Chapter 240: In Danger

Translator: Flying Lines

“Ah!” A Qing Yan soldier screeched and became sober again, blood gushing from his shoulder. “Bastard, you might as well kill me if you are bold enough. Don’t waste your time torturing me…”

“I’m impressed. Since you are seeking your own doom, I will satisfy you right now!” A soldier from Nanjiang said in arrogance before spraying a bag of powder on the trapped soldier’s body. Suddenly, with plumes of smoke rising, the soldier’s clothes, flesh and bones began to melt…

His scream was shrill enough to pierce the clouds.

He struggled violently, his eyes bloodshot, blue veins bared on his forehead. However, all the effort was in vain. His limbs, torso, and head were reduced gradually to a pool of pungent blood dripping on the ground…

Murong Xue frowned. What was that? Flesh Melting Powder? Why would a common soldier own such deadly poison?

“This looks interesting. My turn!” Another soldier with a bamboo tube in his hand rose to his feet before rushing to the soldier tied to the wooden pillar in excitement.

“That’s the last tube. Don’t squander it,” his evil partner warned him.

“Got it!” He opened the lid with a nod. With a plume of light pink smoke rising from the bamboo tube, he sprinkled it to the Qing Yan soldier’s face.

With a scream, the soldier’s body twisted violently before turning into a dried corpse in a moment due to the strong efficacy of the poison…

Murong Xue squinted her pretty eyes. Since the light pink powder was lethal, would the pink smoke be poisonous as well? If it were, this forest did live up to its fame…

“Since your buddies have all been killed, it’s your turn now, ha-ha!” The Nanjiang soldier approached the last Qingyan soldier unhurriedly with a smirk and pointed at his face with the bamboo tube…

The Qingyan soldier opened his eyes slowly, fixing his enemy with a furious stare. “You will suffer from a much more miserable death someday…”

Upon hearing the laddish voice full of hatred and resoluteness, Murong Xue immediately realized that the only survivor in their words was Murong Ye!

“Stop bragging! I will show you what miserableness feels like…” The soldier said ferociously when he was about to open the bamboo tube.

Squinting her sharp eyes, Murong Xue tapped the ground with her tiptoe and flash moved to that soldier by touching the ground lightly with her tiptoe, seized the bamboo tube, knocked it backward and spurted the light pink powder directly to her enemy’s face…

“Ah…” He fell to the ground with a screech, his strong huddling body rolling about while turning into a dried corpse rapidly…

“Brother!” As stunned as they were, the soldiers from Nanjiang gathering around the bonfire bared the sabers and thrust at Murong Xue mercilessly in an instant…

With a snort, Murong Xue darted toward them with the soft sword in her hand before swishing it violently in the air. Streams of blood kept spurting out from her enemies…

The soldiers from Nanjiang froze at once and slumped to the ground with their eyes wide open, full of shock and disbelief.

Totally ignoring them, Murong Xue turned to approach Murong Ye slowly.

His hands were tied to the pillar at back. His handsome face was dotted with dark mud, totally unable for Murong Xue to recognize his appearance. Murong Ye glanced at the bodies on the ground, then at the carefree Murong Xue, his jade-like eyes flickering with astonishment. “Sis!”

“Em!” Murong Xue responded calmly before cutting off the rope on the wooden pillar.

Slumping to the ground, Murong Ye rubbed his arms and wrists numbed by the bind before looking up at Murong Xue, his eyes filled with admiration. “Dear sister, how did you get here?”

Entrapped in the mud outside the forest, he had nearly been choked to death, until he woke up a short while ago…

“It is a long story. I will tell you later. We have to leave as soon as possible.” Murong Xue said gently before helping Murong Ye scramble to his feet, regardless of the mud on her sleeves.

“Sure!” Murong Ye wiped the mud off his face with a nod. Just as they were leaving, numerous archers suddenly besieged them with the arrows aiming at their chests.

A young man clad in silver armour came up unhurriedly with a stare at Murong Xue in surprise. “It is really beyond my expectation that a weak girl can breakthrough various traps and reach this place unharmed. I’m impressed…”

“Who are you?” Murong Xue gazed at him coldly.

“The one who is about to send you to hell.” He gestured with a smirk, at which numerous arrows with black feathers dashing toward Murong Xue and Murong Ye.

With a cold gleam flickering in her eyes, Murong Xue wielded her swords rapidly and knocked the arrows to the ground.

Murong Ye also picked up a long sword randomly to defend himself. The arrows didn’t hurt them, not even a little…

As shocked as he was, the young man gasped in admiration. “How powerful you are! It’s a pity that you are doomed today… Keep shooting until they are killed…”

“Yes!” The arrows became much denser.

These soldiers wanted to kill them with such a trifling trick? No way!

Murong Xue pounced on the soldiers nearby and slayed about four of them with a wave of her sword. The number of the arrows suddenly had a sharp decrease…

Following her example, Murong Ye leaped towards the crowd and waved his sword violently. The whole camp fell into chaos, and for fear that they would hurt their battle companions, soldiers from Nanjiang had to stop shooting…

The young man’s face turned livid with anger. How abominable…

By snatching the bow beside him, he intended to shoot them to death. Suddenly, a slim black figure approached him and landed nearby.

The young man collected himself before putting down the bow and curtsied, “Glad to have you back, Your Highness…”