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Innkeeper Ma's previously smiling face twisted in an instant as he coldly declared, "Now that it has come to this, I have no need to hide any longer. I am not the innkeeper; I am here to take your life!"
He stepped back and drew a short knife from his bosom, grinning maliciously. "In the tea you just drank, I added Rheumatisms Powder. At this moment, you probably lack the strength even to lift a knife. If you do not wish to die, hand over what Huo Xiaolong seeks. I might consider sparing your lives!"
As Innkeeper Ma spoke, seven or eight burly men emerged from the side door, with two waiters mingling among them, each armed and coldly staring at everyone in the hall.
However, Feng Qingyang suddenly laughed and said, "Since you are not the innkeeper here, we have no reason to drink the tea you served."
With a light clap of his hands, Feng Qingyang signaled Yang Cheng and several young bodyguards to rise. They opened their mouths and spat out jets of water, while others expelled the tea they had yet to swallow.
Innkeeper Ma's arrogant demeanor immediately faltered as he exclaimed in surprise, "How can this be? You didn't drink... Could it be that you already knew?"
Wen Zhuo stood up proudly, placing his sword across his chest as he coldly replied, "It is not that we possess foresight; rather, you were too careless. No matter how cleanly you cleaned the back courtyard, the stench of blood lingering in the air is impossible to eliminate. Moreover, one among us has a nose more sensitive than that of a hunting dog."
Feng Qingyang touched his nose and said, "You killed the original innkeeper and his staff and buried them in the stable behind. Is that correct?"
Innkeeper Ma's expression changed several times. "So you mean to say that you figured out I was an imposter before even meeting me and pretended not to know just to put on this show? You certainly have a lot of leisure time."
Feng Qingyang shook his head with a smile. "You are mistaken; it is you who are putting on a show, not us. However, since you are willing to make a fool of yourself, we shall enjoy the performance. After all, opportunities to witness such a spectacle without spending a dime do not come every day."
Innkeeper Ma's eyelids twitched as he fell silent. He swung his knife in a horizontal slash aimed at Feng Qingyang's face. Yet Feng Qingyang remained seated calmly without moving an inch. Wen Zhuo stepped forward with his sword raised to block the strike aimed at Feng Qingyang.
Seeing this counterattack coming, Innkeeper Ma turned mid-air and attempted to land a stabbing blow from above Feng Qingyang's head. It seemed he had already resolved to capture Feng Qingyang first; perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope for him.
As Innkeeper Ma's knife descended, Feng Qingyang lightly tapped his leg on the table in front of him and swiftly dodged from his original position. At that moment, Wen Zhuo's silver sword arrived just in time; with a gentle flick, it blossomed into three sword flowers that evaded the knife's trajectory and swept toward Innkeeper Ma's chest.
With no leverage left while airborne, Innkeeper Ma was caught off guard and cried out in alarm as he shut his eyes tightly.
Then came a loud crash within the inn as Innkeeper Ma fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood but miraculously managing to survive.
Looking at Wen Zhuo who had suddenly retracted his sword, Innkeeper Ma asked in confusion, "Why didn't you kill me?"
Wen Zhuo smiled and replied, "We are bodyguards, not murderers."
Meanwhile, in one corner of the inn, Innkeeper Ma's subordinates had been subdued by Yang Cheng and others, lying motionless on the ground.
Feng Qingyang's expression remained calm as he said, "I have memorized your appearance. Do not attempt to seize this caravan again. You may leave now."
Innkeeper Ma looked at Feng Qingyang in surprise, sighed deeply, and rushed out. His subordinates were also released and swiftly followed after him like a gust of wind.
Wen Zhuo watched the departing figure, sheathed his sword at his waist, and said to Feng Qingyang, "If it weren't for you, I would certainly not have let them go this time."
Feng Qingyang gently shook his head and replied, "In our line of work, having one less enemy in the martial world is always better than having one more. Performing a good deed is far more prudent than acting out of momentary anger. By letting him go this time and giving him a chance, we are essentially giving ourselves a chance as well. The martial world is full of twists and turns, and people's hearts are as thin as paper; perhaps he will learn something from this."
"If you ever decide not to be the Caravan Escort Chief anymore, you could always become a monk," Wen Zhuo joked.
After everyone tidied up, Yang Cheng stepped forward and said, "Caravan Escort Chief, I have already checked. Only the tea was tampered with; everything else in the kitchen seems fine. We might as well cook something ourselves."
Feng Qingyang smiled and said, "I almost forgot that you have been responsible for meals at the Bounty House all these years. Very well; I am quite accustomed to the food you prepare."
Yang Cheng smiled slightly and went to the back with a few others to get busy.
After a couple of cups of tea had passed, the dishes were already laid out on the table. Just as everyone was about to dig in, Wen Zhuo stood up and said, "Wait a moment; we should still be cautious. We must guard against any traps they may have set."
After saying this, Wen Zhuo took out a silver needle from his bag and carefully examined the food but found nothing unusual.
Feng Qingyang chuckled, "You are being overly cautious."
Wen Zhuo put away the silver needle and replied with a smile, "A cautious approach can prevent many disasters."
Having traveled all day, everyone was already famished.
After a round of Wind Sweeps Away the Clouds, there was hardly any food left on the table. At this moment, the sky outside had darkened significantly. Wen Zhuo stood up to light the oil lamp but stumbled and fell to the ground after taking just a few steps.
Feng Qingyang was alarmed and quickly got up to help Wen Zhuo, but suddenly felt his vision blur and weakly fell back into his seat.
Wen Zhuo struggled to hold himself up and murmured, "My limbs feel soft and powerless; could it be that we have been poisoned with Rheumatisms Powder?!"
“Ha ha! Indeed, it is Rheumatisms Powder!” Before the words fell, several people rushed into the inn. Feng Qingyang looked up and saw that it was the group led by Innkeeper Ma, whom he had just let go.
Yang Cheng and the other bodyguards wanted to draw their weapons, but at that moment, their weapons felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in their hands, making it nearly impossible to muster any strength.
Yang Cheng, with a face full of astonishment, said, “How can this be? I have checked every item; there is no way you could have applied Rheumatisms Powder!”
Feng Qingyang struggled to straighten his body and slowly shook his head. “That is because Rheumatisms Powder was not applied by them, but by someone else.”
Innkeeper Ma’s eyes flickered. “If it wasn’t us, then who could it be?”
Feng Qingyang’s sharp gaze slowly shifted to the person closest to him and spoke clearly, “It is you, Wen Zhuo.”
At that moment, Wen Zhuo, who was slumped on the ground, seemed quite startled and shook his head repeatedly. “What nonsense are you talking about? How could it be me?”
Feng Qingyang’s expression remained calm as he replied, “Wen Zhuo, do not attempt to deceive me. Just now, when you were using the silver needle to examine the food, you secretly left Rheumatisms Powder in the dishes, didn’t you?”
Wen Zhuo’s complexion changed unpredictably, yet he remained silent.
“I suppose that Rheumatisms Powder is still hidden in your sleeve. Do you still wish to deny it, Wen Zhuo?” Feng Qingyang spoke with certainty.
Suddenly, Wen Zhuo burst into loud laughter as he slowly got up from the ground, no longer showing any signs of weakness. With a piercing gaze fixed on Feng Qingyang, he said, “Indeed, I cannot hide from you after all.”
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