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Han Meilan practiced martial arts; she was skilled in lightness techniques, able to leap over rooftops and walls, while I could not. Fortunately, I had a practical skill—I could read maps and choose the best routes. The destination was clear, and I could reach it at the fastest speed within my capabilities.
Late at night, I couldn't ride a horse; otherwise, even if I didn't startle the snakes in the grass, I would be caught by the night patrol Constable. I did some warm-up exercises to prevent strains, adjusted my breathing according to the techniques I had practiced, and began to sprint toward Yan Shunqing's residence.
I wasn't sure if long-distance running counted as a lightness technique, but my long-distance running skills were quite good since we had to get up every morning at six to run, rain or shine. This was actually a reward for my diligence in class; due to my outstanding performance, my beloved Teacher Zhang had specially rewarded me with extra training.
He invited me out on a weekend under the pretense of teaching me special techniques that would be beneficial for my future. Excitedly, I arrived at the meeting point only to find that his "reward" was a zero-kilometer road marathon.
A triathlon is only ten kilometers; how could he expect me to run zero?
“What’s wrong? Afraid? Scared of getting tired?” Teacher Zhang smirked slightly, revealing an ambiguous smile, his eyes filled with the disdain I hated most. “Let me tell you, Ye Zhenzhen, this is a prize; if you don’t want it, fine.”
As a result, stubborn as I was, I sacrificed my precious weekend and ran the zero kilometers with various expressions on my face. Teacher Zhang, dressed in athletic gear like an ordinary big boy from the neighborhood, easily jogged beside me while lecturing me about my breathing and posture, which annoyed me to no end. After finishing, I collapsed on the ground in a starfish position on the muddy path.
Zhang Yang grabbed my arm and lifted me off the ground as if I were a chicken. “How can you lie down after running such a distance? Are you trying to kill yourself? Your cardiovascular health will suffer!”
“Teacher, let me lie down for a bit; I can’t stand anymore,” I gasped pitifully.
Despite having run the same distance of zero kilometers, Teacher Zhang appeared unaffected except for some sweat. He casually draped my arm over his shoulder and helped me walk slowly along the shaded path.
Sigh. I couldn’t help it; he was too tall. If I rested on his shoulder, I'd have to tiptoe as if hanging from him—it exhausted me even more.
A strong woman is indeed a strong woman; never afraid of challenges. After Teacher Zhang cheerfully pushed me through five or six more sessions of training, I could finally run zero kilometers without difficulty. Afterward, we stopped and chatted while strolling together. Not long before coming to Tang Dynasty, with Teacher Zhang's company, I had challenged myself to run forty kilometers and managed it effortlessly.
Although it was my own body, I had gradually begun to merge quite well with it. Ye Liuhui, despite having a bit of a temper, surprised me with her complexity. From the level of training her body had undergone, it was clear that she was not the lazy type I had imagined; in fact, she likely held herself to quite strict standards. Given what I had learned since arriving, this shouldn't have been the case.
I understood well how to breathe during long-distance running, and with this body's good condition and large lung capacity, even without lightness skills, I could still move like the wind.
Although I had never been to Yan Shunqing's home—only to Tongfu Bank—I had gathered enough information from their conversations about the location of Yan Residence. A quick look at the map made everything clear.
It didn't take long for me to stealthily and unnoticed reach the vicinity of Yan Residence.
To my surprise, Yan Shunqing's home was quite simple and did not resemble that of a bank boss at all. I certainly didn't dare to approach the front entrance directly; instead, I crept along the edges, slowly circling his residence to observe for anything unusual.
The house was surrounded by tall gaslights, illuminating the surrounding roads and making me even more hesitant to approach carelessly. Everything around was eerily quiet, like an ordinary deep night, devoid of any hint of danger.
Were Nie Qiuyuan and Luo Dachun lurking here as well? Where had Han Meilan gone?
At that moment, I wasn't too concerned about what Nie Qiuyuan and the others were doing; my main focus was on finding Han Meilan quickly to prevent her from falling into an enemy trap.
I used various courtyards, walls, and trees to conceal my movements, moving very slowly as I searched for Han Meilan's whereabouts. Based on my judgment, she should be up high since she possessed lightness skills and could easily hide while having a good vantage point. However, despite craning my neck in every direction, I still couldn't find her.
Just as I crouched beside a low wall to survey a nearby three-story building, the cold air carried the indistinct sound of a midnight bell tolling.
It wasn’t an appointment; there was no need for such precision! Accompanying the bell tolls, I heard unusual sounds coming from above not far away.
The sound was extremely faint; if it weren't for my trained sensitivity and heightened caution, I might not have noticed it at all. Upon closer listening, the sound turned out to be quite complex—soft and delicate—similar to the sound of Night Phantom's footsteps on a rooftop but lacking that almost imperceptible quality even when lying right next to him. This sound wasn't from just one person; there were many individuals moving with remarkable lightness skills.
It couldn't be Han Meilan; it had to be Li Shimin's Shadow of Strategy, or it was the enemy!
The hiding place I chose was quite concealed, with a large shadow cast by the tall buildings in front of me. Just as I became alert, more than twenty figures in black descended silently from above like dark birds of the night, landing on the ground before me.
Although their forms were hidden in the shadows, I could still see clearly because they wore conspicuous white sashes over their dark outfits. They were the enemy! My heart sank; it seemed a night raid was happening today. I held my breath and remained motionless, fearing that my rough breathing would give away my position.
The leader among the black-clad figures paused for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand, causing all the others to freeze in place. He slowly drew a short knife from his waist and turned towards my direction, calling out softly, "Come out!"
I was startled. Indeed, in this extraordinary era, one couldn't survive without martial skills! I was hiding here so quietly that I could hardly breathe; if I were in a jungle, even wild animals might not detect me. Yet these black-clad figures seemed to possess an uncanny sensitivity—more acute than an infrared detector.
I remained still, my mind racing. What should I do? Regardless of my identity, since I had seen them here, they would likely eliminate me. The only option was to escape! But how? I didn't know any lightness skills...
Taking advantage of their stillness, I quickly scanned the surrounding alleys to plan a reasonable escape route. I had a knife, a few tranquilizer needles, and a bit of acting skill; if I caught them off guard, I might fend off the first wave of attack. Then what...
Before I could finish my thoughts, a sharp gust of wind swept overhead, accompanied by the sound of fluttering garments. A black figure shot towards the enemy group, a flash of cold light aimed directly at the leader among them.
A crisp voice filled with anger shouted, "Who are you? Dare to remove your mask and let me see which faction you belong to? I want to see what you Cold Blooded ones are up to!"
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