The Heir to the Seven Killers in the City

Chapter 18: Another Attempt

Qin Yu spent the entire night consumed by anxiety over losing control of his qi, which sapped his courage to continue his cultivation. After taking a bath, he simply fell asleep. Early the next morning, Qin Yu felt a soft hand resting on his forehead as he lay half-asleep. Immediately afterward, a soft cry rang in his ear: “You’re so hot!” It was Lin Xiaorui. Qin Yu opened his eyes listlessly, sounding a bit impatient: “Miss, what are you doing?” Lin Xiaorui seemed unable to believe that someone with such a high fever could still speak; taken by surprise, she stammered, “Your… your head is so hot…” “Mm,” Qin Yu replied indifferently. Of course he could feel it—that’s obvious. This was ridiculous. He had a fever out of nowhere, and it felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body; now he couldn’t even lift his hand. Lin Xiaorui was clearly frantic. Deep concern flashed across her lovely face as she began pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan. “No, no, this definitely won’t do. I have to notify Mr. Lin so he can call our best doctor for you.” “No need!” Qin Yu forced his eyelids open, unsure if the Seven Kill Fire Seed within him could be detected. If it could, wouldn’t that mean he’d exposed himself before even mastering the divine art? He wasn’t that stupid. “It’s just an old ailment of mine. Go get me an ice pack, and grab some alcohol to help cool me down.” Qin Yu told a lie and began giving orders to his personal assistant. Why not put a beautiful woman to work when she’s right there? Lin Xiaorui had been in a panic just a moment ago, but now she realized that the top priority was to cool him down. She hurriedly had a waiter bring the items Qin Yu requested and, without complaint, wiped his palms, soles… and armpits. Upon seeing those two patches of thick body hair, Lin Xiaorui kept her composure, but the skin behind her ears quietly flushed—unfortunately, Qin Yu, who had been watching her the whole time, caught her reddening right on the spot. He cleared his throat and suddenly asked, “Do all you girls shave your armpits?” He didn’t know about others, but Jiang Rongrong definitely did—he’d once seen her armpits, as soft and white as snow, completely unlike those of a burly man. At the mere thought of a woman, Qin Yu felt the fire burning inside him die down a little, and his whole body grew less feverish. Lin Xiaorui didn’t answer the question; instead, she shot Qin Yu a shy, indignant glance that made his heart flutter. This was serious—the Seven Kill Sutra was truly too sinister. How could he suddenly be aroused by a member of the opposite sex like this! Qin Yu forced himself to suppress the lustful fire and simply closed his eyes, saying nothing more. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep. In his dream, he felt someone gently wiping his body, bringing wave after wave of refreshing coolness. “Brother Qin Yu, I made some congee for you. Get up and drink it.” Just as Qin Yu was about to open his eyes, he felt Lin Xiaorui gently pat his cheek. By then, he felt the fire inside him had mostly subsided, so he got a mischievous idea and deliberately kept his eyes shut. Seeing that Qin Yu wasn’t responding, Lin Xiaorui assumed he’d fainted from exhaustion. But when she realized his temperature was normal, she decided to tease him. She pinched his cheeks and twisted them a few times, giggling to herself as she stared at his comical expression. Qin Yu, who was pretending to sleep, thought to himself, “My plan backfired,” and a desire for revenge welled up inside him. “Water… water…” he murmured softly with his eyes closed. Lin Xiaorui struggled to pull him up into a sitting position, propping him against a pillow, and held the water cup to his lips to feed him, but the water trickled down the side of his mouth. Qin Yu kept up his act while chuckling to himself, never expecting two warm lips to press against his so unexpectedly. They were so soft—truly an experience unlike anything he’d ever had. Qin Yu couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter; his jaw opened involuntarily, and she fed him nearly half a cup of water that way. Lin Xiaorui set the glass down, panting heavily—feeding him water was hard work, and she was completely exhausted. When she turned her head, Qin Yu had already woken up and was staring at her playfully. “W-when did you wake up?” Lin Xiaorui asked, a touch of nervousness in her voice. Qin Yu let out a wild laugh (or so he thought): “Just a moment ago, while you were feeding me water. Thanks, by the way—you’re very dedicated. I’ll be sure to give your godfather a big compliment about you someday.” This finally avenged the trap she’d set for him—what a sweet revenge! “You filthy rascal!” Lin Xiaorui’s face indeed flushed red and then turned pale; she spat dryly on the floor. Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly asked, “The mission Mr. Lin assigned is tonight. You’re so weak right now—will you be able to complete it?” Qin Yu wasn’t sure what was going on. After this bout of fever, in just a few short hours, he actually felt his Seven Kill cultivation had improved significantly. Vaguely, it seemed as though he’d unlocked quite a few new skills, making him eager to put them to the test. Could his reaction just now have been the Seven Kill Qi within him leveling up? He quickly recited the Seven Kill Sutra silently in his mind and, sure enough, discovered that his cultivation had made some progress—he’d advanced to the Second Kill stage! Qin Yu’s heart surged with excitement. He leaped to his feet and showed Lin Xiaorui his increasingly well-defined muscles: “With my abilities, even if I were bedridden, I could crush every member of the Fire Scorpion Gang with one hand!” He was brimming with confidence at that moment and couldn’t help but get a little carried away, but seeing the young man so full of himself, Lin Xiaorui couldn’t bring herself to say anything to dampen his spirits. Mr. Lin had previously assessed that this operation would be quite difficult; she truly hoped it would be a quick and successful victory, just as Qin Yu had said. As night fell, Qin Yu told Lin Xiaorui to wait for him at the hotel, and, equipped with the gear Lin Hao had provided, he set out once again to storm the Fire Scorpion Gang’s stronghold. To avoid alerting the gang, he once again swam ashore. This time, using his inner energy to dry his clothes took less than half the time it had last time, and Qin Yu felt absolutely elated. Following Lin Hao’s instructions, he skillfully avoided all the checkpoints in the reed marshes and successfully reached the outer wall of the small prison. A fully armed patrolman wearing a balaclava came out to slack off and accidentally bumped into Qin Yu. The man was a ruthless gambler who had been planning to play another round with his buddies on outer patrol—and perhaps discuss the woman whose body had been dismembered just last week—when he saw a tall, slender teenager dressed all in black, grinning with a row of white teeth, twirling a dagger in his hand as he leaned casually against the wall, watching him. Instinctively sensing the approaching danger, the man couldn’t help but open his mouth to scream. However, before the word “Come” could escape his lips, Qin Yu cleanly slit his throat. Blood gushed out, splattering onto the barbed wire on the wall. Qin Yu stood motionless where he was; the only thing moving back and forth was his dagger. This “flying dagger” technique was a skill he had just unlocked from the Seven Slayings Sutra. Suited for close-range combat, it allowed him to kill without the victim even noticing—truly an indispensable skill for murder in the dead of night. Feeling another surge of crisp, icy killing intent well up within him, Qin Yu sighed contentedly, looking up at the sky. Thanks to his recent level-up, the power gain from each kill was now far greater than before. If a mere minion could yield such results, Qin Yu found himself looking forward to the moment he would take down the Fire Scorpion Gang’s boss. He quickly dragged the minion’s body into the shadows and buried it under a pile of dry grass. Just as he was about to scale the wall, a sudden inspiration struck Qin Yu; a flame ignited at his fingertips, setting the entire pile of dry grass ablaze. With the wind blowing tonight, the fire grew intense in an instant, and the man’s body flickered in and out of view within the flames. “Fire! Put it out!” Qin Yu bellowed twice toward the watchtower, then leaped onto a tree to survey the scene. Sure enough, the people on the sandbar were highly wary of fire—after all, there were vast reed beds here, and the consequences of a fire would be unimaginable. People from near and far gathered around, dragging hoses and wielding fire extinguishers—after all, no one wanted to die. Even the guard on duty at the sentry post rushed over carrying a basin of water. Seeing the unguarded perimeter, a smirk played on Qin Yu’s lips as he strode right in. This building really did resemble a prison. Before him lay a spacious courtyard, dotted with various obstacles—it looked like a place where prisoners were allowed to exercise, or perhaps a training ground for SWAT teams. On three sides of the courtyard stood rows of buildings, packed tightly together like a beehive. Qin Yu knew that if he walked straight through the front row of buildings and continued further back, he would reach a private villa—the very place where his target, Yang Yong, lived. Tonight, Yang Yong would surely return from Las Vegas to spend a romantic night with his mistress here. As Qin Yu used precise footwork to avoid the landmine spots in the courtyard that Lin Hao had pointed out, he imagined the scene of Yang Yong kneeling at his feet, weeping bitterly and begging for mercy. Before he realized it, he had reached the center of the courtyard, when suddenly, sounds came from all directions.