Chujiu stopped in the alley suddenly and slapped herself.
'What am I thinking, Lin family is not out of trouble yet, though there seems to be a solution now what if it doesn't work? How can she think about marital bliss. Isn't she a cold person in the past, how can she become someone so shameless.'
'No this cannot go on'. Thinking for herself, Chujiu hit herself back in the head a couple of times and went on her way.
A tall and handsome young man standing on a tree not far away witnessed a girl hitting herself was amused. He looked at her until she disappeared in to the next alley. He felt that she is interesting. Though he could not look at her face, he still remembered her back view.
She was wearing a veil, as discussed in the family. Lin family decided to keep her recovery a secret. So she wears a veil when she come out of her courtyard. Even while roaming in the Lin manor outside of her courtyard, she always wear a veil.
After the poison is completely extracted from her system, her looks changed drastically especially after she entered True Qi realm stage 6. He is now a completely transformed little beauty. But a rumour spread among the servants and guards in the Lin manor that after her death crises, though she survived, she became even more ugly. Previously she was an ugly child and now she has become even more ugly, so she started wearing veil.
Chujiu came to a restaurant after scrolling on the roads for a while.
Seated in a cozy sofa kind of a chair, Lin Chujiu enjoyed her meal by the side of a window, watching the lively street outside. The delicious smell of food filled the air, and the sounds of people chatting made a pleasant background noise.
As she ate, Chujiu noticed a beggar in the crowd. He seemed ordinary, but something about him caught her experienced senses. Trained as an assassin in her past life, she could sense an unusual aura around him.
The beggar, dressed in shabby clothes, was focused on a young man on the street. Chujiu watched closely as he moved with purpose, making subtle gestures.
Chujiu stayed alert, observing the beggar. He followed the young man, blending into the surroundings. Chujiu, curious about the beggar's actions, decided to track him after finishing her meal. She quickly stuffed the food in few mouthfuls.
With the beggar discreetly tailing the young man, Chujiu noticed his sly signals to an unseen partner. Her eyes caught every subtle movement. The beggar's seemingly casual actions were a covert language of espionage, and Chujiu was fluent.
Slowly following, Chujiu continued watching as the beggar maintained a careful distance from his target.
Her assassin skills kicked in as she anticipated the beggar's moves. Chujiu's understanding of surveillance and tracking allowed her to predict his actions. Observing the beggar's every move, she deciphered the intricate dance of signals and covert manoeuvres.
There are at least a group of 10 people around.
Following the beggar through the city's alleys, Chujiu expertly navigated the crowded streets. The beggar's pursuit of the young man unfolded.
In a quiet and desolate corner of the city, Lin Chujiu traced the beggar's signals and found herself in an abandoned place. The stillness in the air heightened her senses as she noticed the young man standing alone, surrounded by an ominous atmosphere.
As she observed from the shadows, the young man seemed unaware of the impending danger. Chujiu could sense an imminent threat, and her trained instincts told her that an assassination attempt was underway.
Twenty plus assassins emerged from the darkness, clad in dark clothing that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. There was a collective, eerie silence before the clash began.
The young man, seemingly outnumbered, showed no signs of fear. Instead, his eyes gleamed with determination, reflecting a spirit that refused to yield. His stance exuded confidence, and Chujiu couldn't help but be impressed by the aura of a skilled warrior emanating from him.
The first assailant lunged forward with a swift strike, but the young man countered with a precise parry, deflecting the attack effortlessly. The dance of blades began, and each movement was a testament to the young man's proficiency in swordsmanship.
Chujiu, hidden in the shadows, marvelled at the intricate swordplay. The young man executed a series of defensive moves, seamlessly transitioning from one to another. His sword moved like an extension of his body, a lethal dance choreographed in response to the threat.
As the other assailants joined the fray, the young man's movements became more fluid. He flowed from one opponent to the next, dodging attacks with grace and responding with calculated strikes. Each swing of his sword was deliberate, aiming not just to repel but to incapacitate.
Chujiu, still concealed, couldn't help but be drawn into the intensity of the battle. The clash of steel against steel echoed in the empty space, creating a symphony of danger. She recognised the young man's mastery in the art of combat, appreciating the precision and skill he demonstrated.
She is drawn to the sword play. In modern world though she played with all kinds of weapons including swords, this kind of play is at another level and she became fascinated watching the young man playing with his sword.
The assailants, realising they faced a formidable opponent, intensified their attacks. Yet, the young man remained steadfast, his movements unwavering. Chujiu could see a fire in his eyes, a determination that fuelled his every strike.
Amidst the chaos, Chujiu decided it was time to intervene. With calculated stealth, she emerged from her hiding spot, her presence unnoticed by both the young man and his assailants. She moved with the silent expertise of a seasoned assassin, positioning herself strategically to tip the scales in favour of the outnumbered warrior.
Just as one of the assailants prepared for a decisive strike, Chujiu swiftly intercepted, her own sword meeting the assailant's with a resounding clash. The surprise on the attackers' faces was palpable as they now faced an unexpected opponent.