Transmigrated to Ancient Times as a Female Prison Guard

Chapter 65

“You two are really like inescapable enemies.”

“Who made Prefect Li's life so valuable?”

“I heard that you killed Fifth Brother in just a few moves. At such a young age, your martial arts skills are so superior that it would be too bad if you died. Why don't you apprentice under me?”

“Do you know why that so-called Fifth Brother you mentioned died so quickly?”

“Oh? Tell me, why?”

“He talked too much nonsense.”

“You're asking for death.”

The Worrying Ghost felt he had suffered extreme humiliation. He instantly became furious.

Drawing his sword, the point exuded an aura of killing as he stabbed straight towards Gong Xiaohua.

“Xiao Fu, stay here and keep an eye on them.”

After speaking, she quickly picked up her pair of blades from the ground to meet her opponent.

“Yes, Master.”

“Humph, overestimating your capabilities.” Seeing Gong Xiaohua coming to fight alone, The Worrying Ghost said disdainfully.

Just as the sword tip was about to stab her forehead, Gong Xiaohua blocked with one saber in her hand while the other saber spun under her wrist, chopping towards her opponent's body.

She was truly doing two things at once, with both hands not interfering with each other.

The Worrying Ghost's long sword was stuck by her saber and could not move forward an inch despite pushing forcefully forward. Yet the blade of the sword slowly bent upwards.

While her other hand's saber chopped towards the hand he was holding the sword with. Seeing the opportunity extremely quickly, he hurriedly withdrew his sword and leapt back.

When he landed, one leg was in front and the other behind, his footsteps slightly bent, both hands firmly gripping the sword hilt, continuously adjusting his breathing.

He knew this was no easy opponent to defeat, so he had to use all his power in the battle ahead.

“Little kid, nice strength. Be more careful from now on.”

In her previous life as a special agent, Gong Xiaohua never underestimated any opponent.

The two clashed again, both exerting their full strength. The sound of blades clashing rang out, ding dang ding.

Those watching from the sidelines only saw the silhouettes of the two exchanging moves. Unable to make out who had the upper hand, they were extremely anxious.

After exchanging nearly a hundred moves, Gong Xiaohua's mind stirred, already spotting the flaws within her opponent's swordsmanship.

The essence of the Eight Slashing Saber Technique was to discover the flaws within the enemy's martial arts. Whether fists, legs, blades or swords, every single move would inevitably have flaws, allowing her to capitalize on the lapse and defeat them in one strike.

As for the Worrying Ghost, he practiced the Shadow Flow Sword Technique that focused on speed to gain victory. After over a hundred fierce attacks failed to achieve results, the sharpness of his swordsmanship unavoidably slowed and weakened. Added to his divided mind, the power behind his sword diminished even more.

On the one hundred and third move, the Worrying Ghost was defeated by Gong Xiaohua stabbing him in the abdomen, unable to continue fighting.

Yu Wei and the others were shocked again that the second highest ranked assassin in the jianghu was actually defeated by the young Xiaohua's hand.

They originally thought that at best Xiaohua could fight The Worrying Ghost to a draw. Now it seemed they still looked down on little Xiaohua.

While Gong Xiaohua had also been slashed several times by her opponent's sword. Especially the shoulder wound that was almost stabbed through by the sword. Fresh blood had dyed her entire chest red.

Yet her expression remained as calm as before with no visible pain. If not for the large patch of blood stains on her, others would completely not know she was injured.

"Master, are you alright?" Xiao Fu ran to Gong Xiaohua and saw the large amount of blood before her. He anxiously asked.

"Just a small injury, non-fatal."

Hearing her Master say so, Xiao Fu finally felt relieved. He turned and looked at The Worrying Ghost lying on the ground, asking, "Master, what should we do with him?"

The Worrying Ghost kneeled on one knee on the ground.

One hand gripped his sword stabbed into the ground, supporting his injured body.

The other hand pressed on the stabbed wound at his abdomen.

His expression was twisted, clearly enduring tremendous pain.

He was currently staring at Gong Xiaohua with disbelief, resentment and fear in his eyes. Most of all was the desire to live.

He was waiting, waiting for her change of heart.

Unfortunately he was destined to be disappointed, only hearing her say: "Kill him."

Gong Xiaohua was no soft-hearted fool. Being merciful to enemies was being cruel to herself.

"Prepare yourself for death? Xiao Fu, go ahead."

"Yes, Master."

Xiao Fu walked in front of The Worrying Ghost, saber raised and prepared to chop towards his neck.

At the crucial moment, The Worrying Ghost steeled his heart and loudly said: "Wait, I can tell you another important secret."

Gong Xiaohua frowned. Did assassins still fear death? Then that made things simple.

"Without you saying, I already know. It's Nanlong Prefect, isn't it?"

The Worrying Ghost paled in fright. "How did you know?"

"First, assassinating an imperial official is definitely not personal grievances. Second, I guessed and seems like I guessed correctly. Now then, what to do? You no longer have any bargaining chips!"

"You, you are really a little monster. Losing to you and Fifth Brother is not unjust."

"Ready to die? Xiao Fu, proceed."

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll speak."

"Nanlong Prefect's backer is a prince from your palace. Everything he does in Nanlong Prefecture is to embezzle wealth for that prince."

"Which Dawei Dynasty prince?"

"I do not know that."

It seemed the Nanlong Prefecture case was rather tricky, a hot potato.

"You are not from Daiye. I guess you came from the Dawei Dynasty. And even someone from the inner palace."

The Worrying Ghost paled greatly in fright. He even felt traces of fear in his heart.

And this woman who frightened him may just be a young lady who just had her rite of passage not long ago.

If she were to become the head of the Dawei Dynasty's intelligence agency in the future, then what other secrets in the world would Dawei not know given time?

Seeing his frightened expression, her guess seemed correct. "Xiao Fu, let him go."

"Yes, Master."

Only after The Worrying Ghost disappeared far away did Gong Xiaohua finally reveal her pained expression. Her face appeared extremely pale. Xiao Fu was greatly shocked and quickly helped support her to Yu Wei's side to rest.

"Master, your wounds are so serious. Let me dress them for you. Endure it for awhile."

Only after dressing all her wounds did Gong Xiaohua's complexion recover somewhat.

"Xiao Fu, go find Sir quickly. It's dangerous for him alone."

"Yes, Master."

After Xiao Fu left, Yu Wei curiously asked Gong Xiaohua: "Xiaohua, why let him go? Why not kill him with one slash? Save him from recovering to harm others in the future."

"Don't worry. He won't live for long."

"What do you mean?"

"He is someone from the Dawei Dynasty. Following the vine to get the melon, we can find out who his backer is. Then through his backer, we can find out who has secret ties with Dawei."

"As for him, sooner or later his backer will find out about his betrayal. Do you think such a subordinate will be allowed to live once that happens?"

"No."

"Alas, I'm worried about another issue now."

"What issue?"

"Look, all the way here, so many corpses yet the officials are doing almost nothing. With so many rats and insects gnawing at the rotting corpses, an epidemic outbreak is inevitable sooner or later."

"Huh? I thought epidemics only happen when mountain gods get angry? How can these dead people also lead to an epidemic?"

The corner of Gong Xiaohua's mouth twitched. This thousands of years generation gap, how am I to explain what a virus spread is? So tiring!