Li Kun trembled and involuntarily took a step back as Ling Mohan glared at him.
The man's imposing aura was terrifying, and he was barely holding himself up from falling to the ground.
"Who exactly... are you? The person behind me is the Third Prince. If you dare to touch me, the Third Prince will absolutely not let you off."
Li Kun's lips trembled slightly as he spoke out of fear.
The Third Prince... Ling Mohan snorted, "If you hadn't mentioned the Third Prince, I might have considered sparing your life. But now I've changed my mind. You will surely die!"
"You... you kill me, the Third Prince will not let you go. I am the Third Prince's father-in-law, I am..."
Before he could finish the remaining half of his sentence, Li Kun was killed with a single sword strike.
Blinding crimson liquid dripped from the sharp blade onto the floor, and with a dripping sound, Li Kun instantly fell to the ground.
Feng Jin, witnessing this bloody scene, quickly turned her head away. The sight was truly sickening, and if she looked any longer, she wouldn't be able to eat breakfast tomorrow.
The master standing to the side was also thoroughly startled and froze in place, forgetting to move. His mouth slightly agape, he stammered, "Killed... killed someone... killed someone..."
Coming to his senses, he started shouting wildly, running around like a headless chicken.
Seeing this, Ling Mohan sent a sword flying, which pierced directly into the chest. Blood erupted like a fountain, splashing all over the ground.
"Couldn't you have been gentler? With it like this, do you expect me to eat tomorrow?"
The smell of blood filled the room, causing a wave of discomfort in her stomach. She covered her mouth and nose, suppressing the urge to vomit, and glared at Ling Mohan with a hint of reproach.
This man, when he took action, couldn't he consider her feelings? Making it like this, was he intentionally trying to disgust her?
Ling Mohan pulled the sword from the man's chest. The blade was not stained with a single drop of blood.
"Your sword is really good. Not a drop of blood on it."
Feng Jin couldn't help but be drawn to the sword in the man's hand. This was truly a fine sword, unstained by blood, and its edge was extremely sharp, even surpassing her scalpels.
However, just the manufacturing of those few scalpels had cost a considerable amount of gold and silver. How much would such a sword cost to make? For a moment, she couldn't estimate the cost.
"How did you get this sword?" Feng Jin's gaze was fixed on the treasure sword in Ling Mohan's hand, her eyes instantly lighting up. Her hand, hidden in her sleeve, twitched with eagerness. If it weren't for the fact that the sword was still stained with the blood of two people, she would have snatched it from Ling Mohan's hand long ago.
"This sword was also obtained by chance. It is said to be the personal sword of a general from the previous dynasty, forged from thousand-year-old profound iron. As for what material it's made of, I don't know, but it is indeed a good sword, sharp enough to cut through hair and unstained by any blood."
This sword had been in his possession for several years. Seeing that it was a good sword, he had kept it with him. As for its material, he truly did not know.
"What's wrong? Are you interested in this sword?"
He noticed the excitement in Feng Jin's eyes, certain she was interested in the sword, and directly handed it to her.
"No... this sword, at first glance, is an object that takes lives. I imagine it has been stained with no small amount of blood. Such a fierce weapon, if I kept it by my side, I fear I wouldn't be able to control it. It's better if you keep it."
This sword, at first glance, was filled with malevolent energy. Only a general like Ling Mohan, who had fought on the battlefield, could control it.
She was also afraid that if this sword was by her side and she couldn't control it, she might injure herself, which would be a loss. Feng Jin refused Ling Mohan's offer without a second thought. She truly dared not accept this sword.
"You're being superstitious."
He was also impressed by Feng Jin's mind, always coming up with some nonsensical and far-fetched ideas.
"Moreover, with me here, you don't need to worry about not being able to control it."
The man took a step closer to Feng Jin, his hot breath spraying onto her smooth, fair neck, causing her to tremble slightly. Feng Jin pushed him away with her hand, but her weak strength couldn't move him at all.
Sometimes, she truly detested this frail body. Even though she practiced Tai Chi daily to strengthen her body, she still possessed no strength to even hold a chicken.
If she had her previous life's body, with her black belt in Taekwondo, she would have already knocked Ling Mohan to the ground. Unlike now, where she couldn't even defeat one of his hands.
Feng Jin was instantly on the verge of tears. How could she have transmigrated into such a weak body? Even if she hit the man with all her might,
To Ling Mohan, it would only feel like a tickle, not capable of harming him at all.
"Hurry up and get up. So many people are watching. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
Feng Jin reminded him fiercely, pushing him with all her strength, even though it was futile. She stubbornly refused to give up.
"Don't worry, no one dares to peek. Even if someone does, I, your husband, will dig out their eyeballs. My dear wife, you need not worry."
The man used the gentlest tone to say the most vicious words, a stark contrast that seemed perfectly fitting on him.
The moment he approached Feng Jin, the soldiers who had followed them wisely retreated in unison.
Feng Jin suddenly froze, her eyes darting around, but she saw no one. Only the lifeless bodies lying on the ground.
"You get up first. I don't have a habit of flirting in front of corpses. We can talk about anything when we get home."
Being in this place and doing these things, Feng Jin felt extremely awkward all over. She quickly urged the man to leave.
"Alright, we'll continue at home."
It was clear that Ling Mohan had severely misinterpreted Feng Jin's meaning. He reached out and pulled Feng Jin towards the exit.
Just as they reached the main entrance, Feng Jin pulled back his wrist. "Are we just leaving like this? What about these bodies, and the people alive in the Li Mansion? How will they be dealt with? This Li Kun is also the father of Chu Yanxi's concubine. If this escalates, I'm worried Chu Yanxi will use this to suppress you."
This Li Kun deserved to die, but she was worried that Chu Yanxi would use this matter to suppress Ling Mohan further.
After all, Chu Yanxi was a wicked person, capable of anything.
"Don't worry, I already have a plan. This Li Kun is not a good person either. The reason Chu Yanxi took Li Kun's daughter as a concubine was because Li Kun helped him amass wealth in secret."