I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes-Chapter 702 - The Night of the Final Attack The Last Chapter of
Chapter 702: The Night of the Final Attack, The Last Chapter of the Dark Night! (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions) _1
Chapter 702: The Night of the Final Attack, The Last Chapter of the Dark Night! (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions) _1
The Sima family’s warehouse suddenly caught massive fire.
Overnight, the stored large quantities of raw silk were all consumed by the blaze.
Upon hearing this news, the shops that had not yet purchased the raw silk were filled with deep regret, but at this moment, more people were watching the Sima family’s misfortune with amusement.
“The Sima family has actually been clashing with the Jiang family lately. This batch of raw silk was originally intended to counter the high-price crisis of raw silk, and now that it’s all gone overnight, they’re probably going to lose this battle for real.”
“Over thirty shops in Nan Du City had already pre-ordered the Sima family’s raw silk, and the money has been paid. Now that the Sima family’s raw silk has all burned up, if they have to compensate, it would probably wipe out their entire capital, right?”
“There is still time, just as long as the Sima family delivers within ten days, everything will be fine. But if the Sima family fails to deliver the goods after ten days, they will have to compensate at ten times the price…”
“Ten times? That harsh?”
“It’s more than harsh, the Sima family might really be ruined by this.”
…
The fire raged fiercely.
In a certain tower of the Liu’s family, a woman dressed in a purple leather long robe quietly watched the distant fire.
“Sister.”
Liu Jun stood respectfully behind the woman.
At this moment he didn’t dare to look at her sideways, his face showing complete obedience.
“Did you start this fire?” Liu Yingyue’s voice carried a chill, like a sword, a bloodless, invisible sword.
Liu Jun immediately broke into a sweat.
For a moment he didn’t know whether to speak or not.
He cautiously replied, “Sister, I have made thorough plans.”
“Get out,” Liu Yingyue seemed to have lost interest.
Liu Jun, feeling like he had been granted a reprieve, turned and fled.
It was only after leaving the courtyard that
he wiped the sweat off his forehead, took a deep breath, and recovered his lawless demeanor, “Are everyone from the Sima family here?”
A shadowy figure, clad in black, lurked in the darkness, “All arrangements have been made.”
“What about that person?”
“Checked, not there. Presumably, he got scared.”
“Scared? It’s just that he ran fast, otherwise, he would have been chopped up too!”
….
“This fire is obviously targeting us,” Qian the shopkeeper frowned tightly as he looked towards Sima Manli, who was writing something at the desk.
“Although we still don’t know who started it, it doesn’t matter anymore,” Sima Manli was not as upset as one might imagine; her tone was steady as she pondered her next move.
Qian the shopkeeper was about to say something when suddenly, a scream came from outside the room.
“We’re being invaded!”
“Everyone, be careful, there are assassins!”
“Assassins! Protect the miss!!!”
The sound of fighting came from outside the door.
Soon someone broke through the door and rolled into the room.
Upon seeing Sima Manli and Qian the shopkeeper, the guard, covered in blood, screamed, “Miss, run! Assassins!!!”
“Pssh!”
A sword suddenly pierced him from behind; the guard screamed and was kicked away by the assassin trailing him.
The assassin, sword in hand, rushed forward.
However, before he could reach Sima Manli, he was struck in the chest by a palm from Qian the shopkeeper.
“Bang! Puh—”
The assassin’s internal organs were instantly shattered by the blow, and he became a corpse with eyes wide open, flying backward.
But as the windows around them shattered, a wave of assassins surged in.
They had only one target!
Sima Manli!
“Miss!”
Qian the shopkeeper rushed over immediately, his opening strikes sending two assassins flying with a palm each.
“Boom!”
The shock was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.
“He’s a Grandmaster!!!”
An assassin exclaimed.
For a moment, no one dared to approach Sima Manli.
Qian the shopkeeper stood in front of Sima Manli, his once immaculate robe now stained with a splash of crimson.
He ignored the blood, turned his head to Sima Manli, “Miss, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I just worry…”
Just as she was about to voice her concern for her brother, Hu Nianshan came rushing in with people, his face anxious.
“Miss, the young master is missing!”
Sima Yingjun was missing?
This was probably the first time Sima Manli felt panicked.
Even when someone deliberately set fire to the hope of her Sima family.
Even when the enemy’s sword was already slashing towards her face.
She had never before felt the panic she felt at this moment.
“The Younger Brother must not come to harm!”
“Leave this place to me!” Xiao Yuqi charged in from outside at that moment, his sword and clothes stained with blood, clearly indication that he had fought his way through.
Qian the shopkeeper looked at him, silent.
“Uncle Qian, Jun must not come to harm,” Sima Manli said, barely holding back her panic.
Qian the shopkeeper nodded and then turned to Xiao Yuqi, “Protect the young lady.”
“Rest assured.” Xiao Yuqi drew his sword and beheaded an assassin charging at them, then stood before Sima Manli, his gaze slowly shifting away from the direction in which Qian the shopkeeper had left.
…
“Get out of the way!”
Sima Yingjun bellowed loudly, his sword already smeared with blood.
His whole body trembled.
Last time he was hunted, he was as helpless as a chicken.
But this time…
The number of people who had died by his hand was already too many to count on one hand.
“Don’t come any closer, I’m warning you, don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill you,” he warned.
The assassins before Sima Yingjun did not take his warning seriously.
Spotted moonlight through the forest fell coldly upon him.
He raised his sword.
Although the swordsmanship taught by Pei Jinye wasn’t meant for killing, the Sword Cultivation Skill he had personally fused naturally contained a deadly intent.
The assassins were indifferent.
After exchanging glances, they all charged forward.
Sima Yingjun took a deep breath, his voice growing colder.
“Don’t blame me, I gave you a chance.”
He rose, wielding his sword with both hands.
The bloodstained robe billowed in the wind.
“Clang!”
With the impact of the sword, Sima Yingjun, recalling Pei Jinye’s instructions, showed no sign of panic. Instead, he quickened his pace and rushed forward.
“Pfft!”
The assassin had not expected Sima Yingjun’s sword to be so deft.
Stunned, he fell to the ground clutching his throat.
A few sounds of breaking the air approached.
After only half a month of practice, it was already quite an achievement for Sima Yingjun to kill an enemy one-on-one.
But now he struggled to fend off so many adversaries, continuously losing ground.
However, at the critical moment…
A sound like space shattering rang out.
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Sima Yingjun closed his eyes and swung his sword into thin air, his strength leaving him as he collapsed into the mud. He struggled to his feet, staggering.
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of several headless corpses.
His expression froze.
Then suddenly he looked up.
It seemed he saw something, and in shock, he exclaimed, “Master.”
“It’s evident that you haven’t been slacking these past few days,” Pei Jinye said, appearing beside him.
Sima Yingjun hadn’t realized that, as Pei Jinye passed along the muddy path, his boots and garments remained spotlessly clean, as if he were someone ethereal.
“Master, it’s good that you’ve come. My sister… my sister over there…”
“Let’s go over,” Pei Jinye nodded in acknowledgment, not minding that Sima Yingjun was covered in blood, and extended his hand to help him up.
Although sometimes Sima Yingjun could be quite frivolous, he had truly not been lazy when practicing the Sword Cultivation Skill.
Sima Yingjun followed Pei Jinye as they hurried towards the Sima family home.
“Why are you here?”
“I was practicing in the courtyard when I bumped into Master Xu. After giving me some advice, he asked if I wanted to practice my hand, so he brought me here.”
“And where is he now?”
“Someone called for him, and he went back. I thought to train a bit more before leaving. Suddenly, a group of assassins sprang from the woods, and those guards following me… to buy me time, they were killed by a very powerful expert. I escaped amidst the chaos,” said Sima Yingjun, his voice turning heavy.
As they were talking…
A disturbance came from the forest.
An arrow shot swiftly through the woods, speeding toward them.
But strangely…
The arrow didn’t even get close to Pei Jinye before it instantly reversed its direction.
“What!!!”
A cry of surprise came from afar, followed by the sound of “Pfft,” then everything returned to silence.
“Master, I think I heard something?” Sima Yingjun looked up uncertainly.
Pei Jinye’s gaze remained calm, “It’s nothing, I’ll take you to kill.”
A mere clown wasn’t worth mentioning.
Right now, all he wanted was to finish off the killing quickly, as within the time it would take to brew a cup of tea, the two Dragonfish at the Drunken Immortal Building would be ready.
Tonight, even if the king of the gods himself were to preside, he too would die!
