Outside the carriage, the chastising voice of Hong Fei suddenly erupted, followed by a crisp ’ding’ as a dart pierced through the carriage. Liang Shujun realized something was amiss and swiftly dodged to the side. Although blind, unable to see, he initially panicked and worried for a few days, but it seemed he had gradually adapted and discovered his hearing had become much sharper than before. He avoided the hidden weapon, the dart, but Yun Ge was not so lucky. Her medical skill was exceptional, but her martial arts were mediocre at best, nothing more than some flashy but ineffectual moves, yet it was clear the dart was aimed at her! Yun Ge’s arm was sliced by the dart, and the blood that flowed from the wound was a purple-black color. That hidden weapon, the dart, had been poisoned! Outside the carriage, Hong Fei sat astride her horse, swiftly drawing her longsword. While warily scanning her surroundings, she also asked with concern, "Doctor Yun, are you alright?" Yun Ge pursed her lips and hastily took out a small knife to excise the poisoned flesh around the wound, then applied some golden sore medicine. Her voice was so cold it seemed it could freeze, "Kill them! Spare none!!" Hong Fei’s anxiety eased somewhat; since Doctor Yun could respond, it meant she was okay. And even if there were trouble, it wouldn’t be a big problem. Meanwhile, a troop of men suddenly appeared ahead, their movements practiced, clad in black, their footfalls silent like specters. "Kill—!" At Hong Fei’s command, the sounds of clashing weapons and battle erupted instantly. Liang Shujun felt a bit nervous, reckoning that the identity of these men was probably not ordinary. Additionally, he had a strange feeling; when he was taken away by He Su’s men, it was clearly summer, yet now it was already autumn, the weather markedly cooler. He frowned slightly, guessing that he must have missed something. If he was not mistaken, after suffering a head injury that day, he seemed to have been unconscious for a long time. But why, then, had he fallen into these people’s hands again? Suddenly, a loud noise came forth, and the carriage was split into two halves. The incident occurred abruptly, but Liang Shujun’s reflexes were extremely quick. He immediately hugged his head and curled up his body, protecting several vital parts of his body. Yun Ge had no time to pay attention to Liang Shujun. She dashed out from the shattered carriage, clutching several small bottles in her hands. She flung the bottles out violently, and a cloud of gas wafted into the air. Hong Fei had blood in her eyes. Witnessing the gas spreading from those bottles, her morale soared, and she hacked even more relentlessly at the opponents. Suddenly, someone from the adversaries exclaimed, "Retreat!" The ones who inhaled that mysterious gas seemed poisoned, their bodies paralyzing. With swords flashing in their hands, Hong Fei and her companions sent heads flying, blood splattering the ground in an instant, spraying onto them as well. With the incident concluded, the assassins who had come to attack were either dead or captured. Yet even the survivors were defiant, biting into poison sacs hidden in their teeth to commit suicide. Hong Fei frowned tightly and immediately ordered her men to search the bodies of the assassins. Unsurprisingly, the men were ’clean’; aside from the clothes and shoes on their bodies, they didn’t even have silver, indicating a style befitting of a Death Soldier; they carried nothing on them that could prove their identity. Seeing this, Yun Ge couldn’t help but sneer coldly.