That day, Chu Xisheng left the martial academy by climbing over the wall.
Then, with their faces covered, he, Chu Yunyun, and Lu Luanli galloped twelve li out of the city and boarded a boat at a deserted Abandoned Wharf.
The horses and fast boat he used along the way had all been arranged in advance through Tie Xiaosheng. Their reliability was assured, and there would be no leaks.
Chu Xisheng had no choice.
The bounty on him at the Life-Reaping Tower was growing by the day.
Just the day before yesterday, the total had reportedly climbed to forty-five hundred taels.
Now, not only were the assassins interested in his head, but even his fellow disciples at the martial academy would glance at his neck, deliberately or otherwise, as they passed him, leaving his neck feeling chilly.
Whenever he went out, he kept his Yazi Saber Intent active at all times, never letting its intensity fall below weak.
Chu Xisheng thought his character was quite good: resolute, generous, and often kind to others. Why did he draw so much hatred?
So he could not afford to be careless.
Not fearing death was one thing. Knowing there was danger yet failing to eliminate it beforehand was not courage, but stupidity.
Besides, he was traveling far alone this time, with no intention of taking Chu Yunyun along, so he had all the more reason to exercise extra caution.
After boarding, Chu Xisheng smiled at the two girls on shore. "You two should head back. The contest in that Ninth-Rank Secret Realm will be settled in a day. I reckon I can take a boat back the day after tomorrow."
Chu Yunyun gave a slight, expressionless nod. "Be careful on the road."
Yet she felt somewhat strange inside.
It was not as though