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Qin Feng reached out and patted Qin Wan'er’s hand, offering a gentle smile. "You did well. If someone bullies you, they deserve what they get."
Qin Wan'er felt a bit more at ease, though she still dared not look at the burly man, her face slightly pale.
Zhu Ling, however, gazed at Qin Wan'er with wide, admiring eyes. "Sister Wan'er, you’re amazing!"
Qin Wan'er was taken aback by Zhu Ling's expression. Her heart lightened, and she couldn't help but smile softly. "Honestly, I didn't know I was that impressive. I really didn't use much strength."
"Yes, yes! Sister Wan'er!" Zhu Ling nodded vigorously.
At that moment, everyone stood up, weapons in hand, warily eyeing Qin Wan'er. They had realized that this young girl was not an ordinary person.
Slowly, they began to encircle her, clearly unfazed by the death of the burly man.
Meanwhile, two figures stood upstairs, their faces pale. They had just prepared to come down for a meal when they witnessed a young girl kick a man to death.
"Miss, no! Young Master, let’s go back to Jinhua Prefecture. This place is too terrifying; even a little girl can kill!" the Little Maid said, trembling with fear.
The Young Master was equally shaken. After finally steadying his nerves, he looked down with concern. "This is bad; those people won't let this go easily."
The Little Maid couldn't help but glance at the Young Master. "What are you worried about at a time like this?"
Qin Feng slightly raised his head and instantly spotted the two figures. His expression froze for a moment as a strange look crossed his face. He could tell that the two were disguised as men.
What surprised him most was the Young Master's appearance; he looked almost identical to someone Qin Feng had seen in his previous life—if not even more striking.
Then it clicked for him: that Seizi must have been targeting her!
With Seizi here, it all made sense.
As the burly men moved closer, Zhu Fang called out in panic, "Brother Qin!"
Qin Feng shook his head, his gaze turning icy as he coldly replied, "Isn't it better to be alive?"
With a flick of his hand over the Red Longsword, a wisp of red Sha Qi appeared.
With a thought, he unleashed the red threads of Sha Qi in a swift motion.
In an instant, the people around them froze, their brows furrowing. Their eyes turned bloodshot, and then they erupted into frenzied screams, raising their weapons and attacking those beside them.
In the blink of an eye, chaos ensued as they turned on each other. Strangely, not a single person dared to raise their weapon against Qin Feng and his companions; instead, they fought even harder to distance themselves from that spot.
Zhu Fang and the others stared in disbelief at this sudden outbreak of infighting. How had it escalated so quickly?
They were so tense that they barely noticed Qin Feng's movements. Within a short time, the inn was filled with the stench of blood, and a pile of corpses lay scattered about—there was not a single living soul left.
Suddenly, Qin Feng tapped on the table, drawing everyone's attention. He looked toward the innkeeper, who had collapsed on the floor, his face pale.
"Innkeeper," Qin Feng said calmly, "this place is too dirty. You should be able to clean it up, right?" He regarded the innkeeper with a half-smile.
The innkeeper shivered at his words, looking at Qin Feng as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes filled with terror.
Coincidentally, he had just witnessed Qin Feng's actions; the sudden outbreak of violence among these people must surely be connected to this scholar.
"Yes, yes! I'll have someone clean it up right away!" The innkeeper hurriedly nodded, fearing that if he hesitated, he too would become one of the crazed fighters.
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