Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 95: Ling Jue's Jealousy

Ling Jue's expression turned wary when she heard the innkeeper's hesitant words, asking about the identity of the person who handed over the note. However, before she could ask more, Ye Wenxin had already unfolded the paper.

"Wenxin, you..." Ling Jue was both amused and exasperated by Ye Wenxin's boldness.

If someone meant harm, even a note could be laced with poison—enough to rot the skin or, at worst, cause death by inhaling toxic fumes. Yet here Ye Wenxin was, casually opening it.

"Don't worry, there's no poison. I've already checked," Ye Wenxin assured, unperturbed. In the past, she might have been concerned, but with her growing mastery of medicine, such tricks posed no threat to her.

Recalling Ye Wenxin's skill with the Soul Calming Eighteen Needles, Ling Jue said no more, focusing instead on the note, which was scrawled with a few crooked words.

[The three have been released, beware.]

Just eight words, yet Ye Wenxin quickly deduced who had sent the message.

"It seems we've got trouble. Those three scoundrels from yesterday have been released," Ye Wenxin mused, realizing the note must be from the constable. She had expected their release but not this swiftly.

"What should we do? Will I be a burden to you?" Luo Miaoyi's face turned pale, her anxiety rising.

"No worries. Those three aren't a real threat, and we're about to leave anyway," Ling Jue replied, unfazed. She had predicted this outcome from the moment Ye Wenxin stirred up trouble the previous day.

Even outside the Immortal Sects, might makes right—a law of this world. Those who dared act so brazenly before Luo Miaoyi must have some backing or skill.

Although Ling Jue had no fondness for Luo Miaoyi, she didn't want her to suffer needlessly. The best course was to hit the road, cross the forest, and reach the largest nearby city.

Once there, Luo Miaoyi, with her resources, could hire cultivators for protection.

Ye Wenxin shared a similar thought, though yesterday's unease still lingered. Pretending to be an ordinary person meant she couldn't reveal her true strength before Ling Jue.

A single misstep could spell disaster.

Currently, her silver needles were her most potent weapon. Ye Wenxin needed to push herself, aiming to master the Soul Calming Eighteen Needles as soon as possible.

Recognizing the shift in circumstances, the three of them had breakfast, stocked up on provisions, and rented two horses.

Ye Wenxin initially wanted her own horse, but Ling Jue refused, citing her age.

"By the way, how old are you, Miss Ye?" Luo Miaoyi inquired.

"Me? I'm sixteen," Ye Wenxin replied, batting her innocent eyes. She had adjusted her height, subtly altering her appearance to avoid looking out of place.

Naturally, if someone examined Ye Wenxin's bone age, they would find it to be around fourteen.

This was the unique feature of her bone-shrinking technique, surpassing even the Yin-Yang Conversion Technique and other disguises in this world, allowing her to convincingly play the young girl.