Chapter 27: Night Raid

After parting ways at the pharmacy entrance, Wang Quan invited Zhang Yuge and his group to visit the Prefecture.

After resting for quite some time, the three quietly slipped out of the Prefecture.

Actually, Zhang Yuge hadn’t wanted to bring Zhang Qingyao along, but she insisted on coming, saying she wanted to avenge that slap.

Zhang Yuge couldn’t refuse, so he brought her along.

After a while, Chen Bin came out from the tavern and joined the three.

“Young Master Zhang, Wu and Miss Jasmine have been in the room for two hours already and haven’t come out.”

Zhang Yuge nodded.

“Miss Jasmine really has been wronged.”

“Young Master Zhang…”

Chen Bin hesitated,

“Do we really want to redeem Miss Jasmine? After all, the person we want to kill is an Elder of Five Spirits. The Five Spirits Sect will definitely come to investigate afterward, and Miss Jasmine’s involvement will be exposed. Won’t that put us in danger? Besides, my father is quite conservative. If he finds out I redeemed a Qinglou Woman…”

“Then the only option is to kill Jasmine.”

“…Huh?”

Zhang Yuge sighed and said,

“Miss Jasmine is willing to take such a huge risk to help us solely because of your promise to redeem her afterward. If we go back on our word, there’s no guarantee she won’t resent us and report us to the Officer. We have only two choices: either redeem her after this is over, or kill her and Wu together.”

Hearing this, Chen Bin fell silent, caught in inner conflict.

“It’s so late already, why hasn’t Liu Rong brought people to clear the place?”

Wang Quan anxiously asked nearby.

Speak of the devil, Liu Rong soon arrived, leading about thirty Imperial Guards toward the tavern.

It was unclear what Liu Rong told the leader of the guards, but after speaking, he separated from them and came to find Zhang Yuge and the others.

The Imperial Guards entered Jin Yi Lou, using a fabricated excuse to clear the tavern and drive everyone out.

Soon, most of the people were forced out, and the Imperial Guards stationed themselves at each exit, only allowing people to leave, forbidding entry.

“It’s my turn now.”

Zhang Yuge was about to enter, but Zhang Qingyao stopped him.

“Young Master, let me knock on the door. If that person sees it’s you, he’ll definitely be on high alert. But if he sees me, he should let his guard down.”

Zhang Qingyao still harbored resentment over that slap from earlier that day.

She believed that after being exposed to the narcotic incense for two hours and drinking a lot of wine, Wu definitely wouldn’t be able to stand.

Hmph.

I can’t take on Zhang Yuge, but can’t I deal with you, you bastard?

In a way, Zhang Qingyao saw Wu as half Zhang Yuge, and she vented all the grievances she’d suffered recently at him.

However, Zhang Yuge didn’t even consider it and refused outright.

“That Wu, though he looks like he’s only at Refining Qi stage ten, his true cultivation is probably already at Foundation Establishment. It’s too dangerous to let you go first.”

Zhang Yuge gently stroked the girl’s hair with a soft hand.

“You just wait by the main door. If I accidentally let Wu escape, you can finish him off. By then, he’ll likely be heavily injured.”

Zhang Qingyao lowered her head and softly responded.

Because of the dim light, Zhang Yuge didn’t notice the faint blush on her face.

The few strokes of Zhang Yuge’s hand on her head felt comfortable.

When he pulled his hand away, she even felt reluctant.

Zhang Yuge then softly exhaled, clasped one hand behind his back, and strode toward Jin Yi Lou.

Soon, he arrived outside the room where the Elder of Five Spirits was being held.

The reason for acting tonight was that Zhang Yuge didn’t know when the cultivation power lent to him by Yun Lan would suddenly disappear.

He couldn’t afford to delay; he had to kill Wu tonight.

If Wu didn’t die, it would be Zhang Yuge who died.

“Bang bang bang bang!”

A series of loud and urgent knocks.

“Get lost!”

A gloomy roar came from inside.

Zhang Yuge’s eyes narrowed slightly.

With so much medicine taken, there should be some effect by now.

“Wu, your father, come out!”

He knocked harder.

The door opened, revealing Wu De, dressed only in white trousers, bare-chested.

“Are you looking for death?”

His voice was hoarse.

He was now dizzy and his head was splitting.

This was because he had drunk drugged wine and inhaled narcotic incense for nearly two hours.

If this were the daytime Wu, he would have sensed something was wrong and immediately retreated.

But now, Wu’s combat and reaction abilities were greatly diminished.

You could say, truly worthy of a cultivator—if he were an ordinary mortal, he would have passed out at least eight times already.

Zhang Yuge pulled out a sharp steel knife from his storage pouch—a gift from Liu Rong.

He swung it directly at Wu, who was too slow to react and was deeply slashed, blood flowing freely.

“You’re damn asking for death!”

Wu instinctively reached toward his storage pouch but found it empty.

Only then did he realize he was bare-chested and his pouch was hanging from his clothes.