Chapter 134: Chapter 134

Helan Que was not dead yet.

Although the Third-Stage Rare Token “Bright Mirror Armor” had been shattered by Medicine Master Wen’s carefully planned strike, the armor’s most powerful—and perhaps most useless—trait was that upon breaking, it could generate a defensive barrier capable of blocking any attack, even those from a Foundation Messenger. At the same time, the Messenger wearing it would gain a recovery boost equivalent to swallowing a hundred Healing Pills. So long as the head was not severed, survival was nearly guaranteed.

Even if Medicine Master Wen would become a future calamity, Helan Que had no choice but to flee.

He could not die. Every one of his Tokens was a masterpiece from his family’s garrison. If he were to lose them here, not even a hundred deaths could atone for it. The Helan Family’s strength would decline sharply because of him!

Yet while he wanted to run, how could Medicine Master Wen and the Little Girl simply let him?

Unfortunately, that previous flowing strike had nearly snapped Medicine Master Wen’s spear in two. She could only wield the broken weapon to entangle Helan Que.

The effect of the Yunqiao Pill was still active, and Helan Que still had the advantage in weaponry. With every swing, he suppressed Medicine Master Wen’s pursuit. The Little Girl, however, leapt up and thrust toward his throat. Without any defensive Token left, he could only parry with his curved blade.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Once again, the Little Girl’s sword aimed for his throat, and once again, Helan Que parried with his curved blade. But this time, he heard a sound that made his heart sink.

The rare blue light shattered—the blade broke into dozens of fragments. The treasured weapon that had served him for decades, which he had maintained with four hundred Spirit Jade every season, was destroyed!

There was no time to mourn, for the Little Girl’s long sword struck toward his throat once again!

Helan Que was forced to block with his spear, but Medicine Master Wen would never miss such a chance—her grip tightened, and she drove the broken spear into his left abdomen, twisting it savagely!

Helan Que grunted in pain, yet his stride did not falter in the least. The recovery from the Bright Mirror Armor was enough to resist most of the damage.

Suddenly, the world spun around him. His head boiled, his limbs felt leaden, and drowsiness washed over him. He instantly realized that the Yunqiao Pill’s effects were fading, causing his Vital Energy, spirit, and agility to drop drastically for the next quarter-hour.

Under normal conditions, such a decrease would be negligible to him—hardly uncomfortable. But now, gravely wounded as he was, that side effect became the final straw crushing the weary camel.

The long sword and broken spear both pierced Helan Que’s knees this time. No matter how great his recovery, with his leg joints destroyed, running was impossible.

He collapsed to the ground, his well-maintained face now smeared with dirt. The man who once prided himself on elegance was now utterly disheveled. He opened his eyes to stare at the Little Girl. A flash of realization crossed them, as though he had discovered a monumental secret. Trembling, he shouted, “I remember now! I remember! A countershock weapon… a Token-destroying force… these legendary gauntlets of yours—they’re from Liang—”

Medicine Master Wen pulled the broken spear free and thrust it straight through Helan Que’s head.

The Lord of Heyang Commandery of the Zhou Kingdom, Third-Stage Messenger “Hunting Maniac” Helan Que—dead.

“The Lord of Heyang… is dead!”

Witnessing the scene, the remaining soldiers broke down. They turned their horses and fled. The tooth-general’s face darkened, but after a brief hesitation, he too fled.

Helan Que had been their benefactor. Now that he was dead, returning home would only mean execution by the Helan Family. Escape was their only choice… though the cost would be the execution of their families—unless they returned secretly to retrieve them first.

As the pursuing troops scattered, Wu Qiu and Shi Dong cautiously emerged from the bushes.

“Miss… sob… I thought this time, this time…”

Shi Dong was practically a water sack, tears pouring nonstop. She clung to Medicine Master Wen’s sleeve and cried. Wu Qiu looked between Medicine Master Wen and the Little Girl. “Miss, this time we truly owe our safety to the Rabbit Heroine.”

“Rabbit Heroine.” She pulled Shi Dong beside her and bowed. “Without you, we would never have survived. Such a lifesaving grace—there’s no way to repay it. From this day on, if there’s ever anything you need of us, as long as my lady does not object, Wu Qiu and Shi Dong shall—”

“No need.” Medicine Master Wen interrupted them and turned to the Little Girl. “Rabbit Heroine, you saved us this time. I, Medicine Master Wen, owe you a favor. As long as I live, you may come to me at any time to claim it—no matter what you ask for, even if it’s assassinating a Foundation Messenger, if I so much as frown, I am no true Medicine Master.”

Wu Qiu opened her mouth but held her tongue. She had wanted to thank the Little Girl first precisely to confine the debt between them alone. That way, whatever the Little Girl asked for would concern only them… Her gratitude toward the Little Girl was sincere, but her bond with Medicine Master Wen—over a decade long—was no less genuine. She could not bear to let Medicine Master Wen take on such a heavy favor; to her, Medicine Master Wen mattered far more.

“Perfect timing, I have a request,” said the Little Girl as she sheathed her sword.

“Please, speak,” Medicine Master Wen raised an eyebrow.

“I’m going to Shu Mountain, but I don’t really know the way. There’s no one around here to ask. Do you know the way?”

Medicine Master Wen exchanged glances with Wu Qiu and Shi Dong, joy flickering in their eyes. Clearing her throat, she said, “As it happens, we’re headed for Shu Mountain as well. If you wish, you can travel with us.”

“Alright.” The Little Girl nodded, then crouched down to touch Helan Que’s corpse, his skull smashed.

“Wait!” Wu Qiu hurriedly stopped her. “You mean to loot the corpse?”

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“If you don’t mind, please allow us to do it for you, Rabbit Heroine. You can watch from the side. We promise not to hide anything—no need to dirty your hands,” Wu Qiu said earnestly. Watching such a young girl ransack corpses was unsettling, and since she had already saved them, it was only right they did something in return.

The Little Girl nodded, and Wu Qiu and Shi Dong immediately began cleaning up the battlefield—not only Helan Que’s body, but all others as well.

During this time, Medicine Master Wen glanced at the Little Girl, then at her legendary gauntlets. After a moment’s thought, she asked bluntly, “Your surname—is it Shao?”

“Then who exactly are you?”

“My brother said I’m the Rabbit Heroine. The Rabbit Heroine is the Rabbit Heroine,” the Little Girl said, tilting her head at Medicine Master Wen. “Didn’t I introduce myself before, big sister? Are you deaf?”

Medicine Master Wen wasn’t offended in the slightest. Pointing to the gauntlets, she asked, “Then why do you possess Emperor Taizu of Liang’s legendary gauntlets—the Hands of Hundredfold Refinement?”