"I've always heard that Yizhiye is a genius, and I thought he would be an astonishing person. Now that I see him, he's just like this, and he's actually a coward who only knows how to sneak attack. This truly opens my eyes."
Yizhiye laughed heartily, "Facing someone like you, there's no need for gentlemanly conduct. Otherwise, you might mistakenly believe you're a good person."
"You!"
"Senior Brother, don't waste your breath with him. I think he's just stalling for time to call for help. Since it's just the two of them now, let's finish him quickly so we can report back."
The man's voice was not lowered at all, and both Yizhiye and Sima Han heard it clearly.
If Yizhiye had been slightly puzzled before, he was now completely certain that these people must have been sent by Bai Ge'er. He never expected Bai Ge'er would still want him dead at this point.
Sima Han also guessed the origin of these people. Fearing that Yizhiye might have any lingering feelings, he quickly patted his shoulder, "Don't overthink it."
Yizhiye shook his head and chuckled, "I'm not that indecisive. If he wants my life, will I be sad about it? Those who want to kill me, I will kill them!"
After saying this, Yizhiye wasted no more time. "A'han, let's end this quickly."
Sima Han nodded, his eyes fixed on the group of people.
The leader was initially surprised to see Yizhiye and the other showing no fear. Then, he felt extremely indignant. Didn't their fearlessness mean they looked down on them? They had so many people, while Yizhiye only had two, and Yizhiye was sickly. Under such circumstances, if they still couldn't gain the upper hand, they might as well all die.
"All of you, attack! Leave no one alive."
With a roar, the leader was the first to charge at Yizhiye, and they began fighting. The remaining men did not hesitate and rushed towards Sima Han in a swarm. Although they hadn't communicated verbally, their combat plan was already decided: the leader would stall Yizhiye first, and they would all attack Sima Han together, then deal with Yizhiye. The reason for this was that while they knew Yizhiye was seriously injured, he was an experienced person with a special past, and might possess some life-saving techniques they didn't know about.
Unfortunately, despite the excellent plan, changes occurred that they hadn't anticipated. After they engaged Sima Han, they discovered he was incredibly formidable. Under the siege of more than ten of them, he still held his ground.
All ten men were inwardly shocked. How was this possible? Sima Han was so young. Even if he had cultivated from the womb, he would only be in his early twenties. Yet, each of them had cultivated for decades or even centuries, and with so many of them together, they couldn't do anything to Sima Han. This was more than just startling.
The leader, though fully engaged with Yizhiye, was also paying attention to the situation. When he realized that more than ten men couldn't deal with Sima Han, he was also greatly astonished. Glaring at Yizhiye, who appeared calm and composed, he growled, "Who exactly is he?" Yes, he felt that the person couldn't possibly be Sima Han. Before today, they had investigated everyone who had appeared alongside Yizhiye. Even if Sima Han was a genius, he definitely couldn't have achieved such a level in such a short time.
Yizhiye chuckled, "Since you're so clever, why don't you guess who it is?"
Seeing that Yizhiye didn't deny that it wasn't Sima Han, the leader suddenly lost his confidence. After much thought, he suddenly thought of a possibility. "Is it Senior Martial Ancestor Fujiwara?"
As his words fell, a clear and cold female voice came from the side: "I didn't expect that after many years away from the sect, someone still remembers my Fujiwara name."
Although it was just a simple sentence, it made the leader and the other ten men dumbfounded, and they momentarily forgot to act.
Yizhiye kicked the leader in the chest and then walked slowly to Fujiwara Shifei's side, smiling. "Senior Martial Aunt Fujiwara is the most beautiful woman in the sect. No one will ever forget you, no matter when."
Fujiwara Shifei glanced at Yizhiye, "Don't try to sweet-talk me. You're the only one who causes trouble."
Despite being chided, Yizhiye's smile grew even brighter. "With Senior Martial Aunt here, let alone so many people, even if the entire sect came, what would I fear?"
It had to be said that Yizhiye's flattery was a bit over the top, but Fujiwara Shifei was a woman, and she had always doted on Yizhiye, her junior martial nephew. Such praise still brought a hint of a smile to her face. Seeing the corners of Fujiwara Shifei's lips curve slightly, her eternally icy demeanor surprisingly showed a flicker of emotion, like ice melting, a beauty that made everyone unable to look away.
The leader and his group also reacted, stammering, "Senior Martial Aunt Fujiwara, why are you here?"
Fujiwara Shifei looked at him, the hint of a smile vanishing from her face. Her lips parted, and her stern voice slowly flowed out: "Do I need to report to you where I am?"
Hearing Fujiwara Shifei say this, the leader immediately waved his hand, "No, no, no, this disciple didn't mean that. It's just..." Just didn't Senior Martial Aunt Bai Ge'er say that Senior Martial Aunt Fujiwara had already ascended to Baiyun Peak? With time running out, why wasn't Senior Martial Aunt Fujiwara guarding the mountain peak for the harvest, but was here instead? And disguised as Sima Han? Could it be that she knew they were coming and was waiting for them deliberately? This thought startled the leader, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt he was right. Otherwise, how could he explain Fujiwara Shifei's presence here? With Fujiwara Shifei present, not only would they fail their mission, but they would also struggle to escape with their lives.
"Did you just say that you were going to take my life and Little Xie Ge's life today?"
The leader, who was contemplating how to leave, was startled by Fujiwara Shifei's question. He wasn't tired of living. If he had known the person in front of him was Fujiwara Shifei, he wouldn't have said those words even if he were beaten to death. But now that the deed was done, he could only try to salvage the situation.
"Senior Martial Aunt, my disciples were ignorant and spoke nonsense just now. Please don't hold it against us. We'll leave now, we'll leave now. I promise we will never bother Senior Martial Uncle Yizhiye again." The leader bowed and scraped, begging for mercy without any embarrassment.
Yizhiye watched this scene and chuckled, "You come and go as you please. Wouldn't that make my Senior Martial Aunt and me lose face?"
"You..." The leader glared at Yizhiye indignantly. If Fujiwara Shifei wasn't here, would they, so many people, be afraid of just one Yizhiye?