"These assassins are truly incompetent!" a figure coldly snorted. "Leng Feng, make a note of these three for me. After the Master passes judgment, I will personally teach them a lesson!" the woman on the ung turned over, her face contorted with fury. To think these minor figures dared to plot against her—it infuriated her. The figure named Leng Feng said nothing, merely hauling the three away to one side. Soon, the room returned to silence.

Before long, footsteps sounded again. Four more people arrived. These four were precisely the assassins hired by Gongsun Lu. As they arrived, wondering how to lure the guards away, they found all the surrounding guards inexplicably asleep on the ground. They were astonished, but relying on their innate mastery, they stealthily entered. They met no further resistance, smoothly reaching the room where Gongsun Xiangyi was supposed to be residing—a turn of events that left them deeply incredulous.

"Boss, is our luck perhaps too good?" one of the men commented. "Yeah, Boss, I can't shake the feeling this is a trap!" another man chimed in.

The man who had accepted the mission from Gongsun Lu was about to speak when he saw the supposed "Gongsun Xiangyi" on the ung suddenly awaken. Upon seeing the four figures, her face showed no terror; instead, she offered a faint smile.

"It was always a trap!" As her words faded, another dark silhouette materialized from the gloom. The faces of the four changed drastically. They prepared to resist, but the shadow moved with blinding speed. Before they could fully react, their vital meridians were completely sealed.

"A bunch of jumping clowns!" Leng Feng remarked dismissively, scooping up these newcomers and flashing to the side. Soon, the room settled back into silence once more.

This pattern repeated for an hour. In total, five groups arrived. The strongest among them possessed the pinnacle of Innate Martial Master cultivation, while the weakest were merely at the Martial Artist realm. The mere fact that assassins of such varied strength were attempting a killing spree made Leng Feng and the false Gongsun Xiangyi inwardly shake their heads. They wondered if their Master, upon learning this, would feel fortunate or sorrowful.

Just as the two assumed no one else would come, footsteps sounded outside the door again. They exchanged a glance, both wearing expressions of weary resignation, before settling back into their roles.

"Hmph, those guards are trash! How could they all be sleeping like that?" A coarse curse rang out, immediately followed by a man with a pale complexion and moderately handsome features barging directly in. Unlike the others who had snuck in, this man entered brazenly, showing no awareness that he was there to assassinate someone.

Such low-caliber assassins left the fake Xiangyi on the ung and Leng Feng hidden in the darkness momentarily stunned. Assassins nowadays seemed utterly lacking in technical skill.

"They've been poisoned by a sleeping draught!" As this voice sounded, a man of striking beauty, with a small white fluffball perched on his shoulder, ambled in—ambled, as if strolling in his own backyard. Never mind assassination technique; he lacked even the basic commitment of a killer.

Leng Feng, lurking in the shadows, frowned deeply. What were his young masters thinking, sending assassins like this? Wasn't this an embarrassment to the Gongsun family? Especially when he sensed absolutely no True Qi emanating from Liang Xiaoke—clearly an ordinary person.

Since when did the Gongsun Pavilion of the Medicine King Valley become a place anyone could just wander into?

With this thought, Leng Feng grew perplexed, and his figure slowly emerged from the darkness. For such an arrogant, ignorant commoner, he felt it was unnecessary to involve his Master.

"Whoa, brother, why are you popping up out of nowhere? You nearly scared the life out of me!" Seeing a shadow suddenly appear, Liang Xiaoke instinctively stepped back, his face contorting into an expression of terror.

Seeing that Liang Xiaoke, despite feigning panic, seemed genuinely unconcerned, Leng Feng paused, perplexed. How could people be so brazen these days? Seeing him, and still having the composure for such words.

"Actually, if you wanted to scare someone, you should do it like this, right?" Saying this, Liang Xiaoke detached his own head and held it in his hands. His mouth opened slightly, and he uttered these words.

Faced with such a sight, even a man of Leng Feng's power and unshakeable resolve was severely startled. His body involuntarily recoiled a step. He was a Grandmaster, one at the peak of his power, who had killed countless people and witnessed every conceivable strange occurrence. But to see a person detach their own head, hold it, and have that head speak—that was absolutely a first. To claim he wasn't scared would be impossible. A normal person would have long since fainted from shock.

"Yay yay yay, you have decent courage; you didn't drop dead right there. Then take this punch!" Seeing Leng Feng retreat, Liang Xiaoke snapped his head back onto his neck and immediately swung a powerful fist.

It was a simple punch, yet it arrived with such speed that Leng Feng only had time to raise his arm to block.

"Crack!" Upon impact, as the blow struck his arm, Leng Feng felt the bones in his limb shatter completely. Even as he furiously poured his True Essence into the limb, he couldn't resist the tyrannical force of the fist. The immense power blasted his body backward, his arm completely broken. His body slammed heavily against a wall behind him, and the tremendous force of the punch finally detonated, causing the entire wall to collapse with a resounding crash, kicking up dust that completely engulfed Leng Feng.

This sudden turn of events had already alerted the false Xiangyi on the ung. As she sprang up from the ung, she caught sight of Leng Feng being blasted away. An expression of utter shock spread across her exquisitely beautiful face.

"Heh heh, a fake, just as I suspected!" Seeing the woman's face clearly, a vicious grin curled the corner of Liang Xiaoke's mouth, and he reached out to grab her.

Ye Jingyu, however, shook his head, his eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment. Xiangyi really wasn't here. Where could she be?