DLERB -Chapter 15 Bloodbath in Wutong Alley! Chunyu Yue: How Dare He?!

Outside the alley, Qinglong moved.

Toward the mass of black-clad Jinyiwei behind him, he made only a single gesture.

Leave none alive.

On top of the courtyard wall, the two Luowang assassins who had barely escaped with their lives scrambled desperately to climb over.

One of them had just managed to get half his body over the wall—

When a black shadow moved even faster.

Though he started later, Qinglong arrived first. Leaping high into the air, his fingers formed into claws as he grabbed directly for the assassin’s ankle.

“Get back here!”

Crack!

A crisp sound of bones shattering rang out.

The assassin’s ankle was crushed to pieces on the spot.

He let out an inhuman scream as he was violently dragged down from the three-meter-high wall.

Bang!

He slammed heavily onto the ground, clutching his twisted leg and rolling around in agony.

The other assassin nearly lost his soul from fright upon seeing this.

Using all his strength, he flipped over the wall and landed inside the alley.

He did not even have time to rejoice.

An embroidered spring saber shot out from the courtyard, carrying a sharp whistling sound through the air.

Puchi!

The blade pierced through his back, the tip emerging from his chest.

He lowered his head and stared at the sword tip protruding from his body, disbelief filling his eyes.

He opened his mouth, but only a mouthful of bloody foam came out before his body collapsed limply to the ground.

The alley fell silent once more.

Boom!!

The heavy wooden gate of the residence was smashed apart by dozens of Jinyiwei working together.

Amid the flying wood splinters—

Three thousand black-clad figures poured silently into the courtyard like a dark tide.

No shouting.

No battle cries.

Only synchronized footsteps and the grating sound of embroidered spring sabers being unsheathed.

The few remaining Luowang assassins in the courtyard looked at the overwhelming sea of black before them and fell into complete despair.

“Fight them to the death!”

One assassin let out a final wail and charged forward with his blade raised.

What greeted him were three embroidered spring sabers thrusting toward him from different angles.

Upper.

Middle.

Lower.

Every possible path of escape was sealed.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Three blades pierced through his body simultaneously.

The madness on his face froze in place as he was pinned where he stood, blood streaming down the blades.

One Jinyiwei stepped forward and kicked the corpse aside, pulling his saber free.

Then, expressionless, he walked toward the next target.

This was not a battle.

It was a precise, efficient, and cold-blooded slaughter.

The movement techniques the Luowang assassins were so proud of were utterly useless against the compact battle formations formed by the Jinyiwei.

Their poisoned hidden weapons could not even penetrate the specially crafted Flying Fish uniforms worn by the Jinyiwei.

And every strike of the Jinyiwei’s embroidered spring sabers targeted only vital points, never wasting even the slightest bit of effort.

One Luowang assassin tried blending into the Jinyiwei ranks to launch a sneak attack.

He had barely taken two steps—

When a nearby Jinyiwei, without even turning his head, swung his saber backward.

A human head shot into the sky.

In less than fifteen minutes—

The courtyard returned to silence.

Bodies lay scattered everywhere across the ground.

Forty-nine corpses.

No more, no less.

Every single Luowang assassin hidden within Xianyang City.

The thick smell of blood almost seemed to solidify the air itself.

Ying Ziye slowly walked through the pile of corpses, his black combat outfit still spotless and unstained.

He stopped before the decorative wall cracked by Chen San’s impact.

Raising a small hand, he pointed toward an ordinary-looking brick on the left side of the wall.

“Here.”

Qinglong stepped forward without the slightest hesitation.

Clenching his fist, he smashed it directly into the brick.

Boom!

The entire wall collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Behind it appeared a pitch-black opening, with a staircase leading downward into darkness.

A secret chamber.

Ying Ziye moved his short little legs and walked in first.

Inside the chamber were piles of bamboo scrolls and all kinds of bottles and jars.

The air was filled with a strange mixture of medicinal herbs and metal.

Ying Ziye walked straight to a bookshelf and took down a bamboo scroll wrapped in black cloth from the top shelf.

Undoing the cloth, he opened the scroll.

Qinglong followed behind him and looked over by the light of the torch.

The scroll was densely packed with names of civil and military officials throughout Xianyang City.

Ying Ziye’s little finger traced line after line.

“Minister of Finance, Lord Zhang, really enjoys visiting the Hundred Flowers House in the south of the city. Especially a girl named Xiao Cui.”

“Tsk tsk. If his wife finds out, do you think she’ll break his legs?”

He continued reading downward.

“Minister of Ceremonies, Lord Zhou, looks so righteous on the surface, but every month he secretly sends people to the lands of Zhao to pay respects at the grave of his former deposed master.”

“Father Emperor treats him quite well, yet his heart still longs for someone else.”

Ying Ziye’s voice was childish and innocent, but the contents of his words made Qinglong’s hands and feet turn ice-cold.

Minister Zhou of Ceremonies was a famous loyal official in court and deeply trusted by the First Emperor.

Yet unexpectedly…

“Zhao Gao’s reach stretches really far.”

Ying Ziye closed the scroll and casually tossed it to Qinglong.

“What a pity. He’s not in Xianyang.”

Qinglong caught the bamboo scroll and felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds.

If even the slightest part of the information inside leaked out, the entire officialdom of Xianyang would be thrown into chaos.

Another Jinyiwei discovered a map in the secret chamber.

Three locations had been marked on it in cinnabar red.

“Young Master, these are Luowang’s other three strongholds.”

Ying Ziye glanced at the map.

“Burn them.”

He turned and walked toward the exit of the secret chamber.

“Tonight, there will no longer be any Luowang within Xianyang City.”

Qinglong dropped to one knee.

“Understood!”

As Ying Ziye walked out of the courtyard, towering flames erupted behind him.

The blaze dyed half the night sky red.

He looked up at the waning moon overhead and yawned.

“Time to go back and sleep.”

…

At the same time, within Chunyu Yue’s residence.

The bedroom was brightly lit.

Leaning against the head of his bed, Chunyu Yue’s pale old face carried a sickly flush of excitement.

Listening to the distant commotion outside the window and the reports of chaos in the city brought back by his servants—

He laughed.

Laughed with incomparable delight.

“Hahaha! Good! Excellent!”

“The people’s resentment is boiling over! Heaven and man alike are enraged! That brat has become abandoned by everyone!”

A young Confucian scholar standing beside the bed also wore an excited expression.

“Teacher! This student has already sent people to contact the former royal clans and noble families east of the passes!”

“When they heard that Xianyang had fallen into chaos, they all said this is a heaven-sent opportunity!”

Chunyu Yue tightly grabbed his student’s hand, revenge burning in his eyes.

“Good! Send more people!”

“Tell them Ying Ziye is already a dead man walking, completely vulnerable!”

“Tell them to raise their armies immediately in the name of ‘purging the tyrant’s side’ and march directly on Xianyang!”

“I want to personally watch that little bastard be torn into pieces by the furious masses!”

At that moment—

The bedroom door was suddenly shoved open.

Another student stumbled in, crawling and tripping over himself. Even his official hat had fallen off.

There was no joy on his face.

Only endless terror.

Chunyu Yue frowned.

“Why are you panicking like this? Have you no dignity at all?!”

“Have the rioters in the city already stormed the imperial palace?”

The student dropped to his knees, trembling violently like a sieve. Even his teeth were chattering.

He raised his head, his voice carrying a sob.

“Te… Teacher…”

“Wutong Alley… Wutong Alley…”

Chunyu Yue impatiently interrupted him.

“What happened to Wutong Alley? It’s just some remote place. What could possibly happen there?”

The student took a deep breath and, using all his strength, let out a shrill scream.

“Wutong Alley has been burned to the ground!”

“The forty-nine Luowang assassins in Xianyang, along with the three strongholds…”

“Overnight… they were all wiped out completely!!”

The smile on Chunyu Yue’s face instantly froze.

The flames in his eyes went out.

Replacing them was endless darkness and coldness.

“W… What?”