The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!-Chapter 160: This Is Swordsmanship

It was unclear who made the first move.

Soon after, there was just a flurry of blades and swords in the air.

Xia Wenjin crouched in a corner, having just fought one against three, then one against eighteen; it had drained her strength. Now she could afford to slack off a little.

Kong Chan also stayed curled up in the corner, right next to Xia Wenjin.

The shouting and battling continued over there, with blades clashing and blood splattering, yet he watched with great interest, commenting to Xia Wenjin as he watched: "Did you see that? That’s the famous sword move of the Blood Flame Dragon Emperor Sword. One move, corpses lining up, that is the true power of the Blood Flame Dragon Emperor Sword."

Xia Wenjin rolled her eyes and said, "Where are the corpses lining up?"

The over twenty monks surrounding Ming Cheng were down, but all were just injured.

Kong Chan shook his head and sighed, "Women are too soft-hearted. Didn’t you see Ming Cheng monk showed mercy? He didn’t take their lives!"

Xia Wenjin also realized at this time that Ming Cheng’s swordsmanship was truly amazing. He was originally unarmed, but when a monk holding a sword was nearby, he hardly moved, yet with just one move, the sword fell into his hand. In his hand, the sword seemed alive; it was hard to tell if the sword was controlling him or he was controlling the sword. In any case, it was indescribably natural, fluid, effortless, and proficient.

This is a true swordsman; this is real swordsmanship!

Xia Wenjin had a keen eye.

At this moment, she understood that the Blood Flame Dragon Emperor Sword being able to single-handedly destroy the top stronghold of the Jianghu was no undeserved reputation nor an exaggeration.

Ming Xuan was somewhat inferior in comparison, but he was equally skilled at striking unexpectedly. Both were extremely brave, while the ten people they brought were all also exceptionally skilled.

This was a gang fight.

A dozen people beating up hundreds.

Ming Qing, Ming Ze, and another watched with a cold smile at first, thinking that Ming Cheng and his group were fools biting off more than they could chew. But now, they couldn’t say a word.

The abbot Ming Cheng, who had never managed anything, whom they treated like a fool and isolated, whom they disdained and mocked, whom they fed scraps like a dog when they were pleased...

If they were displeased, they thought they could drive him away anytime, making him a homeless stray.

For any celebrations, grand events, or special days, they let Ming Cheng attend, merely as a formality. Everyone in the temple knew that Chief Ming Qing was the real person in charge.

But now, they finally realized it wasn’t that he strategized well to make Ming Cheng retreat, nor was it Ming Cheng recognizing the situation and choosing not to compete for power. Ming Cheng simply didn’t care!

A man who had come through the blood and storms of the Jianghu viewed everything before him with indifference. Power, schemes meant nothing to him.

Kong Chan watched and remarked, "This is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep! Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s tragic!" He turned his head to Xia Wenjin to seek credit: "Thanks to my foresight, or you would’ve had to jump off a cliff."

"Yes, yes, thanks to you! I thank your ancestors for eight generations! Is that enough?"

Kong Chan chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Thank me alone is enough, and also, no need for the flattery... I caught another muntjac..."

Xia Wenjin: "..."

Now, the ground was littered with bodies, some still struggling, some silent, and it was unclear whether they were dead or fainted. Ming Cheng and Ming Xuan merely injured their meridians or used heavy techniques to prevent them from further fighting.

These temple monks probably never imagined that with so many people, they would lose to just a dozen.

Watching his men retreat step by step, barely able to fight back, Ming Qing was furious, cursing: "Useless, useless, all of you are useless!" He had spent so much Silver training these monk soldiers, teaching them both individual combat and siege formations. Yet, whether in single combat or formations, Ming Cheng and Ming Xuan decimated them effortlessly.

And all they could do was watch helplessly.

They finally understood that in the face of absolute power, more numbers were no advantage.

Ming Xuan punched another foe to the ground, laughing heartily, "Refreshing!" Years ago, he was a Jianghu hero who constantly faced death, but after joining the Buddhist Sect, he distanced himself from the blade and the shadows. He thought he would spend the rest of his life in peace, yet unexpectedly he took up arms again.

However, to eliminate evil is to promote good, punishing evil is also saving people. This does not contradict his many years of studying the Buddhist Law; instead, it rekindled the heroic spirit deeply rooted in his blood and bones from the Jianghu.

Though Ming Cheng was not like Ming Xuan in this regard, he too evidently remembered the days of heroism and ambition in the Jianghu.

The two exchanged a smile, a tacit understanding between senior and junior brothers.

Kong Chan knocked on the wall, saying: "Is it over?" He pointed at Ming Qing and the others, "Did you get your points blocked? Just standing there motionless? Hey, all your people have been defeated, aren’t you going to burst forth with anger and show some might?" He muttered quietly, "Such a good scene, and I haven’t seen enough of it!"

Xia Wenjin rolled her eyes, saying: "They were hit with my Weak Tendon Heartbreaking Powder; they’re useless now. They won’t make it through the night without the antidote and will have to report to King Yan."

Kong Chan gave a thumbs-up: "Impressive!"

Having finished on the other side, Ming Cheng faced Kong Chan with hands clasped in greeting, saying: "My apologies for disturbing you, Master!"

He walked to Xia Wenjin, bowed again, and said: "As Madame has seen, the tale of seeking children is an illusion; there is no Bodhisattva delivering children. Madame, do more good deeds, and certainly, your wishes will be fulfilled!"

Kong Chan laughed in a loud pig-like snort, telling Ming Cheng, "What madame? This girl isn’t married yet. She sensed something was wrong here and came to serve the tiger!"

Xia Wenjin was speechless; what does he mean by serving the tiger?

On the other side, Ming Qing and the others’ eyes mingled with hatred, anger, and frustration. She was still a maiden, but they didn’t even get a taste and ended up in their hands.

Upon hearing this, Ming Cheng expressed his even greater gratitude: "Thank you, Lady Benefactor! For weeding out the scourge within Shian Temple, we owe you a favor!"

Kong Chan laughed: "If you really want to repay her favor, find her a sweetheart; she seems like she can’t get hitched!"

Xia Wenjin smiled charmingly and told Kong Chan: "Master, are you speaking against yourself? You’ve said before that I have a short life ahead, so is it that you monks are all falsely benevolent, still thinking of harming someone else?"

Kong Chan: "..."

He grimaced; it was probably the first time he felt such frustration, like lifting a rock only to drop it on his own foot. However, staying silent wasn’t his style; who wouldn’t sprinkle salt on the wound?

He laughed, "How is it not benevolent? Isn’t it about letting you live a complete life before your untimely end?" He looked her up and down, shook his head, and said, "Actually, I was just saying, you look like a motherly shrew, who’d want you?"