Although the monks in the temple and the devout worshippers mostly attend the lectures on sutras and maintain a peaceful environment wherever they go, Yuyao still went to the back mountain to attract people out.
As she walked in the direction of the back mountain, she spread her divine essence outward.
As she entered the area of the back mountain, her spiritual senses detected a tall young man dressed in the style of a noble, holding a folding fan and occasionally flicking it, his demeanor relaxed and leisurely.
That appearance, as if taking a leisurely stroll in the mountains, would deceive anyone and make them think that she is a devout worshipper of the temple.
But Yuyao noticed that the man, although seemingly focused on the surrounding scenery, was occasionally glancing at her.
She barely tilted her mouth, knowing that the target person had appeared, and her eyes glinted with a cold light.
"Sī Qín, I'm a bit thirsty, go get me some water. Sī Huà, go check the vegetarian room in the temple and see if there are any snacks to eat."
Yuyao stopped in her tracks and turned her head towards the servants behind her.
If things get physical soon, the two of them wouldn't know what to be scared of, and staying here would only be a hindrance.
"Master, if we all leave, you will be very dangerous alone."
Sī Qín frowned slightly, as the temple of Wan'an was a place mixed with all kinds of people, and the monks in the temple were all listening to lectures on sutras. What if something bad happens?
With such a beautiful appearance, and no one by her side, it really doesn't sit well with her.
Although Sī Huà didn't speak, the look in his eyes also conveyed a sense of unease towards Yuyao.
Warmth flickered in Yuyao's eyes, and she said softly, "It's okay. It won't take long. I'll wait here for you, and everything will be fine."
"But."
Sī Qín still wasn't convinced, hesitant.
"Don't hesitate, go quickly. Do you want your master to die of thirst?"
Yuyao's tone deepened by two notches, making it sound as if she was slightly displeased.
Sī Qín and Sī Huà heard that their master was unhappy and realized that they didn't have much time. So they agreed.
"Yes, master."
With a nod and an additional reminder not to go too far, the two servants turned around and left.
Seeing Sī Qín and Sī Huà leave, she went to the cliffs behind the mountain, where there were few people, making it almost an ideal location for committing a crime.
The blue-robed young man was actually dressed as Xīfēng, and he had been lurking around the temple for several days without finding a chance to strike.
It was not until today that he had unexpectedly discovered that the woman had not attended the lectures, and Marquis Yan was not with her either, as she had wandered all the way to the back mountain.
At this point, he sent the servants away and his eyes lit up with a glint of joy, thinking that today was finally the day he could complete his mission.
He knew not a day had passed without him lying in wait in the shadows, and he was becoming numb with the effort.
Now, he was almost impatient to deal with this woman.
Xīfēng quickly followed, even without concealing himself.
Seeing her heading towards the cliffs, Xīfēng was momentarily stunned, frowning slightly.
What could this woman want with the cliff?
But he didn't waste much time thinking about it. A delicate woman like her couldn't possibly pose a threat to him.
With this thought in mind, he quickly resumed following her.
Yuyao walked a bit further up, and soon reached the edge of the cliff. Glancing at the sheer cliff wall, her eyes shifted thoughtfully.
Perhaps she didn't need to waste her Heavenly Thunder Seed, but she could still deal with that man.
Her spiritual senses alerted her that the man had followed her. Her eyes flickered, and she swiftly hid behind the sheer cliff wall.
With the cover of the wall, her face turned cold, and she closed her eyes. Her spiritual essence condensed into a needle, which she aimed fiercely at Xīfēng's soul.
"Hmm."
Xīfēng felt a sudden, intense headache, as if it were emanating from his soul. The pain was so severe that his face turned pale, and he nearly fell to the ground.
Without waiting for him to react, an arrow shot straight at him.
Targeting his throat.
Xīfēng laughed coldly, curled his fingers, and the arrow that had reached his throat was deflected away.
In the next moment, his soul experienced another intense pain, as if thousands of needles were piercing his soul. The pain made him twist his face and he couldn't help but let out a loud cry.
"Aah, darn it! How can my head suddenly hurt so much?"
Xīfēng trembled with pain, his face pale as paper. As a secret guard, he had undergone all sorts of cruel training.
He had experienced various degrees of pain, but none of them were as intense as this.
It felt as though the pain wasn't in his body but in his soul, causing him to collapse on the ground.
Due to the excruciating pain, he didn't notice that at this moment, two arrows had already been shot towards him—one aimed at his brow and another at his throat.
As a well-trained secret guard, Xīfēng was still able to sense danger even though his soul was trembling in pain.
Seeing the two arrows aimed at his vital points, he had no time to ponder who was behind the attack. He swept his longsword through the air, sending the arrows crashing to the ground.
The next moment.
"Plop."
The sound of a blade piercing into flesh, a dagger suddenly shot towards Xīfēng, piercing straight into his forehead. Blood gushed out, flowing down his face.
Xīfēng unwillingly widened his eyes and immediately fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.
Seeing that he was already dead, Yuyao emerged from behind the sheer cliff, holding an unknown bow in her hand.
Although she had not cultivated or practiced martial arts in this life, her bones still carried the essence of a cultivator, making her proficient in combat techniques and strategies.
With her powerful spiritual energy, the cover of the sheer cliff, and the weapon in her hand, even though her body was delicate, she could still kill a person.
She put the bow away in space and looked at the dead Xīfēng, thinking about how to deal with his body.
Suddenly, a horrendously pungent odor assailed her nostrils.
Her expression tightened, and her gaze swept quickly around. When she looked in a certain direction, she saw Princess Zhao Min had appeared somewhere unknown, looking at her in terror.
"You... you didn't see anything."
Princess Zhao Min was already petrified, her composure shattered and her face losing its color.
Seeing Yuyao's gaze fall on her, she assumed that this lowly woman wanted to kill her to keep her mouth shut, and her face turned white again.
She was aware that Xīfēng had gone to tail Yuyao, which was why she had followed along to see for herself. She planned to give this woman a good, hard lesson.
She wanted to make the woman so desperate that she couldn't live with the shame or die from it.
Although she couldn't be sure if the sudden offensive smell emanating from her body was caused by Yuyao, Princess Zhao Min immediately attributed it to her.
All her misfortunes began with encountering this lowly woman. Who else should she blame but this woman herself?
With Xīfēng dead, Princess Zhao Min dared not stay there; she almost fled on the spot in fear.
Yuyao did indeed have the thought of killing her to keep her mouth shut. If Princess Zhao Min left today, she would face endless troubles in the future.
She would never leave any hidden danger behind. She did not pursue but instead drew out the bow she had put away in space. She also had an arrow in her hand now.
This bow was purchased from the system mall, designed to be easily drawn by women. Being a common weapon, it was very inexpensive.
She pulled back the string, and the arrow flew out, aimed directly at the panic-stricken Princess Zhao Min.
Princess Zhao Min had come specifically to confront Yuyao and, before leaving, had not brought any maidservants. She believed that with Xīfēng by her side, she would be safe.
Now, she regretted not bringing anyone along.
Seeing that no one was chasing behind her, she found it strange. She turned around and saw an arrow flying towards herself.
"Aah! Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"
Princess Zhao Min was so terrified that her soul seemed to be splitting apart, and she let out a loud, fearful scream.
"I'm sorry, don't kill me."
Before she could finish her apology, the arrow flew straight into her chest.
Blood gushed out, and a large area of her robe was stained with the crimson red of her own blood.
"You lowlife, I curse you to have a terrible death in the next life. Go to hell!"
Princess Zhao Min clutched her chest in pain, but her gaze towards Yuyao was filled with venom, and the words she spoke were equally venomous.
"Rest assured, I will not go to hell, because I am not like you."
Yuyao put the bow away in space and walked towards the other person with a cold expression.
"What?"
Princess Zhao Min seemed not to understand her meaning, but before she could ponder it further, she collapsed to the ground and was already dead.
Yuyao looked at the lifeless body of Princess Zhao Min with a cold expression and clicked open the system mall to buy a bottle of corpse-transforming liquid.
She unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and the liquid poured down onto Princess Zhao Min's body.
After a while, white smoke began to rise from Princess Zhao Min's body.
"Sssssss" A few clicks later, the corpse turned into a pool of blood.
Seeing that half the bottle of corpse-removing liquid was left, Yuyao walked over to Xīfēng's body and poured it all over him.
Soon, Xīfēng's body also turned into a pool of blood.
If she had a spiritual energy, she wouldn't have to go through all this trouble. She could just cast a Fireball spell and erase all evidence of the bodies.
She threw the bottle containing the corpse-removing liquid into space and then meticulously cleaned up the two pools of blood on the ground.
Satisfied that no suspicious traces were left, she hurriedly left the place.
