[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Unholy (Complete) - Part 2

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Chapter Five - Using a Borrowed

Knife to Kill A hearty, unrestrained laugh suddenly erupted, shaking the lime plaster off the walls of the secret chamber, fully demonstrating the man's profound skill.

"You've gone to all this trouble just to assassinate me, Long? Now I'll deliver myself to your doorstep and see what experts the 'Underworld,' one of the three great forces of the Demonic Sect, has that can fight me!"

Yuan Tianfang's face turned deathly pale, for the owner of this voice was someone he would recognize even if he were ashes—someone he both feared and hated.

Yuan Tianfang exclaimed, "It's 'Natural Enemy' Long Bufei! How did he know about this place?"

Tang Juan in his arms trembled, saying in disbelief,

"It really is Long Bufei?!"

A mixture of fear and hatred flashed in Yuan Tianfang's narrow eyes, but fear outweighed it. He nodded and said,

"I can't be mistaken about his voice. It must be 'Natural Enemy' Long Bufei."

Three years ago, Yuan Tianfang committed crimes in the Pingyuan Lake area and unfortunately ran into Long Bufei. Originally, he didn't take this so-called number one righteous master, "Natural Enemy," seriously at all. Who knew that once they started fighting, he would realize that a name doesn't carry weight. Long Bufei's skill was far beyond his imagination. After only ten moves, Yuan Tianfang was no match for the latter. He was struck squarely in the chest by Long Bufei's palm, but fortunately, he managed to escape in time.

That palm strike took Yuan Tianfang a full year to heal. From then on, he hated his "nemesis," Long Bufei, to the bone, but also feared him to the core.

That's why Yuan Tianfang was so shocked and lost his composure when Jun Tianxie mentioned Long Bufei's name on "Dao Yeyuan." Although it turned out to be a false alarm, Jun Tianxie exposed a long-standing wound in his heart, which he considered a great humiliation.

But now, the owner of that voice was none other than his "nemesis," Long Bufei!

Tang Juan heard the fighting above getting more intense and said anxiously,

"If it really is Long Bufei, Boss might not be able to handle it alone. We need to go up and help him quickly!"

Tang Juan jumped off the bed and started to put on her clothes. Seeing Yuan Tianfang still standing there in a daze, she stamped her foot and scolded,

"Fifth Brother! What are you still daydreaming about? Come and get dressed!"

Yuan Tianfang snapped out of his daze with an "Oh!" and his expression changed from fear to ferocity.

"That's right! This time we outnumber them, and even our boss is here. If Long Bufei dares to come here and provoke us, we'll make sure he doesn't leave alive!"

Tang Juan's eyes flashed with a dangerous, venomous light as she sneered,

"Is that even a question?"

Long Bufei was discovered the moment he entered the branch headquarters—or rather, he was "deliberately" discovered.

The two evil guards felt a whirlwind sweep in from the entrance, followed by an incomparably handsome man, radiating righteousness, like a god, appearing before them.

Before they could react, Long Bufei moved his palms, and an irresistible force slammed them against the wall, knocking them unconscious.

The impact startled the meditating "Blood Dragon" Dugu Ji, who flew from his room and encountered Long Bufei on the passageway.

Upon seeing Long Bufei's skill and aura, Dugu Ji knew that the newcomer was the most skilled person he had ever encountered.

After the other party revealed his identity, Dugu Ji was not only surprised, but also filled with suspicion and doubt. How did Long Bufei know about the "Underworld's" plan to assassinate him? How did he find his way here? These mysteries were like a thorn in his heart, impossible to remove.

Could there be a traitor within the Underworld?

Dugu Ji knew that things were hopeless today. He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and when his palm turned blood red, he shouted:

"Long Bufei! Take my palm strike!"

The blood-stained palm wind attacked Long Bufei with the force of thunder and lightning. Only now did the latter encounter an enemy who required his seriousness. He laughed loudly:

"What's so difficult about taking your palm strike?"

He turned his horse around and met the attack with a backhand palm strike.

"Crack!"

Their palms clashed, but surprisingly, no explosive sound was heard. Instead, Long Bufei felt a strange, evil, sticky force within his opponent's power, drawing blood from his meridians. A jolt ran through him as he recalled a notorious evil technique from the Demonic Sect. He shouted,

"Blood-Dissolving Hand?! You are 'Blood Dragon' Dugu Ji!"

A sinister smile flashed across Dugu Ji's grim, withered face.

"It is indeed me, Long Bufei. You consider yourself a hero, but little do you know that my 'Blood-Dissolving Hand' specifically erodes internal energy. Once your blood is dissolved by me, you, this self-proclaimed number one hero of the righteous path, will become a dried-up corpse! Ha..."

Demonic Sect techniques emphasize harming others for personal gain, and the "Blood-Dissolving Hand" is a representative example. If Long Bufei had known Dugu Ji's identity from the start, he wouldn't have chosen such an unwise move as direct confrontation. This was precisely the result of the latter's deliberate manipulation. Besides martial arts prowess, Dugu Ji's cunning was also a major factor in his becoming the leader of the Seven Beasts.

Long Bufei felt as if his blood was being drained into his opponent's body like a burst dam. Blood is the foundation of qi, and with the loss of blood and qi, his power plummeted, and he lost the ability to shake off Dugu Ji. This was the danger of the latter's "Blood-Dissolving Hand"—once it connected, it was a fight to the death.

Long Bufei's handsome face gradually turned pale from blood loss. Was this great hero going to die here today?

"You heretic! You think you can kill me with such a small trick? You're not qualified!"

Long Bufei was truly enraged by Dugu Ji's despicable methods. He suddenly channeled his inner energy into his arms and twisted them in opposite directions.

Dugu Ji suddenly felt as if his Blood-Dissolving Force had been thrown into the void, empty and powerless, with nothing to absorb. Then, two incredibly strong forces twisted his body like a wrung-out towel, injuring his internal organs. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.

"Turning one's hand to make clouds and rain?!" Dugu Ji exclaimed in horror.

Long Bufei's tiger-like eyes were fixed on Dugu Ji, his imposing aura surging towards the latter like waves crashing on the shore, yet he remained silent, making the onlookers hesitant to make a move.

Only Dugu Ji knew that although Long Bufei had managed to force him back, it wasn't without its price; now was the time to recover and recuperate.

He only regretted that his injuries were no less severe than Long Bufei's, and the latter's aura was now locked on him as its sole target. Any slight movement, even ordering an attack, would provoke a thunderous strike from Long Bufei. Even though he knew he couldn't miss this golden opportunity to allow Long Bufei to recover his strength, he could only watch helplessly as the other intimidated his own men, almost making Dugu Ji explode with rage.

Just as the stalemate continued, his two sworn siblings, "Demon Wolf" and "Green Snake" from the Seven Beasts, finally arrived upon hearing the commotion.

Upon seeing Long Bufei, Yuan Tianfang's eyes flashed with intense killing intent. He snarled,

"Is it really you? Long Bufei! Today I will tear you to pieces to avenge this humiliation!"

Long Bufei also looked at Yuan Tianfang and said in a deep voice,

"Three years ago, I spared your life, but I didn't expect you to remain unrepentant. Today is the day your evil deeds are fully exposed."

As soon as Long Bufei spoke, a gap appeared in the previously impenetrable aura. Dugu Ji seized the opportunity and shouted,

"Long Bufei has been hit by my 'Blood-Dissolving Hand,' he's just a paper tiger now! Fifth Brother, Seventh Brother, don't let this guy leave alive!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tianfang cast aside even the last shred of restraint and laughed loudly,

"So you were just putting on a show to scare people! Long Bufei, today I'm going to personally rip out your heart, my nemesis, and feed it to the dogs!"

With that, he pounced with the speed of a wolf hunting its prey, his palm transforming into claws, aiming straight for Long Bufei's chest, seemingly intending to earnestly fulfill his promise.

Long Bufei's face was grave, his lower body motionless, whether unwilling or unable to move, it was unclear. Only when Yuan Tianfang's claws were upon him did he move, his right palm lightly extending to meet the latter's ten fingers.

How could such a seemingly powerless palm possibly block Yuan Tianfang's "Wind-Splitting Fang Kill"?

While everyone thought Long Bufei was merely making a last-ditch effort, only Dugu Ji's expression changed, and he shouted,

"Fifth Brother! Don't fight his palm head-on!"

Yuan Tianfang, however, ignored his elder brother's words and laughed loudly,

"His effeminate swing, how could he possibly withstand my—"

Before he could finish speaking, palm and claw had already made contact.

In the blink of an eye, at the instant palm and claw met, Long Bufei's right palm suddenly increased its speed a hundredfold, sinking and flipping, miraculously seizing Yuan Tianfang's wrist. This caused the latter's originally powerful and ferocious internal energy to backfire, unable to find an outlet, causing the meridians in both arms to burst, and blood to gush from his pores, forming a cloud of blood mist.

Yuan Tianfang's laughter turned into a wail before it was even finished.

"Ah—! Damn it—Long Bufei, you—!"

"What? You think you can be used by your own people to test how much of my strength I've recovered? You pig-headed bastard, you deserve to die!"

Long Bufei's words struck Yuan Tianfang like a thunderbolt. Boss—? Impossible! But if it were true, and Long Bufei hadn't recovered his strength, why didn't Boss take action himself?

Could it be that Boss really—?

Yuan Tianfang looked towards Dugu Ji with terrified eyes, forgetting the taboo of not being distracted on the battlefield. Before the latter could warn him, Long Bufei had already flashed behind Yuan Tianfang, delivering a "Double Wind Piercing the Ears" strike with both palms simultaneously to his temples.

The crisp sound of bones cracking, a symbol of death, rang out.

Yuan Tianfang collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his face, ending his sinful life.

Dugu Ji spat out, "Trash!" But his voice didn't reach anyone's ears.

Dugu Ji was indeed wary of how much strength Long Bufei had recovered, which is why he instructed Yuan Tianfang, who harbored a deep hatred for the latter, to be the first to fight. However, the "natural enemy's" power far exceeded his expectations. Yuan Tianfang was killed in a single exchange, while Long Bufei's true strength remained unfathomable.

It seemed that even with his injuries not fully healed, Long Bufei still had the strength to kill everyone in this branch.

He felt no remorse for Yuan Tianfang's death; the people of the Demonic Sect were ruthless and heartless, severing even familial ties, let alone those who were merely sworn brothers.

Seeing Yuan Tianfang's tragic death, Tang Juan was both shocked and furious.

"You dare kill Fifth Brother? Long Bufei, we, the people of 'Underworld,' will never let this go!"

Long Bufei took a deep breath, now completely suppressing his injuries, and roared,

"If you want revenge, then come! Anyway, none of those here today will leave alive!"

Long Bufei's words further solidified Dugu Jixing's determination for his "last resort." He shouted,

"Alright! Seventh Sister, let's go together!"

Long Bufei glanced at everyone, his eyes filled with absolute confidence in victory.

"Come on!"

"Why hasn't there been any movement for so long? Are they all dead?" While

the battle raged fiercely on the battlefield, outside the branch headquarters, the mastermind behind this infighting calmly observed the situation from a safe haven, truly embodying the saying, "Sitting on a high mountain watching tigers bite each other."

This schemer was none other than our protagonist, Jun Tianxie.

Suspicious of the simultaneous appearance of two beasts from the Underworld in the small city of Xiangyi, Jun Tianxie wandered the streets after leaving Yang Jing's residence, searching for anything he might find. Sure enough, whether it was his good fortune or the bad luck of the Underworld, he unexpectedly encountered a figure that delighted him upon returning to the inn—his "nemesis," Long Bufei!

This "accident" filled Jun Tianxie with joy, and he quickly deduced that the gathering of Underworld experts in UB City must be related to Long Bufei. Even if not, the righteous sect's number one hero and the demonic sect were inherently incompatible and could never coexist. He paid

a waiter only three taels of silver to deliver a letter to Long Bufei, naturally instructing him beforehand not to reveal his identity. The letter was simple, pointing to the secret entrance to the Underworld branch, and at the end, he signed "Breaking Prison."

Now, he simply waited for the show to begin.

As expected, Long Bufei's reaction upon receiving the letter was exactly as Jun Tianxie had predicted. He immediately rushed out of the inn, ignoring the astonished looks around him, and headed straight for the location mentioned in the letter.

Jun Tianxie, of course, followed Long Bufei, watching him burst through the hidden door and hearing the angry shouts and sounds of fighting that followed. He almost laughed out loud.

Avoiding attention was his consistent principle; if he were to unfortunately attract trouble, he would extinguish the flames as quickly as possible.

Because of the incident at "Daoye Plain," Yuan Tianfang had already listed him as a target to be eliminated at all costs.

Moreover, by killing Yang Jing in "self-defense," he had essentially forged an irreconcilable feud with "The Underworld." If this were discovered, Jun Tianxie would never have a peaceful night's sleep again.

After much thought, Jun Tianxie concluded that the only solution was to eradicate "The Underworld's" influence in "Xiangyi City" completely, and absolutely no one could know that he was involved.

Jun Tianxie originally intended to use "Prison Break" to complete this task for him, but now that Long Bufei was involved, who was more suitable than "Natural Enemy" for "silencing witnesses"?

With Long Bufei's strength, he should be able to easily drive the people in the branch to a desperate situation. The next step was to wait and see if the person in charge would resort to the "last resort" that Jun Tianxie wanted him to use.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion came from behind Jun Tianxie, sparks and debris flying everywhere, causing considerable damage to the surrounding houses and residents. Only Jun Tianxie was unharmed because he was behind Luo Yufei's barrier.

Looking at the ruined entrance to the branch, Jun Tianxie revealed a knowing, wicked smile.

"Just as I expected, the people from 'Underworld' used that trick again."

The Demonic Sect is known for its secrecy and has mechanisms to destroy all secrets in times of crisis. Jun Tianxie calculated that even with the combined strength of everyone in the branch, they might not be a match for Long Bufei alone. In the end, the branch's leader was forced to use self-destructive gunpowder, sacrificing himself to take the latter down with him.

Thus, the Underworld's power in "Fragrant City" crumbled overnight, and no one knew that this was all due to the scheme of a sixteen-year-old boy.

So what about their "natural enemy," Long Bufei? Was he also "sacrificed" by Jun Tianxie's calculations?

A figure shot into the sky from the rubble, moving so fast it was invisible to the naked eye, accompanied by a slightly weak roar, disappearing from Jun Tianxie's sight in an instant.

Jun Tianxie gazed in the direction the figure vanished, thoughtfully saying:

"Good heavens, his skill is comparable to that of the old ghost from twenty years ago. No wonder he's hailed as the new hope of the righteous path."

He knew that although Long Bufei wasn't dead, he was seriously injured, adding another layer of worry to the decisive battle with the third-ranked master in the world a month later.

Everything was within his calculations.

Jun Tianxie waited in the same spot for about half a cup of tea's time before two disheveled "people" finally crawled out of the ruins with great difficulty.

Jun Tianxie smiled smugly to himself, because he didn't see Yuan Tianfang, which confirmed that this trouble was gone forever.

The two who emerged from the ruins were Dugu Ji and Tang Juan. At this moment, they certainly no longer possessed the demeanor of demonic sect masters.

Dugu Ji's eyes flashed with an intensely venomous resentment as he snarled,

"That Long Bufei! My 'Underworld' swears to never forgive you!"

Tang Juan, her pretty face still showing the shock of escaping death, clutched her chest and said,

"I never imagined that even with so many of us combined, we were still no match for him. He even drove you to detonate explosives to take us all down with you, Boss. Luckily, we managed to escape through the secret passage in time."

Dugu Ji said bitterly, "But the other brothers in the branch perished because of this. This debt must be settled with Long Bufei." He didn't mention a word about ordering his subordinates to fight Long Bufei while he himself took the opportunity to detonate the explosives with Tang Juan, allowing only the two of them to escape.

Tang Juan also seemed to tacitly avoid the topic; selfishness was in the nature of the Demonic Sect.

"I didn't expect that such a huge explosion couldn't bury Long Bufei. What should we do next?"

Dugu Ji shook his head and said, "The situation is now beyond our control. We can only report this to the Lord of the Manor and see what he decides."

Tang Juan felt a chill run down her spine when she thought of the cruel methods the Demonic Sect used to deal with the losers.

She said, "Report to the Lord of the Manor...?"

Dugu Ji sighed, "I know your concerns, but I'm not necessarily in a better position. Fourth Brother still hasn't returned. I'm afraid he's in grave danger. Two of the Seven Beasts were expelled in one day. Even if I, as the eldest, am spared the death penalty, I can't escape punishment."

At this point, he couldn't help but reveal the lament of a hero at the end of his road.

Tang Juan, being young, clung to life more than feared the rules of the manor. After a moment of internal struggle, she couldn't help but say to Dugu Ji,

"Brother... since going back is a dead end anyway, why don't we... we might as well..."

A barely perceptible glint flashed in Dugu Ji's eyes as he casually asked,

"What ideas do you have? Just say them. What can't you say now?"

Jun Tianxie thought to himself, "Don't say it! You'll be dead if you do!"

Unfortunately, Tang Juan couldn't hear Jun Tianxie's inner thoughts. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke,

"Brother, you know the manor lord's methods better than I do. He has no tolerance for losers. Either way, we're going to die, so why not... why not..."

A fleeting murderous glint appeared in Dugu Ji's eyes as he said calmly, "... "

"Wouldn't it be better to run away, betray the manor, and escape?"

Tang Juan's delicate body trembled. She said, "Elder... I... I had no other choice..."

Jun Tianxie cursed inwardly, "Fool! He still said it."

Dugu Ji turned his head away from Tang Juan's face, pondered for a moment, and then said,

"Grandma knows how severe the punishment for traitors is in the manor. They even send Third Brother to personally hunt you down. Is that alright?"

Tang Juan's expression changed several times. She hesitated and said,

"I... I think... Third Brother... he should know that I had no choice but to do this."

"Very good. I had no choice but to do this. I hope Seventh Sister Grandma can understand."

Before Tang Juan could think about the meaning behind Dugu Ji's words, the latter's actions were faster than his words. He turned around and struck her dantian with a palm strike.

Tang Juan's face showed a look of utter horror, as if she couldn't believe that her boss would do such a thing.

"Boss...why...?"

Dugu Ji replied expressionlessly, "Betraying the Underworld only leads to death. It's better for me to do it than for your beloved to do it."

With that, he released force with his five fingers, and Tang Juan let out a miserable groan, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, and she died.

Jun Tianxie cursed inwardly, thinking that Dugu Ji was deceiving Tang Juan even until his death.

The one who truly wanted to betray the Underworld was Dugu Ji, not Tang Juan. However, if he took Tang Juan with him, or if she couldn't help but betray him, his chances of survival would be greatly reduced. Therefore, for his own benefit, Dugu Ji had to kill Tang Juan.

He only obtained Tang Juan's purpose in speaking to justify his actions.

Because of his deep-seated suspicions, Jun Tianxie had witnessed the selfish and ruthless methods of the Demonic Sect since childhood. Tang Juan was only able to survive because she couldn't match Dugu Ji's cunning.

He felt no regret for Tang Juan's death; the law of the jungle was the only rule for survival in the demonic sect.

Tang Juan could only blame herself for being too foolish.

After killing Tang Juan, Dugu Ji used his power to stir up the sand and gravel on the ground, smashing her body to pieces, making it impossible to trace the original cause of death. Having ensured that all evidence was destroyed, Dugu Ji, with his ominous black silhouette, disappeared into the vast distance.

Only after everyone had left did Jun Tianxie emerge from his hiding place, a hint of unresolved doubt in his eyes.

Such a major event had occurred, yet not a single soldier from the city had come to handle it, not even a spectacle. This was highly illogical.

Something illogical must be suspicious.

The only possibility Jun Tianxie could think of was that someone had already known everything that had happened, deliberately preventing anyone from approaching, aiming to make the "Underworld" and Long Bufei fight to the death, ideally resulting in mutual destruction.

The question was, who was it? No, the question should be: which "organization" wields such power within "Fragrant City" that it can simultaneously suppress both the government and the people?

Jun Tianxie could only think of one answer: "Breaking the Prison!"

Chapter Six - Swords and Blades

Jun Tianxie left "Fragrant City," walking along the official road whose destination only he knew.

"Fragrant City" had become a place rife with trouble and was not a place to linger.

The four large characters "Dismount Upon Smelling Fragrance" came into view along with a banner fluttering in the wind. Rest stops like this, set up by the roadside, inevitably had similar signs to attract passersby.

Jun Tianxie wasn't hungry, nor was he on horseback, but he still entered the shop because the people sitting at one of the tables had piqued his interest.

A short-haired boy, dressed even more simply than Jun Tianxie, possessed a resolute face that seemed to have been tempered by hardship too early, appearing slightly precocious. His dark skin exuded a compelling air of heroism, and his eyes were remarkably calm and collected. Overall, he gave the impression of a cheetah on the prairie, not a sixteen-year-old. What

particularly intrigued Jun Tianxie were the boy's hands.

His left hand had short, thick fingers, while his right hand had slender, long fingers—a stark contrast, a natural trait recorded in the "Sealed Scripture" as "the master of both swords and sabers."

Those who possessed this trait were destined to become either sword saints or saber demons.

The only person recorded in the "Sealed Scripture" as possessing the extraordinary ability to wield both swords and sabers was Ding Chenyi, the "Heavenly Sword and Peerless Saber," a legendary figure from 150 years ago. He was renowned throughout the martial world for his mastery of the "Wind Saber and Frost Sword," undefeated in both the sword and saber realms. Sadly, his unparalleled swordsmanship vanished with his death.

For 150 years, the extraordinary ability to wield both swords and sabers had been absent from the martial world.

Now, this peerless ability appeared on a young man the same age as Jun Tianxie, who was certain this short-haired boy was a newcomer to the martial world. How could he miss such an intriguing character?

Without waiting for the waiter's greeting, Jun Tianxie plopped down opposite the short-haired boy, slamming his hand on the table and shouting,

"Waiter! Bring the best food and wine!"

The short-haired boy finally reacted, looking up at him with eyes as sharp and cold as a pair of drawn swords.

The short-haired boy said coldly, "There are empty seats at other tables."

Jun Tianxie gave the boy what he considered his most amiable smile.

"I like this seat,"

the short-haired boy said, seemingly unappreciative. "I'm not used to sitting with others."

This blunt retort wasn't enough to penetrate Jun Tianxie's thick skin. The latter laughed and said,

"It's alright, practice makes perfect. You can start getting used to sitting with others from now on."

The short-haired boy glanced at Jun Tianxie, seemingly encountering someone like him for the first time, unsure how to react, and simply turned away in silence.

At this moment, the food and drinks Jun Tianxie had ordered arrived one after another. The short-haired boy's table, which had previously contained only a pot of tea, was now overflowing with dishes.

Jun Tianxie clasped his hands together and smiled, "Let's eat." He then began to wolf down his food.

The short-haired boy watched Jun Tianxie's appalling eating habits, a strange glint in his eyes.

Jun Tianxie chuckled, "Still not taking the bait?" He put down his chopsticks and smiled at the short-haired boy,

"Eating alone is no fun, brother. Would you like to share this meal with me?"

The short-haired boy hesitated, then stammered, "This…" looking like he wanted to refuse but didn't know how.

Jun Tianxie laughed, "Don't worry, this meal is on me, of course."

He already knew the other man was a penniless pauper; otherwise, he wouldn't have sat there for so long with just a pot of tea.

Jun Tianxie knew that if he wanted to befriend this seemingly aloof short-haired boy, he had to start by getting him hungry.

As expected, the short-haired youth, overwhelmed by the aroma of the food and the combined assault of his appetite, finally broke down. He picked up his chopsticks and said,

"Then I'll gladly accept your offer."

The sumptuous dishes on the table were quickly devoured by the two starving boys. After a satisfying meal, Jun Tianxie patted his stomach contentedly and laughed,

"I'm really full. By the way, may I ask your esteemed name, brother?"

The short-haired youth hesitated for a moment before replying,

"My surname is Ding, and my given name is Shenzhao."

Jun Tianxie smiled casually and said, "Ding Shenzhao? What a heroic name! My name is Jun Tianxie, 'Jun' for gentleman, 'Tian' for the world, and 'Xie' for evil. Now that we know each other's names, it'll be easier to become sworn brothers later."

Ding Shenzhao was taken aback and asked, "Sworn brothers?"

Jun Tianxie smiled and poured a cup of wine for the other, saying...

"That's right! Brother Ding and I hit it off

immediately and wish we could be together day and night. If we could become sworn brothers, wouldn't we have more people to look after each other?" I'm afraid only someone like Jun Tianxie would be willing to become sworn brothers with a stranger he just met and had only eaten one meal with. But Ding Shenzhao, whether out of naiveté or genuinely taken aback by Jun Tianxie's words, looked at the latter with a warmth like melting snow, and smiled,

"You're a very interesting person."

Jun Tianxie shrugged, "People often say that about me."

Ding Shenzhao said calmly, "We're not related, why are you being so nice to me?"

Jun Tianxie laughed heartily, "Does being nice to someone need a reason? If I like it, what's wrong with it?"

A glint flashed in Ding Shenzhao's eyes, and he murmured,

"If I like it, what's wrong with it..."

"Hey Jun! I've finally found you!"

A sudden, delicate shout interrupted their conversation. Jun Tianxie didn't need to look back to know that the newcomer was none other than "Twin Flying Swords" Xi Chunyu. He'd run into this girl even sooner than he expected.

Luckily, he now had a "bodyguard" by his side.

With a fierce expression, Xi Chunyu approached Jun Tianxie and his group's table, accompanied by a protector—Yuwen Xing, the man who had represented "Breaking the Prison" and approached her that day.

Xi Chunyu's eyes blazed with fury, her eyebrows raised sharply as she said,

"You brat! Give me back the name you stole from me... Mingzhuzi, or I'll make sure you regret it today!"

She almost blurted out the word "list," but thankfully remembered Yuwen Xing was beside her, and quickly spoke up.

Yuwen Xing, unaware of the true situation, still believed Jun Tianxie had genuinely stolen the pearl from Xi Chunyu. He chimed in,

"Young brother, ill-gotten gains shouldn't be coveted. You should return what you took from Miss Xi. I can even plead for you and prevent Miss Xi from sending you to the authorities."

The two men played good cop/bad cop, but Jun Tianxie didn't even glance at them, instead smiling at Ding Shenzhao,

"Brother Ding, I think I heard two wild dogs barking. Am I mistaken?"

Now, not only Xi Chunyu but even Yuwen Xing's expression changed. The former, unable to contain his anger, drew his sword with a clang and thrust it at Jun Tianxie.

"You brat! I'll cut your tongue off first!"

Jun Tianxie ignored the sword that could potentially sever half his head, confident that someone would take the blow for him.

He wasn't wrong.

Ding Shenzhao's right wrist suddenly twitched. Except for his ring finger, the other three fingers first rested on his thumb, then flicked out, shooting out three beams of finger wind that struck Xi Chunyu's sword squarely. Xi Chunyu's body jolted, nearly dropping his sword, and in shock, could only retreat.

Jun Tian chuckled inwardly; his discerning eye was correct. Ding Shenzhao was indeed a hidden master.

Yuwen Xing was clearly also surprised by Ding Shenzhao's display of skill, frowning as he asked,

"What is the relationship between this young man and this person? Is Luo Yun protecting a thief?"

Ding Shenzhao remained silent for a moment before speaking in a stiff tone,

"He is my friend. You cannot harm him."

He was actually not good with words; during his cultivation days, he lived deep in the mountains and had never had anyone to talk to. The words he spoke today were more than he had in the past month combined.

However, this attitude only fueled the anger of the parties involved, which was exactly what Jun Tianxie wanted to see. Xi Chunyu's attack failed, and his anger intensified. He drew his sword again and said,

"Why bother talking so much with these two brats! Anyway, if they don't hand over Ming... Mingzhu today, none of them will leave alive!"

"Oh..." Jun Tianxie spat and shook his head, "Look at this! Is this what they call a 'reputable sect'?"

"What's the point of discussing righteousness with someone like you, a heretic?"

Xi Chunyu was convinced that Ding Shenzhao's ability to withstand her previous sword strike was largely due to her carelessness. Therefore, her second strike used eighty percent of her strength; the seemingly straight thrust actually carried a subtly changing arc, allowing for both offense and defense—truly the style of a master.

However, Ding Shenzhao completely ignored the variations in her swordplay. He simply countered with the simplest and most direct method.

His right palm moved, unleashing a sword aura that pierced the air, directly targeting Xi Chunyu.

Even Jun Tianxie was shocked by this move, exclaiming in surprise:

"Palm sword?!"

"Palm sword" represents the highest level of swordsmanship, signifying that the practitioner has entered the realm of "no sword is better than a sword." Legend has it that those who can unleash "palm sword" must have at least thirty years of internal martial arts cultivation. Ding Shenzhao is no more than twenty years old; how did he achieve this?

Ding Shenzhao's sword energy overshadowed even the sharpness of the "Phoenix Wing Mother-Child Sword." His "palm sword" strike, though delayed, arrived first, forcing Xi Chunyu to parry. With each strike, Xi Chunyu was forced to retreat several steps. She parried five strikes before realizing she was already backed up at the shop entrance.

Ding Shenzhao withdrew his palm and coldly stared at her. His gaze was as if he didn't see Xi Chunyu as a woman, but rather as a stone or a tree—whatever it was, certainly not a person.

Ding Shenzhao's tone was even colder than his gaze.

"Leave."

Xi Chunyu trembled with rage. She had never suffered such humiliation. Not only did Ding Shenzhao dare to look at her like that, but now he spoke to her in a commanding tone.

Yuwen Xing knew that if he didn't step in now, he'd never be Xi Chunyu's protector again. He moved to stand between Ding Shenzhao and Xi Chunyu, staring at the former and saying,

"Young brother, do you know how many enemies you've made? Is it worth it for a thief?"

Ding Shenzhao didn't react; his answer remained the same two words.

"Leave."

Yuwen Xing's expression changed instantly. Just as he was caught in a dilemma, Xi Chunyu behind him suddenly spoke unexpectedly:

"Alright! I'll remember this debt. Let's go."

Yuwen Xing turned around, looking at Xi Chunyu with astonishment, clearly not expecting her to give up voluntarily. Only Jun Tianxie wasn't surprised at all.

Xi Chunyu was just spoiled, not stupid. A stupid person couldn't possibly become one of the "Three Heroes and Four Talents" and use a scheme to defeat "Demon Wolf" Yuan Tianfang.

Ding Shenzhao's strength was even greater than Xi Chunyu and Yuwen Xing combined—a fact that anyone with eyes could see.

Xi Chunyu knew that the situation was hopeless, and his temporary retreat did not mean he would give up.

Ding Shenzhao, this clearly naive young man, had been dragged headlong into the cesspool of the martial world by Jun Tianxie, and had even gotten himself tainted by it.

Xi Chunyu glared fiercely at Jun Tianxie, whose face was smug, with eyes that could kill, before turning his gaze to Ding Shenzhao.

"Today's defeat is due to my inferior skills, I have nothing to say. If you dare, leave your name, so I can avenge that arrow in the future."

A light that seemed both fanatical and desolate suddenly appeared in Ding Shenzhao's eyes.

"My name is Ding Shenzhao. It doesn't matter if you don't remember this name, because from today onwards, this name will be known throughout the martial world."

Xi Chunyu gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! We'll meet again."

With that, he turned and left, and Yuwen Xing naturally had no choice but to follow closely behind.

After the two had disappeared from sight, Jun Tianxie smiled gratefully at Ding Shenzhao and said,

"Good brother, this time it's all thanks to you, otherwise I would have been skinned alive by that fierce woman."

Ding Shenzhao shook his head and said, "Even if I hadn't made a move, those two couldn't have hurt you."

Jun Tianxie's heart skipped a beat. His "Evil Nirvana" was best at concealing his true strength. Even if Jun Nitian himself came, he couldn't judge whether he had martial arts skills from his appearance alone. Ding Shenzhao's eyesight couldn't possibly surpass that of the number one evil lord of the demonic sect. The reason he said that was probably due to his extraordinary sixth sense.

He had really struck gold this time.

Jun Tianxie was determined not to let this unparalleled gem slip through his fingers. He shook his head and changed the subject, saying,

"Judging from what you said earlier, Brother Ding, it seems that this is only your first day traveling the martial world?"

Ding Shenzhao didn't answer, but just nodded.

Jun Tianxie had already roughly figured out his new brother's temperament, so he didn't take it to heart and just asked,

"Brother Ding wants to become famous?"

Ding Shenzhao nodded again.

Jun Tianxie frowned slightly and said, "Why does everyone want to be famous? What's so good about being famous?"

To Jun Tianxie, fame meant dealing with all sorts of troubles and challenges that followed. Every move he made would be exposed to the public eye. Such a "foolish thing" was something a wise man like Jun Tianxie would never do.

However, of course, he wouldn't voice his thoughts. Instead, he pretended to be very excited and in sync with Ding Shenzhao, saying,

"No wonder I hit it off with Brother Ding at first sight. It turns out we share the same ambition on the road to fame. A man should aim to accomplish something great in this world. Without fame, how can one achieve anything?"

This impassioned speech immediately touched Ding Shenzhao's heartstrings and brought the two of them much closer.

Seeing Ding Shenzhao nodding repeatedly, Jun Tianxie was secretly pleased that the fish had taken the bait,

but then asked, "Brother Ding, do you have any plans on how to become famous in the shortest amount of time?"

Ding Shenzhao looked blank and shook his head, clearly wanting to be famous but not yet considering the implementation details.

Jun Tianxie thought to himself that this was perfect, and with a look of Zhuge Liang reborn, he patted his chest and said,

"Then leave everything to me. I guarantee that Brother Ding's name will be known throughout the world within a few months."

However, he didn't specify whether this "fame" would be good or bad.

"First, I need to find you a pair of divine weapons."

"Why a pair?"

"Because your hands have the unique 'dual sword and saber' formation, and only by wielding both can they unleash their full power."

Ding Shenzhao stared at Jun Tianxie without saying a word, his eyes filled with surprise and admiration.

"Although you're already virtually unmatched in the martial world with your 'sword mastery' alone, if you truly want to be compared to the third-best in the world, Long Bufei, or even Jun Nitian, you'll need a weapon that allows you to unleash your full potential."

Jun Tianxie spoke eloquently, his mature demeanor making one wonder just how much knowledge was accumulating in his head.

"While I could easily find a dozen of those so-called treasured swords and divine blades in the martial world, they might not be suitable for you, Brother Ding. A true swordsman's weapon must be imbued with the passion of its maker and the soul of its user. Only then can the man and the weapon become one, invincible in every battle."

Ding Shenzhao was completely captivated by Jun Tianxie's words, his eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

"Where can I find such a weapon that suits me?"

Jun Tianxie smiled and uttered six words.

"The Tushita Palace, Master Turtle."

"Apricot Blossom Pavilion" is the largest brothel in "Azure Sky City." The girls here are not only of all shapes and sizes, but also offer a variety of unbelievable acts of pleasure, enough to make you lose track of time in a world of debauchery, as long as the customer can afford it.

Such a large brothel naturally has an extraordinary background, having been funded and built by "Heavenly Palace," one of the three major forces of the Demonic Sect. It's a pity that the world is going

to the dogs, the righteous are declining and the evil are rising, even the local government has to cater to the whims of the evil sects. Inside "Apricot Blossom Pavilion," there are seventy-two ornately decorated rooms for patrons seeking pleasure, all decorated with floral motifs, showing the owner's ingenuity.

"I just passed by the Peony Pavilion and heard Xiao Cui's cries today. Why were they so loud?"

"Alas! You don't know, it's that lecherous old man who's been patronizing Xiao Cui again."

"What? It's him... Last time he 'patronized' Xiao Cui, she couldn't receive any customers for three days, and now he's back again."

"What can be done? I heard that lecherous old man is the brothel owner's VIP, how can he refuse his business?"

"Alas! Poor Xiao Cui..."

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"Is that old man really the sword-making master you mentioned?"

"Appearances can be deceiving. Like me, I'm so innocent and naive, but that fierce woman Xi Chunyu insists on treating me like a bad guy, beating and killing me."

Since stepping out of the "Apricot Blossom Pavilion," the old man had been followed by two young figures. The former seemed oblivious, dragging his heavy steps towards the city outskirts. After this tedious following went on for a while, one of his companions finally couldn't help but ask a question.

Jun Tianxie's explanation, because it involved too much of the parties' subjective opinions, also lacked persuasiveness.

"Even if he's as good as you say, do you really think he'd forge swords for a greenhorn like me?"

To the second question, Jun Tianxie simply replied casually,

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

Although he didn't know what Jun Tianxie was up to, Ding Shenzhao couldn't think of a better method himself, so he had no choice but to continue following the old man, relying on his seemingly unreliable companion's advice.

Until the old man went outside the city, the situation finally unfolded.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow, seemingly shot from an imaginary distance, whistled through the air and landed squarely at the old man's feet, almost piercing a large hole in his sole.

Faced with this sudden arrow, the old man's composure could be described as "unmoved even before Mount Tai collapses." He merely raised his snow-white eyebrows slightly and asked in a low voice,

"Who dares to provoke your ancestor?"

Eleven masked men in black descended from the sky, surrounding the old man like an iron barrel.

Surrounded by a group of menacing people, the old man remained unfazed, slowly saying,

"Isn't it a bit of an overreaction to use such a large force against an old man like me?"

One of the men in black spoke up, "Are you Master Turtle of the 'Dushira Palace'?"

The old man sighed slowly, saying, "I really wish you had the wrong person, but unfortunately there's only one Master Turtle in the world, and that person happens to be me."

The man in black said, "We hope you'll come with us to a place. As long as you behave, you won't be harmed."

The old man shook his head, saying, "I'm afraid I can't comply."

The man in black coldly said, "Then you're forcing us to use force to 'invite' you back to Mian."

As soon as he said this, the already tense situation reached its peak.

Not far away, Jun Tianxie whispered to Ding Shenzhao,

"When those men in black make their move, it'll be your time to be the hero and save the 'old man.'"

Ding Shenzhao nodded silently, but inwardly he wondered, Jun Tianxie seemed to have known all along that the old man would run into trouble. Did he have the ability to foresee the future?

An even more absurd thought popped into Ding Shenzhao's mind. After all, although he was inexperienced in the ways of the world, he wasn't stupid.

Could these people have been hired by Jun Tianxie?

Chapter Seven - Six Yang Divine Fire

"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty cup! Brothers, go! Let's teach this ungrateful old man a lesson!"

Without a word, the men in black immediately turned hostile and attacked. Ten burly men wielding weapons against a frail old man—from any perspective, such a formation seemed like an overreaction.

Ding Shenzhao thought the same, so when the man in black moved, he almost immediately prepared to "rescue the old man," but Jun Tianxie went back on his word and pulled him back, lowering his voice to say,

"Wait a little longer."

Wait? Wait for what?

Facing attacks coming from all directions, a hint of inappropriate disdain flashed in the eyes of the old man, Master Turtle.

"To attack an old man so harshly, I'll send you to another world to relearn what it means to respect the elderly and honor the wise."

After uttering these words, the old man's figure vanished without a trace.

"Huh! Where did the old man go?"

"Behind you, you idiot."

The man in black's question became his last words. Master Turtle, with a speed unseen by anyone in the arena, not only escaped the encirclement but also appeared behind one of the enemies, his withered fingers curled, striking the other's back.

"Ah—! It's so hot—!"

The man in black screamed like a pig being slaughtered. To the horror of his companions, his upper body rapidly burst into flames. Thick smoke, carrying the stench of burning flesh, quickly consumed his life force, leaving him a charred corpse on the ground.

Master Turtle revealed a dismissive, insignificant smile, as if crushing an ant:

"My 'Six Yang Divine Fire Palm' hasn't been used in a long time, but it seems it's still as sharp as ever."

The other men in black weren't as composed as the old man. They had initially thought it would be easy prey, but now they realized their opponent was a tiger in pigskin. How could they not be shocked?

"Fourth Brother! You old geezer, you killed Fourth Brother!"

"Damn it! We'll tear this old bastard to pieces to avenge Fourth Brother!"

Anger overwhelmed their fear at their companion's gruesome death, and coupled with their lack of understanding of the old man's true strength, the group of men in black made the last mistake of their lives: to continue attacking.

The swords and blades closest to the old man struck first.

Master Turtle chuckled coldly, seemingly disregarding the two weapons. He simultaneously swung both palms, and raging flames erupted in his hands! With each swing of his arms, it was as if they weren't human hands, but two torches.

"What...what kind of martial art is this?!"

"A martial art that will kill you!"

The man in black stared in disbelief at the spectacle before him, unaware that such hesitation would bring him certain death. Master Turtle's flaming palms, almost simultaneously, seized the two men's weapons. The intense heat, enough to molten iron, instantly melted the swords. The burning pain shot up their arm bones, and before they could even scream, they were reduced to charred remains.

"Seventh Brother! Eighth Brother!"

"Die, all of you! Blazing Sun!"

Master Turtle roared, unleashing a torrent of fiery energy from his palms, scattering in all directions. It was as if only a vast, raging inferno remained in the world. The intense, dazzling sparks quickly engulfed everything, even the dying screams. Soon, the only evidence that these men in black had ever lived was piles of ashes on the ground, reduced to nothing but ashes.

The area within a ten-foot radius of Master Turtle was scorched earth, barren of all vegetation. Amidst the lingering white smoke, the old man's slightly hunched figure stood, seemingly about to be blown away by a gust of wind.

If one hadn't witnessed it firsthand, no one would believe that the massacre that had just occurred was orchestrated by this old man!

Jun Tianxie and Ding Shenzhao stared in disbelief, their throats feeling as if a stone was stuck in their throats, a stiff, uneasy feeling rising within them. What "hero saving the old man"? If they had rushed out just now, there might have been two more piles of ashes on the ground.

How terrifying was the "Six Yang Divine Fire Palm"!

Jun Tianxie completely forgot about his ambition to become a peerless master with divine weapons, and was about to sneak away with Ding Shenzhao, after all, while a precious sword was valuable, life was more precious.

Master Turtle's cold gaze fell upon their hiding place.

"You two, how long are you going to hide?"

Ding Shenzhao was utterly shocked. So Master Turtle had known he was following him all along? Then… was he going to die a heroic death less than three days after venturing into the martial world?

Jun Tianxie gave a wry smile, pulled his ashen-faced companion out from behind the mound, and bowed deeply to Master Turtle, saying,

"Master, your divine skills are unparalleled. It is truly an honor for us juniors to witness this."

Master Turtle was clearly surprised that the black-clad man's "companion" was such a young boy. He paused for a moment, but then sneered,

"At such a young age, you've already become an assassin. You deserve to die even more!"

Jun Tianxie knew this was a huge misunderstanding and hurriedly waved his hands, saying,

"Master, you misunderstand. We are not with those cowards who dare to offend your divine might. We have long admired your reputation for forging divine weapons and wish to ask you to forge a pair of swords for my companion."

Master Turtle didn't even glance at the two of them, and said disdainfully with his hands behind his back,

"Ignorant children, how could I forge weapons for just anyone? You've wasted your time."

Upon hearing Master Turtle's words, Ding Shenzhao's forehead veins throbbed, and his clenched fist tightened involuntarily.

Jun Tianxie quickly signaled to his companion to be patient, while undeterred, he said with a forced smile,

"Although my brother here isn't famous yet, he's a rare talent that only a discerning eye like you, Master, could appreciate. You can see for yourself his hands."

He then pulled Ding Shenzhao's hands before Master Turtle as if presenting a treasure. Master Turtle glanced at them impatiently, his expression shifting from disdain to astonishment, then surprise.

"Swords and blades?!"

Jun Tianxie thought to himself, "If you can't even see that, you're unworthy of the title of Master." He laughed,

"Master, your insight is truly remarkable, you've hit the nail on the head."

Ding Shenzhao felt both embarrassed and angry as Master Turtle stared intently at his hands. If it weren't for the fact that he needed Master Turtle to forge weapons for him, he would have already gouged out those annoying turtle eyes.

Master Turtle clicked his tongue in amazement, saying, "Truly 'Dual-wielding Swordsmanship'! This extraordinary skill has been lost for over a hundred years. I never imagined that the legendary skill actually exists."

Suddenly, he rolled his eyes at Ding Shenzhao and asked,

"Boy, what's your name?"

Ding Shenzhao, caught off guard by the question, hesitated for a moment before replying,

"Ding Shenzhao."

Master Turtle then asked, "What is your relationship with 'Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade' Ding Chenyi?"

Ding Shenzhao looked blank and shook his head, saying,

"I've never heard of such a person."

Upon hearing this, even Jun Tianxie was taken aback. He had assumed that since Ding Shenzhao shared the surname Ding and possessed the legendary skill of "Dual-wielding Swordsmanship," he was most likely a descendant of Ding Chenyi. He

hadn't expected Ding Shenzhao to say he had never heard of Ding Chenyi, and he was certain that the former was not a liar.

Master Turtle stared into Ding Shenzhao's eyes, confirming there was no falsehood in them, and shook his head, saying,

"Could it just be a coincidence of names...? That's strange. Besides Ding Chenyi, I've never heard of anyone else possessing such a peculiar appearance."

Ding Shenzhao was clearly more interested in weapons than in Ding Chenyi, whom he had never met before, and asked,

"Senior, would you be willing to forge a pair of swords for me?"

Master Turtle's eyes widened, and he chuckled,

"It's not that simple, kid. Do you know that I have three rules for forging weapons?"

Jun Tianxie asked curiously, "What three rules?"

Master Turtle smiled with his hands behind his back, "First, if it's not a master, I won't take it; second, if I don't like the look of it, I won't take it; third, if there's no woman, I won't take it." He paused and added,

"Your little brother is to my liking, so you've barely passed the first two conditions. However, without the third and most important condition, you still can't expect me to take action."

Jun Tianxie cursed the old turtle and lecher in his heart, but outwardly he put on a respectful smile and said:

"So you're also a master of this art, Master. That's easy. I'll immediately go to 'Qingtian City' and find some of the best courtesans to serve you properly."

Master Turtle shook his head and sneered, "The best courtesans in the city were just fucked to death by me. I'm already tired of those kinds of women. This time, I want something different."

Jun Tianxie asked, "What kind of woman does Master want?"

Master Turtle's eyes flashed with cunning as he smiled,

"If you can find Chu Lingyue, the 'Purple-Clad' among the Four Beauties, and have her spend one night with me, then the pair of peerless divine weapons I just forged will be yours."

Ding Shenzhao, being ignorant of martial arts matters, didn't think much of it, but Jun Tianxie cursed the old turtle's ancestors in his heart, thinking that this old devil was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Chu Lingyue, dressed in purple, hailed from the "Zhongshu Mansion," the most etiquette-conscious branch of the "White Path Alliance." Having received strict family upbringing, Chu Lingyue held the separation of men and women to extremely high standards. Despite numerous suitors, she had yet to find a suitable match. To send such a virgin to accompany a decrepit old man like Master Turtle was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.

It was an impossible mission.

Jun Tianxie, looking troubled, asked, "Senior… could we choose another woman?"

Master Turtle flatly refused, "No! Every weapon I forge is priceless; how could they be obtained so easily? I've laid out my conditions; take it or leave it. I'll be staying in this city for a while longer. Seize the opportunity."

He then turned and left without another glance. Jun Tianxie and the others dared not stop him; the thought of the old man's "Six Yang Divine Fire Palm" was enough to make them want to be roasted.

Jun Tianxie regretted for the first time that he had spoken so confidently. This kind of overtime work was truly against his usual principles.

Even if the old turtle were to obtain Chu Lingyue, it would likely incur the hatred of the "Zhongshu Mansion" and become an enemy of the entire righteous path. Even if Ding Chenyi were reborn, he might not be able to protect himself then.

Jun Tianxie was only interested in betraying his friends; asking him to do the opposite was absolutely out of the question.

He was just trying to find a reason to make Ding Shenzhao back down, but the latter spoke first:

"Let's forget about asking Master Gui for a weapon,"

Jun Tianxie said, trying not to show any "overjoyed" expression. "Why?"

Ding Shenzhao shook his head. "Things obtained through that method will taint the very soul of the divine weapon."

Jun Tianxie didn't believe in the idea that divine weapons possessed spirits. In any case, it was best if the other party was willing to give up. He patted Ding Shenzhao on the shoulder and laughed,

"You have ambition! I, Jun Tianxie, certainly didn't choose the wrong brother. Don't worry, there are divine weapons everywhere in the world. As your brother, I will definitely find you the most suitable sword and saber so you can make a name for yourself."

Ding Shenzhao smiled slightly, feeling Jun Tianxie's most "sincere" concern, and said,

"I heard that the third-ranked martial artist in the world and Long Bufei will have a decisive battle at 'Life and Death Peak' in twenty days. There will definitely be many people watching. I also want to go and see how my martial arts are compared to these two top figures of the world."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Jun Tianxie's eyes for a moment, but he quickly recovered and smiled.

"Wherever my brother goes, I'll accompany him to the very end."

Ding Shenzhao didn't say anything, but his eyes revealed that he considered Jun Tianxie a true "good brother."

But how long could this peculiar "friendship" last?

"Chirp!"

Yuwen Xing's throat was ripped open, and he lay face up in his own blood, his eyes wide open in death.

Xi Chunyu had no time to mourn her companion's death; she herself was barely able to save herself.

A long-haired man exuding an eerie aura smiled smugly, licking the two bloodied fingers he had just used to kill Yuwen Xing. Looking at the panting Xi Chunyu, he said,

"Your companion has already gone ahead. After I've raped you, you'll go with him immediately."

Xi Chunyu gritted her teeth and said, "Shameless scoundrel! I'd rather die than let you have your way!"

The long-haired man laughed, "You have no choice!"

With a swift movement, he soared like an eagle in the sky, his claws striking out simultaneously. Although Xi Chunyu wanted to retaliate with her sword, she was too weak from the long battle and her defense was a step too slow. With a "hiss," her upper garment was torn open, revealing a pair of snow-white, full breasts.

"So this is how beautiful a heroine's breasts are! This is truly an eye-opener, haha!"

Xi Chunyu was shocked, ashamed, and angry. She didn't know whether to use her hands to fight back or to cover herself and prevent this shameless enemy from continuing his lewd advances.

The long-haired man suddenly appeared before Xi Chunyu like a ghost, grabbing her wrist and shouting,

"Let go!"

The burning pain, like being held in an iron clamp, almost brought tears to Xi Chunyu's eyes. Her fingers could no longer grip her sword, and she fell to the ground with a clang.

The long-haired man then pressed several pressure points on Xi Chunyu, robbing her of even the last bit of strength to resist. She was powerless even to commit suicide. Only then did he laugh triumphantly,

"What 'Four Heroes'? You still fell to my 'Flying Eagle' Han Qu!"

"Flying Eagle" Han Qu! One of the Seven Beasts of the Underworld. Xi Chunyu had escaped Yuan Tianfang's wolfish claws, but not Han Qu's eagle claws.

At this moment, Xi Chunyu was like a lamb to the slaughter, only able to weep and frantically wait to be at Han Qu's mercy.

Han Qu grabbed Xi Chunyu's bare breasts with one hand and lewdly said,

"Such firm breasts, I'm truly blessed."

Xi Chunyu, humiliated, wished she could die immediately, and said hatefully,

"You...you dare treat me like this? The 'White Path Alliance' will never let you get away with this!"

Han Qu shook his head and laughed, "Trying to intimidate me with such nonsense? You're so childishly ridiculous."

He then ruthlessly tore off Xi Chunyu's top, revealing a beautiful, mature body before him.

Han Qu's eyes gleamed with a burning, lewd light, and he sneered,

"The ancients said beauty is food for the eyes, and they were right."

He then bit down on Xi Chunyu's breast and began to suckle vigorously. Shocked and enraged by such disrespectful treatment from her enemy, she twisted her body frantically, but because her strength was restricted, it was ineffective and only fueled Han Qu's bestial rage.

“That’s how it should be. It’s no fun if you don’t struggle.”

Han Qu held Xi Chunyu tightly, tearing away the last bit of clothing covering her body.

“No…no…”

Xi Chunyu knew she couldn’t escape the fate of being violated by this evil man, and tears of sorrow streamed down her face.

“Don’t be sad, you’ll enjoy it soon.”

Han Qu was determined to enjoy this rare body, using the Demonic Sect’s seductive techniques. His hands roamed over Xi Chunyu’s sensitive areas, sending waves of strange, tingling sensations through her, gradually making her consciousness drowsy.

“Stop…please…stop…”

Han Qu ignored Xi Chunyu’s pleas, his demonic hands roaming over her most intimate areas, causing her delicate body to tremble with humiliation. The thought of being violated by a man she had never met almost drove her to the brink of collapse.

However, regardless of her will, her mature body, under Han Qu’s persistent and skillful teasing, still managed to elicit a primal response.

"Stop...you villain...I will never...let you go...ah!"

Han Qu, sensing Xi Chunyu's physical reaction, leered triumphantly,

"Your body doesn't say that. It seems our heroine Xi is a slut at heart."

Xi Chunyu retorted in shame and indignation, "Nonsense! How could that be..."

Han Qu sneered, "Still being stubborn? Let me test your skills."

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Xi Chunyu cried out, "You...what did you say? No! Absolutely not!"

Han Qu said impatiently, "Now that things have come to this, how can you say no?"

Ignoring Xi Chunyu's futile struggles, he thrust his member between her legs, about to breach her final defenses.

Xi Chunyu knew she could not escape her fate of being violated, and tears of despair streamed down her face.

Han Qu leered, "Miss Xi, I'm here."

Just as he was about to insert his clone deep into Xi Chunyu's body, a subtle, almost imperceptible, sharp chill suddenly appeared behind him, rendering his protective qi completely ineffective, and shot straight through his chest.

"Swoosh!"

The sword entered and exited.

Han Qu stared in disbelief at the protruding sword tip on his chest. While he thought he had victory in his grasp, he had also given the attacker a perfect opportunity to strike.

Xi Chunyu opened her eyes because of Han Qu's sudden pause. When she saw the reversed situation before her and the person who had saved him, she let out a desperate scream.

"How could it be you? No! Don't look! Don't look at me!..."

Han Qu turned his head with difficulty. That sword had shattered his life force. He was doomed today, but even in death, he wanted to know who had killed him.

Before him stood a handsome man, elegant and refined, clad in flowing white robes, with delicate features—a man who could only be described as an exceptionally handsome gentleman. His hands, meticulously maintained like those of a nobleman, gripped a long sword as white as jade, the blade still embedded in his body.

The white-robed man smiled faintly, speaking with utmost gentleness and politeness:

"You treated my woman like this, so I'll ambush you from behind, and we'll call it even."

A thought flashed through Han Qu's mind. He knew who this seemingly refined and gentle person was, whose actions were even more ruthless and heartless than those of the Demonic Sect.

Among the "Three Heroes and Four Beauties," the "Sword Tower," belonging to the "White Path Alliance," was home to the world's top swordsmen. And among them, the youngest and most outstanding was

"Sword Marquis" Lou Xueyi!

Chapter Eight - Ties and Bonds:

The "Butterfly Alliance" was one of the few purely female-dominated gangs in the martial arts world. Its leader, "Phoenix Butterfly" Wu Caixian, had managed to elevate her sect to one of the seven major righteous forces in a martial arts world traditionally dominated by men, demonstrating her extraordinary abilities.

Wu Caixian was a renowned beauty in her youth, with countless suitors. Even Feng Xuling, the "Sword Saint" and leader of the "Sword Tower" among the Seven Sects, and Li Wuyou, the "Flying Knife" and leader of the "Little Knife Society," were rumored to be her admirers.

However, Wu Caixian remains unmarried to this day. According to her, she has chosen to defeat the "Mingyue Sect" as her sole lifelong ambition, and she will not leave her home until Jun Nitian dies. Whether

this statement reflects a woman's courage that rivals any man's, or is simply an escape, remains to be seen.

Lou Xueyi stood before a beautifully decorated and exquisitely luxurious mansion. His aristocratic bearing blended seamlessly with his surroundings, appearing completely at ease.

After an unknown amount of time, the door finally creaked open, and a beautiful woman in palace attire, elegant and graceful, with a figure as ethereal as a fairy descending to earth, stepped out. She walked almost without touching the ground to Lou Xueyi and said in a melodious voice,

"The 'Butterfly Alliance' has always kept men at bay. We apologize for keeping you waiting so long, Young Master Lou."

Lou Xueyi bowed and said, "Alliance Leader, you are too kind. It is an honor for me to have the opportunity to serve your alliance."

Lou Xueyi addressed her as "Alliance Leader," so this beautiful woman in palace attire must be "Phoenix Butterfly" Wu Caixian! Judging from her appearance, she wasn't much older than Xi Chunyu, indicating that the latter possessed the art of preserving her youth, and her internal energy cultivation was so profound that she could remain forever young.

A hint of sadness flashed in Wu Caixian's beautiful eyes.

"After my treatment, Chunyu's external injuries are mostly healed, but the psychological wounds won't heal in a short time. Alas."

The soft sigh at the end of her words revealed her genuine concern.

Lou Xueyi said apologetically, "It's all because I arrived too late and couldn't protect Miss Xi's chastity."

Wu Caixian shook her head, "How can you blame yourself? Chunyu's survival is already a stroke of luck. If you had arrived any later, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Lou Xueyi said, "The lecherous villain who defamed Miss Xi was Han Qu, one of the seven beasts of the 'Underworld,' known as 'Flying Eagle.' He was utterly wicked, and I killed him on the spot."

Wu Caixian nodded, "Well done! Such a wicked villain deserves to die."

Lou Xueyi He asked, "May I visit Miss Xi?"

Wu Caixian replied calmly, "What Chunyu needs most right now is quiet rest and to avoid any stimulation. I will convey Young Master Lou's wishes to her."

Lou Xueyi respectfully said, "In that case, I dare not disturb you. I will return to 'Sword Tower' first to report to my master that the list has been lost and to devise a countermeasure as soon as possible."

Wu Caixian said, "According to Chunyu, the list is in the hands of a young man named Jun Tianxie."

Lou Xueyi's handsome face showed a bewildered expression, and he murmured,

"Jun Tianxie... Could someone with the surname Jun be related to 'Yanhuang' Jun Nitian?"

"I thought you were going to take me to 'Life and Death Peak' to watch Long Bufei's duel with the third-ranked martial artist in the world?"

Ding Shenzhao said with a puzzled expression.

Jun Tianxie laughed awkwardly, "I did say that, that's true."

"Then," Ding Shenzhao looked around and asked with emphasis, "Where is this?"

"Hmm... I think..." Jun Tianxie scratched his head and said helplessly, "We must be lost."

"Lost?!" Ding Shenzhao exclaimed loudly, proving that even the most good-tempered person can get angry.

"You yourself told me the way to 'Life and Death Peak,' you could find it with your eyes closed! And now you're lost?"

Jun Tianxie shrugged, speaking in an utterly shameless tone:

"Even the best of us make mistakes. Even someone as wise as me can sometimes lose our way."

Ding Shenzhao suppressed the urge to punch Jun Tianxie's nose and said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Lu Sheng, we only have ten days left. If we can't get out of here, we'll really miss this duel."

Jun Tianxie forced a smile: "Don't worry, don't you trust your brother? I'll definitely lead you out of this hellish forest."

He spoke lightly, but Ding Shenzhao couldn't feel happy at all when he saw the forest with no paths around them and the dense, canopy-like leaves overhead that blocked out even the sunlight.

He really didn't know how Jun Tianxie, this "expert navigator," had led them to such a godforsaken place.

If Ding Shenzhao knew that he was currently in the "Sea of Trees," one of the three forbidden areas in the martial arts world, he would probably be so angry that he would strangle Jun Tianxie to death on the spot.

"No one may enter the Sea of Trees; once inside, there is no exit; once inside, there is no life."

These sixteen characters perfectly encapsulate the meaning of "No One May Enter the Sea of Trees." Once inside, even the most unparalleled master will be lost in this intricate natural formation, unable to see the light of day, unable to distinguish east from west, until they die.

To prevent Ding Shenzhao from reaching "Peak of Life and Death" in time, Jun Tianxie had no choice but to take this risky step.

Having read the relevant records in "The Search for Wonders of the Universe," Jun Tianxie was confident that as long as they didn't venture too far into the center of the Sea of Trees, they would have at least a 70% chance of not getting lost. If they wandered around aimlessly for a few days and then "accidentally" found the exit, even if the two of them could grow wings, they wouldn't be able to make it to the final battle.

Only in this way could Ding Shenzhao remain unsuspecting and avoid encountering "that person" he didn't want to meet.

"Plan before you act" was Jun Tianxie's motto; everything he did was meticulously calculated.

Unfortunately, sometimes, human calculations are no match for fate.

Ding Shenzhao was the first to sense danger and abruptly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Jun Tianxie lacked Ding Shenzhao's primal sixth sense and assumed the latter was angry again, trying to think of something to soothe him.

"There's someone," Ding Shenzhao said in a deep voice.

Jun Tianxie exclaimed in surprise, "What?"

Ding Shenzhao repeated, "The aura of someone." This time, he emphasized his words.

Jun Tianxie was extremely surprised, yet inexplicably trusted Ding Shenzhao's intuition. The question was, besides them, who else would come to the "Sea of Trees" to seek death?

A strange "person" had appeared before them.

At first glance, it was impossible to distinguish the "thing" before them from the surrounding giant trees. Its body was covered in vines, and apart from that, it was completely naked. Its skin was rough and hard like tree bark, with only a pair of bright, deep, and distant eyes that seemed to contain boundless intelligence.

"What is that?"

Neither Ding Shenzhao nor Jun Tianxie were particularly prone to making a fuss, but the "thing" before them was far too bizarre. Even the "World's Wonders" didn't record it; otherwise, Jun Tianxie would definitely have reconsidered his original plan.

Its gaze swept over the two men, finally settling on Jun Tianxie. It spoke in a hoarse voice,

"You rebellious one, what brings you here?"

Jun Tianxie's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned ignorance, saying,

"We're just two lost souls. Uncle, you're not a bad person, are you?"

It grinned, "All things are impermanent. The standards of good and evil in this world are only suitable for judging ordinary mortals. What use are they to us, rebellious ones?"

Every word it uttered was profound, giving off an elusive quality—the very kind of feeling Jun Tianxie loathed. The person before him had already aroused his heightened vigilance.

Ding Shenzhao's reaction was also one of the reasons for his alertness.

Since this strange being appeared, Ding Shenzhao had remained in a state of high tension, wanting to attack yet hesitant to do so. Jun Tianxie hadn't even glanced at Ding Shenzhao, yet he could sense his emotions, for he himself felt the same way.

That feeling was a martial artist's innate intuition: the person before him was incredibly strong, so strong that even the two of them working together wouldn't have a chance of victory.

Why couldn't Jun Tianxie obtain any information about such a peerless master? He hadn't even heard of him before?

Jun Tianxie quickly deduced the real reason why the person before him was trapped in the "Sea of Trees," and his mind raced, calculating a way to escape.

The strange man looked at Jun Tianxie with interest and said,

"Not bad, your aptitude and martial spirit are both top-notch. Given time, you should be able to become a grandmaster of a sect."

"What do you plan to do with us?"

Jun Tianxie finally decided to take a direct approach to deal with this strange being. Deceiving and hiding would be a waste of time when dealing with such an unfathomable "thing."

The strange man gave him an approving look and nodded slightly, saying,

"You're quite clever, kid. Don't worry, I have no intention of making things difficult for you two juniors."

"You can't go back on your word, senior."

Jun Tianxie emphasized the word "senior." He had long been accustomed to all sorts of deception in the Demonic Sect, and although he intuitively felt that the other party was not the kind to go back on his word, he still wanted to be on the safe side.

The strange man chuckled and said, "When did it become your turn to question my words, kid? Don't worry, even if I were to attack you, it would definitely not be today. You are not qualified to be my opponent right now."

Jun Tianxie felt a great weight lifted from his heart. With his personality, he naturally had no intention of refuting the strange man's words. Anyway, the situation was now in his favor, and they were on the strange man's turf, so he could do whatever he wanted.

"What about me?"

Ding Shenzhao was not as "flexible" as Jun Tianxie. The strange man was obviously the strongest person he had encountered since he started out. Although he might not be his opponent, the passion in his body still drove him to fight this battle he had no chance of winning.

Jun Tianxie sensed something was wrong and was about to plead with the Yiren to "be magnanimous and forgive my lapse," when the latter looked at Ding Shenzhao, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and said,

"'Dual swordsmanship'? Although you possess a uniquely gifted appearance, without the aid of a peerless divine weapon, it's all in vain."

Ding Shenzhao's body trembled; the aura he had painstakingly built up was shattered by the Yiren's casual remark.

The Yiren sighed and looked up at the sky, "Very well, our meeting is fate. I'll consider today a losing deal and grant you, my junior, your wish."

Without any visible movement from the Yiren, the vines on his body seemed to be part of his will, coiling and extending, returning to his body with a pair of swords wrapped around their tips.

The strange man spoke with an imposing and unyielding tone:

"The sword is named 'Jiecao' (结草), and the saber is named 'Hianhuan' (衔环). These were my weapons when I was young and wandering the martial world. Now that I no longer carry weapons, I will give them to you."

Upon closer inspection, the so-called "Jiecao" was simply hemp grass wrapped around the hilt; and "Hianhuan" was just an old copper ring replacing the hilt. The blades were covered in rust, clearly having been abandoned for countless years.

Such a pair of swords could probably be bought for a few taels of silver on the market; how could they be considered divine weapons?

Jun Tianxie thought to himself that this strange man had been living in seclusion for too long, even treating scrap metal as treasure. At that moment, the strange man said,

"One must always be wary of others. Remember my words. Sometimes your closest comrade is your greatest enemy. You can go now. If fate allows, we will meet again."

Before the two could speak, two vines on his body suddenly flew up, striking them head-on. The speed was so fast that they didn't even have time to think of dodging before everything went black, and they lost consciousness.

The strange man looked at the two lying at his feet and murmured in a desolate tone,

"Time flies in the mountains, but life is long in the forest. Which of you two will grow to be a worthy opponent for me? I look forward to that day."

The two awoke under a star-studded night sky.

The first thing Jun Tianxie did upon regaining consciousness was to determine his location, but the answer greatly disappointed him. "Don't enter the forest" was right behind him; the strange man had actually sent them away from the forest.

What a busybody.

Ding Shenzhao woke up beside him, touching his head. He felt something behind him and reached back to touch it, only to find it was the pair of swords.

Jun Tianxie looked at Ding Shenzhao's back and smiled bitterly:

"This is what you call a savage offering his treasures, but this fellow's method is too crude, leaving you no choice but to accept it."

Ding Shenzhao, with a strange expression, slowly drew a pair of swords from his back, examined them for a long time, and then said:

"Although I don't understand what divine weapons are, I can sense the extraordinary nature of this pair of swords."

Jun Tianxie asked in surprise: "You haven't been brainwashed by that strange man, have you? Any weapon I forge is better than the pair of scrap irons you have. In my opinion, you should get rid of this burden."

Ding Shenzhao's face showed a firm expression, and he shook his head:

"No, I've decided to use this pair of swords as my weapons for wandering the world."

Seeing that he was determined, Jun Tianxie shrugged helplessly:

"Whatever."

Ding Shenzhao sheathed the swords and stood up:

"It's time to get going."

Jun Tianxie asked in surprise: "Where are you going?"

Ding Shenzhao looked at him with a reproachful look in his eyes:

"Of course it's 'Life and Death Peak,' you won't get lost again this time, right? 'Road Saint'!"

Jun Tianxie said with a wry smile, "Of course not."

He had already cursed the ancestors of the Tree Sea Strange People for eighteen generations in his heart.

The "Martial Arts Gathering Hall" was the meeting place of the "White Path Alliance." When there were major events among the seven sects, important figures from each sect would first meet here before making decisions and issuing them. Therefore, it was not an exaggeration to say that the "Martial Arts Gathering Hall" was the center of the righteous martial arts world.

A black figure, seemingly blending into the night, shot out from within the high walls of the inner courtyard, disappearing into the unknowable void.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, the slender figure beneath the night clothes suggested that "she" was a woman.

The woman in black moved with incredible speed, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

Suddenly, the woman in black shuddered and abruptly stopped. The transition from high speed to stillness was as natural and smooth as breathing, demonstrating her extraordinary skill.

At that moment, a man approaching from the front explained the reason for her sudden halt.

The newcomer was young and handsome, with two beautiful beards and a slightly frivolous smile at the corner of his mouth. His light blue robe fluttered in the wind, exuding a natural and elegant air. His movements were composed and graceful, and every gesture was captivating.

Faced with such a man who could attract the opposite sex, the woman in black seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

"'The Romantic Swordsman' Xiao Yao?"

she asked. The newcomer gave an exaggerated salute and replied in a deep, magnetic voice,

"Indeed, it is my honor that you recognize me at a glance, beautiful lady."

The woman in black said, "I am wearing a mask; how could you possibly know if I am beautiful or ugly?"

Xiao Yao smiled and said, "A discerning eye can reveal a great deal. Just by looking at your slender and graceful figure, one can deduce your beautiful face."

The woman in black smiled and said, "People say that Xiao Yao is dashing and charming, and most adept at winning the hearts of the opposite sex. Seeing him today, I know the rumors are indeed true."

Among the "Three Heroes and Four Beauties," ranked alongside "Sword Marquis" Lou Xueyi, as the most outstanding master of the second generation of the "Little Knife Society," the "Romantic Swordsman" Xiao Yao was actually this man in blue before her?

Xiao Yao smiled and said, "Miss, you flatter me. I am but a rogue, how could I deserve such a compliment as 'romantic'?"

The woman in black said, "Young Master Xiao, you blocked my way in the moonlight, intending to..."

Xiao Yao chuckled and said, "That's what I should be asking you, Miss. You sneaked out of the seven sects' important territory, your identity is unknown, and your whereabouts are strange. Although I am incompetent, I am still a member of the alliance. How could I ignore such a suspicious matter?"

With just these words, the woman in black knew that her actions had already fallen into the eyes of this seemingly frivolous rogue. Moreover, she had been followed for quite some time without realizing it, which showed that Xiao Yao's skills were far superior to hers.

A murderous intent rose in the woman in black's heart. On one hand, she sought a way to escape. With a change of mind, she smiled and walked towards Xiao Yao.

“Since Young Master Xiao knows everything, this humble woman has nothing to say and can only submit to your will.”

Her tone carried a seductive air of “at your mercy,” which, combined with her graceful sway as she walked, was utterly captivating.

Xiao Yao’s eyes lit up, and he smiled, “Is Miss’s statement true?”

The woman in black smiled alluringly, “Of course it is true.”

With that, she removed her veil, revealing a beautiful face that could express both anger and joy, with a charming smile. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her alluring eyes held an indescribable seduction.

Xiao Yao stared, his eyes wide, muttering,

"Absolutely stunning... truly stunning..."

The woman in black smiled sweetly, "Does young master like me?"

Xiao Yao nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Of course I like you!"

The woman in black touched her breasts, her teasing tone obvious,

"Then what are you waiting for, young master?"

Xiao Yao felt his mouth go dry, a surge of heat rising from his dantian to his brain. Instinctively, he moved forward, tackling the woman in black to the ground.

The woman in black feigned resistance, coquettishly saying, "Young master Xiao, no..."

※※※

The two embraced tightly, as if trying to squeeze themselves into each other's bodies. Apart from their panting, no other sounds could be heard for a long time.

It was unclear how much time had passed before time resumed its flow.

"Oh!... Young master Xiao... what are you doing?"

Xiao Yao still wore his playful smile, but one hand gripped the woman in black's wrist.

"That's a question for you, Grandma. What are you planning?"

The moon peeked out from behind the dark clouds, reflecting the slender, deep blue needle in Ye Yi's hand. If Xiao Yao hadn't acted in time, that needle would probably be embedded in his body by now!

A strange glint flashed in Xiao Yao's eyes as he calmly said,

"Although I am a womanizer, I am not lewd, much less foolish. If anyone thinks they can kill me with a pink trap, then I am not qualified to be one of the Three Heroes."

Ye Yi gritted her teeth and suddenly bent her knee to thrust upwards. Fortunately, Xiao Yao reacted quickly, flipping over to avoid the bloody attack on her lower body. Taking advantage of this brief opening, Ye Yi leaped three zhang (approximately 10 meters) without even taking off her clothes, swiftly escaping.

"Well done, Xiao Yao! I admit I underestimated you, but you won't catch me!"

Ye Yi's speed was astounding, instantly creating a distance of nearly ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) between herself and Xiao Yao. Seeing that he couldn't catch up, the latter revealed a sorrowful look, shaking his head and sighing,

"What's the point of all this?"

He drew his knife.

A seemingly ordinary throwing knife, yet with astonishing speed, pierced through Ye Yi's snow-white chest.

"Throwing knife…!"

Ye Yi only managed a half-uttered groan before her body shuddered and she collapsed to the ground, her life extinguished.

This was the "throwing knife" that Xiao Yao inherited from Li Wuyou, the leader of the "Little Knife Society," the "Flying Knife."

Little Li's throwing knife never misses!

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