Chapter 124: Swordsman’s Big Battle with the Mysterious Person (10,000-Word Update, Please Subscribe)

Purple opportunity definitely harbored rare treasures — how could An Jing stand by as others snatched it away, especially with the unknown darkness and Xiao Qianqiu looming?

An Jing’s body leapt up and transformed into a gust of wind.

“Shi!”

The sword light was cold and clear, piercing through the heavens and the earth, headed straight for the silhouette within the black fog.

“Clang!”

Just as the sword light surged toward the black fog, it seemed to be blocked by a fierce Qi force, erupting into a piercing roar soon after.

An Jing felt a tremendous force transmit through his longsword, nearly causing him to lose his grip.

A First Grade expert!

With just one strike, An Jing could feel that the strength of the person before him was greater than that of Grandmaster Yu Huai by three times.

“Hmm!?”

The person in the black fog glanced at the approaching An Jing, slightly furrowed her brows, then continued carrying Qi Yun by the neck as she moved further away.

To her, killing was merely a waste of her own time.

At this moment, Qi Yun’s face turned tomato-red. As a disciple of Xiao Qianqiu from Zhenyi Sect, where wasn’t he revered? When had he ever been humiliated like a chicken being carried away?

“You may leave today, but the person must stay.”

An Jing took a deep breath, and his palm released the flying sword.

“Buzz! Buzz!”

In a flash, the longsword soared into the air, charging forward with a grand momentum, unstoppable, leaving behind a trail of white Qi waves.

The Unity Sword Technique! Sword Control Technique!

The wave of Qi streaked across the sky like a meteor, brightening the dark night.

“The Fifth Realm?”

The person in the black fog noticed the incoming flying sword, revealing a hint of surprise.

Fifth Realm swordsmen were rare; she hadn’t expected another to be in Yu State City so soon after one had just left.

In an instant, the sword light charged into the black fog, its incomparable sharpness cutting through the surrounding darkness inch by inch.

But in the next moment, the longsword seemed to encounter a massive resistance, making it impossible to advance even an inch further.

The Sword Control Technique couldn’t even break through the black fog around the person, showcasing the profound strength of the adversary before him.

An Jing narrowed his eyes, as his Inner Strength surged like vast waves, gathering at his fingertips.

“Shoo!”

From his fingertips, a sudden burst of surging flames appeared, accompanied by a sharp, soul-piercing cry that instantly raised the surrounding temperature significantly.

The Nine Yang Divine Finger! Phoenix Facing Phoenix!

As An Jing pointed out, the force Qi transformed into a bird engulfed in flames, sweeping the hot waves all around.

The Heavenly Martial level martial arts, once executed, made its ferocity known.

“This… this is…”

Grandmaster Yu Huai’s face paled as he sat on the ground and saw this finger technique. His spirit trembled, “Not even the Four Symbols Finger Technique of the Four Symbols Sect is this formidable. Who exactly is this Ghost Swordsman?”

Rumors had it that the Ghost Swordsman not only had unpredictable swordsmanship but also knew the Hundred-step Flying Sword from the Ghost Valley Sect, and now displayed such a formidable finger technique. Who could possibly stand behind him?

Yijing’s thoughts were fleeting as the Fire Bird created by the finger force already rushed forth and heavily struck the sword handle.

“Ding!”

With the addition of the finger force, the momentum of the longsword increased immensely, carrying a tumult of red flames as if it intended to melt the thick black fog.

An Jing launched two moves in an instant, holding nothing back.

The master within the black fog remained unshaken; a long sweep of her robe was like a gentle breeze brushing against one’s face.

Her seemingly casual sweep contained a force heavy as thousands of pounds.

The fierce force met the mingled sword light and flames.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Following a collision, a roaring sound burst from the center.

In the next moment, the longsword began to tremble, bearing unimaginable pressure as a deafening noise resounded.

“Not good!”

An Jing immediately retreated and quickly looked up.

“Bang!”

The longsword turned to dust, disappearing with the mournful cold wind into the silence of the universe.

“What a formidable expert!”

An Jing took a sharp breath, his face becoming extremely solemn.

His own Sword Control Technique combined with the Nine Yang Divine Finger had been effortlessly countered by that person with a mere gesture. This person’s strength was no less than that of the heavily injured Universal Benefit Bodhisattva.

But at that time, he could still perform the Ghost Transformation, and now there was no soul left in his body to burn.

The figure within the black fog glanced at An Jing and said indifferently, “Since you wish to die, I might as well send you on your way.”

Murders were not postponed to the next day.

She was one who never held grudges because she would seek retribution instantly.

“That depends on your ability then,”

An Jing licked his lips and said with a cold laugh.

“Everyone who has seen it is dead.”

“Today there will be an exception.”

“Absolutely not.”

The person in the black fog gently loosened their left hand, placing Qi Yun on the ground.

“Cough cough cough…cough cough cough…”

Qi Yun lay on the ground, coughing continuously, yet inwardly cursing; he was a disciple of the Zhenyi Sect, not some chicken to be held in your hand.

As the person in the black fog stepped forward, the originally pitch-black night sky became even quieter and more serene.

At that moment, the moonlight seemed to be obscured, inexplicably stirring up a sense of unease and panic.

And An Jing, at the center, felt an overwhelming force, mountainous in its might, bearing down on him.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared ahead, seemingly delicate but in an instant shone incredibly brightly, filling An Jing’s pupils.

“What’s happening!?”

An Jing wanted to dodge, but it felt like he was stuck in the mud.

At the same time, the shining light gradually became clearer.

Boom!

Boom!

As the force boomed, a sound that resonated through heaven and earth followed.

A palm imprint that seemed to cover the sun and sky fell down heavily, squeezing the air on both sides and crazily rushing towards the surroundings.

Clearly, this person was also intent on a quick and decisive battle, showing no mercy with their strike.

An Jing had no escape; the inner strength in his body surged wildly, and the light flickering with flames reappeared.

Nine Yang Divine Finger!

Hundred-step Flying Sword was a swordsmanship technique, and because he was well-versed in swordsmanship, he managed to train it very quickly to the eighth layer. However, his training in the Nine Yang Divine Finger was minimal, and his mastery was not profound.

It was only through the Nine Yang Divine Finger, being of the Heavenly Martial level in martial arts, that he managed to intimidate Great True Master Yu Huai and Qi Yun.

Thick flames soared into the sky, directly facing the falling palm imprint.

Seeing this, the person in the black fog picked up Qi Yun and walked away into the distance.

In her eyes, that Ghost Swordsman was already a dead man.

Earth Flower Realm!?

Even Xi Jikui of the Heavenly Flower Realm was no match for her in a single move, so with this strike, she believed the Ghost Swordsman of the Earth Flower Realm was undoubtedly doomed.

The fierce handprint fell down, unstoppable, and the surging flames seemed instantly to weaken significantly.

But in the next moment, a dazzling golden light emerged from An Jing’s body, and the massive palm imprint paused.

“Break!”

An Jing’s tone was very calm, but the weak flames suddenly flared up intensely.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The huge impact made a deafening noise, shaking heaven and earth.

The fierce wind howled, emitting a sharp sound; An Jing stood upright between heaven and earth, his eyes as deep as an abyss.

“How can the waters of Yu State City be so deep…”

Seeing this scene, Great True Master Yu Huai also trembled inside, marveling at how divine these two individuals were, with their strength so formidable.

How could such a small Yu State City have so many experts.

“Golden Bone!?”

The steps of the figure in the black fog paused, and beautiful eyes squinted slightly.

In her memory, in the Great Snow Mountain of the Houjin Dynasty, there was a body refining martial art. Even if one had not reached the Grandmaster Realm, if cultivated to Perfection, it could temper the Golden Bone.

But the difficulty of cultivating this martial art was so great that even in the history of Great Snow Mountain, few had managed to cultivate it successfully.

“You seem very confident, but that’s not necessarily a good thing,”

An Jing took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing before speaking.

If he hadn’t refined his Golden Bone to perfection, that strike just now could have cost him half his life.

This not only demonstrated the formidable strength of the person before him, but also showed the toughness of the Golden Bone.

“Interesting.”

The person in the black fog spoke lightly, “Being able to withstand my move is enough to make your name renowned in Jianghu.”

“Hahahahahaha.”

Hearing this, An Jing couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “A hidden and sneaky rat dares to speak so boldly?”

Yu Huai, the great adept resting beside him, couldn’t help but think to himself sarcastically: Aren’t you doing the same?

“Then today, let this lowly one send you on your way,”

the person in the black fog said softly, his eyes filled with an intense killing intent.

“Is that so?”

An Jing’s eyes also shimmered coldly, as he gently raised his hand, as if to grasp something.

“Rustle rustle!”

A rustling sound arose, and Yu Huai, the great adept, hurriedly turned to look.

He saw a huge python head emerge, slowly rising as if merging with the distant moon, giving an indescribably shocking impression.

“Hiss–!”

The python head rose high, emitting a sharp hissing sound, its cheeks flaring like wings.

“What a terrifying exotic beast!”

Yu Huai, the great adept, trembled internally and exclaimed in shock.

Not only Yu Huai, but Qi Yun also showed a look of shock. Such an exotic beast was rare even in the Zhenyi Sect; it was clearly ferocious and highly cruel, almost impossible to tame.

Yet at this moment, the exotic beast didn’t exude any ferocious aura at all, appearing as inert as wood.

Several nuns were even scared stiff by the sudden appearance of the Thousand-year-old Black Python, daring not to move.

The very next moment, a black radiance seemed to emerge from the mouth of the Black Python.

A sharp light then shot forth.

“Whoosh!”

Upon closer inspection, it was a peerlessly sharp blade, slicing through the air and eventually landing in the hands of the Ghost Swordsman.

Evil Suppressing Sword!

This was indeed the third-ranked sword on the Famous Sword List, the Evil Suppressing Sword.

Simultaneously, the body of the Thousand-year-old Black Python moved, and a massive iron tail swept through the black fog.

“Boom boom boom!”

The body of the Thousand-year-old Black Python was exceedingly sturdy, the sweeping tail carried a heavy momentum causing sounds of air exploding.

The person in the black fog knew the ferocity of the Thousand-year-old Black Python; he threw Qi Yun aside and then leaped up.

“Thud!”

The massive tail struck the ground, sounding like a giant rock falling and creating a thunderous noise, causing the whole land to tremble.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

An Jing leaped up, landing on the head of the Thousand-year-old Black Python.

“A Thousand-year-old Black Python about to undergo the Jiao Transformation!?”

The person in the black fog saw this scene, and his heart also stirred.

Such an exotic beast was naturally ferocious and brutal, having grown for thousands of years, its ferocity had gradually become its nature, and it simply couldn’t be subjugated by humans – obviously, some methods had been used.

No wonder the person before him had so many trump cards; no wonder he could defeat the Universal Benefit Bodhisattva.

“Shi!”

An Jing’s arm vibrated, and a sword light gushed out from the Evil Suppressing Sword, slashing towards the person in the black fog.

The person in the black fog was unfazed; with a wave of his arm, the sword light dissipated into nothingness, but An Jing’s second sword light came at him again.

The person in the black fog remained expressionless, countering An Jing’s four sword lights effortlessly with a wave of his hand and a step of his foot.

Watching An Jing charge at him again, the person in the black fog spoke indifferently, “Seeing your strength is decent, I’ll give you an opportunity…”

“No need!”

An Jing licked his dry lips due to the cold and once again swung his sword.

Nine-character Sword Technique! Bing Character Secret!

An Jing’s sword carried a vigorous momentum as it charged forward at great speed, resembling a meteor as it directly thrust towards the weakest part of the waist in the black mist.

The person in the black mist was slightly surprised, not expecting An Jing’s swordsmanship to be so bizarre, charging directly at her waist. In response, she slapped her palm, and a black Qi force rushed towards the tip of An Jing’s sword.

Bang!

An Jing felt a massive force in his hand, almost causing him to let go of his sword.

At that moment, the thousand-year-old black boa below also opened its fierce, gaping mouth and ferociously bit down.

“Bang!”

The cluster of black mist dispersed, revealing flowers resembling lotuses floating around its body, rapidly retreating backward. Clearly stunned by the impact, she seemed to have unstable Qi and blood.

Nine-character Sword Technique! Bing Character Secret!

An Jing remained standing atop the thousand-year-old black boa, his sword in hand, piercing through the void like a meteor and charging towards the person in the black mist.

Just as the person avoided the attack from the thousand-year-old black boa, she sensed an acute edge rushing towards her from the front.

Relying on the Evil Suppressing Sword, the Ghost Swordsman’s strength was indeed commendable, but coupled with that terrifying exotic beast, even she found it difficult to handle.

This exotic beast was truly too terrifying!

The person in the black mist couldn’t help but sink into gloom as her inner strength surged and then quickly concentrated at her fingertips, pointing towards An Jing’s sword tip.

The moment the sword tip and the finger light touched, they emitted a bizarre, sparkling light.

Shhh Shhh!

An Jing, aided by the diving momentum of the thousand-year-old black boa, felt a jolt through his body as a force Qi rushed straight into his innards, roaring like overturning seas and rivers within him.

Meanwhile, the thousand-year-old black boa did not hesitate, its huge body twisting and shaking as it continued its charge towards the person in the black mist.

An Jing also suppressed the Qi mechanism in his body, thrusting the Evil Suppressing Sword as if a breathtaking Swan had descended from the sky.

Today, he was determined to take away this purple opportunity.

The person in the black mist felt a tightening inside, her inner strength flowing like tidal waves.

Heavenly Demon Black Lotus!

The surging black Qi transformed into a giant lotus flower, its momentum piercing through heaven and earth, boundless, pressing towards An Jing’s Evil Suppressing Sword.

“Hiss!”

At this moment, the thousand-year-old black boa also saw the opportunity to strike, its giant mouth wide open, as if swallowing mountains and rivers.

Crack Crack!

What followed was a shocking scene, as the giant lotus was directly swallowed by the thousand-year-old black boa.

Not to mention the bystanders like Yu Huai Da Zhenren and Qi Yun, even the person in the black mist wore a hint of surprise.

“You are overly confident!”

At that moment, An Jing flew off the head of the thousand-year-old black boa, swift as lightning, his sword directly thrusting at the person in the black mist, the terrifying sword light spewing forth.

This sword, exuding murderous intent, was unstoppable and determined to fight to the death.

“Too terrifying…”

Yu Huai Da Zhenren watched the Ghost Swordsman and the thousand-year-old black boa battle the mysterious master, his eyebrows knitted into a frown.

In the night sky above, sword light danced, and the exotic beast wreaked havoc; this grand battle was extremely rare, leaving onlookers nothing but awestruck.

Even for someone like Yu Huai Da Zhenren, a master of the Heavenly Flower Realm, the weight in his heart was immense.

The nuns were visibly stunned, their hearts pounding erratically. They also understood that witnessing such a duel today was indeed a stroke of fate.

Buzz!

Just as An Jing’s sword was about to pierce the person in the black mist’s throat, the person in the black mist suddenly clapped her hands together, clamping tightly onto An Jing’s sword, immobilizing it.

The person in the black mist looked at the Ghost Swordsman and said faintly, “Your strength is indeed decent, but it is just decent after all.”

“Is that so?”

An Jing’s mouth curved into a peculiar smile, and in the next moment, the person in the black mist frowned sharply.

An Jing’s right hand was once again infused with inner strength, followed by a fierce shake.

The sword in his hand loosened, breaking free like a restrained dragon.

A cold light appeared in the night sky and then quickly transformed into thousands of sword lights, emitting ripples of azure light.

The person in the black mist twisted her neck, and the protective black mist was immediately pierced by a sword, but as it was about to strike the person’s body, she sidestepped and dodged.

“Interesting.”

Then she extended her hands, and the swirling black Qi turned into several black lotuses, supporting the cascading sword light and dispersing it toward the four corners of the world.

The somber sword light illuminated all directions, piecing hearts and splitting guts.

Sword light interspersed with black lotuses above the sky, dazzling and disorienting, bizarre and variegated.

“Not good!”

Yu Huai secretly cursed his luck, but it was already too late when he saw that cold, chilling light slanting downward, instantly piercing the ground.

“Bang bang bang bang!”

Two of the streams of energy were heading straight for Qi Yun.

“Thud!” “Thud!”

With his First Grade skills, how could he possibly withstand this terrifying qi mechanism? He was pierced through in an instant, fresh blood pouring out from his chest.

Qi Yun’s eyes still held a trace of astonishment, a trace of disbelief, his body trembling constantly.

“I… I…..”

Then his lips parted, and before the words could come out, his breath was completely cut off.

Yu Huai, the Great True Man, and several female crown wearers were all stunned.

The two had been fighting fiercely, and just when the combat reached its intense peak, unexpectedly, no one was hurt, but Qi Yun, who lay nearby, had died.

“Damn!”

An Jing, feeling the disappearance of the purple glow in the Earth Book, couldn’t help but curse silently.

His purple opportunity was gone.

“Dead!?”

The person in the dark room also frowned deeply.

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“Until we meet again!”

An Jing glanced at the black mist, snorted coldly, then rode the Thousand-year-old Black Boa and swiftly left.

If it weren’t for the high-level master who suddenly appeared today, the purple opportunity would have been his.

Now that Qi Yun was dead, there was no reason for him to stay, and he didn’t know if anyone was already headed towards Willow Villa.

The person in the black mist took a deep breath and looked at the silhouette of An Jing, also leaping up, vanishing from the devastated Willow Villa.

A calmness enveloped the skies, but Yu Huai, the Great True Man, was still staring blankly at the lifelessly lying Qi Yun on the ground, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

“Great.. Great True Man….”

At that moment, one of the female crown wearers softly said, “What should we do now?”

“First, gather up the body.”

Yu Huai, the Great True Man, paused for a moment, then let out a wry smile.

……

In the dense forest.

The silhouette of the Thousand-year-old Black Boa slipped through. Although its body was massive, its speed was extremely fast.

“It’s a pity about that purple opportunity.”

An Jing stood on the head of the Thousand-year-old Black Boa, inwardly lamenting the missed chance. If that person hadn’t appeared today, he would surely have been able to capture Qi Yun.

The vanishing of the purple opportunity’s prompt meant that it was most likely linked to something Qi Yun would have spoken about.

It very likely had something to do with the “Jade Emperor Scripture.”

Frowning slightly, An Jing thought quietly, “But that’s not right, even if I had the ‘Beidou Seven Stars Technique,’ the ‘Daluo Heart Method’ is incomplete. It shouldn’t have led me to the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture.’ Could it be that Qi Yun knew not only the ‘Beidou Seven Stars Technique’ but also the incomplete part of the ‘Daluo Heart Method’?”

Thinking of this, An Jing felt even more regret.

“I do not know where that person came from, but his strength is terrifying.”

An Jing recalled the scene of the battle with that person, a chill running through his mind.

His strength was certainly no less than that of the severely wounded Universal Benefit Bodhisattva; he must be a Half-step Master, and most likely one suppressing his realm.

A Half-step Master needs to perform the ‘Three Flowers Fusing’ to reach the Grandmaster Realm, but some Half-step Masters clearly could perform the ‘Three Flowers Fusing’ to step into Grandmaster, yet forcibly suppress their realm, not breaking through that barrier.

Lin Yiyang was one of them; the one he just battled was clearly like this as well.

If it were not for the overwhelming and ferocious might of the Thousand-year-old Black Boa, he might have met his end today.

“Qi Yun is dead, and it’s likely to bring more trouble.”

An Jing sighed, this time gaining nothing, and instead further provoking the Zhenyi Sect.

Considering Qi Yun was a disciple of Xiao Qianqiu, his status and identity were obviously not ordinary, and now he had died within Yu State City.

The Zhenyi Sect, as the national religion, had held sway over the Great Yan Martial World for a century, and this grievance was not something they could just swallow.

Before long, the Thousand-year-old Black Boa had arrived at Qinghe Pier.

An Jing placed the Evil Suppressing Sword into the mouth of the Thousand-year-old Black Python and then drove the python to sink to the riverbed before he hurried home.

After a fierce battle, it was almost past midnight.

The entire Yu State City had fallen into silence, yet a lamp was still flickering inside Jishi Hall.

An Jing took a deep breath, walked slowly into the front hall, and casually closed the side door.

“Son-in-law, you’re back?”

Tan Yun was sitting in front of the counter and looked somewhat flustered as An Jing entered silently.

“So late, and you haven’t slept yet?”

An Jing asked, surprised.

“Wasn’t I waiting for you to come back, son-in-law?”

Tan Yun blinked and asked, “Son-in-law, where did you go for consultations today that you returned so late?”

“Fulu Street.”

An Jing replied casually, then headed to the backyard.

“Son-in-law, why are you in such a hurry? Let’s talk.”

Seeing this, Tan Yun quickly grabbed An Jing’s arm.

However, she inadvertently touched a sensitive area, her face flushed red, and she quickly let go.

“Talk about what? I’m somewhat tired today.”

And An Jing, feeling the soft touch on his arm, couldn’t help but cast a glance at her heaving chest.

If you’re so sincere, talking for a bit isn’t out of the question.

“Just a casual chat will do.”

Tan Yun’s face was still flushed as she stuck out her tongue. “It’s just that I haven’t heard son-in-law talk for a long time.”

“Didn’t we just talk during the day? Let’s talk tomorrow, I’m really tired today.”

An Jing was indeed very tired today, especially after the battle with the expert in the black fog, which had left him utterly exhausted.

Tan Yun pursed her lips and insisted, “Son-in-law, let’s just talk casually, for one stick of incense, no, half a stick of incense will do.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll talk with you for a bit.”

An Jing sighed helplessly and asked casually, “What have you been doing today after I left? Did you work diligently, or were you lazy again?”

As he spoke, An Jing even yawned.

He knew Tan Yun’s daily activities even with his eyes closed: it was nothing more than eating, sleeping, and teasing the little black boy.

“I… I didn’t do anything… No, that’s wrong, I wasn’t lazy.”

Tan Yun’s face turned red at once, and she seemed to become somewhat flustered.

“Ahem.”

Just then, a light cough came from the bedroom.

An Jing heard it clearly; it was Zhao Qingmei’s voice.

“Son-in-law, let’s not talk now, I’m going back to rest.”

Tan Yun, like a frightened rabbit, ran toward the backyard.

“How strange.”

An Jing watched Tan Yun’s retreating figure and found it profoundly odd, wondering why she would blush just from his casual question.

Muttering to himself, An Jing walked slowly toward the bedroom.

“Husband, you’re back?”

In the room, under the lamplight was a beauty with a loose hair bun, her complexion slightly flushed.

“I came back a bit late today.”

An Jing’s face showed a hint of fatigue as he spoke, “I’ve worried my wife; it was just too busy.”

Had it not been for Cheng Yaojin suddenly appearing, today’s matters would have concluded successfully, and he could have returned earlier. However, that person’s strength was profound; he would note down this grievance and seek retribution later.

“Husband, you should rest quickly. I’ve already made the bed.”

Zhao Qingmei touched her wrist and spoke.

An Jing pinched Zhao Qingmei’s cheek tenderly and said, “Look at you, you’re not as rosy as before; you mustn’t stay up late again.”

“I understand,” Zhao Qingmei stuck out her tongue but thought to herself: It was all because of the Ghost Swordsman’s Thousand-year-old Black Boa; how could he appear so weary?

As she spoke, Zhao Qingmei removed An Jing’s clothes, and they both lay down on the bed.

“My wife, you’re tired too; let’s sleep early.”

An Jing, seeing his wife before him, felt the gloom in his heart swept away and said, “Next time, no matter what, you must rest properly.”

“I just wanted to rest earlier.”

Zhao Qingmei nestled in the quilt, whispering, “Brother, I’ve been having trouble sleeping without you coming back.”

“I won’t ever do this again.”

After hearing this, An Jing reached out and stroked Zhao Qingmei’s soft hair, secretly vowing never to go out so late again, nor to let his lady wait in vain during the night.

Seeing the tenderness in An Jing’s eyes, Zhao Qingmei bit her red lips, “I’m sorry.”

Sometimes, she didn’t know if she should tell An Jing everything, but she was afraid of losing everything before her.

After all, if she explained everything, it would be too shocking. Could he really accept it all?

The deceits and dangers of Jianghu, the knife shadows and sword lights, all these had nothing to do with him. Dragging him into this was too unfair to him.

Brother, let me bear all the grudges and favors of Jianghu alone.

“Silly girl, the one who should apologize is me.” An Jing was slightly taken aback, then felt even more guilty, “Don’t worry, there won’t be a next time.”

“I want to sleep in your quilt and want a hug…”

Zhao Qingmei blinked, then tucked her head in and burrowed into An Jing’s quilt.

“Alright.”

An Jing held Zhao Qingmei’s delicate body, feeling a blaze of fire burning inside him, his palm gently gliding over her smooth back, as if caressing white jade itself.

“Brother… are you cold…?”

Zhao Qingmei’s voice trailed off, her beautiful eyes gleaming with allure, she tenderly said, “Would you like to feel some warmth?”

All fatigue was swept away from An Jing’s eyes in an instant, and his spirit revived, “My lady, if you keep this up, I certainly won’t be sleepy anymore…”

“Nor am I.”

Zhao Qingmei burrowed deeper into the bedding, her enticing, slightly parted lips lightly pursed.

An Jing felt enveloped by a burning heat, unable to suppress a soft moan.

In the dark air, explosions of intensity multiplied, even the silent sky outside seemed to tremble, becoming restless.

During that final thrust, it seemed as if the entire night lit up, the intoxicating allure reaching its peak.

The room was filled with the fervor of spring, resembling the rain among the Wushan clouds, surging one wave after another, the evening breeze intoxicatingly mild, the moon outside shyly hiding behind clouds.

Indeed, like spring breezes over soft peaks, a renewed glimpse of blush before the Jade Gate, a low song of shyness, wave after wave, the water grows thicker.

….

The next morning, Zhongyi Hall, the back yard.

The trees in the courtyard were withered, adding a touch of bleakness.

Guo Yuchun sat at the stone table, holding a scroll in his hand.

Martial arts experts of Jianghu each have their own routines; like Xi Jikui who would rise daily to practice his martial arts, day after day, year after year, reaching the Heavenly Flower Realm.

Guo Yuchun, however, began each day after washing up, by brewing a pot of strong tea, then sitting in the courtyard engrossed in reading that scroll.

The tea must always be strong.

And the book had to be the “History of All Countries.”

Unlike other tea connoisseurs, Guo Yuchun may not be an expert in tea tasting, but he had a unique preference for strong tea, for without strength, he couldn’t savor the taste and essence of the tea.

Thus, he liked his tea strong, the stronger, the better.

Every morning, he would read the “History of All Countries” from the first page to the last, and then start over, repeatedly, even though he had read these twenty-seven volumes dozens of times and could recite some sections by heart, he still insisted on reading them daily.

“Tat-tat-tat-tat…”

Ouyang Yu, with furrowed brows, hurriedly walked in.

“Vice gang leader, something terrible has happened.”

Guo Yuchun continued to gaze at his book, calmly asking, “What happened?”

Ouyang Yu took a deep breath and said, “Last night, Qi Yun was killed, and Liu Wood Villa was flattened.”

“What!?”

Upon hearing Ouyang Yu’s report, Guo Yuchun paused, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes, “Qi Yun was killed??”

Even though Guo Yuchun had decades of qi cultivation experience, he still couldn’t help but be shocked by the news.

Qi Yun was, after all, a disciple of Xiao Qianqiu from the Zhenyi Sect, and was the foremost among the younger generation in Jianghu, with fame, status, and a background that placed him at the very top in Jianghu, but he had been killed last night, an event significant enough to shake the entire martial world, especially at such a critical juncture.

Buddhist monks venturing from the east, Demon Sect ready to move, frequent skirmishes at the border, dynastic changes in the temple halls…

“Yes.”

Ouyang Yu nodded, his expression grave, “Our spies saw Qi Yun’s body themselves, there should be no mistake.”

“Who did it?” Guo Yuchun took a deep breath and asked.

Ouyang Yu’s forehead glistened with a trace of cold sweat, “It is said that the Ghost Swordsman engaged in a duel for Qi Yun with a mysterious expert, and accidentally killed him……”

“Accidentally killed him!?”

Upon hearing this, Guo Yuchun felt a chill in his heart.

You must know, Qi Yun was also a First Grade Expert, yet he was accidentally killed by the Qi force during a duel between two top experts, which sounds somewhat ludicrous and ridiculous.

This First Grade Cultivation, well-known throughout Jianghu, died so bizarrely, unbelievably.

“This is getting interesting.”

Guo Yuchun exhaled a turbid breath, “Is there any history about this mysterious expert?”

“Can’t find out.” Ouyang Yu shook his head, then continued, “According to reports from last night, it was the Ghost Swordsman who first attacked, defeating the great real man Yu Huai, planning to abduct Qi Yun. At that moment, the mysterious expert abruptly arrived, and after battling for dozens of rounds without a victor, there are rumors that the mysterious expert might be from the Buddhist sect.”

“The Buddhist sect!?”

Guo Yuchun narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting up slightly.

Now as the Buddhist sect migrates eastwards, their main focus is on establishing a foothold in Great Yan. If they were to kill Qi Yun, that would seem somewhat illogical and inappropriate.

Although a confrontation between the Buddhist sect and the Zhenyi Sect was inevitable in the future, for the Buddhist sect to make a move now seemed too premature and conspicuous, especially since they haven’t fully established themselves yet. Such actions not only offended the Zhenyi Sect but would also provoke resentment from other factions, resulting in more loss than gain.

If the people from the Buddhist sect were not fools, they wouldn’t undertake such actions; they would even exert their full effort to protect Qi Yun to clear any suspicions.

Clearly, this message is deliberately planted by someone with intentions to sow discord in Jianghu.

Guo Yuchun pondered for a moment and said, “Now, spread the word that this person is a Demon Sect expert, and all of this chaos has been orchestrated by the Demon Sect to capitalize on the disorder within the Great Yan Martial World.”

If the Zhenyi Sect were to really go to war with the Buddhist sect, the waters of the Great Yan Martial World would be completely muddled. Although this would be advantageous for the Cao Gang, especially for big plans like the Five Gangs Alliance, it would be icing on the cake.

But for the Demon Sect, this would undoubtedly be like delivering charcoal in snowy weather.

Right now, the Great Yan Martial World hasn’t fully descended into chaos, so it’s difficult for the Demon Sect to penetrate into Great Yan. But once chaos arises, it would then be easy for the Demon Sect to take advantage of the situation.

For the Cao Gang, this is not good news.

“I understand.”

Ouyang Yu nodded vigorously, “I got it.”

Guo Yuchun’s brows slightly furrowed as he solemnly said, “It doesn’t matter who killed Qi Yun, what matters is whom the Zhenyi Sect believes did it.”

Ouyang Yu asked, “What does the Vice Gang Leader think the Zhenyi Sect will do?”

Qi Yun was no ordinary character, and the Zhenyi Sect was no ordinary power.

“This matter depends on their strategizing, not on us.”

Guo Yuchun shook his head, “The Zhenyi Sect has its own savvy individuals, and Xiao Qianqiu has his own schemes; they are the chess masters of this world.”

How the Zhenyi Sect would maneuver was beyond Guo Yuchun’s grasp.

A single hair can affect the whole body; the savvy individuals of the Zhenyi Sect would certainly be aware of this.

“Furthermore.”

Guo Yuchun’s brow was tightly knit, “Yesterday, word came that the Demon Sect might take action against us. Have He Ao immediately go to Lijiang City, and tell the Gang Leader to be wary of the Demon Sect experts.”

“Yes, I’ll go right away.”

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Yu was shocked and quickly excused himself.

Guo Yuchun watched Ouyang Yu’s retreating figure, murmuring thoughtfully, “The Second Prince’s blade is still quite sharp….”

The current Second Prince, Zhao Mengtai, might be known by name in the Martial World, but not much about the person himself.

Guo Yuchun, who paid close attention to the current imperial court situation, had researched the Second Prince Zhao Mengtai. This man quickly gathered a group of people within the court to form his own team, exhibiting extraordinary capability.

This indicated that he had profound plans well in advance, portraying an image of dominance and decisiveness, yet beneath that exterior, he was a person of meticulous thoughts.

Besides, there was a streak of obsession and madness in the bones of the Second Prince.

Such a person was extremely dangerous.

In Jianghu, there are very few daring to collude with the Demon Sect, and even fewer within the court, especially someone of such high status and unique identity like him.

His ambition was great, and so was his courage.

……

Jishi Hall, bedroom.

A faint ray of sunlight streamed in.

Zhao Qingmei took a diary out of the wardrobe and then slowly sat down, recalling the previous night, a blissful smile appeared on her face.

“Xingping 14, January 24, clear.

Last night, went to Liangmu Villa, encountered the Ghost Swordsman, accidentally killed Qi Yun. I originally wanted to seize the ‘Beidou Seven Stars Technique’ to eventually merge it into the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture’ for my husband to cultivate. Unexpectedly, my efforts fell short, this Ghost Swordsman indeed possesses some skill, unclear of which force he belongs to; however, this individual has been lurking in Yu State City, definitely a menace, ensuring that we find him is paramount.”

“After a frantic battle with the Ghost Swordsman late at night, hastily returned to see my exhausted husband, suddenly feeling somewhat guilty in my heart, feeling as though I’ve lied to him. I can only hope that the imperial conquest can be accomplished sooner to restore my true self, to bring back my own peace… Hmm, myself, who is usually so unyielding, was completely flustered last night, even my hips are a bit sore… With less than ten days left before I leave, suddenly feeling reluctant to leave my brother.”

With a pause of her pen, Zhao Qingmei’s face bore a slight smile, her heart palpitating irregularly for a moment before she carefully closed the diary and returned it to the wardrobe.

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