Qiu Ling stared at the gold-rimmed teacup before him, filled with fresh tea, feeling as though he were about to be sucked into its depths.
Zhou Yaxian’s voice swirled around him like the chanting of sutras, leaving him nowhere to escape.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, and ripples disturbed the calm surface of the tea. Simultaneously, an uncontrollable surge of intense unease spread from a corner of his heart. Qiu Ling snapped his head up, looking toward the bend of the Huan River outside the pavilion.
As if to confirm his inexplicable dread, a lone rider appeared at the edge of Chixia Beach in the next moment. The horse’s hooves kicked up a trail of dust and mist across the long stretch of sand, standing out starkly in the twilight.
Qiu Ling stood up abruptly, the tension in his body no longer possible to conceal.
"What? Have your people come looking for you?" Zhou Yaxian said, his gaze falling upon the nearly untouched cup of tea. He sighed softly. "You have been terribly restless lately; you cannot even finish a single cup of tea."
"This subordinate has urgent matters to attend to and cannot stay. I will personally come to apologize to the Superintendent another day."
Qiu Ling’s voice was still echoing in the pavilion when he vaulted onto his horse, galloping a hundred paces away in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Yaxian watched the retreating figure. Finally, he reached out, picked up the cold tea, and tossed it out of the pavilion without hesitation.
The cold tea mingled with the rain, vanishing into the earth in an instant.
The rain began to fall again in fits and starts. The water rose along with the night, threatening to crest over the precarious embankments and wash away everything on the shore.
***
Half a刻 after smelling the scent of blood, Qin Jiuya discovered bloodstains in the grass.
The rain had stopped about half an hour ago, and the blood had not been washed away, meaning it had been left recently.
Floods and collapsing houses were nothing compared to the disasters wrought by men.
Qin Jiuya’s legs, which had traversed countless ridges and puddles, began to shake involuntarily. She suddenly remembered the threats Zhu Fuxue had leveled at her, then thought of Yuan Qi being pinned to the ground, and finally recalled that fleeting glimpse of Di Mo on Mingde Avenue.
Dingweng Village had never provoked any powerful figures. Over the years, she had been cautious with her illicit dealings. The source of tonight’s turmoil was likely the Qingfeng Powder, and those who came for it could only be from the World’s Number One Villa.
Unlike Yuan Qi, those assassins from the Villa likely wouldn't listen to her nonsense. But if she turned back now to find Qiu Ling’s men for help, she probably wouldn't return until dawn. By then, who knew what would become of Dingweng Village? She wouldn't have the slightest chance to salvage anything.
And right now, she wasn't entirely alone. Perhaps there was still a chance to win against the odds.
"I advise you not to get any ideas about me. This is the trouble you stirred up; naturally, you must solve it. Even if you were to kneel and beg me, I wouldn't spare you a second glance."
Teng Hu had already heard the gears turning in her head. He stood with his arms crossed, a mocking smile on his face as he watched the spectacle, looking thoroughly loathsome.
Qin Jiuya, of course, would not kneel and beg such an annoying fellow. She simply pointed toward the dark village in the distance.
"The Yefuzi is in my village pharmacy. If you don't want it anymore, just tell me. It would be no trouble at all for me to take it and feed it to the chickens."
As a physician, she could not bear the thought of the Second Master of the Bai family taking the Yefuzi to "supplement his health," let alone Teng Hu, who was a poison fanatic. Just hearing her description sent his temper soaring. He immediately raised his two blackened, poisonous claws in a threat.
"If you dare feed the Yefuzi to chickens, I will turn you into a medicinal thrall right now."
This time, Qin Jiuya didn't bother responding to him.
She had neither the time nor the inclination to bicker. Right now, the men, women, young, and old of the village were all counting on her. If Heaven insisted on making her perform a solo act tonight, she would have to force herself onto the stage even if she was out of her depth.
A moment later, the sound of exasperated footsteps followed. Qin Jiuya breathed a small sigh of relief and crept toward Dingweng Village.
The rain began to pitter-patter again, making the ground glisten. It was impossible to tell if it was standing water or blood. The sound of falling droplets masked all other movements; even if one stopped to listen, they would only hear the echoes of their own heartbeat and anxiety.
Qin Jiuya paused, squinting toward the familiar village entrance.
There was supposed to be an old elm tree growing out of a crack in a large rock. For some reason, the tree had been snapped in half. The cut was as smooth as the surface of a stool, and not a soul was in sight.
She hid in the shadows and observed for a while, hesitating over whether to take a different path into the village. In the next moment, Teng Hu lightly tapped her head, signaling her to look at a puddle beneath the tree.
Qin Jiuya looked up again and noticed a pair of feet sticking out of the puddle. Searching the surrounding mud, she could vaguely discern a man dressed as a tenant farmer lying on the ground, his status unknown.
Her palms grew sweaty. She first crouched down to observe the surroundings, and after confirming no one was there, she scrambled to the man’s side and flipped him over.
The man was covered in blood but still had a breath left in him. He was too weak, however; his lips trembled for a long time, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. No matter how hard she tried, she could only make out the words "bandits" and "entered the village."
The rain seemed to grow thicker. Qin Jiuya’s gaze swept over the wounds on his body and finally stopped on his face.
It was a very young face, and the skin looked fine. Mud was smeared all over him, making it almost impossible to discern his features.
Qin Jiuya paused, scratched her hair, then leaned down close to the man’s ear and whispered.
"I know every chicken and every dog in this village, let alone the people. You aren't from this village. Who exactly are you?"
The half-dead weakness vanished from that face at a visible speed. The "farmer" covered in blood moved the arm hidden behind his back, but just as he was about to act, he realized half his body was paralyzed. A needle was stuck in his right shoulder.
Taking advantage of this, Qin Jiuya had already retreated three steps, standing side-by-side with the mud-spattered Teng Hu. Having done many "wicked deeds" herself, she felt she had acquired some of the aura of an "Old Poisoner." She looked down and threatened him.
"I advise you not to move recklessly. If you force your internal energy while your meridians are suppressed, be careful not to become a cripple for the rest of your life."
The man in the mud remained motionless. Her heart was pounding, and she kept trying to duck behind Teng Hu. The latter, his black-nailed hands tucked into his sleeves, couldn't help but snort coldly at the sight.
"A cripple? What use is a cripple? Better to become a corpse and be done with it."
As soon as Teng Hu’s words hit the ground, the man lying there finally stopped pretending. He vaulted up from the mud, reached out to pluck the silver needle from his shoulder, and charged toward Qin Jiuya and Teng Hu without his feet seemingly touching the ground.
But before he could take three steps, his entire body seemed to be struck by lightning. His limbs went rigid, and he crashed back into the mud.
Everything returned to how it had been half a刻 ago.
Qin Jiuya turned to look at the man beside her. Teng Hu had put on his gloves at some point and was coldly observing the complexion of the man who had died instantly from the poison.
"Seven steps to take effect... the potency is still a bit lacking."
Qin Jiuya’s hands and feet went cold. After a long moment, she stepped forward with lingering fear to confirm the man was truly dead. Finally, she looked at Teng Hu’s mud-stained face and suddenly felt the poor wretch on the ground had died a rather unjust death. He had likely charged forward regardless of his life simply because he had been blind for a moment and failed to recognize the Living Yama standing beside her. After all, Teng Hu had walked all this way with her and looked like he had rolled in the mud; he was so disheveled that not a hint of the White Ghost Umbrella’s former majesty remained.
But while she could hide behind a Yama to save her life for a moment, others might not be so lucky.
The direction of the village was still pitch black. Not a sound could be heard, not a glimmer of light seen. She didn't know if the familiar faces beneath those tiled roofs were fast asleep, or trembling in the shadows, or... already corpses.
Qin Jiuya felt a pang in her heart, devoid of any joy from her narrow escape. Thinking that a villain’s mind should be left to a villain to speculate, she immediately turned and asked.
"Do you think this one is the last? If they are only looking for a specific person, would they still kill the innocent indiscriminately? Isn't it said that assassins prefer stealth? Surely they wouldn't make the scene too unsightly..."
Teng Hu was wiping his hands and didn't look up.
"Stealth is to avoid trouble later. How much trouble can a tiny, remote village cause? Besides, finding one person is too difficult. Rather than waste time, it's better to destroy everything together. Though, if it were me, I would simply dump poison into the upstream waters and the wells..."
She shouldn't have asked him.
Her bamboo staff hit the ground, and Qin Jiuya used the splashing mud to cut off his "improvisation."
She had never personally witnessed the people of the World’s Number One Villa on a mission, but she had seen Di Mo’s methods through Li Qiao.
The enemy was numerous and would not stop until their goal was achieved; they had likely come out in full force. Moreover, the wounds on the assassin Teng Hu had poisoned were real, which meant there was at least one other expert in the village. She just didn't know where that person came from—whether it was internal strife during the mission or another group coming to fish in troubled waters...
On the other side, Teng Hu, splashed with mud, held up his hem and retreated a few steps, pointing at her nose in a rage.
"They came for you, not for me! The people in this village are all suffering because of you. If things truly get that troublesome, I think handing you over would be the best choice. Blame yourself for meddling; there are so many exotic poisons in the world, why did you have to go and neutralize the Qingfeng Powder?"
Seeing that he was about to turn on her, Qin Jiuya immediately "threatened" him without backing down.
"You came with me, and you just killed someone and left a trail. If the World’s Number One Villa decides to settle accounts later, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape either."
The two were at a stalemate, both glaring with fierce eyes, looking like two roosters squared off at the village entrance.
Suddenly, something pierced through the curtain of rain. Qin Jiuya felt a gust of wind whistle past her ear, followed by Teng Hu cursing under his breath. He stumbled back a few steps as a kitchen cleaver thudded into the tree trunk just a step behind him, nearly splitting his head open.
Qin Jiuya immediately dropped to the ground in terror. Indeed, tonight’s Dingweng Village was a literal den of tigers and wolves. If her master, who loved watching trouble from the sidelines, knew his disciple was having such a "thrilling" encounter, he might just kick off his coffin lid in his haste to see the show.
Qin Jiuya couldn't laugh. She looked for an opportunity to scramble up, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow slowly emerge from behind a wattle fence. The bouncing raindrops fell onto the blood-stained cleaver in "its" hand. In the next moment, a fit of coughing and wheezing drifted through the darkness.
Qin Jiuya blinked.
She still didn't dare recognize the figure holding the cleaver, but she recognized that coughing.
"Wuniang?"
Dou Wuniang stepped forward, pulled her up from the ground, and ushered her to a hidden spot, her cleaver still pointed at the nearby Teng Hu.
"The rain is heavy and the wind is sharp. I advise you, brother, to think carefully before you act—whether your poison is faster, or the blade in my hand."
Dou Wuniang’s voice was much deeper. Though she was wounded, her movements were not sluggish at all. She was a completely different person from the talkative, noisy village woman of usual days, though her face was still the same familiar one, her eyes darting around with every word she spoke.
Glimpsing the blade marks on the assassin’s corpse nearby, Qin Jiuya stared for a moment before she understood this bizarre scene. She immediately grabbed Dou Wuniang to explain.
"This... this one is one of us."
As soon as her words fell, Teng Hu let out a strange cackle, as if he had been driven mad by anger. This laugh usually seemed entirely sinister and terrifying, but unfortunately, he was currently in such a pathetic state that he looked more like he had hit his head.
Most importantly, his mental state was far inferior to that of young Li Qiao.
Dou Wuniang shook her head secretly, no longer looking at the eccentric Teng Hu, and quickly exchanged information with Qin Jiuya.
"Which way did Shopkeeper Qin enter the village? Have you met any other strangers besides this man?"
"I came from the northern path. I didn't see anyone else, but there were bloodstains all along the way. I don't know how the village is doing now..."
She couldn't go on, but Dou Wuniang was clearly not dealing with the assassins of the World’s Number One Villa for the first time. She said solemnly:
"I've been guarding this village entrance, but these jackals don't act alone. If one or two appear nearby, the rest will soon follow the scent. The priority is to prepare early. It's best to wait for them to move and set an ambush here, so they never return."
When she said these words, she neither coughed nor wheezed. She had a restrained, majestic aura. Qin Jiuya felt that if the woman weren't currently wearing that floral apron with two chicken feathers stuck in her hair, her presence would be on par with the legendary Abbess Hanzhu.
But a wise person doesn't fight a losing battle, and two hands are no match for four. Wuniang was already injured, and Teng Hu was unreliable. How long could they really hold out?
Qin Jiuya wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and asked in a low voice.
"Besides Wuniang, are there any other experts in our village?"
Dou Wuniang’s eyes widened.
"Having one of me is already something. How many more did you want?"
Qin Jiuya blamed herself for listening to too many of Tang Shenyan’s stories, actually fantasizing that the entire Dingweng Village was a hidden paradise filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons.
This couldn't go on. The priority was to get the word out and bring reinforcements.
"Wuniang has martial arts and is fast. If you leave now for the nearest pier to report this, how long will it take?"
Dou Wuniang rolled up her hem to wipe her cleaver, her mind already made up.
"I don't know if that old mill horse in the east village is still there. If I can find it for transport, I estimate it will take less than three-quarters of an hour."
Qin Jiuya nodded. She didn't ask a single question, only pulled out some wound medicine and stuffed it all into the woman’s hands.
"The hope of our village rests on Wuniang’s shoulders. You just need to find a way to get the message to Xiuting Pier. The people there will come to help as soon as possible. If necessary, have them light a signal flare first to scare the enemy; it might resolve the immediate crisis."
"What about you? Where are you going?"
Qin Jiuya’s expression was helpless, but her tone was firm.
"I have to find Jinbao. Jinbao is still at Guoran Ju."
Aside from Qin Sanyou, Jinbao was her only family. No matter how cowardly or useless he was, she couldn't leave him to face a life-or-death crisis. Tonight’s Dingweng Village was a dead end. Even though she had realized the "flooded pharmacy" was just bait to lure her in, she had to enter the trap.
However, while Situ Jinbao was a treasure to her, others didn't see him that way.
She turned to look at Teng Hu, wondering how to drag him into the water and get him to go into the village with her, when she heard him speak.
"Lead the way."
She had only intended to temporarily grab an "Old Poisoner" for protection; she hadn't expected him to be so loyal as to stand by her. She was somewhat moved and was about to say something to boost morale when she heard him grumbling.
"If the dogs of the World’s Number One Villa run back to their den and bark a few times, won't I be hounded to death with no peace? No matter what, we can't leave them alive. Though searching this broken village shouldn't take long, you should at least be of some use. After all, if I hadn't followed you here, I wouldn't have stumbled into this mess."
Fine. If she couldn't borrow a tiger’s majesty for a moment, borrowing a bit of fox’s might was good enough.
Qin Jiuya assumed her words from earlier had worked. She immediately adjusted her state, gave a final briefing, and split up with Dou Wuniang. She knew she currently looked like a traitor leading a bully into the village, but having Teng Hu along was better than facing everything alone. She only hoped that the meddling aunts, uncles, and grandparents who usually loved a good spectacle were all hidden well and wouldn't jump out at this moment to be caught in the crossfire.
However, her worries were clearly unnecessary. Tonight, the entire Dingweng Village was silent, and all the houses were dark. In this remote village, people usually returned home to rest after sunset. For a moment, Qin Jiuya couldn't tell how many people behind that silence had sensed tonight’s abnormality. She simply cut through the village and headed straight for Guoran Ju.
Rainwater had already flooded the small path outside the brushwood gate, mercilessly pouring into the courtyard. She peered through the gaps in the fence and saw the rain washing away the medicinal herbs and winnowing baskets that hadn't been put away in time. Pots, pans, and bowls floated in the standing water, while raindrops the size of beans danced noisily upon them.
Qin Jiuya withdrew her gaze and breathed a shallow sigh of relief. Teng Hu noticed and gave her a strange look.
"What kind of reaction is that? Did you think everything would be fine once we got here?"
Qin Jiuya paused, then said stingily.
"I just saw that the water in front of the door isn't that deep. The courtyard is soaked, but the house is still standing. I've saved the money for house repairs—isn't that worth being happy about?"
Having said that, she didn't look at his changing expression and reached for the brushwood gate.
"Wait." Teng Hu’s hands, tucked in his sleeves, made a rustling sound. He glanced at the height of the broken wattle fence. "This ghost of a place is drafty on all sides. Hard to say if some filthy things aren't hiding inside. Better to clean it out first."
As soon as Qin Jiuya saw what was in his hand, her eyes widened.
"But... but my medicine boy might still be inside..."
She was only halfway through her sentence when he had already thrown the ignited poison smoke.
The specially made smoke canister burst in the rain, and pungent smoke rapidly spread through the small courtyard. Half a刻 later, the swaying brushwood gate of Guoran Ju was pushed open. The poison-immune Teng Hu was the first to step into the courtyard, followed closely by Qin Jiuya, who had taken an anti-smoke pill. The two looked left and right, quickly taking stock of the "uninvited guests" sprawled in various corners.
The people lying in ambush in this courtyard clearly had some martial experience; not only did they have masks covering their noses and mouths, but they had also carefully held their breath. What they didn't know was that the poison smoke Teng Hu released was made from ground Kulingzi. Even if it wasn't inhaled into the lungs, as long as it touched the eyes, mouth, nose, or ears, it would rapidly take effect, causing paralysis and suffocation. Those caught could only watch their lives slip away like lambs to the slaughter.
And not long ago tonight, they were clearly the masters of this slaughter.
The men were all masked, but their exposed eyes were very young. Those young eyes held no emotion, no light—only the numbness of killing and facing death. Another young face flashed through Qin Jiuya’s mind, and she felt a pang of unease, but she was also incredibly relieved she had brought the right person. The White Ghost Umbrella’s methods were indeed cruel; if it had been Duan Xiaozhou, he likely wouldn't have been able to be so ruthless. And in this life-or-death situation, a moment of hesitation or soft-heartedness could cost one's life.
Thinking of this, she withdrew her gaze and wasted no more time, creeping toward the pharmacy. Sure enough, she found Jinbao curled into a ball in the dark ash pile beneath the stove, his eyes rolled back.
Teng Hu followed behind her, completely ignoring the medicine boy whose life was hanging by a thread, his mind only on his "sweetener."
"We've reached the place. Where is the Yefuzi you promised? You're not thinking of reneging, are you?"
"The antidote. Give me the antidote first."
The woman was persistent. Teng Hu had no choice but to toss a pill bottle onto the ground. Qin Jiuya, worried about Jinbao, picked up the bottle and checked it carefully to ensure it was the antidote and not poison. As she helped Jinbao take it, she pointed randomly at the wooden shelves holding medicinal herbs behind her. Before she could say anything, Teng Hu had already unceremoniously begun rummaging through them.
The two were busy with their own tasks, and neither noticed a figure eerily rising from the large water vat in the corner. Taking advantage of the loud rain outside, the figure unhesitatingly attacked the two in the darkness from behind.
It all happened too fast. When Qin Jiuya sensed something and turned her head, her vision only caught a blurred shadow.
Perhaps because she had been attacked by someone in this water vat once before, she—someone who knew nothing of martial arts—actually managed to see through the enemy’s ambush at the last moment. The poison of the Kulingzi was powerful, but it was useless against someone hiding in water. And although Teng Hu was ruthless, he was not a combat expert; once someone got close, he would likely be at their mercy. Thinking that although tonight was dangerous, she had been protected by Teng Hu and helped by Dou Wuniang along the way—it was as if she were blessed by the gods, which was truly not the treatment she usually received from Heaven. This scene was perhaps the role she was meant to play.
In the nick of time, Qin Jiuya didn't have time to think. Stepping on Situ Jinbao’s little belly, she flew up and delivered a fierce kick to Teng Hu’s high-protruding backside.
She had used this move on the Second Master of the Bai family in Baoshen Pavilion, and coincidentally, that incident had also involved the Yefuzi. A month later, her courage had grown in the martial world, and the strength in her leg had also increased. With one kick, the White Ghost Umbrella, who struck fear into the hearts of martial artists, let out a miserable cry and crashed into the herb shelves with a series of clatters. She also stumbled back out of the house.
The rain fell over her head. She only had time to raise a nearby winnowing basket in front of her when she heard a crisp crack. The bamboo basket shattered and fell to the ground.
"The B-rank camp is so useless. Why don't you let me take the top credit?"
A young, cold voice rang out in the rain, sounding like a demon’s nails scraping against bone.
As if in response to this voice, four or five more shadows emerged from the curtain of rain, surrounding her along with the assassin who had chased her out of the pharmacy. As the cold light approached, Qin Jiuya closed her eyes, blindly grabbed a medicinal shovel, raised it high, and swung it with all her might.
*Clang.*
The sound of metal clashing exploded in her ears, but her shovel hit nothing but air.
A slight chill was right by her ear. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the snow-bright tip of the Qingwu Blade held just an inch away from her, firmly and powerfully blocking that killing blow.
Everything seemed to slow down. Rainwater fell from her eyelashes, and Qin Jiuya saw the youth’s familiar profile and those light brown eyes.
In a daze, she suddenly remembered an experience from when she used to follow her master into the mountains to gather herbs.
On a night of the full moon, just after a sudden rain had stopped, she was traveling with her herb basket on her back when she encountered a wolf in the lonely mountains.
She had raised her herb hoe in front of her, but the wolf didn't eat her. It only lowered its head to sniff her scent, then brushed past her.
The coarse, hard wolf fur had scraped against her face, and she remembered that feeling for a long, long time afterward.
A strange, shivering feeling, as inescapable as fate.
A familiar scent brushed past her face. In the next instant, the light of the Qingwu Blade turned into a thin line, instantly cutting through the curtain of rain and striking toward the muddy, dim courtyard.
Qin Jiuya scrambled to find a place to hide, leaning her back against the broken door panel to barely steady herself. When she looked up again, the entire courtyard had turned into a bloody, chaotic battlefield.
The youth was like a wolf, a monster, a malevolent spirit that had shed its human skin in an instant, pouncing on its own kind with the most ferocious posture, baring fangs and claws in a life-or-death struggle. The mist stirred up by the killing intent blurred her eyes and faded all colors; in her daze, she could only feel the rain constantly battering the world, as if it were boiling.
After an unknown amount of time, the swaying figures gradually thinned out, and the sound of mud being churned died away into the rain, leaving only the sound of one person’s breathing.
Li Qiao stood in the rain holding his blade, the killing intent sliding off the tip along with the rainwater, continuous and showing no sign of stopping.
Finally, he moved. He first checked the courtyard full of corpses one by one, confirming there were no survivors, then finally looked up at her.
Unlike when she first learned of his identity, this was the first time she had witnessed him slaughtering. Across the curtain of rain, he almost didn't dare confirm the expression on her face. The rain was slowly washing the blood from his body, but he still hesitated to approach her.
"Sister, I'm sorry..."
The youth’s voice came low, with a slight nasal tone, so hoarse it was almost indistinguishable.
The rain grew heavier, making it hard to keep one's eyes open. Everything was a mess. Qin Jiuya stood up dizzily, picked up a broken oil-paper umbrella, opened it, and walked toward him step by step.
"Are you hurt? Where are the guards? Why did you come out alone? This mess tonight is never-ending. Wuniang has already gone to report it. The priority now is..."
Halfway through her words of concern, Qin Jiuya’s voice stopped abruptly.
Even though she was still two or three steps away from Li Qiao, even though they were separated by layers of rain, she noticed something wrong with him at a glance.
She instinctively wanted to step forward and reach for his pulse, but he suddenly dodged her.
It turned out that if he didn't want it, she could never touch him.
In the next moment, a sharp whistle came from afar, and a bright light accompanied by smoke pierced through the heavy clouds and soared into the sky, illuminating the night rain for a moment.
That was the signal flare Qiu Ling, Lu Zican, and the others used; she had seen it before on the banks of Baisha Port.
The moment the night sky lit up, the person before her seemed pained by that weak light and suddenly jerked his head away.
Though it was only for an instant, Qin Jiuya saw it clearly.
"Your eyes..."
The youth’s pupils had enlarged significantly at some point, like two pitch-black holes, opening an entrance to an endless abyss.
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| Chinese | English | Notes/Explanation |
| :--- | :--- | :--- |
| 督监 | Superintendent | Zhou Yaxian's official title. |
| 赤霞滩 | Chixia Beach | A location near the Huan River. |
| 果然居 | Guoran Ju | Qin Jiuya's pharmacy/home. |
| 枯蛉子 | Kulingzi | A toxic insect/substance used by Teng Hu. |
| 避烟丸 | Anti-smoke pill | A pill to counteract the effects of poison smoke. |
| 乙字营 | B-rank camp | A division or rank within the assassin organization. |
| 药铲 | Medicinal shovel | A tool used for digging or handling herbs. |
| 药簸箕 | Winnowing basket | A bamboo basket used for drying or sorting herbs. |
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