingly planned to dominate Fufeng City, was unwilling to see Duan Changhong die. However, Cold Wushuang's sword strike was too terrifying, leaving him with a deep psychological shadow. He would never risk his life to save Duan Changhong.

Thinking that the name "Silver Ring Guild" would carry some weight, he was surprised that Cold Wushuang did not even look at him, her angry and swollen eyes fixed on Duan Changhong on the wall: "Have you killed so many people that you can't even remember each one?"

"Kill... cough, cough... just... cough... kill... cough, cough..." Duan Changhong knew he was doomed and wanted to say something fierce, but the coldness in his lungs made him cough uncontrollably.

Seeing Duan Changhong, who was pinned to the wall like a dead dog, shivering and coughing, Cold Wushuang's hatred inexplicably diminished.

Is this what revenge feels like? It seems not as good as I imagined.

"Remember, my name is Cold Wushuang, and I am the daughter of that family."

At that moment, the faces of her father, mother, elder brother, and younger sister... the faces of her deceased loved ones appeared vividly in Cold Wushuang's mind, as if it were yesterday.

I have avenged you. May you rest in peace and be happy in heaven.

The coldness on the sword intensified, instantly freezing Duan Changhong's heart, and the leader of the Blissful Gang finally met his end, his life of evil deeds coming to an end.

Staring at the corpse on the wall, Cold Wushuang felt a myriad of emotions, standing in the room for a long time, unwilling to leave. The slender figure of the black-clad girl, with her long black hair tied up, and her sword pointing diagonally to the ground, cast a beautiful shadow in the light.

At some point, Steward Sai had slipped away.

Lost in thought, Cold Wushuang suddenly felt someone put a pill in her mouth, and the fragrance of the medicine instantly filled her mouth.

Coming to her senses, she heard Zhong Wen's gentle voice: "Congratulations on avenging your family."

"Um." The assassin girl responded softly. Although she had fulfilled her long-held wish, she felt an emptiness in her heart, unsure of what to do next.

"There are still many members of the Blissful Gang outside. Once you digest this 'Great Spirit Recovery Pill,' we'll find a way to slip out," Zhong Wen said, understanding her emotional turmoil and not rushing her. "The rest can be left to the Golden Saber Sect to handle."

"What should I do next?" Suddenly losing her life goal, Cold Wushuang felt lost.

"You are free now," Zhong Wen said with a smile. "As long as you don't return to the Ten Thousand Gold Tower, you can go wherever you want and do whatever you want."

"I don't know what I want to do." This was Cold Wushuang's honest answer.

"Don't worry, you are young, and you have plenty of time to find what you like," Zhong Wen said, taking on the role of a caring older brother... or rather, a caring younger brother, given his age.

I want to stay with you.

Cold Wushuang looked at Zhong Wen's warm smile but did not voice this thought. Faced with this extraordinary young man, she felt a deep sense of inferiority, believing she did not deserve to be by his side.

Swallowing the Great Spirit Recovery Pill, her spiritual energy gradually recovered. After about half an hour, she felt about fifty percent restored.

"Let's go," Cold Wushuang signaled to Zhong Wen.

Zhong Wen nodded, turned to leave, but suddenly stopped, frowning.

There was someone else in the room.

A black-clad figure, face covered by a black scarf, holding a slender sword.

"Maple!" Cold Wushuang's face changed dramatically upon seeing the black-clad figure.