The traps that had been triggered in the T-shaped Room weren’t heavily damaged. The assassins had clearly avoided them, afraid of causing a commotion.
This was a good thing for Yang Chan, as he could reuse them. If more assassins ca, the traps would still be effective, though he would need to change their locations.
He hadn’t placed poison in most parts of the T-shaped Room, aside from a few hidden spots that ordinary people wouldn’t go near.
The remaining traps were common ones, ant to avoid accidental injuries. He had warned everyone in the T-shaped Room, so they generally stayed away from those secluded areas. If anyone insisted on going, they would imdiately beco suspect.
Since he was being targeted for assassination by the Three Major Sects, it was natural for him to see danger everywhere. He couldn’t be too careful.
After treating the injured disciples, Yang Chan didn’t return to his room to sleep. His bed had been split in two, and many of his belongings were destroyed. He was in no mood to clean up, so he simply lay down for a while on a bed next to one of the injured disciples.
He planned to arrange for soone to clean up the next morning and to buy another double-decker bed as a spare.
At the sa ti, he needed to rework the tunnel in his room and create a new exit so no one would know its location.
As Yang Chan thought of this, he resolved to properly ’repay’ Elder Lü Zhenghai for his ’kindness’ in the future. ’Otherwise, it would be a huge disservice to all the suffering I’ve been through lately. I can’t even sleep peacefully now.’
"I didn’t expect an assassin like you. No wonder you insisted on staying in the T-shaped Room for treatnt. So, you were planning to assassinate all along!"
"In that case, let send you on your way!"
Yang Chan rolled over instantly, throwing the Flying Claw from his bedside and ensnaring the person who was sneaking up on him.
At the sa ti, the Three Talents Sleeve Arrow on his arm shot out, piercing through the assassin’s body before he even had a chance to swing his sword.
This was an Official Disciple who had comprehended the Wild Ox Force. He seed perfectly normal and proactive; he had even helped carry away the bodies of the slain assassins. When it was discovered he was injured, he was supposed to be treated in the adjacent Room Bing, but he insisted on staying, claiming the T-shaped Room was closer.
Ordinarily, this would have seed normal, but Yang Chan was on high alert. He had been observing every stranger who entered the T-shaped Room, not just this disciple who had asked to stay, but all the other injured ones as well.
Two of them were too severely injured to move and could be disregarded as an imdiate threat. He observed the others, but they didn’t show any suspicious signs. This one, however, the one who had volunteered to stay, kept his gaze fixed on him.
The man probably assud that Yang Chan, having only just comprehended Power, would have average senses. He had no idea that Yang Chan’s perception was far beyond ordinary, enhanced by an ability to sense danger.
He could feel the malice hidden in the man’s eyes. ’Since that’s the case, I’ll lure the snake from its hole.’
Sure enough, the mont the man saw Yang Chan apparently asleep on the adjacent bed, he decided to make his move.
But Yang Chan had sensed it, striking first and instantly snuffing out the man’s life.
"Senior Brother Yang, what’s happening?"
Sun Qi Wu rushed to Yang Chan’s side to ask what was happening.
"Another assassin," Yang Chan said. "Hand him over to the Law Enforcent Hall and let them investigate."
’There was definitely sothing wrong with this man. Even though he’s dead, the Law Enforcent Hall should be able to dig up so information. Handing him over is the right move.’
After hearing this, Sun Qi Wu arranged for the body to be taken away. He also handed Yang Chan a few silver notes that had been found on it.
Everyone in the T-shaped Room could sense that sothing was wrong. They didn’t understand why so many people had been trying to assassinate Yang Chan lately.
Sun Qi Wu had asked about it once, but Yang Chan hadn’t given him the details. He knew it wouldn’t do any good.
Yang Chan didn’t sleep well that night. He couldn’t shake the unpleasant feeling that soone was trying to kill him.
He decided that at dawn, he would go to the Artifact Refining Hall to buy another double-decker bed. At the sa ti, he would sell off all the weapons he had taken from the black-clad n of the Three Major Sects.
Most of these weapons were ordinary, not worth keeping, so it was better to sell them for money. The Long Sword from that black-clad man who had achieved External Refining Steel, on the other hand, was quite impressive. ’It’s a sha he didn’t die in the traps; that sword would have been worth a lot.’ It was a small regret.
...
「Just as the sky began to lighten.」
Yang Chan got up to wash. ’This is no good,’ he thought. ’Restless sleep, staying up all night... it’s bad for my health and shortens my life.’
Staying up late was the reason he’d ended up in this world in the first place. Yang Chan wanted to leave Qinghan Mansion and return to the Cyan Yuan Sect.
But he worried that if he left, the assassins would imdiately follow, putting him in even greater danger.
Yet staying in Qinghan Mansion wasn’t safe either. The dilemma was giving Yang Chan a headache.
’I just want to live a quiet, steady life, to live until the end of ti. But there are always these incidents that rob of my peace.’
’The root of all this is a lack of strength. If I were an Inner Master right now, I could solve these problems with a wave of my hand. In the end, I’m just not strong enough.’
Yang Chan returned to his room. First, he blocked up the obvious hole, then began to sort through his belongings. A lot needed to be replaced, but things like bookshelves, a desk, and chairs wouldn’t cost him anything. He just had to ask, and soone would deliver new ones.
They were considered normal consumable items and weren’t expensive. Besides, he wasn’t the one who had broken them.
The only thing he’d have to pay for was the special double-decker bed.
Once the sun was up and the sky had brightened, Yang Chan gathered the weapons he planned to sell, had Sun Qi Wu and a few others accompany him, and headed straight for the Artifact Refining Hall within Qinghan Mansion.
When Steward Zhang saw Yang Chan arrive, his face broke into a friendly smile. Whether Yang Chan was buying or selling, the Steward stood to profit, so of course he was delighted.
It was only when he had no custors that he would look glum.
"Steward Zhang, could you appraise these weapons? Also, I need another double-decker bed, the sa kind as last ti."
Yang Chan placed the weapons before Steward Zhang. The Steward’s appraisals were generally fair. While he certainly took a cut, the prices were reasonable for a Cyan Yuan Sect Disciple.
Steward Zhang’s offer was twenty percent below market price, which was about what Yang Chan had expected. He didn’t bother to haggle, as that was the standard rate.
Most of these were inexpensive Ten Refinents weapons anyway. The few Hundred Refinents weapons were all Long Sabers, which wasn’t his preferred weapon type, so he had no intention of keeping them. As long as the price was fair, he was satisfied.
When it ca to the double-decker bed, however, Yang Chan took his ti choosing. This was a matter of life and death, so he naturally examined it with great care.
In addition to the double-decker bed, Yang Chan bought more Hidden Weapons to replenish his supply. They were consumables; while they could be kept indefinitely if unused, their accuracy would degrade after a single use.
’For safety’s sake, it’s better to get new ones. Besides, this money ca from those black-clad assassins. It’d be a waste not to spend it.’
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