TNIBFT -Chapter 128 Let You Kill One

Duan Qingshan suddenly lifted his head, his eyes urgently fixed on Ye Tian.

“You… how do you know my sister?”

“Who exactly are you?”

Duan Qingshan was overwhelmed with emotion. One hand clutched his chest while the other pushed against the ground as he struggled to sit up. His mouth was full of blood, his face pale, yet the longing in his eyes could not be hidden.

In the original story, Duan Qingshan’s loyalty to Shen Jie was partly tied to his search for his sister. Later on, Shen Jie, once capable, would genuinely help him find her, which in turn secured Duan Qingshan’s dedication. In the book, Shen Jie had also sent people to inquire about Duan Yingying’s whereabouts, but because the protagonist had too many matters to handle, Duan Yingying’s situation was repeatedly overlooked and missed.

It wasn’t until later, when Shen Jie heroically saved a beautiful dancer, that he discovered she was Duan Qingshan’s sister.

After learning more, it became clear that Duan Yingying had suffered greatly over the years, being passed from one place to another.

Once rescued by Shen Jie, Duan Yingying developed feelings for him, and both siblings became fiercely loyal to Shen Jie.

“It doesn’t matter who I am!”

Ye Tian spoke, looking down at the desperate Duan Qingshan. He continued, “Duan Yingying… if I’m not mistaken, she is fifteen this year. She is the youngest daughter of General Duan from the former Liu City. After her family was killed, she was saved by her wet nurse, and since then, her whereabouts have been unknown. Your sister has a red birthmark the size of a palm on her back near the shoulder blade, right?”

“You…”

“You!”

Duan Qingshan’s face was full of shock. His eyes widened, one hand grabbing Ye Tian’s clothes, his eyes red with excitement.

How did Ye Tian know?

In the entire world, the only people who could know about the birthmark on his sister’s back were his deceased parents and himself. The wet nurse who saved her had already passed away. There could be no second person who knew this. Duan Qingshan trembled violently with emotion.

Before dying, his parents had protected him, urging him to find his sister no matter what.

At this moment, Duan Qingshan seemed to feel the warmth of his father’s blood-stained hand before death, his mother’s gentle, reluctant smile, and even his sister’s cries in his ears.

Over the years, Duan Qingshan had killed countless people. He had thought himself cold-hearted, but tears now fell uncontrollably. Unsure whether it was joy or sorrow, he knelt on the ground, clutching Ye Tian’s clothes, and cried out, “Tell me… tell me where she is!”

“She’s still alive, isn’t she?”

The wind and snow whipped through Duan Qingshan’s disheveled hair. His straw hat had fallen onto the snowy ground during the fight, leaving his scarred face exposed. The crisscrossing scars made it impossible to discern his original appearance.

Sun Wuji stood to the side, shaking his head. Squinting at the swirling snow, he lifted the gourd of strong wine at his waist and took a swig, loudly exclaiming, “Another delusion… such a hassle, such a hassle!”

The old man shook his head and walked away.

Ye Tian looked down at Duan Qingshan at his feet. “Follow me. In exchange for news about your sister, that’s not too much, right?”

“If you hesitate, Duan Yingying might be sent away again during this time.”

Boom!

Duan Qingshan knelt on the ground, his mind buzzing.

Sent away?

He knew all too well what could happen if a woman was sent away. These beasts—how dare they?

His eyes bloodshot with fury, Duan Qingshan longed to slaughter everyone who had wronged his sister, yet his anger had no outlet. He didn’t even know where his sister was, and after searching the entire Da Liang, there was still no news. It was like looking for a needle in the sea. Did Ye Tian really have this ability?

“I’ll do it!”

Duan Qingshan said, his eyes flashing. “When will you be able to rescue my sister?”

“That depends on your sincerity.”

Ye Tian smiled. “But for now, you have no other choice.”

Duan Qingshan fell silent.

“Dad…”

Before they could finish speaking, Xiao Jiang peeked from behind the main gate, showing half his head. His voice was soft as he spoke. Ye Tian’s expression softened immediately as he waved to his son. “What are you doing out here?”

“It’s cold outside, hurry inside.”

Xiao Jiang blinked his big eyes and pursed his lips. “Uncle is injured. Master says a healer should have a compassionate heart. I’m bringing medicine for Uncle.”

With that, the little one trotted over on his short legs, holding a small porcelain bottle in one hand.

“Does it hurt?”

Before Duan Qingshan could react, Xiao Jiang had already reached him. The little boy squatted down, furrowed his delicate brows, and looked at Duan Qingshan’s chest wound with concern. Then Duan Qingshan felt something soft touching his wound, a tingling warmth spreading over it.

The milky-soft touch eased some of the tension in Duan Qingshan’s body. This feeling… it reminded him of when his little sister was young.

The little girl in his memory would follow her brother and call out to him.

When hurt, she would say, “I’ll help you, brother.”

Duan Qingshan felt a heaviness in his chest. Looking at the delicate, adorable child before him, he turned his face slightly away, afraid of scaring the little one.

Ye Tian stood to the side, watching coldly.

He didn’t believe his son could be this kindhearted.

As expected, Xiao Jiang suddenly spoke: “I made this medicine myself. It stings a bit when applied, but it works very well. You just have to endure it.”

After saying that, his eyes glimmered with determination as he poured the pale yellow powder onto the wound.

The wound, which had been gushing blood, seemed to react to the medicine like a chemical reaction, bubbling on his flesh. Duan Qingshan nearly cried from the pain. Was this… the legendary bone-scraping healing technique?

It was indeed painfully sharp… just a tiny bit.

“From now on, should I help you protect the children?” Duan Qingshan asked.

Ye Tian said, “If you follow me, you follow my orders. This isn’t your chance to pick missions.”

“Your sister… I’ll send people to rescue her tonight. Don’t worry—I don’t go back on my word.”

Duan Qingshan felt a surge of joy in his heart.

Seeing that Ye Tian no longer spoke, he thought to himself: if Ye Tian had the ability, it wouldn’t be bad to follow him along with his sister. At least they could live a stable life.

After applying the medicine, Xiao Jiang happily left.

Outside the door, only Ye Tian and Duan Qingshan remained. Ye Tian asked directly: “Saving someone is my sincerity. And yours?”

Duan Qingshan was momentarily stunned.

Then he quickly bowed: “I obey your orders.”

Ye Tian nodded. “I want you to kill someone.”

Duan Qingshan remained calm.

Ye Tian continued, “Shen Jie!!”

“No mercy—execute him on the spot.”

“Alright!”

Duan Qingshan didn’t hesitate; he agreed immediately. Ye Tian nodded in satisfaction. “I won’t let you die. Shen Jie isn’t any kind of expert. He’s just a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy. Rest up tomorrow, and then you can act.”

“Alright!”

…

Inside the city lord’s mansion.

The palace gleamed with gold and jade, majestic and imposing, dragons and phoenixes engraved in gold, flaunting ambition.

Inside, it was warm like late spring. Xiao Haoyang wore the city lord’s robe embroidered with a four-clawed golden dragon and a golden crown, sitting on a golden chair reviewing official documents. Ji Zhengping, clad in iron armor, had a simple, honest face but sharp eyes. After a moment’s thought, he spoke:

“City Lord, Shen Jie offended Tao Lichun and Zhao Kang. Zhao Kang publicly stripped him of his eligibility for selection.”

Without looking up, Xiao Haoyang said casually, “A useless person unfit for the spotlight, that’s all.”