Because Han Ning was a genius participating in the Leap Immortal Gate Assembly, her accommodations, though on the same floor as Mo Wuji's communal room, were slightly better, with two people sharing a room.
"Bang!" A loud crash echoed against the door, and Mo Wuji clearly saw blood seeping from the gap beneath it.
"Bi Hui, you are a prince of a lord's country, yet you resort to forcibly seizing my possessions and killing my people. Have you no shame?" Han Ning's voice was filled with grief and indignation.
"Oh dear, my apologies. Fei Si, why don't you commit suicide to appease Miss Han's anger?" A flippant male voice responded, sending shivers down Mo Wuji's spine. Was this guy a eunuch?
Another voice chimed in, "Hehe, I'll just kill myself then. Look, I've got the knife to my neck. Oh dear, I'm dying..."
"I'll go in first." Ding Bu'er declared before forcefully pushing open the door.
"Pfft!" The sound of a blade entering flesh echoed, followed by another person collapsing to the ground.
Mo Wuji saw clearly that a man had fallen into a pool of blood, his throat severed by the knife in his own hand. In an instant, Mo Wuji understood what had happened. This guy had pretended to commit suicide, placing the knife against his neck. He hadn't expected Ding Bu'er to suddenly push the door open, the door unexpectedly hitting the knife and completing the suicide for him. Truly, no zuo no die.
Besides him, Mo Wuji saw Peng Maohua lying on the ground, one arm already severed.
Han Ning and Shao Lan were also covered in blood, forced into a corner by two men. A heroic-looking young man in coarse linen clothes, with a full beard, stared in shock at the subordinate that Ding Bu'er had killed on the ground.
"Who are you? How dare you kill my people?" The bearded, heroic man finally understood, his voice a shrill cry.
Mo Wuji almost covered his ears. He couldn't believe that this seemingly heroic, and extremely masculine man had such a high-pitched voice. Then he understood: this was the lord's country prince, Bi Hui, that Han Ning had mentioned earlier.
He didn't see Han Ning's companions. Cao Hao, Yang Junsong, and Zhao Xu had teamed up with Han Ning, but now none of them were to be seen, and their subordinates were not here either.
"Bang!" With a crash, Yuan Zhenyi, who was at the back, locked the door from the inside. Although, like Mo Wuji, he didn't know why fighting on this ship wouldn't be punished by the Immortal Masters, he knew that some things absolutely couldn't be done openly.
"Bu'er, help Peng Shouhu bandage his wound." Mo Wuji said to the somewhat flustered Ding Bu'er, seeing Peng Maohua still struggling on the ground.
Having experienced killing once, Mo Wuji became even calmer when facing this kind of situation.
When Ding Bu'er took out some medicine and started bandaging Peng Maohua's wound, Mo Wuji walked up to the bearded man. "My name is Mo Wuji, from Rao Prefecture."
Without Mo Wuji needing to say more, the bearded man knew why Mo Wuji wanted to help Han Ning. In his eyes, this guy was definitely Han Ning's guard.
"I am Bi Hui, the Sixteenth Prince of the Silver Han Lord's Country. Are you sure you want to oppose me?" The bearded man calmed down, staring at Mo Wuji with a shrill voice.
Mo Wuji chuckled. "We've already killed one of you, so what do you think?"
"As long as you retreat and stop interfering in this matter, I can let bygones be bygones. I can even allow you to join my Silver Han Lord's Country." Bi Hui said slowly, trying to make his tone gentler. He could sense that Mo Wuji and Yuan Zhenyi were not easy to deal with, especially Yuan Zhenyi, who was at the back.
Before Mo Wuji could speak, Yuan Zhenyi said dismissively, "The Silver Han Lord's Country is nothing but fart. Tell that lord to come and lick the soles of my feet."
Bi Hui's face immediately darkened. He turned to the two guards who were threatening Han Ning and said, "Qiao Di, teach him a lesson."
A man with a face covered in black spots shifted the knife in his hand, and in two steps, stood in front of Mo Wuji.
"Wuji, step back, I'll teach this kid a lesson." Although Yuan Zhenyi hadn't seen Mo Wuji's strength, he could guess that it wasn't much.
Mo Wuji pulled a short, sharp knife from his leg, "Zhenyi, I'll go first. If I can't, you can make your move."
He and Yuan Zhenyi couldn't always be together. Some things he had to face on his own. Just like today, even if Yuan Zhenyi hadn't come, he would have come anyway.
In the time Mo Wuji had spoken, Qiao Di's scimitar had already slashed at Mo Wuji. In his eyes, even if Mo Wuji had brought three people, they could easily handle them.
Mo Wuji hadn't systematically cultivated, but his fighting experience wasn't bad. The sharp knife in his hand was short, so he naturally wouldn't open up the distance with Qiao Di. When Qiao Di's knife came slashing down, he had already stepped forward, stealing into Qiao Di's front. The sharp knife in his hand struck at Qiao Di's blade, and his other fist hammered towards Qiao Di's head.
"Clang!" The two blades collided, and Mo Wuji saw a very thin blue light flow from his palm towards the sharp knife, then flow along Qiao Di's blade.
"Bang!" Mo Wuji's other fist hammered squarely into Qiao Di's temple. Qiao Di fell like a standing stone, collapsing heavily.
Mo Wuji himself was stunned. Was he really this powerful? Actually, Mo Wuji had intended for that fist to simply force Qiao Di to raise his head to avoid the blow. That way, he could have kicked him where Qiao Di couldn't see. But now, his follow-up moves weren't even needed; Qiao Di had already been knocked down.
Instinctively, he looked at his fist, then at Qiao Di's knife-wielding hand, which was somewhat charred. Mo Wuji suddenly remembered the faint blue light; it was just like the lightning he had encountered in Thunderclap Marsh.
Thinking of this, Mo Wuji instantly understood. Although he hadn't cultivated, after using the Thunderclap Marsh lightning to open his meridians, lightning remained within them. No wonder Qiao Di seemed dazed when his fist struck his temple; he hadn't made any attempt to dodge. This guy had been momentarily stunned by the lightning arc transmitted from his blade, which allowed him to launch a successful sneak attack.
"Zhu Teng, take Qiao Di and Fei Si, let's go!" Reacting, Bi Hui immediately called out. He finally understood that even if he had stabilized Han Ning's companions, his side still wasn't a match for them.
Mo Wuji didn't try to stop them. Yuan Zhenyi was there to help Mo Wuji, and if Mo Wuji didn't stop them, he naturally wouldn't either. The frightened Bi Hui retreated from Han Ning's room at almost the fastest speed.
"Wuji, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. No wonder you were able to survive in the Thunder Mist Forest." Ding Bu'er had even forgotten to continue bandaging Peng Maohua, calling out in surprise.
Yuan Zhenyi was also pleasantly surprised. He hadn't expected Mo Wuji to be so strong. He could sense that even if he had made a move, he wouldn't have been able to knock out that Qiao Di with a single punch.
"Pharmacist Mo, thank you. I was in the wrong for what happened before." Han Ning was filled with shame. The companions she had urged to drive Mo Wuji away hadn't appeared during the most dangerous time. Instead, it was Mo Wuji, whom she had driven away, who came to help her.
Mo Wuji said calmly, "Old Duke Han had saved my life. I promised him something, so don't take it to heart. You can think of it as me repaying a debt of gratitude. Once we reach Chang Luo, we'll each go our separate ways."
"That Bi Hui came to snatch the Double-Leaf Flamegrass. I don't know how they knew we had it..." Peng Maohua, who had woken up, said hoarsely.
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