TGCFNM -Chapter 483 Feeling a Little Amused

The carriage raced through the night, its speed increasing with every moment. The wheels screeched violently, as if they could crush stone underfoot.

Inside, Madam Hua Lou shrieked in panic, her sharp voice urging the driver to slow down.

The coachman paid her no mind. He only glanced back briefly, lowered his eyelids, cracked his whip against the horses, and smoothly vaulted down to the ground, then flicked the whip and walked away quickly.

Madam Hua screamed in terror, thrown about inside the carriage, teetering dangerously as the horses hurtled downhill. Just as disaster seemed imminent, a figure descended from above and took control of the horses.

Madam Hua Lou’s hair was disheveled. Clutching her bundle tightly, she rolled and scrambled out of the carriage, only to tumble forward and land sprawled on the ground.

“Thank you, thank you, noble sir! Thank you!” she gasped, struggling to right herself and immediately kneeling in gratitude.

A faint, light chuckle sounded overhead. Madam Hua Lou hugged her bundle tighter and cautiously lifted her head.

Before her stood a young master wearing a demon mask, looking down from above. In his hand was the reins, and the horse stood obediently beside him.

“What did Prefect Yang give you?” the masked young master asked.

Madam Hua Lou tensed, clutching her bundle even tighter. “Wh-what do you mean?”

The masked figure sneered and kicked toward her. “I’m asking you! You’d better answer honestly, or I’ll take your life! What did Prefect Yang give you?”

Madam Hua Lou’s face paled. Having worked in the brothel for so many years, she had learned to read people’s expressions. She knew tonight she had encountered a calamity; whether she handed it over or not, she would lose her life.

“I…I’m scared. I didn’t bring it out…” she stammered, her fingers whitening as she clutched her bundle.

“Didn’t bring it out?” The masked figure sneered and bent down, snatching the bundle from her.

At that instant, a stone flew through the air, striking him squarely on the knee and forcing it to buckle.

Seizing the opportunity, Madam Hua Lou grabbed back her bundle and pushed against the masked figure before sprinting desperately in the opposite direction.

Nearby, in an open area without any cover, three figures dressed in black stood in a strange posture, bending at the waist as if ready to spring.

Su He threw out a single line: “I’ll go catch them,” and dashed off toward Madam Hua Lou.

Chu Ling’s gaze shifted to the masked figure looking back at them. In her mind, however, she was thinking about the silver she had just tossed—she hadn’t even had a chance to warm it in her hand before it was thrown away. What a pity!

“Think carefully. If you use the silver needle, your identity will be revealed,” Bai Su said.

Chu Ling’s hand moved to her waist as she drew her soft whip. Wan Sanjin held his breath, drawing his dagger.

“Go!” Chu Ling shouted, charging forward.

She had to personally test Chu Yue, to see just how far her martial skills had advanced.

Chu Yue snorted coldly, drawing her soft sword to attack. “How dare you ruin my fun!”

Without a word, Chu Ling lashed out with her soft whip, while Wan Sanjin waited for an opening.

Bai Su did not assist, instead furrowing her brow as she watched intently, her voice slightly tense: “Xiao Ling isn’t Chu Yue’s match. Chu Yue’s martial foundation is solid, her skills sharp, and she seems to have countless battle experiences. Her attacks are fast, precise, and lethal—she intends to take their lives!”

As Bai Su moved to intervene, Ghost Scholar grabbed her.

“You need to learn to let go,” Ghost Scholar said, then released her and continued watching the fight. “Actually, our lady isn’t losing either.”

Bai Su gripped the white silk at her waist, eyes unblinking on the duel. “Right, Xiao Ling may not be battle-hardened, but she has fought before. She might not necessarily lose.”

By this time, sweat had already formed on Chu Ling’s forehead. Chu Yue was far more formidable than she had imagined, and her combat abilities from two lifetimes were beyond what Chu Ling could contend with—but luckily, she still had help.

Chu Ling whipped her chain and wrapped it around the soft sword, while Wan Sanjin gripped his dagger and lunged forward instantly.

Chu Yue flicked her wide sleeve, snaring the dagger and tangling Wan Sanjin in the process. Wan Sanjin made a split-second decision to drop the dagger and instead clenched his fist, striking with full force.

Chu Yue, momentarily caught off guard, dodged to the side.

Seizing the opportunity, Chu Ling rolled up the soft sword and surged forward, grabbing Chu Yue’s mask.

Chu Yue sneered. As she reached out to grab it, Chu Ling bent down to evade, and Wan Sanjin stepped in, striking with a palm.

Chu Yue sent a palm strike flying—Wan Sanjin was hit directly and flew backward, but at the same time, he managed to grab the Ghost Mask and pull it off.

Chu Yue’s expression darkened as she slashed toward Chu Ling with the side of her hand.

Chu Ling scattered the prepared powdered medicine at once, then met Chu Yue’s strike with her own palm. She was instantly knocked back but avoided the poison powder, landing on the ground.

Bai Su rushed over anxiously and helped her up.

Wan Sanjin, standing nearby, was shocked. It wasn’t until Chu Ling yanked him up that he lowered his voice to ask, “My lord… are you really that strong? You got knocked down, yet you got up so quickly?”

Chu Ling gritted her teeth in pain but forced a casual smile. “Of course.”

“Chu Yue is running!” Bai Su warned.

Chu Ling watched Chu Yue’s retreating figure and waved her hand painfully. “Of course she’s running—poisoned, and not running would… wait, what poison did I even use?”

Wan Sanjin reached for his waist. “Su He gave me the medicine. I didn’t give it to you… so what poison did you use?”

Chu Ling looked blank. “I don’t know. I just grabbed it from Su He for emergencies.”

Wan Sanjin stared at her.

Chu Ling stared back.

Both of them were dumbfounded, exchanging glances.

“My lord… did you get poisoned?” Wan Sanjin asked.

Chu Ling felt her pulse. “I don’t think so. I covered my mouth and nose tightly to avoid revealing my identity, and I only just administered the poison—she struck me away with one palm immediately.”

“I got hit away too,” Wan Sanjin said, swinging his arm in pain, then carefully examined the Ghost Mask he had grabbed.

“Keep the mask. Next time we can use it to frame someone,” Chu Ling said.

Wan Sanjin thought that made sense, so he tied it to his waist and waited for Su He.

“My lord, Su He’s box of poison… did you grab from the inside or the outside?” Wan Sanjin suddenly asked. “The ones inside are stronger. The outside bottles are just some itchy powder, meant for casual use.”

Chu Ling realized what poison she had used. “Then it must be the itchy powder—I just grabbed it from the outside. How long will Chu Yue be itching?”

“Not sure. But last time at the Si family estate, someone had used a stronger poison, and he studied it and improved some of the poisons,” Wan Sanjin explained.

Chu Ling pressed her lips together, feeling the urge to laugh.

Wan Sanjin also felt like laughing.

No matter how strong her martial arts were, she still got hit!