TGCFNM -Chapter 193 Beat Them Up Directly

At Chu Ling’s command, the group no longer held back.

Zhang Dong drew his riding whip. Xiao Hua gripped the fire poker in her right hand, while her left hand wore a metal gauntlet, and charged forward to break up their formation.

Su He and Wan Sanjin moved to the left and right to provide support.

Chu Ling pulled silver needles from her waist, pinched them between her fingers, and coldly eyed Si Qing. “I see you really aren’t afraid to die!”

Si Qing pressed his lips together and glanced at Cheng Yunshu beside him.

Cheng Yunshu, holding a lantern, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and charged at Chu Ling.

Chu Ling raised her foot and kicked her away. “Playing the tender, delicate act here? Not on my watch!”

Crazy!

Then, with a flick of her hand, silver needles flew. Si Qing raised his sword to block. A clattering rang out as the needles scattered, leaving his blade riddled with notches and chips.

“With your pathetic skills, how dare you come to assassinate me?” Chu Ling sneered, moving forward and delivering a powerful kick to Si Qing’s abdomen, knocking him to the ground, where he struggled to get up.

Si Qing clutched his stomach, glaring at Chu Ling with hatred.

At that moment, Chu Ling suddenly felt a chill on her back. Alarm bells rang: not good!

But someone reacted even faster.

Bai Su grabbed her hand, spun behind her, and at an extremely tricky angle, released silver needles, whispering a warning: “This person’s martial skills are not low. He’s been hiding in the shadows—probably a martial artist employed by the Si family.”

With that, Bai Su let go of her hand.

Chu Ling delivered another kick to Si Qing, sending his eyes rolling back, before she turned to face the newcomer.

“Some skill,” she muttered. The man was hunched, had a scraggly beard, and eyes like a venomous snake, staring at Chu Ling with a chilling intensity before suddenly lunging forward.

Bai Su grabbed Chu Ling’s hand again, launching another volley of silver needles.

“Don’t be fooled by his eyes—he’s deceptive!” Bai Su warned.

Chu Ling averted her gaze, pinched another silver needle in her right hand, and dashed forward, focusing only on the man’s legs. She delivered a sweeping leg kick while simultaneously firing the needle.

The man snorted coldly, meeting her kick head-on while his hands clawed like ghosts. Chu Ling felt her legs go numb as if they were about to break, while the claws struck her abdomen violently.

A metallic-sweet taste surged in her throat. She swallowed hard and launched herself back into the attack.

The man sneered, his hands transforming into claws again for a vicious strike.

Chu Ling raised her hand to block; her sleeve was shredded into strips, but her compact arrow case deflected the blow.

“How do you even have that?” the man asked, surprised.

Taking advantage of the opening, Chu Ling made a feint with a silver needle and lifted her compact arrow case. A whistling sound pierced the air as one shot struck his arm.

“Heh, lucky to have gotten this thing, but it only pierced the arm. You’re still far from enough…” The man’s words barely faded when his expression changed drastically. Black blood oozed from the wound, and his vision blurred.

Chu Ling could no longer hold back. She spat out a mouthful of blood, stumbled back several steps, barely maintaining her stance.

By now, Wan Sanjin, Su He, and the others had finally taken care of the small fry and rushed over to support her.

Chu Ling shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m wearing soft armor.” The claw had been vicious, but she felt a little relief after spitting out the blood.

Wan Sanjin looked at the fallen man. “I’ll check him.”

Chu Ling stopped him. “No, we can’t be sure if he’s just unconscious.”

“He’s not unconscious. He’s dead.” Su He stepped forward, carefully flipped the man over, retrieved the compact arrow, cleaned it with wine, and returned it to Chu Ling.

Only then did Wan Sanjin inspect the corpse, seeing it blackened from head to toe, without any sign of life.

Su He lifted his arm, showing the compact arrow on his wrist. “The toxins in compact arrows vary, and their arrangements differ. As I told you, the last needle contains a lethal blood-sealing toxin—no weaker than Fengding Red.”

Wan Sanjin was shocked. “This poison… I’ve never seen something so deadly!”

Chu Ling was also shocked. “This is from the Ten Thousand Poisons Scripture too?”

Su He shook his head. “When I was preparing other poisons to put into the miniature arrow vials, there were always some leftovers, so I just mixed them together.”

Chu Ling: “…Skillful and daring.”

Wan Sanjin: “…A coroner with no regard for his own life.”

Even Bai Su was astonished. “This is incredible. You know, mixing multiple poisons is extremely dangerous even for the person preparing them, yet he came out completely unharmed.”

The Ghost Scholar sighed. “Su He truly has an extraordinary talent with poisons.”

Su He looked at Chu Ling. “You’ve used up the poison in your last arrow. Do you want me to make more?”

Chu Ling immediately nodded. “Yes!”

“It’ll cost money. Poisons are expensive,” Su He said.

Chu Ling hesitated for a moment, then Bai Su tapped her shoulder, and she gritted her teeth beside her. “What’s more important, money or life?”

Chu Ling looked at Su He with a pained expression. “Alright, we can advance funds from the Tiansheng Grand Bank. The silver mine is still producing anyway.”

Su He glanced at Chu Ling in surprise. “I thought you’d hesitate for a while.”

Chu Ling looked pitiful. “I can still tell… life is more important.”

By now, Xiao Hua had already gathered all the members of the Si family in one place, waiting for Chu Ling to deal with them.

“Master, they’re all unconscious,” Xiao Hua reported.

Chu Ling nodded, walked over, and glanced at them. Her eyes immediately caught Si Qing twitching under his eyelids. She smirked. “Xiao Hua, there’s still one more here. Break his legs.”

Si Qing immediately tried to get up and run, but he knocked over Cheng Yunshu next to him, slowly waking her up.

Xiao Hua quickly caught up to Si Qing and struck him with a club. “How dare you plot to kill us! Who gave you the guts!”

Si Qing screamed in pain.

Cheng Yunshu immediately tried to get up and check on him, but Chu Ling blocked her with a foot. Cheng Yunshu looked up at Chu Ling’s cold, emotionless face and cried out in panic, “M-Master… I… I was wrong, I was wrong. I was deluded. Please spare me and my husband’s lives!”

Chu Ling’s voice was icy. “How did your father die?”

“He… he died suddenly of an illness,” Cheng Yunshu sobbed.

Chu Ling’s expression turned even colder. “You’re lying. Your father did not die of a sudden illness!”

Cheng Yunshu hurriedly tried to speak, but Chu Ling cut her off.

“You were already pregnant at the time. To prevent your child from having a sinful father, you chose to hide the truth. You are cowardly and incapable, and unfilial. The evil deeds you concealed will eventually bring retribution upon your child. That is karma.” Chu Ling finished speaking and motioned for them to be taken away.

“Master! Master!” Cheng Yunshu screamed frantically. “It has nothing to do with my child! Nothing to do with my child!”

“You are the daughter of Lord Cheng, and Si Qing is your child’s father. How can it be unrelated?” Chu Ling said sarcastically. “Your so-called protection was just for yourself. You feared gossip and judgment, so you coldly concealed your father’s death.”

Wan Sanjin shot her a cold glare. “You will also face retribution!”

Chu Ling paused, then suddenly asked Zhang Dong if there was any blank paper.

Zhang Dong replied that there was.

Chu Ling gave an order, and Zhang Dong immediately went down and rummaged under a small cabinet beneath the carriage seat, pulling out several sheets of paper and bringing them up.

Xiao Hua asked Chu Ling for a silver needle, pricked Cheng Yunshu’s hand, and pressed her handprint onto a blank sheet.

Following the same method, a blood hole was made on Si Qing’s hand, and his handprint was pressed onto the paper as well.

“Master, it’s done,” Zhang Dong reported.

Chu Ling raised a hand, smiling. “Let’s go. We’re heading back.”

Cheng Yunshu gritted her teeth, staggering a couple of steps to follow. “Master, how is this any different from coerced confessions?”

Chu Ling turned back with an innocent expression. “Who said I coerced a confession? Who could even testify for you?”