Shen Yiren Gets Caught In A Pinch. Maybe Real Maybe Not

　　Shen Yiren ignored the people around her advising against her decision and furiously gave chase. Her qinggong was superior to Fu Xiang and Tang Ye's. Fu Xiang's leap just before was full of vigour, while hers was like a sparrow taking flight. She was light and had accurate control of the height of her leaps. Her slender waist and long-slender-snow-white legs were bared for all to see. It was now night-time. The floor was covered in snow, so Shen Yiren appeared even more like a tall-proud-white deer running across the field of snow. Her long-slender legs alternated. Her beauty had no equal.

　　Long Zaitian watched Shen Yiren chase after him. He came out of his fantasy after a while and thought to himself: "Oh s.h.i.+t! Miss Shen went all out at one stage after being poisoned so the poison went even deeper. She'll be screwed even if she does catch Fu Xiang!"

　　Shen Yiren carried the antidote for hemlock poison on her but she never took it in order to suppress the effects of thorn-tears. She had just consumed it now so she should be focusing on re-adjusting her qi to get rid of the poison. There was no worse time to be fighting. Long Zaitian was confused as well since Shen Yiren is usually calm and collected. So why was she so insistent on killing Fu Xiang? Was it because he insulted her?

　　But he didn't have time to spare on trying to decipher her reason.

　　"Brother Tang, you watch over this place. Qilin Guards, listen in. All of you are to listen to Tang Ye!"

　　Long Zaitian loudly repeated "s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t…" and gave chase. But his qinggong was a far-cry from the two of them, not to mention he hadn't even rested for half-an-hour after consecutive tough battles, so he was tired. If the other two were flying, he was an old cow plodding along slowly, getting virtually nowhere.

　　After leaving the flying fish pavilion and travelling some distance, he suddenly realised something and quickly ran back. He ran back and shouted: "Motherf.u.c.ker! What the f.u.c.k would you listen to Tang Ye for?! All of you come with me! I can't f.u.c.king beat him!!"

　　When he left the pavilion, he realised that his condition was worse than Shen Yiren's. Chasing them alone would be the equivalent of marching to his own death so he quickly ran back to call his comrades. Seeing all of his own men standing there like r.e.t.a.r.ds, he got even more p.i.s.sed off: "If I die, none of you will ever get promoted, so hurry the f.u.c.k up over here! All who are good fighters, get your a.s.ses over here! I need at least twenty of you!"

　　Tang Ye knew he'd come back to get back-up so he had hand-picked a few already. His choices weren't just from the Qilin Guards though. There were members of the emperor's security detail and even a few from Liu Shan Men. Seeing that, Long Zaitian felt a little relieved.

　　However, by the time he had put a team together, Shen Yiren and Fu Xiang had gone far away, and he had no clue where to.

　　Fu Xiang ran with all he had, not daring to lose a moment.

　　He hadn't fully recovered yet. The damage Tang Ye dealt to him was fairly severe. But the worst ones were the burns the meridians on his palms and wrists suffered. His style relies on his palms after all, so his meridians on his hands were vital. Once damaged, his skills would immediately be diminished.

　　But from another perspective, he was lucky. If his palms weren't strong, there's no way he would've been able to exchange blows with Tang Ye for that long given the heat of Tang Ye's Yang Blood True Qi technique. If he wasn't, he would've suffered wounds that are impossible to heal from.

　　The vexing feeling in Fu Xiang's chest increased progressively with every step he took.

　　He was the brains in Mystery and was thereby greatly respected. Other than the leader of Mystery, Kuang Tian, others had no place questioning his martial arts skills either. Even the major figures in the League of a.s.sa.s.sins thought well of him. But he virtually hit wall after wall since arriving in the palace. Nothing had gone his way at all. Not only did Long Zaitian shatter his expectation that he had a bright future in the orange prince's imperial court, even his plan he carefully crafted with much effort was seen through by Shen Yiren. And finally, he lost to a younger Tang Ye in a fight.

　　Now he was severely wounded and relegated to the role of a messenger. How did he fall this low?

　　Fu Xiang got angrier and angrier. His steps got heavier and heavier. His footsteps got louder and louder as the vexing feeling in him increased. The anger in him continued to grow.

　　f.u.c.k! How the f.u.c.k am I supposed to accept this?!

　　Once the plan comes to fruition, I'll kill Long Zaitian and Tang Ye first. I'm going to f.u.c.k Shen Yiren until she admits she likes it. That's the only way I can vent!

　　Just as he was swimming in his thoughts, he suddenly heard the sound of another pair of footsteps. He turned his head around to look and he saw a slim, shapely and graceful silhouette was approaching him at fast speed. After looking more closely, he was even more terrified.

　　Shen Yiren was like a flying bird, easily closing the gap he went through much trouble to create. Her and her huge knockers approached him in the pitch-black night.

　　Shen Yiren pulled her beautiful eyebrows together. With immense murderous intent, she shouted: "Pay for Feizhen's life with your own, b.a.s.t.a.r.d!!"

　　Fu Xiang gave up continuing forwards when he saw her qinggong. He did have a lot of stamina, that was a fact, but he couldn't outrun her.

　　This b.i.t.c.h bullies people too much! You think I don't dare kill you?!

　　When he noticed that there was no one with her he decided that if he were to capture her, he would have another hostage, thereby increasing the chances of the success of their plan.

　　He then couldn't hold back his anger any further. He turned and prepared his palms for a fight: "I wouldn't have fallen like this if it wasn't for you messing my plans up! You asked for it! Don't blame me!"