65 Doings Of Ghosts And Gods

Since the carriage had been destroyed, Princess Ling Meng headed back to the palace on horseback. There was an unusual sombre feeling in the atmosphere.

Murong Qian Jun jumped into action and ordered the army to escort the princess. They immediately surrounded the princess, forming a human barrier around her. Murong Qian Jun himself rode behind the escort. Deep in thought, he mused: Jun Mo Xie, that bastard, seemed to be severely injured. I wonder if he will survive? It would be good if he dies. I feel like beating him up every time I see him! He looked like such a scum who deserves it! He has such a despicable character and still dares to court Princess Ling Meng? He should know his limits!

With a grunt, he urged his horse forward and stared at the graceful figure of Princess Ling Meng in front of him. Once again, he was in awe of her beauty. He was completely captivated. All thoughts of sending someone to report an update to the Jun Family was completely forgotten...

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"You again, old man. You have been following me like a ghost for the past three days already. Are you smitten by my handsome looks?" smirked Jun Xie. The old man was cradling Jun Xie in his arms, like how he would cradle a baby. The old man’s body was withered and bony, causing Jun Xie to feel extremely uncomfortable. He felt as if he was lying on cobblestones. Knowing that the old man was not out to harm him, Jun Xie did not bother being courteous and had a sarcastic tone to his voice.

"Pfft! What makes you think that senior would willingly waste my time to follow a pathetic wastrel like you? You keep scuttling around randomly every day and disappearing from my sight. I don’t even know how you managed to do that. But see what has happened! Serve you right! If your grandfather did not bother spending a great sum of… Wait. How did you know that I have been following you for three days?"

The old man felt indignant at Jun Xie’s tone of voice. Being together with this debauchee was already shameful enough. As he was about to rant on, the old man suddenly stopped in his tracks in surprise. He realized that something was wrong, very wrong: How did this bastard know that I was following him for three days? Could it be that my tracking skills have degraded so greatly? The disrespectful manner in which Jun Xie had spoken to him was forgotten.

"Don’t be stupid! Must you ask such a simple question? Of course, I only knew because someone told me," said Jun Xie casually, after he thought about the answer. Although Jun Xie could still sense the old man’s tracking skills, it was still remarkable when compared to the experience of his past life. The original Jun Mo Xie might not have been able to sense the old man’s tracking skills, let alone escape from his sight.

"You are the stupid one! You are such a fool. Of course, you would not notice me huh? Who was the one that told you about me? Was it the same person that taught you how to escape from my sight?" demanded the old man. It was the first time his tracking skills were discovered! And the first time that someone he was tracking could escape from his sight! Jun Mo Xie had managed to shake him off his tail! This was extremely horrifying...

How powerful must that person be, for him to be able to do this? If he is an enemy...

"I don’t know who that person is," countered Jun Xie. "I have never met him before."

"Oh… that’s expected. The person must be very powerful, but do you think you are worthy enough to meet him? And since you put it this way, I assume that the same person also taught you to escape from my sight?" The old man was biased against Jun Xie and had already presumed that this debauchee was too useless to be able to discover his tracking skills. Moreover, he was extremely confident that his ability to pursue people stealthily was topnotch. However, he still had to be careful. The old man was alarmed as he considered: Is it possible that a Supreme Divine Xuan is watching me? That must not be possible! Is it?

The more the old man thought about it, the more panicked he became.

In actual fact, the old man’s abilities were exceptionally remarkable. This was why Jun Xie, the king of assassins of his generation, had taken three whole days to deal with him!

"Yes, you are right. By the way, are you done talking already, old man? What is with all the questions? Where are you planning to bring me? You should hurry up and bring me home," said a worried Jun Xie. Silently, he was cursing the old man: Hurry and send me home so I can use the Hong Jun Pagoda to heal myself without anybody noticing! If I were to do it here, I would be exposed. What then?

"Nonsense! You are too severely injured. I have to take care of your injuries first. By the time I send you home, you would have been dead!" chided the old man. He was still unhappy with himself: How did someone else manage to counter track me given my level of expertise? If I were to head back to the Jun Residence straight away, your grandfather would hurl countless of insults in my direction!

I would have to clean this bastard up before going back! If not, it would be too humiliating!

Soon after, they arrived at a shabby looking house. The old man quickened his footsteps and entered the house before placing Jun Xie down. He then carefully analyzed Jun Xie’s injuries from head to toe. As he analyzed, the old man became astonished!

It was evident that a sword had nearly pierced straight through Jun Xie’s chest, and that there were two purple bruises on his chest too - the result of two kicks aimed at him by the assassin. Considering how strong the Silver level assassins were, an attack by either one of the two assassins should have killed him immediately. Yet, Jun Xie was still very much alive, with enough energy to continue talking! However, what was even more astonishing was that he did not even have a single broken rib! Carefully, the old man sent his Xuan Qi into Jun Xie’s meridians to probe his injuries. His internal organs were perfectly fine and there was not even a single internal injury! The old man was completely dumbfounded.

The area in which the sword had stabbed was strangely perfect. It did not pierce anything but had simply gone through the intercostal area in the ribs! This brat is simply too lucky!

"You idiot, did you, by any chance, hire those assassins? If you didn’t, why would they bother taking extreme precaution when dealing with you? Based on your wounds, I highly suspect that you are conspiring with them. Did you intend to be the hero and save the damsel in distress? Were you planning to curry favor with the little princess?" insisted the old man, his slanted eyes filled with suspicion.

The old man’s ludicrous words irked an already irritated Jun Xie. He snorted, "That’s ridiculous, you old man! I was so close to death and you still think I was trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress? I am a wounded person, for goodness’ sake! Why are you not moving? Hurry and bandage my thigh! Can’t you see that it is still bleeding?" Jun Xie was enraged. This old man was already very senior, yet he was not behaving like one. He was not attending to manners in a proper manner. Why did his grandfather choose to hire someone like this to track him?

"Pfft! You useless bastard, I don’t need you to instruct me on what to do!" the old man said. "You are one lucky bastard, you know that? Don’t worry, you won’t die! You won’t even be crippled! Everything will be ok." As he said that, the old man patted Jun Xie on his thigh.

At Jun Xie’s thigh, the sword had pierced through his muscles, but not his bones. As the old man patted his injured thigh, Jun Xie felt a sharp wave of pain yet again. Jun Xie hissed in pain, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. An angry Jun Xie asked, "Old man, do you happen to have a granddaughter?"

The old man looked at Jun Xie suspiciously and questioned, "Why? What do you want to do?" He had completely forgotten that Jun Xie had asked him to tend to his thigh first. In his opinion, the wound on the chest was more important.

If you have a granddaughter, I will rape her and kill her! I will make sure you die of heartbreak, you f*cker! Cursed an infuriated Jun Xie. Have you forgotten that I am severely injured? You still dare to slap my injured thigh!

"Oh, wouldn’t it better if a woman was to do this kind of job?" questioned Jun Xie, who was busy trying to smother his anger.

This old man was beneath him in rank, how could he be so disrespectful!

"No way!" retorted the old man. "You are a pervert, and everyone in Tian Xiang Empire knows that!"

Jun Xie was taken aback: I am not a pervert… The real pervert is Jun Mo Xie!

The old man began treating Jun Xie’s wounds, and slowly night fell.

Both were lost deep in their own thoughts. Jun Xie wanted to use the Hong Jun Pagoda to heal his injuries at a faster rate but did not have the opportunity to do so. He was extremely irritated. On the other hand, the old man still could not accept the fact that he was counter tracked and noticed: Who could possibly be so powerful to do so? Who is this person exactly? Both men were too preoccupied with their thoughts to think about reporting the matter to the Jun Family.

As for Murong Qian Jun, who had promised Princess Ling Meng that he would inform the Jun Family, he too had completely forgotten about the task...

Neither of them had remembered that Princess Ling Meng had mistakenly sent someone to report the news of Jun Mo Xie’s death to the Jun Family…

They were oblivious that their lack of update could cause Grandfather Jun Zhan Tian to erupt in fury, which would soar all the way to the Nine Heavens and doom the entire capital!

When night fell, similar to the time Princess Ling Meng encountered the assassins, the forces within the Tang Residence began to move.