CHAPTER 369: CHAPTER 14: MOUNTAIN AND RIVER FAN

"You? Since you’re the new captain from a Second Generation Soldier background, why didn’t you stop your team members from fighting privately?" After learning about Yue Jinghua’s identity, a strange light flickered in Helen’s eyes.

For some reason, she was entrusted with looking after Qin Dongting, and even though she seemed unconcerned on the surface about tonight’s events, she had already sent someone to secretly follow them.

Qin Dongting’s temperament was very similar to that person’s—too foul, and additionally, lacking skill in conversation. With such a personality, she hoped that being taught a lesson several times would make him more cautious.

However, Helen was also worried that the two from Yan Bao were too heavy-handed. If they killed Qin Dongting, it wouldn’t be easy to explain to that person.

"Teammates like pigs, having one too many is already too much. If I don’t fight, how will I know who to keep?" Yue Jinghua shrugged her shoulders, knowing just from looking at the mercenary performance record that she had picked up a mess.

"Keeping Qin Dongting will definitely benefit you," as long as that person was around, Helen believed that sooner or later, Qin Dongting would rise.

"Then we’ll see his ability. Since Boss Helen intends to take care of us, could you tell me where else I could pick up some private jobs besides the Mercenary Branch, to clean up the negative points of our squad?" Yue Jinghua ordered a drink, gulped down the bright fiery pomegranate juice in one go, its sour and sweet flavor swirling in her throat.

Yue Jinghua believed that every Mercenary Branch’s conditions were more or less the same.

Last time in Sabah Town, she had noticed in the tavern that many mercenaries were taking on jobs through the taverns. Presumably, Helen Tavern would be no exception.

"Quite astute, I do have quite a few private jobs, it’s just a matter of whether you have the courage to take them. Preserve Qin Dongting, remember, this is my first task," Helen said, extending her finger slender as jade bamboo shoots, lightly scraping Yue Jinghua’s face, her gaze seductive, "Tsk, such smooth skin, you make me, the drag queen Elder Xu, envious to death."

"Yikes, you want us to kill Yan Bao, huh," Shalman was startled by Helen.

"Then kill them. Trash that can’t even control their lower body, not even as good as pigs. About time to go save that coffin face." Helen only felt a chill as she ran her fingers across and the Yue Jinghua, wearing a metal mask, had disappeared.

Five Saints Town, Central Area, beside the Ancient Hero Statue.

Under a crescent moon as fine as a beauty’s brow, water splashed like shattered jade, the air thick with the smell of sulfur, by the never-stopping fountain, three shadows were reflected.

Just as Yue Jinghua expected, Yan Bao and Angel launched an attack from both sides right from the start.

One wielding a Heavy Sword, the Sword Qi could instantly split boulders. The other brandishing a hook, the hook shadows descending like a sudden rush of rain, boxing Qin Dongting into a dilemma.

At this point, they had forced Qin Dongting back against the fountain.

From the bottom of the fountain, a Parrot Snail the size of a palm was spewing water.

Qin Dongting’s chest heaved, his hair disheveled, and his light armor was already marked with several wounds.

In the blood, there was a hint of blue light, obviously suffering from Angel’s sneak attack.

In his right hand, his weapon was a fan, on it was a depiction of a stream and a boulder.

Qin Dongting was exhausted; the battle had reached this point, and it seemed a foregone conclusion.

"Qin Dongting, what’s the use of you stubbornly protecting that thing? Luo the fatty is not getting out of Shang Kingdom’s Heavenly Prison in this lifetime. You might as well hand over the treasure map. Maybe if we’re lucky enough to find the Ancient Hero’s relics, we can make a name for ourselves on the continent," Yan Bao saw victory in sight, his expression one of joy.

Just lately, in order to please Angel, Yan Bao shared a secret with her, a secret only known by official members of the small Second Generation Soldier squad.

The few official members of "Second Generation Soldier," other than Qin Dongting whose father is unknown, all have parents who are important figures.

Especially the fat guy’s mother, who once ranked among the top three in the Great Mercenary Groups of the Eastern Continent. When she retired, she got her hands on a treasure map that was said to record the location of the Dragon Slayer Warrior’s burial site.

Before the fat guy ran away from home, he took that treasure map with him.

When the small squad was formed, to land higher-level missions and struggle fewer years, the fatty bit the bullet and mortgaged the treasure map at the Mercenary Branch, managing to snag the mission of transporting the Ancient Xuan Beast Egg by advancing a rank.

Who would have expected an unexpected mishap? This time, the mission turned into a fiasco, and with the present situation, they might never fill that gap in their lifetimes.

Yan Bao was not reconciled to just muddling along in a small squad that couldn’t even count as third-rate, hence he harbored other intentions.

Before being incarcerated in the Heavenly Prison, Luo handed over the contract of pawn for the treasure map to Qin Dongting for safekeeping, so that if they had enough Dark Pills, there was hope of redeeming that treasure map.

Angela glared at Qin Dongting with resentment; even in defeat, this man still managed to look striking.

Under the moonlight, his side-profile was so mesmerizing that it left her staring blankly.

Qin Dongting suddenly smiled; he was naturally good-looking but seldom smiled. This smile, like a sudden gust of spring breeze.

With a swift motion, the fan in his hand shimmered with the reflection of water.

In a graceful moment, the stream depicted on the fan came to life, turning into a thin stream the size of a water python.

This continuous stream quickly formed into a watertight curtain of water, lunging towards Yan Bao.

Among the two, Yan Bao was a bit more powerful.

Only by splitting and breaking through could one have the chance to Defeat the enemy.

As soon as the water curtain materialized, Yan Bao became alert; having teamed up with Qin Dongting before, he was aware of his formidable skills.

Suddenly, Qin Dongting swung the fan horizontally, and a dazzling trail of light flashed across.

The seemingly ornate tip of the fan shot out several blade edges, carrying deadly killing intent. Even a slight touch could result in a bloodied mess.

Crack, crack, crack, it could be seen that Yan Bao, encased by the water curtain, unleashed countless fist shadows.

From a young age, he had followed his father, learning a fine set of fist techniques.

Each punch emitted a crisp sound like snapping beans, and the smooth water curtain bulged with each strike.

"Boom" was the sound of another fan shadow, and Angela was hit by the fan wind. She screamed miserably and fell into the fountain.

The water gleamed, reflecting the flames.

It illuminated the nearby Ancient Hero Statue with an icy blue hue.

It was at this moment that Yan Bao, relying on his overpowering fist strength, shattered the water curtain in an instant.

Seeing Angela in the water, barely hanging on, he challenged, "Qin Dongting, do you truly wish to fight to mutual destruction? Your ’Diverting Disaster’ move uses up a great deal of Dark Power. Even if you defeat Angela, with your current state, how could you be my opponent?"

The Mountain and River Fan in Qin Dongting’s hand was a Formed Spiritual Treasure of Illusion Technique, capable of creating extremely powerful illusions, with the water curtain being one of them.

What set it apart from ordinary illusions was that this water curtain had a real offensive capability. However, such illusions consume a great deal of Dark Power.

Qin Dongting gasped for air, slowly closing the fan, "Fight."

To fight might offer a chance of survival; not to fight would surely mean certain death.

"Peh--"

Just as the two were on the brink of a fight, bowstrings taut and ready to fire.

A peanut shell flew over unexpectedly, interrupting their conversation out of place.

Perched atop the adjacent Ancient Hero Statue, seated was a figure who appeared at some unknown time.

Backlit by the moonlight, Qin Dongting and Yan Bao could not clearly see the newcomer’s face for a moment, only a pair of bright, shining eyes.