After Transmigrating into a Book, I Was Entangled by a Crazy and Beautiful Villain - Chapter 9

Without giving Mu Tong any time to react, the longsword, flashing with cold light, gave a soft chime as it swiftly left its sheath, the tip pointed directly at the enemy’s legs.

Because she still intended to leave him alive, Ye Tingran did not aim for a vital spot. Zhiyu was a step slower to draw her sword, striking at Mu Tong from the other direction.

The two coordinated well, surrounding Mu Tong in a pincer attack.

Lying on the ground, Song Linlin saw them draw their swords and immediately scrambled up using her hands and feet, quickly moving away from their fighting range.

The rest of the people gathered around began to scream and run away, swarming toward the pharmacy’s entrance. They were crammed together, in a state of chaos.

Fortunately, there weren’t many people inside. Everyone managed to run out successfully, and outside the pharmacy entrance, many curious onlookers gathered from a distance to watch the battle inside the shop.

In this world, the law of the jungle is the governing principle. Battles breaking out from time to time are completely normal, and they frequently happen in these larger towns.

With people from the sects stationed here, everyone generally gives face to the sects and avoids proactively causing trouble.

However, of course, this doesn’t exclude some mentally unstable cultivators who like to draw their swords and attack people at the slightest provocation. Most cultivators maintain an indifferent attitude toward ordinary people, much like how humans don’t care about the ants on the ground.

As long as ordinary people don’t proactively seek trouble, cultivators won’t casually attack. But actions like Mu Tong’s, in the eyes of others, are completely suicidal!

Even if he were beheaded on the street, no one would go and trouble the cultivator who killed him.

Song Linlin got up from the ground, retreated a few steps, and hid behind a pillar.

Although she had a sword hanging from her waist, this was clearly not a battle she should be involved in. Since Ye Tingran and Zhiyu had taken the initiative to attack, Song Linlin definitely ought to play it safe.

Mu Tong reacted quickly, ducking down and immediately flashing toward an open gap. However, his speed was still a bit slow. Ye Tingran’s sword slashed across his calf. Thankfully, he flashed quickly enough that it was only a graze, and the injury was not severe.

He really knows martial arts! He’s not an ordinary person!

Earlier, during the discussion in the inn room, Ye Tingran already suspected that Mu Tong might be a cultivator. Now, being surrounded by two people, he could still react quickly.

It seemed his strength was not low. At least, Song Linlin felt that if she were facing that situation, she would have already died and be waiting for a restart.

Mu Tong rushed to a chair made of mahogany. He pulled one of the armrests, and a longsword was drawn out. He had actually hidden his weapon inside the furniture.

Song Linlin was also startled to see this. That was clearly the chair she had just been sitting on!

It was a good thing Mu Tong hadn’t intended to fight at that time, otherwise, Song Linlin would definitely have been the first victim.

Too dangerous! Why is danger always so close to me?

Mu Tong drew his sword and didn’t look at Ye Tingran and Zhiyu, who were surrounding him. Instead, he turned his head, his eyes venomous and furious, staring at Song Linlin hiding behind the pillar.

“You damned girl, it’s all because of you!”

He cursed fiercely, lifted his sword, and charged straight toward Song Linlin, his eyes glaring with murderous intent, as if he wanted to hack Song Linlin into a thousand pieces.

“Holy cow!”

Seeing the sword already slashing down and Ye Tingran and the others unable to stop him, Song Linlin immediately performed a “King Qin circling the pillar,” flashing her body to hide on the other side of the column.

Mu Tong’s attacks all struck the solid, thick load-bearing pillar, leaving a deep slash mark on it. By this time, Ye Tingran had also rushed over, blocking his subsequent attacks.

Narrowly dodging an attack, Song Linlin breathed slightly. She saw a strand of her own hair on the ground. Fortunately, not much hair was cut off; it just meant the hair near her temples looked uneven now.

Taking advantage of Ye Tingran and Zhiyu blocking him, Song Linlin quickly retreated to a distance. Mu Tong, however, seemed to have locked onto her. Even while being obstructed by the other two, he was still rushing toward her.

Damn it, why does he keep aiming for me?

I can’t take this; I have to fight back!

Song Linlin drew her sword. This was the first time she had drawn this sword. Of course, she had never used a sword, but this body still retained some combat muscle memory.

Most importantly, Mu Tong was being blocked by Ye Tingran and Zhiyu. His own strength wasn’t particularly powerful, and his offensive was gradually weakening. She felt she could certainly manage to sneak in a few opportunistic strikes.

Song Linlin moved around the periphery of the fighting group. Ye Tingran and Zhiyu served as the main force, suppressing Mu Tong. She seized opportunities to occasionally land a few cuts on Mu Tong.

Although the damage wasn’t high, only causing superficial injuries, the humiliation was extreme.

At this moment, Mu Tong, being attacked by three people, felt like he was about to vomit blood. Originally, he was just a businessman in the city, responsible for gathering intelligence and transmitting information. He hadn’t wanted to directly confront these three people.

Yet, he was forced into action by this Zhang San. Now, he not only exposed the fact that he was a cultivator but also fell into the pincer attack of Ye Tingran and Zhiyu.

If he only had to face one of them, Mu Tong might still have a chance to figure out how to escape. Facing two at once, he couldn’t cope.

What Mu Tong found most unacceptable was the presence of a virtually powerless Zhang San nearby, who constantly seized chances to add a few more wounds to him.

It was truly humiliating!

Realizing that he couldn’t escape while being surrounded by three people, Mu Tong’s eyes hardened. He completely ignored Ye Tingran’s attack, turned around, and slashed a full-strength sword strike toward Song Linlin.

“F***!”

Song Linlin uttered the name of a plant the swear word, hastily raised her longsword to block diagonally in front of her. The collision of metal produced a jarring noise. She only managed to block for two seconds.

Then, under Song Linlin’s astonished gaze, with a “clank,” Song Linlin’s sword actually broke, falling straight to the ground. She herself was thrown back by the powerful backlash, hitting the ground some distance away.

A faint, metallic sweetness lingered in her throat. Song Linlin felt like she had been thrown hard enough to suffer internal injuries.

“Why… am I always… the one who falls…”

She spoke weakly. Fortunately, this fall wasn’t entirely in vain. Mu Tong was now completely subdued, with Ye Tingran holding a longsword against his neck.

“I surrender!”

Mu Tong raised both hands, and his longsword dropped to the floor, showing no signs of bravado.

In a desolate, abandoned courtyard, Mu Tong was tightly bound in the woodshed with a rope made of a special material. This rope was provided by Zhiyu; ordinary hemp rope certainly wouldn’t be able to hold a cultivator.

This type of rope was extremely durable, and without the strength of a Mid-Golden Core stage cultivator, it was impossible to break free.

Song Linlin sat on a straw pile, truly lacking the strength to stand. Fortunately, Zhiyu had given her some medicinal pills for healing, and she was feeling much better now.

Ye Tingran stood in front of Mu Tong, her expression serious, and questioned, “Speak! Who instructed you to deliberately leak information about the Fallen Maple Temple to us?!”

Mu Tong was stunned for two seconds by this question. His expression subtly changed, but he immediately recovered, looked up at Ye Tingran, and asked confusingly, “Miss Ye, what are you talking about? I don’t understand…”

“Don’t play dumb,” Ye Tingran retorted.

Mu Tong still wore a confused look. “The matter of Fallen Maple Temple… you were the ones asking about the relevant things… I just mentioned it casually. How can you say it was intentional on my part?”

“Senior Sister Ye, stop asking!”

Song Linlin, sitting on the straw pile, couldn’t bear to watch anymore. She didn’t want to continue arguing with him and said angrily, “If he refuses to talk, then we’ll…”

Song Linlin made a gesture of slitting a throat and sneered, “Hmph, a useless person has no reason to exist!”

Mu Tong was startled by her action and couldn’t help but curse inwardly:

That damned Zhang San! Not old, but so malicious!