System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests-Chapter 78 - 72: Qingxi Village

The scene before my eyes changed too quickly.

Where did this white horse come from?

It’s so majestic!

Chu Qing noticed the horse didn’t have a saddle or reins, but seeing its shiny coat, knew it definitely wasn’t a wild horse left unattended. He had a suspicion.

Seeing the dire situation of their leader, the remaining Mirror of Sin assassins glanced around at each other. Some dead, some injured. They scattered like birds and beasts.

Chu Qing squinted slightly:

"The Mirror of Sin strikes to the death... How can you retreat because of injury, clinging to life for fear of death?"

Holding a half-eaten baked flatbread in his hand, he approached the man holding dual claws and reached out to remove the mask from his face.

He flipped the mask over and laughed quietly.

Fake...

Though the masks aren’t rare, the masks from the Mirror of Sin have unique markings.

Assassins rarely have opportunities to work together, but in crucial moments, these markings become the sole proof of identification.

Only those from the Mirror of Sin know this secret.

This man wielding claws clearly wasn’t aware of it.

Chu Qing grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to the fire. Though kicked miserably by the white horse, he wasn’t dead yet.

He glanced at Gentle, who was curiously observing the white horse. Chu Qing didn’t have the patience to wait for the man to awaken, so he directly pulled a reddened burning wood from the fire and pressed it to the man’s face.

The air instantly filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

Attracting both Gentle and the white horse to turn and look.

A piercing scream escaped the man’s mouth as he suddenly opened his eyes, attempting to struggle.

Chu Qing conveniently removed the wood and tossed it back into the fire.

Only then did the man recognize his current predicament, his eyes turning blood-red:

"How dare you mess with the Mirror of Sin.

"You’re doomed. The Mirror of Sin won’t spare you."

Chu Qing laughed, "Mirror of Sin this, Mirror of Sin that. Do you really think the Mirror of Sin belongs to your family?"

And from just these two unskilled sentences, it was clear this man’s scheming was shallow; his intent was too obvious.

"Who are you, and why impersonate the Mirror of Sin?"

Chu Qing’s voice was calm, contrasting the man’s hysteria sharply.

Yet, this sentence seemed to strike the man’s weakness, causing his excited expression to settle instantly. He looked at Chu Qing horrified:

"How did you know I was a fake?"

Chu Qing didn’t speak, but with a flash of light, a Flying Saber pierced the man’s hand, pinning it to the ground.

"Ah!!"

The man screamed, and only Chu Qing’s soft voice could be heard:

"I ask, you answer."

"I... I..."

The man was kicked by the white horse; this horse was extraordinary, seemingly imbued with Inner Strength, it kicked the man’s chest and abdomen, nearly shattering all bones.

His life was already short-lived.

Now, with such torment, his breath visibly weakened.

Looking at Chu Qing, as if only realizing his precarious situation now, his pupils showed fear:

"Help... Help me... I don’t want to die..."

"Speak."

Chu Qing’s cold gaze showed no emotion:

"Tell me, and I’ll tend to your wounds."

"It was a... a middle-aged man... gave me a portrait and... and silver...

"Told me to impersonate... to kill... kill..."

As he spoke, his breath waned but he continued to search himself.

Chu Qing then searched him and found a scroll.

Opened it and glanced, the person depicted was Gentle.

However, she seemed two or three years younger than the present Gentle, more naïve.

Chu Qing glanced at Gentle and tossed her the scroll.

Gentle was engrossed with the white horse, and the horse was likewise focused on her. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Their eyes met, neither expected to be attacked.

The scroll hit Gentle’s head, causing her to yelp and rub her head, confusedly looking at the sneak attacker:

"Why?"

"Remember the smell from this, let me know if you encounter it again."

Chu Qing spoke, not raising his head.

Gentle nodded, opened the scroll, and looked, her gaze heavy.

Chu Qing glanced at her:

"What’s wrong?"

Could she know whose handiwork this is?

Gentle shook her head:

"The drawing is really ugly."

Then she stashed the scroll in her belongings.

"..."

Chu Qing looked again at the barely breathing, near-dead assassin, disregarding the hope in his eyes, and drew his sword, slicing across the man’s neck.

What he knew was limited, it was better to kill him altogether than laboring to save him.

As for the promise... promises are for gentlemen, there’s no reason to keep one with such a person.

"Why so eager to direct disaster towards the Mirror of Sin..."

Chu Qing pondered to himself. If not for trusting Chu Tian and Chu Yunfei’s integrity, he’d suspect this was orchestrated by Chu Tian.

Manor Master Wen Fusheng, if he knew the Mirror of Sin wanted to kill his precious daughter, surely he wouldn’t stand by.

This isn’t bad news for me.

Yet Chu Qing shook his head; he sensed this matter wasn’t so simple.

The purpose of those behind the scenes wasn’t yet clear, it’s best not to act rashly.

Chu Qing glanced at Gentle amidst such events; the girl was unperturbed, still examining the horse.