Chapter 63 "Unlucky Agent"

The spy ran all the way to the banks of the Yellow River, carrying the shadow on their back. They found a hidden and flat spot, put down the person on their back, and sat on the ground, gasping for breath heavily.
At this time, it will be a long time before dawn. The only way to cross the Yellow River is to wait for the ferry boat at daybreak. The spy takes out a piece of dry food from his pocket and eats it slowly, replenishing the energy consumed during the long run.
Perhaps it was due to the dryness of the dry rations, this unlucky spy in his heart cursed his superior for assigning him such a miserable task of not providing enough supplies, and suddenly choked on the dry rations.
He was immediately choked, his face turning red, and his hands hurriedly pounding his chest, making a thumping sound.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and gently patted his back, helping the food stuck in his esophagus to go down.
在背后那只手的帮助下，密谍终于疏通了食道，恢复了呼吸，他再次大口喘气，心有余悸地说：“谢谢啊，差点憋...”
He suddenly snapped back to reality and leaped a yard away, pulling out a dagger from his lower back and assuming a defensive posture, staring at the figure that had suddenly appeared. Cold sweat instantly covered his spine.
Only to see a young man with a tall and straight figure looking at himself with a serious expression, his eyes revealing a hint of concern.
Spy: ???
What's going on? I clearly used the sedative twice, the one made by the Mei Hua Court, not the cheap knockoff that can be compared to it in the martial arts world. I'm confident that even a high-level expert in the fourth rank of the Dragon Gate Realm would sleep like a dead pig under the double dosage of the sedative. And according to the intelligence from the building, the target individual has no cultivation base, so how is it possible for them to wake up in such a short time?
He even came up with a ridiculous guess, that the target character might actually be a grandmaster-level expert, right?
He almost amused himself with this wild idea. He shook his head abruptly, dispersing all the messy thoughts in his mind, and took a few slow steps forward, holding the dagger tightly in his hand.
The young man across from him stood still without any movement, simply looking at him with a caring gaze for mentally challenged children.
The spy approached a few steps closer, and the face of the young man in front of him became clearer and clearer. He suddenly realized something was wrong, this young man was not Zhen Meng!
"Who...who are you?"
The young man's gaze filled with a stronger expression of concern, and he looked pained as he said, "I was sleeping soundly at home, and you brought me here in the middle of the night. And now you're asking me who I am? Is there any justice in this?"
The spy's expression froze for a moment, before he could say anything, the young man said again, "I don't care if you want to rob me of money or women, I don't want to argue with you in the middle of the night and disturb my peaceful sleep. Just compensate me with 18,000 taels of silver, and we'll call it even. How about it?"
The spy sneered and said, "So you're just a fool! Do you even know who I am?"
The young man furrowed his brow in confusion and said with distress, "Not only do you not know who I am, but you also don't know who you are? Well, this complicates things. Judging by your appearance, you don't seem like a wealthy person who carries thousands of silver tickets. I detest people like you who engage in fruitless endeavors, wasting so much effort and gaining nothing in return!"
The spy was laughed at and he coldly snorted, saying ominously, "Kid, I don't know if you're fearless or foolish, but one thing is for sure: no matter who you are, you will never see the sun again in the future!"
After speaking, in order to add credibility to his words, he made a gruesome expression and stuck out his tongue to lick the knife.
The young man looked shocked, noticing the unique shape of the knife emitting a faint blue glow under the moonlight. He knew it must have been tempered with a deadly poison used to silence enemies. Did all spies at "Flower Picking Tower" act this boldly?
The spy saw the shock on the young man's face and secretly felt proud in his heart, "Hmph, I am a top-level spy from the prestigious Flower Picking Tower. How can I not control a country bumpkin like you who has never seen the world?"
The young person pointed to his lips, which had turned purple, and asked with concern, "Your lips are turning purple, do you want to see a doctor?"
The spy chuckled coldly, looking at the young person with pity in his eyes, and said in a relaxed tone, "You should be more concerned about yourself. Since I've already said that you won't see the sun tomorrow, then I'll keep my word. Once we enter the realm of shadows, there will be no more chances for you to speak, only darkness..."
The spy's tongue gradually lost sensation, shocking him to realize that the new poison developed by the Fragrant Garden was so powerful. Before he could finish his sentence, half of his face had already gone numb! He quickly reached into his pocket to search for the antidote, completely ignoring the young man who remained calm and composed in front of him. In his eyes, the young man had no cultivation and even if given a sword, couldn't pose a threat to him.
The more anxious the spy became, the more unable they were to find the antidote. So, they decided to empty all the bottles and jars from their arms onto the ground, carefully examining each one under the moonlight, one by one.
Finally, the antidote was found among the various bottles and jars. The spy was overjoyed, about to open the bottle when suddenly a hand reached out from beside and snatched the antidote away.
The spy was shocked and looked up to see the young man of unknown name, curiously examining the porcelain bottle in his hand. The porcelain bottle was of top-quality Ru kiln porcelain, smooth and delicate to the touch, with tiny crackling patterns resembling cicada wings on its surface, which seemed like jade but surpassed jade. The bottle was sealed with a cork made of soft wood. The young man gently shook the porcelain bottle, producing a sound of liquid shaking inside. He curiously pulled out the cork and was about to pour out the liquid from the bottle.
The spy, seeing the situation, grew extremely anxious. If the antidote was really poured out like this, then he would undoubtedly die. No matter what, he must retrieve the antidote!
The spy swiftly flung the dagger laced with deadly poison towards the young man. They were only a yard apart, and with the spy's strength at the sixth rank of the Copper Skin Realm, the dagger flew towards the young man in the blink of an eye, aimed directly at his forehead!
The spy's heart was filled with certainty, a smirk forming at the corner of their mouth, challenging others to pretend to be masters. But now faced with a true master, are they scared stiff?
In just a moment, the smirk froze on the spy's face.
I saw the young man whose name was unknown extend his left hand and gently pinch the blue-glowing dagger with his index and middle fingers. In his right hand, he held a porcelain bottle close to his nose, cautiously sniffing the scent of the liquid inside the bottle. Throughout the entire process of the dagger flying towards him, the young man did not even lift an eyelid.
The spy took a deep breath and felt his heart freeze from his throat to his buttocks.
He made a mistake in his assessment! To casually overpower a sixth-grade warrior who gave it his all, he must at least be a fifth-grade iron-body expert. Wasn't the intelligence stating that there was only one seventh-grade warrior in the entire Zhen family village?
The spy, Feihua Yuan, who is responsible for intelligence infiltration and analysis, had a heated argument with his colleague, Tanghua Yuan. Furthermore, he tactfully and severely reprimanded each and every female relative of his superior, who sent him on this mission. His skillful choice of words left me in awe. Translated content:
If it wasn't for the wrong timing and occasion, he would eagerly grab pen and paper to jot down his thoughts, for inspiration doesn't come like a distant relative of a brothel worker, appearing on schedule. This burst of creativity is particularly rare, and if the next one is to come, who knows when it will be.
心里骂归骂，密谍手上动作也没耽搁，他拔地而起，整个人如同一只巨大的夜枭凌空扑向年轻人，双手屈指成抓，直抓向年轻人脸庞，速度竟比刚才的匕首更加快速，在空气中拉出一道残影，气势极其惊人。
However, the young man still didn't lift his eyelids, showing no interest in even looking at the spy. When the spy was only three feet away from him, the young man suddenly opened his slightly drooping eyelids as if waking up from a nap. His eyes were gleaming with light. He stomped heavily on the ground, and a circular pit with a radius of three feet instantly collapsed. Miraculously, the young man's foot remained suspended in mid-air. At the same time, he twisted his body, kicked his legs, and turned around seamlessly in one breath, transforming his entire body into a perfect triangle, and forcefully plunged into the spy's embrace.
On the quiet bank of the Yellow River, there was a sudden loud noise, resembling thunder.
In the instant when the spy collided with the young man and fell into his embrace, he heard the booming sound as if thunder had struck the earth. Then faintly, he heard the distinctive crisp sound of bones breaking. Immediately after, he felt his body being propelled back at a faster speed than before, crashing heavily into a large tree, once again creating a loud noise.
The spy fell down from the tree with a blank expression, sitting on the ground motionless. He stared vacantly at the unfamiliar young man several yards away, devoid of any emotions. He had no idea what had happened, or rather, he simply couldn't believe what had happened.
After a long time, the spy finally snapped out of it.
At that moment, he felt intense pain radiating from his chest as the center, spreading to every limb and bone. He writhed in agony, cold sweat streaming down his face, his complexion unnaturally pale and his lips tinged with a purple color, appearing particularly horrifying under the moonlight.
He wanted to cry out in pain to relieve the agony that had penetrated deep into his bones, but he found that no matter how he opened his mouth, not a single sound could escape.
Oh no, the toxins have already started to invade!
The spy felt a sense of urgency and endured intense pain. With trembling hands, he used his left hand to support his right arm and pointed his finger at the young man, his eyes filled with sadness and anger.
The young man looked at him, remained silent for a moment, as if making a difficult decision in his heart. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Alright! It's no harm to tell you! A true man sticks to his principles, and no matter where he goes, he stays true to his name. I am the senior disciple of Moon Mountain Temple, the rising star of the Inspectorate, the sole heir of the Moon Mountain Eight Extremes Fist, the guardian of the Zhen Family, and the one known as Baili Qingshan. I have arrived!"
Looking at this title, Bai Li Qingshan, the spy spat out a mouthful of old blood, pointing at him with trembling fingers.
Bai Li Qingshan was taken aback. What does this gesture from the spy at the Zhaihua Building mean? No one has ever taught me this posture! How should I respond?
Although there is anxiety in his heart, Bai Li Qingshan remains cold and stern on the surface. His mind races rapidly, desperately organizing his thoughts, and calmly says, "I know that you probably haven't remembered, so I will repeat it again. If you still can't remember, it would be a sign of disrespect towards me! Listen carefully, I am precisely Bai Li Qingshan, a lay disciple of Yueshan Temple, the rising star of the Supervisory Office, the sole heir of the Yueshan Eight Extremes Fist, the protector of the Zhen family, and known as Qing Shan in Bai Li!"
说完，他斜眼瞥了密谍一眼，冷声道：“来，你重复一遍！”
密谍都快哭了，重复你个粑粑啊！谁踏马关心你是谁啊！我只想要你手里的解药啊！
Bai Li Qingshan watched as he continued to point at himself without speaking, his face darkened. He walked up to the spy, crouched down, and pointed at the spy's nose with his right hand holding the porcelain bottle. He said in a low voice, "Very good, you're quite courageous! The Zhaihua Tower has been passed down for over two hundred years, and its reputation is well-deserved! Resilient, unyielding, and embracing death! I admit that I underestimated you before. Don't worry, I will give you a quick and painless death as a sign of respect!"
The spy didn't respond, but followed the right hand of Baili Qingshan with an eager and longing look in their eyes.
Baili Qingshan looked puzzled as his gaze shifted between the spy's face and the porcelain bottle in his hand. Suddenly, he realized something.
"Do you want this?"
The spy nodded vigorously.
Bai Liqing closed her eyes slightly, it seemed that the mission was much easier than she had imagined.