The Reticent Blade-Chapter 93 - Ruthless and Malicious, Unbound Bodhisattva

"It’s you?!"

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The two men at the table were dumbfounded when Unbound Bodhisattva took a seat at their table.

The older of the two, with a deep voice and a beard, warily watched Unbound Bodhisattva and rested his hand on the weapon at his waist.

"Since you're here... then what happened to Yemingsha?"

Xue Qiming picked up the teapot on the table and unceremoniously poured himself a cup of tea.

He lifted the cup and took a leisurely sip before saying, "Are you talking about that one called Bat Droppings[1]? Heh... he can only serve your Emperor Yelü with loyalty in his next life."

The bearded man carefully pulled the other person up and took a few steps back before asking, "What do you intend on doing?"

Xue Qiming curled his lips into a confident smile. "Me? Do you think the two of you could stop me if I wanted to do something? The two of you together aren’t as formidable as that dead Bat Droppings."

"You!" Provoked, the young man angrily drew a knife from his waist.

"Qianliguang!" The bearded man quickly grabbed him, "Don’t be impulsive!"

"Tsk tsk... Look at you, I bet you're the weakest one here." Xue Qiming stared down Qianliguang with a knowing smile.

"Your temperament is so restless, it will be hard for you to achieve great things in the future... Ragwort... at least that name is a bit better than Bat Droppings." Xue Qiming turned to the bearded man with a curious look. "And what do they call you?"

The bearded man thought for a moment before he decided to answer Xue Qiming’s question. In his deep voice he said, "Baiziren."

"Hehe... let me guess," Xue Qiming stroked his chin, examining the two before him, "Hmm... Thuja, you are far worse than Bat Droppings, but you’re quite a bit better than this Ragwort. Are you an Anshen-ranker? So he’s the lowest tier of Mingmu-ranker?"

Baiziren laughed bitterly as he nodded and said, "You do know quite a bit..."

"The reputation of your Qihuang Society is known to every man, woman, and child in Northern Qiang. It’s easy to find out." Xue Qiming waved his hand. "Let’s ask about something I don’t know. What were you talking about earlier? What would a war between two countries mean?"

Baiziren lowered his head in silence, but the young man named Qianliguang stepped forward and asked, "What do you intend to gain from asking us?!"

"Just curious... what? Can’t you say?" Xue Qiming smiled at him.

"Of course, we can’t say that... I get it! You’re a spy sent by the Ruen Dynasty!" Qianliguang glared at Xue Qiming.

Xue Qiming pursed his lips and turned to Baiziren, and earnestly suggested, "To be honest... when your Qihuang Society recruits people in the future, they need to make intelligence one of the criteria." He pointed at Qianliguang. "Don’t let people like that in."

Baiziren remained silent with his head down, but he quietly tugged at Qianliguang's sleeve. The impulsive young man was infuriated by Xue Qiming's repeated slander and abruptly shook off the older man's steadying hand. He pointed his knife at Xue Qiming’s nose and snarled, "Do you really think I’m afraid of you?!"

"Alas..." Xue Qiming shook his head helplessly, then, like lightning, reached out and yanked Qianliguang’s wrist, tugging the young man into his arms!

The young man couldn’t react in time and could only be helplessly pulled toward Unbound Bodhisattva.

"Fool..." Unbound Bodhisattva said softly, his expression unchanged throughout, with a faint smile, as if he were doing something trivial. Facing the stumbling Qihuang Society member, Unbound Bodhisattva grabbed his hair and fiercely smashed his head through the table!

Bang!

The man's head instantly splintered the table into pieces, and the teapot and cups fell to the ground, shattering into steaming fragments!

Qianliguang fell among the table's wreckage, groaning, instinctively grasping at the ground, and struggling to get up.

Unbound Bodhisattva chuckled softly. He held the only remaining teacup in his hand.

"You don’t need to be afraid of me... but you must know... I can kill you whenever I want."

The blood on the ground began to spread, soaking Xue Qiming’s soles. Xue Qiming raised his foot and stepped on Qianliguang’s head, rolling it around a little.

"Hehe, Qihuang Society... is a little disappointing..."

"Hmm?" Bodhisattva Xue Qiming raised an eyebrow as a bloodied hand gripped his ankle, and Qianliguang heaved his head from the ground.

"You're ignorant and arrogant!"

Qianliguang spat out a few bloody teeth, glaring hatefully at Xue Qiming.

"Not just you, but your entire Ruen Dynasty is like this. Northern Qiang will definitely destroy you eventually—Aaahh!" Before he could finish speaking, he let out a miserable scream.

"He sure talks a lot..."

Xue Qiming retracted his foot. He had just stepped hard enough to crush Qianliguang's shoulder blade.

Xue Qiming looked at Baiziren, who remained silent throughout, and asked, "What do you think?"

At this moment, the bearded man also lifted his head, and locked eyes with Xue Qiming.

"He’s right. You Ruen Dynasty people are indeed like this. You pride yourselves on being a dynasty with destined fortune from heaven. You believe that you were predestined to have everything and that's the way it should be.

"Predestined to live in a pleasant climate, predestined to have fertile land for you to farm. But we, of Northern Qiang, are different.

"We don’t have your climate or soil here. We only have the cold biting winds and barren land.

"We have known since we were born that there is only one way to get what we want. We must rely on our own hands... to fight, to seize. Only the strong can have what they deserve."

Clap Clap Clap—

Xue Qiming gave a round of applause, genuinely impressed. "Well said. I’m almost moved, really."

He stood up and walked in front of Baiziren and said, "But... What does this have to do with me? I just want to know what the topic you’ve been avoiding for so long is?! " Xue Qiming reached out and grabbed Baiziren's neck with a huge hand.

Baiziren closed his mouth tightly. He silently watched the young yet extraordinarily strong man in front of him, and felt the grip tightening around his neck.

"Here's some bad news, I’m getting impatient." Xue Qiming tilted his head. "Still won’t say? If you don’t, you really might die."

Baiziren closed his eyes and gave his answer.

Crack!

The sickening sound came as Baiziren's neck tilted to one side.

"Tsk tsk..."

Xue Qiming casually discarded the bearded corpse and squatted down to pat Qianliguang.

"I have to say, your Qihuang Society really has a knack for brainwashing... If I were in your shoes, I would have spoken long ago."

Qianliguang gritted his teeth and glared at Xue Qiming. "What we’re doing now is something a person like you cannot understand."

"What you’re doing..." Xue Qiming ground his foot against Qianliguang's broken shoulder blade. "Do you really think you are governing the country and saving the world? Haha... Qihuang Society, isn’t that what it’s named for?"

"Ha, I won’t argue with you. Kill me if you want, why talk so much nonsense!"

Qianliguang was drenched in cold sweat from the pain but still gritted his few remaining teeth to hold on. He turned his head to the side, doing his best to ignore Xue Qiming.

Xue Qiming yanked his hair again, forcibly lifting Qianliguang’s head to face him.

"Don’t be so rude... now you’re the only one left. If you don't talk now, I’ll have a hard time finding someone else."

Ptooh!

Qianliguang spat a mouthful of blood onto Xue Qiming’s face.

"I would never be a traitor! Once the message reaches my king, your Ruen Dynasty will be buried with us!"

"Hehe..." Xue Qiming laughed as he wiped the blood off his face, his gaze toward Qianliguang gradually turning cold. "That’s fine."

"咚!"

Splat!

It was like a tomato being crushed under a wagon wheel!

Xue Qiming wiped the red and white substances off his gourd and hung it back at his waist. On the ground, Qianliguang's corpse lay with a bloody pulp where his head used to be.

"This is really troublesome..."

Xue Qiming walked out of the room where the two were, itching at the back of his head with some distress.

"It seems like I’ve stumbled upon something significant... um, that messenger was called... Che... Cheqianzi?"

1. 夜明砂 Ye Mingsha is literally bat guano which is used in traditional Chinese medicine. ☜