Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

Chapter 913: A Thousand Cuts

Editor: Henyee Translations

In Linzhang City, the Third Leader, known for his ruthlessness, inflicted severe wounds on Meng Shengdong and his group with lethal moves. Fortunately, Chu Qingzhi arrived just in time; otherwise, they might have been completely annihilated.

Chu Qingzhi spared no one; she eliminated them all.

Meng Shengdong and his group were exhausted and found a spot to rest.

Chu Qingzhi brought out some medicine—both topical and pills—handing them to the group, “Can you apply these yourselves?”

Meng Shengdong took the medicine bottles with shaky hands, insisting, “We’re fine.”

Chu Qingzhi nodded and fetched some water, “Come and drink if you’re thirsty. Let me know immediately if you feel unwell.”

Meng Shengdong assured her, “Miss Chu, we’re tough; these wounds will heal with a bit of rest.”

Chu Qingzhi replied, “Then, I’ll go deal with the divine ointments in the warehouse. You rest here.” She then headed towards a nearby warehouse.

The warehouse was large and filled with boxes.

Chu Qingzhi waved her hand, opening all the boxes at once. A sweep of her spiritual sense confirmed they were all full of divine ointments—hundreds of pounds of it. The extent of these people’s audacity was staggering.

She closed the warehouse door and then ignited the divine ointments with a fire control technique, reducing it all to ashes.

Seeing the warehouse catch fire, Meng Shengdong and his group panicked, “Miss Chu, Miss Chu, come out! What’s happening?”

Chu Qingzhi called back, “It’s okay. I’m burning the divine ointments. The smoke must not spread, or it could addict you. Step back ten paces, I’m coming out.”

“Yes,” the group said, quickly retreating as they dragged their injured bodies away.

Chu Qingzhi stepped out of the building.

Meng Shengdong immediately asked with concern, “Miss Chu, are you alright?”

Chu Qingzhi responded, “I’m fine. Rest up. I’m going to check the other two warehouses.”

Meng Shengdong expressed his worry, “Please be careful, Miss Chu. The people from the Yun organization have gone mad, attacking anyone they see.”

Chu Qingzhi instructed, “I know. After you’ve recovered, head straight back to the camp. General Tang needs more hands.”

“Yes.” With their task complete, they were ready to leave.

After leaving the warehouse, Chu Qingzhi transformed back into Lou Ze and headed towards Yanglou Street in the north of the city, where another warehouse was located.

Unexpectedly, this warehouse was an ambush. As soon as Lou Ze entered, a barrage of arrows shot towards her.

“Whizz, whizz, whizz—”

Lou Ze spun and retreated, then with a gesture, created a transparent, arc-shaped shield that blocked the arrows, making them unable to advance further.

The arrows stuck in the shield resembled a porcupine’s quills, densely packed.

With a squeeze of her hand, the arrows shattered into dust and fell to the ground.

A second volley of arrows was launched.

“Whizz, whizz, whizz—”

Lou Ze leapt high into the air, with a flick of her hand, reversed the arrows, sending them back to pierce the chests of those who had shot them.

“Thud, thud, thud—”

Assassins rolled out from their hiding spots.

Lou Ze landed gently, her dark hair whipping around, her garments fluttering—her formidable presence was akin to a deity descending.

The surviving assassins stepped out of the shadows, surrounding Lou Ze. The Fourth Leader, recognizing Lou Ze, looked at him with a complex expression, “I didn’t expect you to be so deeply hidden?”

Lou Ze, confused inside, “We aren’t that close, why should I tell you everything?”

The Fourth Leader appeared hurt, “Aren’t we close?”

Lou Ze, “…”

What’s this about?

Did these two have some unspoken secrets?

Could it be that sort of relationship?

The Fourth Leader took a step towards Lou Ze, his eyes filled with longing, “Lou Ze, why have you been avoiding me?”

How should he know why?

Lou Ze felt goosebumps all over; surely, this handsome young man must have had that kind of relationship. What a headache.

“Forget everything from the past; we are enemies now!”

One of his subordinates urgently called out, “Fourth Leader, let’s finish him off, then we can report back. Don’t be deceived by him!”

The Fourth Leader, using his internal energy, pulled the subordinate towards him, grabbed his neck, and with a twist, snapped it—killing him.

While he did kill the man, his gaze never left Lou Ze, “You can go. I won’t kill you today, just don’t touch anything in this warehouse.”

Lou Ze crossed his arms, “What if I insist?”

The Fourth Leader tilted his head slightly, exposing his neck, “Then you might as well kill me.”

If it were the real Lou Ze, perhaps he wouldn’t kill the Fourth Leader, but now was different; of course, he would.

Lou Ze drew his dagger, holding it horizontally in his hand, “Let’s fight then.”

The Fourth Leader didn’t move, but his men did, all rushing towards Lou Ze, “Kill him!”

Since the Fourth Leader had just killed one of their own, no one was listening to him anymore.

The Fourth Leader stood still, watching Lou Ze being swarmed, and suddenly shouted, “Stop! All of you!”

His command halted everyone as if freezing the scene.

The Fourth Leader then joined the fight, standing by Lou Ze, “Lou Ze, I’ve placed what you want in the place we used to visit together. You can go there and get it.”

Lou Ze, “…”

What was that about? This fight was filled with confusion!

While pondering, the Fourth Leader was stabbed in the chest by one of his men and fell dead.

Lou Ze intensified his efforts, spinning and slashing effortlessly, dispatching all the assassins. He then headed towards the warehouse.

Once inside, Lou Ze immediately checked the contents. Confirming everything was correct, he used his fire control technique to burn it all.

Lou Ze left the warehouse, approaching the Fourth Leader’s body to search it, finding some items that might be clues. He took these and left.

Lastly, he went to a warehouse on Baihua Street in the southern city and set it aflame, destroying all the divine ointments there.

Chu Qingzhi reported the destruction of the three warehouses to Tang Jinghong before disappearing into the shadows.

…

Hong Feiyun was enraged, “The Second, Third, and Fourth Leaders are all gone?”

It took immense effort to train such assassins, and in one night, they were all killed. She dreaded the punishment that would come from above.

Who exactly was responsible?

Hong Feiyun, boiling with rage, demanded, “Zeng Huo, do you know who killed them?”

He certainly knew, but he wouldn’t say, “Master, it must be a hidden pawn placed by Tang Jinghong!”

“Always Tang Jinghong!” Hong Feiyun swept all the teacups off the table in frustration, still unsatisfied, “Find this person and flay him a thousand times!”

Zeng Huo expressed difficulty, “Master, this person is elusive, and it’s likely we won’t even find him.”

Hong Feiyun glared at Zeng Huo, “Can’t you set a trap or figure something out?”

Zeng Huo helplessly replied, “Master, I’m out of men.”