60: Chapter 59 Han Wubing 60: Chapter 59 Han Wubing This was undoubtedly a very experienced assassin.
Had he aimed his first strike straight at Yuan Yang, the ready-to-strike Changhe would have been able to split his head open with a saber.
But he first made a feigned attack on Changhe.
During their clash, Changhe naturally shifted his weight backwards, and his sword’s momentum was aimed at protecting his vital points.
Meanwhile, the assassin had already redirected his effort towards Cui Yuanyang.
Changhe was not particularly experienced; had his thinking been even a half-beat slower or his subsequent moves a fraction slower, Cui Yuanyang would have already been lying dead at that moment.
Changhe indeed hadn’t managed to adjust his position in time, but unexpectedly, just as the assassin’s sword light turned, Changhe’s left hand had already flicked a sharp little pebble.
It was as if the assassin had turned and presented his back for Changhe to strike, hitting him right at the shoulder well with a “smack”.
The assassin’s arm went numb, and he couldn’t even hold onto his sword.
Cui Yuanyang, who wasn’t completely defenseless, immediately executed a “Splitting Light Flickering Shadow” move and swept away the assassin’s feeble sword, thrusting it through the assassin’s throat.
“…” The assassin died with tears in his eyes in the hands of “Little White Rabbit,” without ever understanding how.
Of course, it was the martial ethics that even Yue Hongling cursed.
While furiously slashing with his saber and also retracting his center of gravity, he had already surreptitiously flicked the pebble, a sneaky move Changhe used himself against enemies.
It just so happened that the assassin turned around, making it as though the move was delivered to him on a platter.
The onlooking mysterious young man in black finally couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Changhe internally exclaimed in luck, breaking out in a cold sweat but not daring to relax, focusing intently on the black-clothed young man’s hands.
The young man in black shook his head, finally making a move.
The sword light flashed, but it didn’t aim at Changhe or Cui Yuanyang.
Almost simultaneously, the remaining members of the Cui Family let out cries of anguish and collapsed one after the other.
Heavy rain poured down from the broken roof, washing the blood on the ground.
The originally empty and silent ruined temple was now littered with bodies.
Cui Yuanyang, with tear streaks still visible on his face, cautiously hid behind Changhe, peeking out at the young man in black.
Not only her, but even Changhe wasn’t sure of this person’s background or intentions.
The young man in black sheathed his sword and finally spoke, “These people may not bear the Cui surname, but they are indeed related to the Cui Family.
Miss Cui knows better than I do about these connections.”
Cui Yuanyang bit her lower lip and didn’t answer.
The man suddenly laughed, “If you talk about priorities, those who disturb others are rough mountain bandits.
Those who say the place is reserved and make others leave are families of high social standing.
At last, he was belting out a booming laugh, the sound shaking the rooftop tiles.
Cui Yuanyang, looking utterly pitiful, clung to the corner of Changhe’s clothes, with her head nearly burrowing into a cricket’s nest.
Changhe finally asked, “May I dare to ask who you are…”
The man’s laughter gradually subsided and his face returned to an emotionless deadpan expression, “Han Wubing.”
People who introduce themselves this simply are generally famous; now, if Changhe went out and mentioned the name, others would know who he was.
After all, it’s impossible not to have read the Chaotic World Book in this world; being mentioned there just once makes one widely known, even if only a nitwit.
This person, daring to introduce himself without fear of ridicule, was clearly of a certain stature.
Han Wubing, Hidden Dragon rank eighty-seven, slightly more advanced than Changhe.
His cultivation was also higher; he was at the Mystical Gate Fourth Layer.
Actually, the Chaotic World Book didn’t list all the names in a total ranking, but each flicker of the list was recorded by people who compiled all the rankings into books that sold out.
Every change in the ranking was welcomed by these cunning merchants – it was an opportunity to sell a new edition.
Changhe didn’t know why he had to spend money on this when he could compile the list himself; after all, he was also one of the spenders, having never seen the previous issues.
“So it’s Brother Han.” Changhe bowed his hands, “I am Zhao Changhe.”
“I know; I knew even before you entered, for I have seen your portrait so often it’s etched in my memory.”
Han Wubing stopped there, everyone knew what he left unsaid.
He was a Bounty Hunter, and memorizing the faces of wanted criminals usually meant one thing…
Cui Yuanyang became tense once again and sensibly stopped clutching Zhao Changhe’s clothes, taking a half step back, worried about affecting his performance.
Han Wubing’s gaze landed on Cui Yuanyang’s face, and Zhao Changhe subtly moved a step across, shielding Cui Yuanyang so tightly that not even a bit of her clothes was visible to him.
Han Wubing sighed, “Miss Cui does have a bounty on her, but Han does not kill such…
There’s no need to be so nervous.”
Zhao Changhe replied indifferently, “So, you want to kill me instead?”
“People think Han is one of the Bounty Hunters; this is a misunderstanding.
The Chaotic World Book does not specify a person’s occupation; that’s the author’s own bias… It’s merely because Han has collected various types of bounty rewards, from both the lawful and the underworld.”
“So, you are not a Bounty Hunter?”
“Han wanders the world, solely to test his sword skills.
But without theft or robbery, how should he make money?
Various bounties, mostly from societal rejects or underworld feuds, allow him to test his sword and maintain his needs in the Worldly Society.
That’s all there is to it.
If you insist on calling Han a Bounty Hunter, it wouldn’t be entirely incorrect…
but the priorities are different.”
Zhao Changhe twitched the corners of his mouth.
It seemed he was naturally a perfect candidate for a sword test; having similar ranks, slightly less strength than Han, naturally a sword tester.
Then, wanted by the officials, truly a societal reject of the Worldly Society, and with money involved, a huge bounty of a thousand taels of gold from the Demon Sect…
Knowing what Zhao Changhe was thinking, Han Wubing said indifferently, “Han indeed came here specifically looking for you, but I didn’t expect to encounter you on the way… Your Saber Technique is excellent, one of the best I’ve seen among those at a similar level of cultivation.
I truly wish to have a proper fight with you, but not now.”
Because I said we should respect who came first and not disturb you?”
Han Wubing’s gaze once again fell behind Zhao Changhe, his previously indifferent eyes now softening, “Because of that phrase ‘compensate for the Worldly Society in my heart’…
Miss Cui, such a person should not perish by the hand of villains.
I hope you can escort her safely home.
Then, Han would like to challenge you later.
Zhao Changhe found it rather interesting.
He, Zhao Changhe, Yue Hongling, Cui Yuanyang, and the Han Wubing before him, all had their own version of the Worldly Society in their hearts, which might be the same thing, or at least similar.
He gave a fist-and-palm salute, “It is also my wish.
Brother Han can suggest a place; Zhao will surely come.”
“A thousand miles southeast of Qinghe lies Ancient Sword Lake.
I happen to have some business there.
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around the arrival of Xia, would that be appropriate?”
“That would be appropriate.”
“Then let’s meet by Ancient Sword Lake come Xia,” said Han Wubing as he bowed with a fist-and-palm salute, spoke no further, and turned to leave.
It was then that Cui Yuanyang peeked her head from behind Zhao Changhe, “The legends about the sword at Ancient Sword Lake are mostly false.
My family has investigated multiple times, and found nothing.”
Han Wubing kept walking, “I know.
I’m just going there for Qingming Festival, to pay respects to an old friend.”
“Who has offered a bounty for my death?”
“I do not know, but the reward is quite high…
I’m sorry, this is not the ‘Worldly Society’ in your heart.”
His voice faded, and he was gone.
Zhao Changhe turned and pulled Cui Yuanyang from behind him, smiling, “This man seems laconic, and yet he spoke quite a lot today, probably for you.
Truly a man everyone loves.”
Cui Yuanyang didn’t say much, staring blankly at the corpses on the ground.
Zhao Changhe placed the rabbit cap she had lost during the fight back on her head, speaking softly, “Don’t overthink things.
It’s dirty here; let’s move.”
Cui Yuanyang whispered, “I didn’t expect that this time, you, me, Han Wubing, and this unknown assassin along with the Cui Family, would all cross paths, with the Cui Family being the lowest level among us.”
Zhao Changhe rubbed her head, “It has nothing to do with you.”
Cui Yuanyang tilted her head to look at him, “You’ve also become much gentler all of a sudden.
Is it to comfort me since I was just assassinated, or is it also because of what I just said?”
Zhao Changhe just smiled, not answering.
Cui Yuanyang understood, but suddenly smiled brightly, “But the Worldly Society that I want, you’ve just compensated me for it.”