Red Heart Patrols the Sky - Chapter 49 - Assassin's Trump Card

Chapter 49 - Assassin's Trump Card

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Chapter 49 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" commences with: Having watched the people from Three Mountains City leave in the distance, Lin Zhengren hadn’t... Don’t miss the next part!

Having watched the people from Three Mountains City leave in the distance, Lin Zhengren hadn’t yet spoken when his younger brother, Lin Zhengli, already expressed considerable indignation, “The mountain barbarians are so disrespectful!”

This time, Lin Zhengren led the team from Wangjiang City, while Lin Zhengli, as the representative of the one-year students from the Wangjiang City Dao Academy, participated in the competition.

At the sound of this, Lin Zhengren merely smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The cultivators seated at the Wangjiang City table were all clad in beautiful pearls and jade, born into riches or nobility in Wangjiang City, and thus inevitably carried with them the habits of spoilt children.

Even on the territory of Fenglin City, they spoke without restraint, cursing anyone they wanted.

“Wait until the start of the debate, we must teach them a lesson!”

“The people from Fenglin City aren’t that great either.

I said I wanted to go for a stroll at the Three Fragrances Building and they actually ignored me!

How miserly can they get!”

“Hahaha, they’re poor.

Look at the quarters they provided for our stay – is that fit for humans?

Not even a heated floor was installed.

That mattress is just ordinary silk floss!”

“Alas, what can you do with these impoverished nobodies?

I’ve already sent someone to make the necessary purchases.

Let’s just make do for a couple of days.”

As everyone was complaining, a voice suddenly asked, “What about that guy Fu Baosong?

He didn’t show up again?”

“Who cares about him?” Lin Zhengli scoffed, “I don’t even know how the dean allowed him to sneak in, both sour and stinky.”

Lin Zhengren gently placed his wine cup on the table, and Lin Zhengli immediately shut his mouth.

Lin Zhengren lifted his chopsticks slightly, “Let’s eat.”

The atmosphere immediately became lively again.

…

Under Jiang Wang’s supervision, Jiang Anan returned the chest of treasures earned from her classmates and declared that she would no longer help her classmates cheat in exams.

From now on, she would take her exams seriously, show some style, achieve good results, and bring honor to the Jiang Family.

The condition was that after every dinner, she would get to have an extra serving of Gui Xiang Zhai’s pastries.

Not afraid of losing teeth at all!

While Ling He and others were hosting the friends from Three Mountains City coming from afar, Jiang Wang also finished his day’s cultivation practice and went to the Ming De Hall to pick up his sister from school.

It must be said that with the support of the Control Origin Technique, his mastery over Path Origin was improving at an extremely noticeable rate.

The most immediate result was that he was now comfortably and accurately setting up arrays, having not made a mistake in a long time.

Moreover, the Four Spirits Body Refinement Technique greatly enhanced his physical body, significantly increasing the frequency of his Meridian Rush Practice.

Had he not exercised restraint, he probably could have established his foundation already.

But even without pushing his bodily potential to the limit, he was not far from establishing his foundation.

Having picked up Jiang Anan, and just about to enjoy a good meal, a girl with a head full of braids suddenly jumped in front of him.

She pointed at Jiang Wang, quite disrespectfully, “Are you the one not letting Anan play with me?”

Jiang Wang recognized her; she was the little demoness from the Ming De Hall he had seen that day, clearly a pampered and indulged little girl.

Just those tiny pearls, jade beads, and emerald beads hanging on her small braids alone were evidence of her family’s wealth.

Jiang Wang had nothing much to say to such a young child, “Little friend, I only told Anan not to cheat with you.

I didn’t say she couldn’t play with you.”

The little girl with braids huffed, “Then why did you return those treasures to me?

Those were the proof of our friendship!”

“Friendship cannot be measured with money,” Jiang Wang replied, lacking much patience for someone else’s child.

He casually educated her and then said, “Alright, it is time for Anan and me to go home.”

“No way!

You can’t leave until you explain!” The girl with braids spread her arms and blocked the way.

Jiang Wang, left with no choice, decided to play his trump card, “I’ll tell your teacher about this.”

“You wouldn’t dare?” The little girl with braids rolled up her sleeves in anger, “Believe it or not, I can beat you up?”

Before Jiang Wang could respond, Jiang Anan spoke up, “Qingzhi, if you hit my brother, then I really won’t play with you!””

“Oh no, then I won’t hit him,” the little girl named Qingzhi quickly rolled down her sleeves again.

Jiang Wang listened speechlessly beside them, thinking, could you actually beat me, little girl?

“I’ll say it again, little friend.

As long as you don’t do bad things together, like cheating or skipping school, I won’t object to Anan playing with you.

Do you understand?

If you understand, then wait here for your family to come get you.

Anan and I are now off to have some water and meatball soup!”

Jiang Anan originally wanted to chat with her best friend for a bit longer, but as soon as she heard they were going to have soup, her interest in conversation immediately waned.

She waved her hands and said, “Qingzhi, see you later!

See you tomorrow!”

The little girl with braids waved her hand while making way for them, and Jiang Wang carried Jiang Anan away with big strides.

Watching Jiang Wang’s retreating figure striding away, she huffed and muttered under her breath, “What’s so great about him.”

…

The cultivators from Wangjiang City finally arrived at the small courtyard prepared for them by the mage academy of Fenglin City.

No sooner had the door been shut than the man in black, regarded by the citizens of Fenglin City as a hidden demon king, plopped down on the ground with an inexplicable mix of rage and despair, “Can we disperse now?

We’re already inside Fenglin City, where could I possibly run off to?”

Throughout the journey, he had attempted over a hundred methods to escape back to Wangjiang City but got captured each time.

As they neared Fenglin City, they had even circled him as they entered the city.

The Wangjiang City cultivators looked rather embarrassed on hearing this, each of them looking either up at the sky or down at the ground, with two of them comparing their fingers, but none of them moved an inch.

The real demon king hopped and skipped into the room, bouncing around all six rooms before hopping back out to the courtyard.

She pointed towards the room on the far west.

On each of her wrists were silver chains, each ending with a small silver hammer that dangled and swung with her movements.

“Alright, you guys go pick your rooms now!

That one is mine,” she said.

Only then did everyone scatter.

“Sun Xiaoman!” Sun Xiaoyan called out to the one scrambling to his feet, “You’re staying in the room next to mine!”

“I don’t want to!” Sun Xiaoyan roared but, upon meeting Sun Xiaoman’s gaze, his voice immediately softened, “Is it okay if I don’t?”

“Not okay yo,” Sun Xiaoman replied with a blink of her eye.

She had large, bright eyes that, when she blinked, resembled the reflection of moonlight on a stream.

But Sun Xiaoyan felt only a shiver run down his spine.

Sun Xiaoman skipped ahead with her hands behind her back, the pair of silver hammers dangling on either side, swinging left and right, occasionally striking a clear, tinkling chord.

“Xiaopang, come over to your sister~”

Sun Xiaoyan followed reluctantly, walking into the room while grumbling, “Can you not call me Xiaopang?

I have a proper name!”

“Sure, Xiaopang,” Sun Xiaoman turned around, gesturing carelessly, “Come, sit here.”

Sun Xiaoyan obediently sat down, his plump flesh packing the chair to its full capacity.

Sun Xiaoman lifted his hood to reveal his chubby face.

“Oh my, that’s quite swollen,” Sun Xiaoman’s voice was surprisingly cute and gentle when she wasn’t acting fierce.

My goodness, I’m being shown concern.

Sun Xiaoyan felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.

But he quickly came back to his senses and internally spat!

Firmly spitting it out in his mind.

Sun Xiaoman took out a small jade bottle, removed the stopper, and a hint of fragrance wafted out.

She scooped out a dab of the semi-transparent ointment with her pinky nail and gently pressed it onto Sun Xiaoyan’s face, slowly blending it in with her fingertip.

Sun Xiaoyan didn’t dare resist and sat still for the application.

There was an initial cool feeling, followed by comfort.

The painful spots seemed to ease in an instant.

“There we go!” Sun Xiaoman declared after applying the ointment, patting Sun Xiaoyan’s chubby cheek, “Leave it on overnight, and the swelling should go down by tomorrow.”

A thank you almost reflexively escaped Sun Xiaoyan’s lips, but he bit it back.

Sun Xiaoman put away the jade bottle, her smile beaming, “Remember not to be so impulsive in the future.

It’s unsightly to damage your face like that, and it brings shame to Wangjiang City.”

Who hit me, for heaven’s sake?!?

Sun Xiaoyan was inwardly aggrieved but managed to force a smile on his face, obediently saying, “Understood, Xiaoman.”

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