[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Heavenly Evil (Complete) - Chapter 13

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Chapter Nine: Lost Mind

Like a raging torrent of ten thousand horses, the "Heavenly Curtain Waterfall" has been an unchanging symbol for thousands of years. At the cliff top where Jun Tianxie once "threw himself into the waterfall," a snow-white robe flutters slowly in the wind amidst the white mist. The person is like jade, the clothes like snow, and the temperament is on par with kings and nobles—it is none other than the new generation of outstanding swordsman of the "Sword Tower"—"Sword Marquis" Lou Xueyi!

Lou Xueyi stands with her head bowed on the boulder at the top of the "Heavenly Curtain Waterfall" cliff, her long eyelashes unblinking. Her elegant and noble temperament seems to transcend the mortal world. Beside her lies a pitch-black coffin, which disrupts the harmony of the beautiful scenery and the elegant person.

"What's meant to happen will happen..."

Lou Xueyi suddenly sighed softly. The misty fog, as if influenced by some force, slowly condensed into crystals below freezing. The ice crystals reflected the shimmering light of the water vapor, magnificent and fantastical, indescribably beautiful. But within this beauty lay an extremely cold killing intent. The temperature on the cliff had unknowingly dropped by more than ten degrees. If someone with weaker skills were to remain there for even a short while, their blood would likely freeze to death on the spot.

Lou Xueyi circulated her internal energy to resist the low temperature, thinking to herself: "It's only been two days since I last saw him, and his skills have improved so much? Strangely, this sinister, icy killing intent is completely inconsistent with my impression of him when I first met him. Or is this his true face?" Sensing

the approaching, chilling killing intent, Lou Xueyi frowned, opened her eyes, and stared intently at the ethereal, ghostly figure walking towards her from below the cliff. She gripped her sword, "Peerless," at her waist, sweat beading on her forehead.

"So fast!"

The killing intent on the cliff reached its peak as the figure solidified. A young man exuding an eerie aura—his arrogant and aloof demeanor was evident in his disdainful gaze, a cruel smile playing on his lips, suggesting a ruthless nature, indifferent to the lives of others.

Staring at the newcomer, Lou Xueyi's expression involuntarily hardened.

"It really is him! But why has the barely perceptible evil feeling from before grown a hundred times stronger in recent days? What caused such a drastic change in him?!"

The young man emerging from the mist looked up at Lou Xueyi. Their sharp gazes met in the air, and the icy, malevolent aura in the former's eyes sent a long-forgotten chill through Lou Xueyi. Making

no attempt to conceal his murderous intent, it was clear the young man's purpose was to target Lou Xueyi. A disdainful sneer appeared on his arrogant face as he

said, "You actually came as promised… It seems I need to reassess my trust in your prestigious sects." He emphasized the words "prestigious sects," his words dripping with sarcasm.

Despite the direct insult, Lou Xueyi's handsome face remained unmoved. He smiled calmly and said, "I didn't expect you to have the audacity to come looking for me again, Jun Tianxie."

The young man chuckled evilly, "You've got it wrong. I'm not the Jun Tianxie you know. I'm… well, his twin brother. Just call me Yu Tianxie!" Lou Xueyi was taken aback. "

If you're twin brothers, how can you have the same name but different surnames?"

Yu Tianxie said impatiently, "There's no need to explain that to you! You only need to know that I came to avenge Jun Tianxie. If you have any last words, say them now, or you won't have another chance!"

"Although you and Jun Tianxie look exactly alike, your temperaments are worlds apart," Lou Xueyi said with a faint smile. "But I don't believe you're really his twin brother. Who are you?"

"Is this your last words? How boring!"

Yu Tianxie said disdainfully, a murderous aura representing death surging from his body and rushing towards Lou Xueyi.

"Wait! I have one more question." In the tense moment, Lou Xueyi asked again, "Was it your idea to leave a letter at 'Sword Tower' to invite me here? Or was it Jun Tianxie's idea?"

"Go ask Yama, the King of Hell, in hell!"

Before Lou Xueyi could even speak, Yu Tianxie moved like lightning, traversing the space between them. With a flick of his finger, he unleashed a net of Heavenly Emperor Sword Qi, which descended upon Lou Xueyi like dark clouds obscuring the sun, seemingly intending to finish the battle quickly and kill his opponent in the shortest time possible! "

Outrageous! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!" A flash of murderous intent crossed Lou Xueyi's face. His peerless sword rang out, bursting from its sheath. The "

Gentleman's Holy Sword," with its "Unwavering Respect" technique, formed a flawless wall, swirling and circling before forcefully blocking the incoming sword net. A clear sound rang out, and a wave-like force surged along the sword, directly impacting Lou Xueyi's meridians. Lou Xueyi's body trembled, forced back a step!

Although it was only a step, the "Gentleman's Holy Sword" was hailed as the world's number one defensive sword, and Lou Xueyi had already mastered seventy percent of his master, the "Sword Saint" Feng Xuling's, true skill. To be forced back by the younger Yu Tianxie in a single exchange! And to do so unarmed against a weapon—this would be a major event that would shock the martial world.

Yu Tianxie laughed wildly, "The 'Gentleman's Holy Sword' is nothing special! Lou, when you took advantage of my 'brother' to kill him, did you ever think of today? This time next year will be your death anniversary!"

Lou Xueyi, after all, was a rising star of the righteous path, one of the "Three Heroes." Although her initial attempt was unsuccessful, her spirit remained undiminished. She sneered, "Victory or defeat is not yet decided. Being arrogant too early will only lead to your own demise." "

Nonsense! You will definitely die today!"

Yu Tianxie wielded his fingers like the wind, and the Emperor's Sword Qi spread out like a tornado, crisscrossing and covering the area with deadly intent. Lou Xueyi focused her energy on her dantian, her mind and will in harmony. She countered each move in the dense sword net without losing her composure, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack and break through the opponent's defenses.

"The 'Gentleman's Holy Sword' truly lives up to its reputation as the best defensive sword in the world. If this pretty boy only defends and doesn't attack, I'm afraid even fighting for a day and two battles wouldn't be enough to deliver a fatal blow. Heh! Then let's use that move we agreed on before! You, surnamed Jun, you'd better make sure your tricks come in handy!"

"Don't worry! When have I ever lied to you?" "

...Too many times."

The dialogue between the split personalities was completed within the same body. Having confirmed the consensus reached earlier, Yu Tianxie shouted, withdrawing the four enemy sword energies from his body, and simultaneously leaped forward, seemingly about to launch a decisive attack on Lou Xueyi!

"Is this undefended attitude meant to lure me into attacking? Then I'll do as you wish and show you whether the 'Gentleman's Holy Sword' is a sword technique that only defends and doesn't attack!"

Lou Xueyi chuckled, and the blade of the Peerless Sword shone with a bright and beautiful sword light. The rare killing move in the Holy Sword's ultimate technique, "Flowing Like Water," unleashed a powerful sword light like flowing water, and this astonishing sword strike arrived before Yu Tianxie in the blink of an eye!

Lou Xueyi's consistent principle in combat was to conceal her strength and wait for an opportunity to strike decisively. However, this expected fatal sword strike unexpectedly missed its mark! Yu Tianxie, whose body existed in the mortal world, seemed to have dissolved into an unknowable void; the "Good Flow Like Water" sword could not pierce him!

Lou Xueyi's expression changed drastically: "...Fuck, is this the omnipresent technique of the 'Assassin' Yi Shuihan?!" "

You know your stuff!"

Ye Qing's voice rang out from behind Lou Xueyi. Sensing danger, Lou Xueyi turned around with all her might, drawing her sword to defend herself, hoping to intercept the fatal blow in time.

"Now that you know everything, you can die in peace!" "

In a battle between masters, no single move is permissible. His attempt to save himself was too slow; the sword finger strike from the corner landed squarely on him. The first wave of force shattered his protective aura, shattering his ribs and sending blood gushing forth. The second wave of the 'Emperor's Sword Dao' was about to finish off this hypocritical young master!

'War Slave! Come out now!!'"

With her precious life hanging by a thread, Lou Xueyi had no choice but to activate her pre-prepared trump card. Amidst a blood-spitting roar, the black coffin that had been lying beside her suddenly exploded into pieces with a deafening "BOOM!" A wave of extremely sharp sword energy surged forth like a raging torrent crashing down on Yu Tianxie's back.

With Yu Tianxie's skill and perception, he naturally knew that someone was hiding inside the coffin. However, when he used "Unmoved Evil Heart" to probe the person's movements from afar, he felt a sense of both familiarity and strangeness. This aroused his curiosity about the person's identity, and now was the time to reveal the mystery.

"Hmph! One comes, one dies; two come, two die!" The omnipresent technique he had "stolen" could only be effective once. Even relying solely on his own abilities, Yu Tianxie wouldn't hesitate to fight two opponents at once. With a light touch of his toes and a half-spinning motion, the four directions of energy gathered by "Reigning Supreme" deflected the killing waves of swords and blades. His sharp eyes caught sight of the approaching figure, and he exclaimed in shock: "It's you?!" The

person who ambushed him from inside the coffin was none other than his other avatar's "good brother"—"Swordsman and Blade Master" Ding Shenzhao.

Upon closer inspection, Yu Tianxie immediately noticed something amiss.

Ding Shenzhao's eyes were lifeless, yet a sharp killing intent shone through his dull, grayish-white pupils. His sallow face looked as if he had not recovered from a serious illness. Yu Tianxie's "Unmoved Evil Heart" mind-reading ability could not detect any emotional fluctuations in this body.

Yu Tianxie, being an expert in this area, immediately knew what had happened and spat, "Useless bastard! Has he been brainwashed?"

Lou Xueyi weakly said, "War Slave, kill this man quickly." "

Ding Shenzhao received Lou Xueyi's order, and his cheetah-like body shot towards Yu Tianxie like a meteor. The two swords in his hands seemed to transform into the fangs of a wild beast. His primal killing intent, after being mentally modified by the 'Demon Spirit' Ye Meixie, was amplified to an extreme. His power increased exponentially, but all his thoughts and memories were erased, turning him into nothing more than a killing tool.

Lou Xueyi had brought Ding Shenzhao to the appointment to test the effectiveness of the newly modified 'war slave.' If they could kill Jun Tianxie, the best test subject who had delivered himself to their doorstep, it would mean that the brainwashing was absolutely successful. However, the situation had developed to the point that Ding Shenzhao had to save his life, which was something he had not expected.

Lou Xueyi also took this opportunity to take a breather, watching the battle and laughing: 'Whether you are Jun Tianxie or Yu Tianxie, can you bear to turn against your former good brother? Ha...!'

'Of course I can, what kind of person do you take me for!' " "

Putting aside the cold sneer in his heart, Yu Tianxie's subordinates truly showed no mercy. They unleashed the full power of the 'Emperor's Sword Dao,' their sword energy like a dragon soaring through the heavens, majestic and imposing, yet elusive. Though their sword traces were like a dragon appearing and disappearing without a trace, their sharp true energy erupted the moment they encountered anything, crushing and breaking through anything strong, leaving countless wounds on Ding Shenzhao's body.

Compared to the overwhelming power of Yu Tianxie, Ding Shenzhao's attacks were merely reflexes, lacking any discernible technique. However, no matter how elusive Yu Tianxie's Emperor's Sword energy was, his unadorned swordplay, wielding with chilling killing intent, always posed a threat when Yu Tianxie attacked, often forcing him to change tactics to deal with the seemingly omnipresent, ferocious swords before he could even finish a single move.

'Damn it! How did this kid's martial arts become so strong?'" "

He couldn't help but curse, but unexpectedly, Ding Shenzhao, after losing his mind, made rapid progress in martial arts. His already sharp and swift swordplay became even more unrestrained, and his reckless fighting style, completely disregarding his own safety, forced Yu Tianxie to abandon several opportunities to severely injure his opponent due to the high cost.

"This can't go on. If that pretty boy recovers, two against one will be disastrous!"

"Looks like you're in trouble. Do you need my help?"

"Stop arguing! Just stay inside and watch! Young Master doesn't need your help!" "

But if you do this, you'll only have to use your trump card to kill Ding Shenzhao. I don't want to see my good brother die now. He's still useful to me."

After exchanging a few words, the two "Tianxie" suddenly trembled as if possessed, his face turning pale and then red. He gritted his teeth and said, "You... you actually..." and then froze.

The enemy's stagnation gave Ding Shenzhao the best opportunity. Having been transformed into a killing tool by "Bewitching Charm", he would not hesitate because the person in front of him was once his only true friend in the world. With the ruthless intent to cut off all feelings, he was about to cut off Yu Tianxie's head with his ring-shaped dagger!

With blades at his neck, Yu Tianxie's expression suddenly changed, a calm and confident smile appearing on his face. He turned to look at Ding Shenzhao and softly asked, "Shenzhao, are you really going to kill me too?"

The seemingly familiar yet unsettling tone evoked a deep-seated feeling in Ding Shenzhao, and the simple question struck him like a thunderbolt. His sword, poised to strike, faltered halfway, his hand trembling slightly. A flicker of clarity returned to his sweat-drenched face as he asked the person before him, "Tianxie! Is that you?"

The person being questioned gave him a familiar and friendly smile, but the next moment, without warning, a palm strike landed on his dantian, a powerful burst of energy that sent Ding Shenzhao flying backward like a cannonball after spitting out a mouthful of blood. Even if he survived, he would be completely incapacitated. This attack also plunged his recently regained consciousness back into chaos.

Unexpectedly, the modified "war slave" proved to be utterly vulnerable. Lou Xueyi's usual composure vanished, replaced by a hint of fear as he asked, "You... are you Jun Tianxie or Yu Tianxie?!"

Jun Tianxie glanced indifferently in the direction where Ding Shenzhao had fallen, then turned back to Lou Xueyi, offering a calm yet chilling smile. "Does that matter? You're going to die here anyway."

"Is that so?" Lou Xueyi brandished his sword, radiating an indomitable fighting spirit. "I admit your martial arts are quite strange, but that was only because I was caught off guard and managed to ambush you. Now that I'm on guard, I won't fall for your tricks so easily." Jun Tianxie stared at

him for a long time before finally uttering two words:

"Idiot!"

Then he launched his attack.

Without any warning, a flash of sword light appeared, and the sword was already at Lou Xueyi's throat! The latter roared, unleashing a full-force sword strike like a surging river, blocking his path. He laid down layers of sword energy, confident his opponent couldn't possibly penetrate the sword net and harm him.

Jun Tianxie sneered, his sword finger remaining firmly planted on the spine of the Peerless Sword. Nirvana True Energy surged towards the blade like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. Lou Xueyi felt the pressure on the sword suddenly increase dramatically; the "Gentleman's Sacred Sword," hailed as the best sword-guarding weapon in the world

, showed signs of weakness! This was a grave alarm; not wanting his injuries to worsen, he quickly channeled all his power to resolve the immediate crisis. While they were locked in a stalemate, Jun Tianxie suddenly felt a warning. A dense, intense aura of death gradually condensed and sublimated around him. Without even looking, he knew the source of the killing intent, and was both surprised and delighted.

"He can stand up so quickly! Indeed, his blood flows with the instincts of a wild beast, and facing death only intensifies his life's potential." Seeing the surprise that burst in Lou Xueyi's eyes ,

Jun Tianxie knew that the time was ripe and it was time to put the plan into action. Taking advantage of the fact that he still had the initiative, he shouted and pulled back his strength to avoid Lou Xueyi's sword strike. However, he "accidentally" had his collar cut by the sword, and a yellowed old book was "snapped" out! With a "thud," the sword fell to the ground. Jun Tianxie's expression changed drastically. He was about to reach for it back, but Lou Xueyi wouldn't give him the chance. She wielded her sword, weaving a net that forced him to retreat and defend himself.

Lou Xueyi's sword light shone brightly, aggressively pressing forward. Jun Tianxie retreated step by step, his strength waning, and he was in grave danger. Suddenly, sharp blades and swords appeared beside him, their powerful aura seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and shattering the earth. He exclaimed, "Well done!" He kicked his legs, managing to catch the wave of swords and swords with his feet. Then, he flipped backward, dodging Lou Xueyi's attack. After retreating three zhang, he said, "Fighting two against one is too much of a loss. Lou Xueyi, I'll come back another day to take your life. Get your head ready!"

The pair of swords that pounced like ferocious wolves could only strike the afterimage left by his "Dreamy Illusory Flower" movement; his true form had already fled a hundred feet away. Lou Xueyi was once again astonished by his opponent's superb lightness skill, and it also made him decide not to pursue.

"War Slave, there's no need to chase."

Ding Shenzhao, covered in blood, stood still after hearing this. His "heart," which had once been awakened, sank into an even darker abyss after being mercilessly struck. His expressionless face seemed to tell of the tragedy of fate.

Approaching Ding Shenzhao and examining him closely, confirming that his will was still under the control of "Bewitching Spell," Lou Xueyi murmured with a puzzled tone, "The 'Bewitching Spell' of the Evil Spirit was actually broken by this kid! Although it was only for a brief moment, the War Slave did indeed abandon the strike he was about to deliver because of that kid's call. Was the Evil Spirit's brainwashing not perfect enough, or was the War Slave's original will too strong? This boy named Jun Tianxie seems to exude an eerie aura. Such beings, who add uncertainty to the plan, should be eliminated as soon as possible."

After speaking, Lou Xueyi walked to the old book that Jun Tianxie had dropped, hesitated for a moment, and then picked it up. After flipping through it briefly, she immediately showed a moved expression and said, "This is the 'Assassin' Yi Shuihan's Omnipresent Technique?! Could he really be Yi Shuihan's successor?"

Lou Xueyi pondered for a long time before finally putting the manual into her bosom, a smug smile appearing on her lips.

"This is truly a stroke of good fortune! With this, plus the 'Nightwalking Hundred Ghosts' technique of the Evil Spirit, and the power of the War Slave, who can rival me in this year's Dao-Demon War?"

He patted Ding Shenzhao on the shoulder and laughed, "Your brother has really delivered a treacherous thing for me, but don't worry, whether it's Jun Tianxie or his twin brother Yu Tianxie, I will give you a chance for revenge, to let you kill them with your own hands."

Ding Shenzhao naturally didn't answer him, but two lines of bloody tears suddenly flowed from his empty eyes, as if he were making a silent accusation against the ruthless hand hiding behind him that was manipulating his will.

Chapter Ten: Heaven's Will is

the Head of the Three Thousand Sword Demon Path - Deep underground in the "Mingyue Sect" headquarters, besides the dark killing forces like "Shadows," there is also a terrifying torture chamber that even those within the sect consider a forbidden area, something to be avoided at all costs: Avici Hell!

According to folklore in China, there are eighteen levels of "hell" where evil people go after death. The souls imprisoned there increase in number from the severity of their sins, with the eighteenth level housing the most heinous and unforgivable criminals, who are condemned to eternal damnation. Therefore, the eighteenth level is called "Avici Hell."

"Avici" means there is no boundary between space and time. The sinful souls cast into "Avici Hell" face only eternal pain and despair.

The underground prison of the "Mingyue Sect" dared to call itself "Hell of No Return" not because of any terrifying instruments of torture or inhumane methods of torture, but because the "Dark and Evil Land" recorded in the "Huangji Jingshi Dian"

was located directly beneath the main altar. Under the personal supervision of the renowned geomancer, "Divine Eye" Sikong, this fearsome prison was completed.

It is said that since the founding of the "Mingyue Sect," only six people have ever been imprisoned in this "Hell of No Return," all of whom were powerful heroes, leaders, and figures who dominated the martial arts world, capable of freezing water with their breath.

However, the longest anyone survived in this "Hell of No Return" was no more than thirty days.

Tu Qianqiu, the "Demon God" who once single-handedly wiped out over five hundred members of the "Yellow River Gang" and was known for his inability to sleep without killing at least ten people a day, only stayed inside for seven days before becoming a madman who couldn't even recognize his own parents.

The previous two abbots of the "Martial Arts Academy" had cultivated the "Withered Zen Mind Method" to the point of achieving the unity of the four phases of "glory, splendor, decay, and prosperity." It was said that their power was close to immortality. Master Kurong, who could survive for over a hundred days without food or drink, even when bound and buried in the ground, was the one who stayed in the "Hell of No Return" the longest, enduring a total of twenty-three days.

It is said that when the jailers of the "Netherworld Mountain Gate" found Master Kurong after twenty-three days, he was neither dead nor insane.

He had merely gouged out his own eyes, bit off all ten fingers of both hands, and severed all the meridians in his body, leaving him covered in blood. The reason he did not die was because the "Extinction and Rebirth" of the "Withered Zen Mind Method" left him a trace of vital energy, forcing him to continue enduring a "survival" pain even greater than death.

From the first day of being imprisoned in the "Hell of No Return," prisoners must endure the two most terrible forms of torture in the world.

Absolute darkness!!

Absolute silence.

In complete darkness and utter silence, even the strongest-willed person will gradually have their heart swallowed up and disappear in absolute darkness where time cannot be felt, without exception.

"Is my good disciple still 'there'?"

"Yes, today is the seventh day."

"Oh, it has exceeded my original expectations. It seems that my disciple really wants to find enlightenment this time."

"But is there no problem? Even a 'shadow' trained to coexist with darkness since childhood cannot stay in the 'Hell of No Return' for more than five days."

"How can my disciple be compared with such a 'human tool' for consumption?"

"Yes, Yama, please calm down, it was my mistake." He swallowed. But what kind of enlightenment does the third-ranked disciple in the world hope to find by locking himself in the absolute darkness of the 'Hell of No Return'?"

"What kind of enlightenment he hopes to find, only he himself knows. But..."

"A large part of his desire to become stronger is for my spoiled and willful runaway daughter, that much is certain."

In the "Hell of No Return," the endless darkness, like thick, unyielding ink, clung tightly to the body of the third-ranked person in the world. The chaotic sense of disorder accompanying the darkness had, in the past few days, largely taken over the third-ranked person's will. The reason it hadn't completely collapsed, just like the one who first severed the "Yama Emperor" Jun Nitian's limbs, was because of the beautiful and proud figure entrenched deep within his heart.

"Are you satisfied?"

"I'll be satisfied when you're dead!"

"I'm sorry! I can't die now, and you didn't tell the truth. Even if you kill me, you still won't be truly satisfied." Yes

! What Tianjiao truly desires isn't my death; the person she truly wants to kill is… And me? Can I fulfill her wishes?

The person I should truly kill is… I must kill! Yes: …Deserves to kill… Kill the one who deserves to die! Let Tianjiao fall into my arms! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill! Kill!

"It's been eight days already."

"Has the Third Under Heaven still not come out?"

"No! According to the news from the jailer, he was amputated in half an hour and has already left 'Hell of No Return'." "

Oh! Has my disciple finally found the enlightenment he sought? But why didn't he come to see me immediately?"

"According to the disciple's report, the first place the Third Under Heaven went after his release was the Hidden Knife Hall within the 'Martial Arts Gathering of the World'."

"What is he doing there... Yi Haofei?"

The 'Martial Arts Gathering of the World' is where "Yan Huang" Jun Nitian collects martial arts manuals, divine weapons, and rare artifacts from various sects. Some of the items in this collection were "voluntarily" donated by various sects; others "naturally" became part of the collection after being wiped out by Jun Yan Huang. However, regardless of whether these items were obtained through trickery or force, with the power of the number one person in the world plus the strength of the number one sect of the Demonic Path, the collection of the 'Martial Arts Gathering of the World' quickly surpassed the collections of the Taishi Family and even the Imperial Dynasty within five years of its establishment. And this is the importance of strength.

Because the martial arts gathering housed a mountain of important items, only Jun Hehuang himself, his eldest disciple Tianxia Sandi, and another "nameless" person could freely enter and exit this forbidden area within the entire "Mingyue Sect."

Eight days after Tianxia Sandi imprisoned himself in the "Infernal Hell," having supposedly gained some "insight," the first thing he did upon release was not to report to his master, who had waited for him for over a week, but instead to come to the completely unrelated "Martial Arts Gathering." What was the reason for this?

Unlike the rich collections of other categories in the "Martial Arts Collection," the so-called "Hidden Sword Hall" was merely a simple, unadorned stone pavilion. Early in the morning, the surrounding area was a verdant garden, a tapestry of countless scenes. Unfortunately, in the very center of the pavilion hung a thick-backed sword, its form completely obscured by layers of iron chains, ruining the picturesque beauty of the garden.

The Third-Ranked Swordsman, dragging his heavy steps, arrived at the pavilion. He stopped, his eyes devoid of any human emotion other than cold indifference. Gazing at the thick-backed sword bound and suspended within the pavilion, he murmured something indescribable:

"'Heavenly Will Sword'... I never thought I'd have to use you one day."

"My good disciple, would you like to borrow your master's sword?"

A calm yet supremely authoritative voice entered from behind. The Third Under Heaven involuntarily trembled. Before he could turn around, a magnificent, imposing, and awe-inspiring man, radiating a demonic and captivating power, appeared beside the stone pavilion.

His eyes seemed to hold the depths of the cosmos, his gaze unconcerned with anything in the world, so mysterious and profound, as if transcending all living beings. An

overwhelming sense of horror surged within the Third Under Heaven. The voice he had just heard… Li Mingming clearly came from behind him, and the third-ranked player in the world could also feel his master "walking" past him, yet he couldn't detect any fluctuations in the airflow. With his current cultivation level, this should be impossible.

But the fact was undeniable.

Those with this ability could be no more than three people in the entire world, and one of them, Hua Yueding, was his master, the number one player in the world—"Yan Huang" Jun Nitian!

Twenty years hadn't left a trace of hardship on the face of this number one player in the world. His face remained as handsome and chiseled as ever, with distinct features and enchanting eyes that radiated a mysterious light. He first glanced indifferently at the Third Under Heaven, then a strange smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Disciple, you have already broken through to the fifteenth level of 'Hellwalk'? Congratulations indeed."

The Third Under Heaven's gaze finally betrayed his will, revealing a look of surprise. Since his return to the "Mingyue Sect," his master had been undergoing his routine secluded cultivation, and then he had confined himself to the "Infernal Hell." For the past ten days or so, the master and disciple had not exchanged a single word. Now, Jun Ni... With just a glance, Tian had discerned the progress in his skills, and this insight alone filled him with utter admiration.

Standing before this contemporary master of martial arts, he felt like a helpless child, utterly unable to conceal his true intentions, and completely at ease speaking freely to this "family member" who was both teacher and father.

Jun Nitian glanced at the Third Master of the World only once, then turned away, hands behind his back, and asked, "Disciple, have you seen my two unworthy children?"

The Third Master of the World trembled, his heart churning like a raging storm, and it took him a long time to utter those two awkwardly choked words.

"Yes."

Jun Nitian suddenly burst into a long laugh, his tone devoid of any emotion, saying, "Judging from your appearance, my two unworthy children must have caused you a lot of trouble."

The Third Under Heaven was completely at a loss for words. Having been raised by Jun Nitian from a young age, he knew best the "King of Hell's" unpredictable nature. One moment he would be all smiles with you, the next he would have ordered the execution of your entire family.

Jun Nitian suddenly whirled around, his handsome face expressionless, his deep, dark eyes, like distant black holes in a galaxy, blazing with an eerie light, meeting the Third Under Heaven's gaze like two sharp arrows. He coldly said, "The reason I took you as my disciple was because your willpower far surpassed that of ordinary people. To practice the 'Peerless Demon Blade,' you could cut off your own arm without batting an eye. This ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness are essential conditions for cultivating the 'Hell's Path.' But look at you now! Your will is unfocused, your mind confused, like..." If you were to encounter Di Shitian's disciple again, even if your skill had improved, you would die under his "Snow-Covering Blade Technique" within a hundred moves!

The Third Under Heaven felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and under Jun Nitian's piercing gaze, he felt as if he were naked and exposed to the cold wind and snow, with nothing to hide.

Jun Nitian's gaze then shifted to the chain blade within the giant sword, revealing a cryptic smile, and he said calmly, "After I personally used this blade to behead the previous sect leader, your grandmaster 'Black Market' Nangong Po, this '

Heavenly Will Blade' has been sealed in the Hidden Blade Hall. Forty years have passed in the blink of an eye! Now my good disciple has again set his sights on this demonic blade, but I wonder whose fine head will suffer this time?"

The Third Under Heaven knew that this answer concerned his life and death. From the moment Jun Nitian appeared before him, he had been

subtly testing him with words and aura, because he suspected Jun Tian... After his encounter with Jiao, he had developed a disloyal heart towards "Mingyue Sect"—or rather, "Yanhuang" Jun Nitian himself. If that were true, he wouldn't live to see the sun rise tomorrow.

The Third Under Heaven regained his composure, took a deep breath, and slowly replied, word by word, "Disciple wishes to borrow the power of the 'Heavenly Will Blade' to behead 'Heavenly King' Di Shitian."

Jun Nitian laughed loudly, his voice as clear as the clouds.

The bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating the solitary, haggard figure of Jun Tianxie. He walked along the desolate mountain path, seemingly wandering aimlessly at first glance. However, those with keen eyesight could see that his path was actually a unique anti-tracking technique used by the "Hunter" group. After

traveling for half a day from the outer edge of the "Ring Mountain Range," he was now very close to the entrance of the "Sea of Trees." The ground he was walking on could no longer be considered a "path," but was covered with protruding tree roots. No matter how careful he was, he could easily trip and fall.

Countless towering ancient trees... The canopy, like a parasol, obscured the stars and moon, creating an eerie feeling of transitioning from faint light to absolute darkness. Even with Jun Tianxie's boundless courage, a chill ran down his spine, and he almost chickened out.

While brushing away the vines binding him, he muttered to himself, "This place is no place for humans. I really admire how he can stay here so long..." He

tilted his head to clear his thoughts, his voice trembling with confusion, "Strange! According to past practice, the moment I stepped into the woods, that guy should know someone's coming. Is he just sleeping...?"

Just as he was pondering this, a sharp, hoarse scream, filled with fear and the agony of death, ripped through the darkness. Jun Tianxie paused, and before he could react, another equally piercing scream came from the same spot, this time much shorter, as if death had snatched the victim's life in an instant.

"Someone actually dared to trespass into the 'Sea of Trees' to provoke that guy? Are they tired of living or have a death wish?"

His questioning gaze locked onto the penetrating darkness below. "Evil Nirvana" adjusted his life force to synchronize with the vegetation and cautiously ventured deeper into the forest.

Following the pungent, acrid smell of blood, as his eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light of the forest, the sudden opening up of the landscape astonished him.

What should have been an incredibly dense forest had been transformed, as if swept away by an unprecedented storm, into a barren, rocky landscape within a hundred-foot radius. And the source of this storm was a contest of strength between two people.

Jun Tianxie immediately recognized one of them as the Tree Sea Strange Man, whom he had met several times before and who was also the purpose of his trip. The other one was fighting fiercely with the Strange Man. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, was fat, and looked like a merchant, but his narrow eyes flashed with a strange and cunning light. In addition, the strange energy of ice and fire combined when he attacked made Jun Tianxie, who was very familiar with the hundred sects of the demonic path, almost shout out loud.

"It's actually the Lord of the Underworld!" Ksitigarbha "Demon Buddha"?!

Scanning the surroundings from the eye of the storm, the magnificent palanquin, once a symbol of the Underworld Lord's regal procession, was now a pile of broken planks and rubble. Two of the "Four Beauties" who were inseparable from the Demon Buddha had been reduced to mangled remains, their once beautiful faces now just bloody, mangled pieces. The two shrill screams from before were clearly from this. The remaining two beauties, whose identities as "Dharma," "Heaven," "Flower," and "Fruit" were unknown, were only able to defend themselves and could no longer contribute to the battle.

Jun Tianxie's astonishment was beyond words. Although he knew the Tree Sea's strange beings were strong, the current force was Ksitigarbha "Demon Buddha," one of the three giants of the Demonic Sect, plus the power of the Four Beauties, yet they clearly couldn't gain the upper hand. Half of the four beauties were dead. No one would believe it if he told them.

"This guy is ridiculously strong. Even 'King Yama' Jun Nitian might not be this capable. Is this guy even human?"

Jun Tianxie was unaware that his bitter smile mirrored the feelings of Mo Tuofo. Since mastering the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire," only a handful of heroes in the world could withstand ten of his moves. Looking across the righteous and wicked, only a handful could compare to him, "Ksitigarbha." Yet, unexpectedly, within this "Sea of Trees," he encountered this freak with unbelievably high martial arts skills. Even with his unparalleled cultivation and the power of his personal concubine, he couldn't gain the upper hand—no! He was actually at a disadvantage!

The world is indeed vast, full of hidden talents and powerful figures.

Mo Tuofo's greasy face was devoid of any smile. His confidence as one of the strongest masters of the Demonic Sect made him unable to tolerate the stalemate any longer. He suddenly roared, "You two step back! I'm going to deal with this bastard myself!" "

Oh! It's going to be a fight to the death!" "

Under Jun Tianxie's eager gaze, the Demon Buddha's hands suddenly took on a strange appearance: the left hand was ice-blue, and the right hand was fiery red. This was a symbol of the ultimate power of the 'Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire' technique. The raging fire and the hidden ice flowed, and the yin and yang worked together like bricks and tiles stacked on top of each other, striking the Stranger with earth-shattering power.

The Stranger's originally desolate and lonely eyes suddenly became fervent and he murmured, 'Oh... this move is worthy of my seriousness! You should feel honored to see me make a proper move again after sixty years.'" "

The strange man simultaneously unleashed both hands, his right hand transforming into a celestial sword that defied the heavens, and his left palm condensing into a deadly blade that disregarded life and death. They emanated a similar aura to Ding Shenzhao, but a hundred times stronger, their power seemingly capable of piercing the universe. The 'Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire's' fiery and icy energy was instantly devoured and annihilated, its remaining force surging back towards the Demon Buddha.

The Demon Buddha never imagined he would face such a predicament, but in his dire situation, he couldn't care less. He could only gather all his remaining ice and fire energy into his palms, forming a shield, seeking not merit, but self-preservation.

'Boom!'

After a massive tremor, the Demon Buddha's enormous body was sent flying dozens of feet away before regaining his footing. His face was pale and flushed. Two beautiful women rushed forward with concern, asking, 'Is the Lord of the Manor alright?'

The Demon Buddha's fierce eyes locked onto the strange man, like two venomous flies, but finally, he stamped his foot and sighed, 'Let's go!'" "

No one expected that 'Earth Treasury' Demon Buddha, one of the three great giants of the Demonic Sect, would one day suffer a humiliating defeat. However, when the impossible becomes a reality, no matter how abrupt the feeling, there is no choice but to accept it. After all, defeat is never as bad as death, where there is no chance of ever recovering. Strangely, the victorious side seemed to be relentlessly pursuing the fleeing enemy, allowing Demon Buddha and his two companions to escape right before their eyes. Jun Tianxie secretly gloated, saying, 'I never thought that the Lord of the Underworld, who is on par with the Old Ghost, would one day be defeated and forced to flee in such a sorry state. It seems that my investment in Ding Shenzhao was indeed the right choice.'

This smugness was short-lived. A gray shadow appeared before his eyes, and the strange man had miraculously landed in front of him. He was so frightened that he stepped back and almost fell. At the same time, he heard a cold, sharp voice say, 'You didn't bring your friends with you?'" "

Jun Tianxie patted his chest like a frightened rabbit, still shaken, and said, "Senior actually managed to drive away the Lord of the Underworld, Mo Tuofo, one of the three great demonic sects. I've seen quite a few experts in my life, but none of them can compare to half of your power."

Jun Tianxie's flattery had no effect on the Yiren, who remained indifferent, saying, "Enough nonsense! Where is Ding Shenzhao?"

Jun Tianxie stammered, "My brother... he's been captured again. I came here today to discuss a solution with you."

The Yiren's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he fixed Jun Tianxie on him, saying coldly, "Captured again...! Is he your brother or mine?" "If you can't even protect your own 'brothers,' what use are you to me in this world...?!"

Jun Tianxie was startled and stepped back, waving his hand and saying, "There's a reason for this, senior, please let me explain..."

"I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore, go to hell and tell King Yama!"

"Wait!" Seeing that the strange man was about to make his move, Jun Tianxie had no choice but to play his trump card.

"Killing me is not difficult, but in doing so, you will forever lose the chance to find your bloodline descendants."

The strange man suddenly trembled, his killing intent dissipating in an instant. "What did you say?!"

Jun Tianxie knew he had bet on the right horse, but he still dared not show too much pride, lest he anger this capricious eccentric. "Originally, I was just guessing, but only after you displayed the same sword and saber technique as Shenzhao and showed your divine power did I dare to confirm your identity." The strange man showed a strange expression and said calmly, "Tell me, who do you think I am?"

Jun Tianxie smiled wickedly and said leisurely: "Two hundred and fifty years ago, the number one expert in the world, 'Heavenly Sword and Absolute Saber' Ding Chenyi." " Chapter 1

of Volume 6

: Heavenly Sword and Peerless Saber.

In the 192nd year of the Xuanwu Calendar, approximately 150 years ago, a peerless swordsmanship prodigy emerged in the martial arts world. His name was Ding Chenyi. With his self-created 'Wind Saber and Frost Sword

,' he defeated all rivals, earning the title 'Heavenly Sword and Peerless Saber' and being listed among the ten grandmasters of the martial arts world's highest honor, the 'Investiture of the Gods.' Ding Chenyi's origins were unremarkable. Legend has it that he had fifty-five masters, but these masters were all unknown martial artists in the martial arts world. Even when he wanted to become a disciple of the 'Martial Arts Academy,' they rejected him because of his mediocre talent..." He was rejected on the grounds that his martial arts skills were too low.

However, Ding Chenyi was not one to give up easily. Even the most precious jade is just an inconspicuous rough stone before it is polished and refined. If no one has the eye to appreciate it, he will forge it himself! Although his fifty-five masters were all second- or third-rate low-level fighters, Ding Chenyi laid a solid foundation in martial arts during his apprenticeship. Coupled with his own amazing talent, he finally created a martial art that was both the best style for his own character and the most suitable for his own path. Only then did the martial arts world gain a dazzling martial star who was skilled in both swords and sabers.

The name "Heavenly Sword Absolute Saber" Ding Chenyi had become a legend of his time by the time he was thirty. No one could last seven moves against him. The only exceptions were "Absolute Sword Startling the Rainbow" Wei Tianqing and "Proud Roaring Overlord Saber" Wei Lang. The two of them joined forces, their swords and sabers working in perfect harmony, and withstood eleven moves from Ding Chenyi's "Wind Saber and Frosty Sword".

Then the Absolute Sword broke and the Overlord Saber shattered. Wei Tianqing and Wei Lang never spoke of martial arts again.

After this battle, Ding Chenyi's fame soared to the pinnacle of his life, but it also made him taste the bitterness of "invincibility is loneliness, and the higher you climb, the colder it gets." No one could challenge him in martial arts anymore! How cruel this was for someone so passionate about martial arts!

Desperate for a worthy opponent but unable to find one, the melancholy Ding Chenyi soon disappeared from the martial arts world. Some said he retreated into seclusion, others said he contracted an incurable disease... In short, there were many rumors, but in the martial arts world, where bubbles rise and fall every day like the ocean, "after three autumns, the martial arts world quickly forgets you!" Even the most illustrious achievements, after three years, become nothing more than idle gossip in teahouses.

Ding Chenyi had no hobbies other than martial arts, nor was there any record of him having a favorite woman. He left no disciples or heirs, and his "Wind Blade and Frost Sword" became a legendary tale, while the "Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade" remained only as a legend of "dual swords and blades" after a hundred generations. Fast

forward 150 years, and today, in a time when "one should not enter the Tree Sea," Jun Tianxie surprisingly tells the strange man in the Tree Sea that the latter was none other than the greatest martial artist of over a hundred years ago—"Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade" Ding Chenyi! But if the strange man is truly Ding Chenyi, wouldn't he be nearly two hundred years old? Even though martial arts masters can overcome physical limitations and have an average lifespan higher than ordinary people, they can never escape the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death. However, the strange man's reaction seems to confirm Jun Tianxie's guess. Could this strange man in the Tree Sea really be Ding Chenyi? Is it possible that someone in the world can truly live forever?

The strange figure's words to Jun Tianxie stirred up memories. Looking up at the unobstructed starry sky, he let out a long sigh and said,

"'Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade' Ding Chenyi, how many years has it been since I've heard anyone call me by that name!"

Jun Tianxie said, "Senior, you should have known he was your descendant when you first met Shenzhao, so why didn't you acknowledge him?"

"How could I tell him? Should I just tell him I'm his ancestor?" A bitter smile appeared on Ding Chenyi's face, which resembled the bark of an old tree. This was the first time Jun Tianxie had seen him with such a human expression.

"Shenzhao doesn't know he's the only surviving descendant of 'Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade,' and I think it's better for him not to know. It's better for him that way." Jun

Tianxie remained silent upon hearing this. In terms of understanding the ways of the world, he and Ding Shenzhao could never match Ding Chenyi, even if they chased each other their entire lives. There was no need to argue with him on this point.

Knowing that Ding Chenyi's killing intent had subsided, Jun Tianxie's gossipy nature resurfaced, and he asked,

"According to the records of famous martial artists in the Taishi family, it seems that you, senior, have no descendants or successors. So, who exactly is Shenzhao...?"

Ding Chenyi glanced at Jun Tianxie but didn't press him about how a mere youth could see the Taishi family's confidential files. Instead, he said in a tone filled with reminiscence and pain,

"Back then, I was sorry... Yunniang!" "She doesn't want our child to be recognized by the family, and I will never blame her..."

Jun Tianxie knew that the relationship between Ding Chenyi and this woman named "Yunniang" must have been another messy affair. Ding Chenyi was obsessed with martial arts, and his feelings for women were inevitably neglected and indifferent. The fate of Yunniang and her child was predictable. By the time Ding Chenyi realized his conscience and regretted it, it was too late.

Originally, this was someone else's family matter, and Jun Tianxie would not and disdain to interfere. However, since he needed a favor, he had to put on a serious face and said in a gentle and emotional tone:

"This junior believes that Madam Ding has never truly blamed you, otherwise she wouldn't have allowed the child to still have your surname."

Ding Chenyi's body trembled violently, and he murmured in disbelief and confusion:

"Is it true...? Yunniang... Grandma is willing to let the child take the surname Ding... Is it really a sign that she doesn't hate me...?"

"Yes! It must be like that." "Jun Tianxie pressed his advantage.

Ding Chenyi suddenly looked at Jun Tianxie without saying a word, his eyes flashing with a light as if they had regained their spirit. Jun Tianxie secretly thought to himself that he was in a bad mood. Could it be that he had gone too far in stirring up trouble and made this hundred-year-old demon angry?

"What's wrong with Shenzhao now?"

Fortunately, Ding Chenyi didn't seem to have any intention of attacking immediately, but his restrained tone meant that the volcano was about to erupt at any moment.

Jun Tianxie didn't dare to be negligent and immediately relayed Ding Shenzhao's experience to him word for word, of course omitting the part about how he had injured his "brother".

Ding Chenyi's face darkened after listening, and he said angrily:

"What a 'Sword Tower'! How dare you keep tampering with the Grand Duke Jupiter! If I had known, I shouldn't have held back back then. I should have demolished that dilapidated building long ago!" "

Under heaven, only 'Yanhuang' Jun Nitian and Ding Chenyi before me possess such arrogant strength. Even 'Tianwang' or 'Dizang' are still a step behind.

" Lou Xueyi, you pretty boy! You dare to lay a finger on my 'things'? I'll make sure you suffer a bloody fate, or I'll change my name." Just as Jun

Tianxie was making his smug plans, Ding Chenyi seemed to have a telepathic connection and spoke first:

"Don't think your tricks have succeeded. I will not and cannot step out of this sea of trees. If you want to rescue Shenzhao, you'll have to rely on your own strength."

Jun Tianxie's smug smile immediately turned into a bitter smile and froze on his face. "My ancestor! It's not that I'm unwilling to rescue Shenzhao, but 'Sword Tower' has too many people and too much power. Shenzhao doesn't even recognize his good brother like me anymore. How can you expect me to rescue him?" Ding Chenyi said calmly, “

You are the one who said all the things, you are the one who wanted to save people, and you are the one who failed to save people. You dare not provoke the Sword Tower but come to me instead... Could it be that you think I am easier to deal with than those vulgar swordsmen of the Sword Tower?” "

Without deliberately emphasizing his tone, Ding Chenyi's imposing presence and aura completely suppressed Jun Tianxie, making him like a frog under a snake's gaze, afraid to even breathe.

What even the 'King of Hell' Jun Nitian couldn't do, Ding Chenyi accomplished without lifting a finger—making Jun Tianxie truly tremble! He had always been confident in his ability to escape unscathed, relying on his cultivation and exceptional wisdom, no matter the dire circumstances. But facing the 'Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade' before him, that confidence vanished like a bird with wings, flying far away.

In other words, if Ding Chenyi truly wanted to kill him, he would have died countless times already! He

inwardly lamented his mistake in choosing the wrong backer, but forced himself to speak: 'This junior understands. My previous idea of relying on you, senior, was foolish. True brothers should be able to share life and death. I will set off for the 'Sword Tower' now. If I cannot rescue Shenzhao this time, I will give my life to them!'"

Seeing Jun Tianxie, who was about to turn and leave with a passionate and indignant air, Ding Chenyi suddenly called out to him,

"Wait a minute." "Ha! If inciting him doesn't work ,

I'll use a self-inflicted injury. Even if you, this freak, are over two hundred years old, once I find your weakness, you'll be helplessly caught in my scheme."

Completely hiding his smugness, Jun Tianxie gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, excitedly saying,

"Senior, there's no need to say anything more. I've made up my mind to succeed or die trying this time. Only in this way can I prove my loyalty to Shenzhao!"

Ding Chenyi said calmly, "I'm not trying to stop you, but before rescuing Shenzhao, your little life still has value. It can't be sacrificed in vain." Jun

Tianxie turned around, furious, but before he could even begin to curse, Ding Chenyi had already struck first. A tangible, transparent "sword" pierced through his chest, then vanished into thin air three feet behind him.

Jun Tianxie stared wide-eyed, clutching his chest, and stammered,

"What... what happened...?"

When that "sword" just passed through his body, he instinctively activated his protective true qi to defend himself, but the force emitted by the opponent was like smoke passing through a net, unable to even defend against the "Nullification" technique of Nirvana True Qi. Although it did not cause any substantial damage, it left behind something inexplicable.

Ding Chenyi seemed to turn into a wooden statue, and after a while, he opened his eyes and whispered:

"I have planted my natal sword soul in your body. With it protecting you, even if you are surrounded by the world's top experts, it will not be easy to take your life."

Not daring to show his joy immediately, Jun Tianxie asked cautiously:

"What is a 'sword soul'?"

Ding Chenyi said: "It is a sword technique where the swordsman's cultivation has reached the highest level, transcending the barrier of 'the heart is the sword,' leaving only the purest sword spirit. You are not a swordsman, so you won't understand even if I explain it to you more." "

Although I don't quite understand, it sounds incredibly powerful. Doesn't this give me an invincible protective charm? This trip was definitely worthwhile."

Jun Tianxie was too happy too soon, because Ding Chenyi continued,

"The sword soul planted in your body is directly connected to my intelligence. If you fail to rescue me or do anything underhanded, I will let me know. With just a thought, the 'sword soul' will transform into tangible sword energy and take your life. You'd better watch yourself."

Jun Tianxie's face immediately turned more bitter than a bitter gourd as he said, "There's no need to go to such lengths, my ancestor."

A sly smile even appeared on Ding Chenyi's strange face with its interwoven tree patterns as he said,

"You're too cunning, kid. I can only control you by doing this."

Jun Tianxie smiled bitterly, "Actually, senior, you don't need to do this. It's my duty to rescue Brother Ding..." Ding

Chenyi interrupted him impatiently, "If that's really the case, then the 'Sword Soul' within you is only beneficial and harmless. What are you still worried about? Stop talking nonsense and get out there to save him! If I don't see a complete and healthy member of the Ding family appear before me within a month, don't blame me for activating the 'Heavenly Heart Soul Sword' to take your life!"

Jun Tianxie clicked his tongue, "A month?!"

Ding Chenyi glared at him and said, "It is a month. Saving lives is like putting out a fire. Do you think I can bargain with you? I'll give you one last chance. Before I change my mind and activate the Sword Soul, get as far away from me as possible!"

Upon hearing this, Jun Tianxie dared not linger. He turned and fled as if his life depended on it, the sound of Ding Chenyi's voice, more mocking than commanding, echoing in his ears: "

Remember, bring Ding Shenzhao back to me within a month, or your life will be in danger..."

What a pointless pretext! Jun Tianxie could only shake his head helplessly.

The "Twelve Swords Alliance," as its name suggests, was a sect composed of twelve swordsmen. Among the countless sects and gangs in the martial world, the "Twelve Swords Alliance" was not particularly renowned, and it lacked any exceptionally skilled swordsmen. However, this small organization maintained a basic code of chivalry. The swordsmen within the alliance still willingly upheld the principle of "helping the weak and punishing the strong," a concept gradually forgotten in the modern martial world. Because of this, the "Twelve Swords Alliance," despite its limited power, enjoyed a certain reputation and respect in the righteous path.

Unfortunately, it was precisely this respect that became the reason for the bloodbath against the Swords Alliance today.

"Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

A young man covered in blood, carrying a sword, stumbled into the Sword Alliance, his voice hoarse with panic. But due to exhaustion, he slipped and fell to the ground as soon as he stepped across the threshold.

"Dizhi!"

A figure flashed, and a burly yet composed man in plain clothes caught the young man before he collapsed. He then used his fingers to press fifteen acupoints on the young man's body, simultaneously channeling his inner energy to heal him, temporarily averting the young man's imminent death.

Seeing the young man's pale, trembling face, still struggling to speak, a trace of sorrow flashed across the man's resolute face.

"Dizhi, don't panic! Speak slowly." The sword-wielding youth was Earthly Branch, the lowest-ranking swordsman in the "Twelve Swords Alliance, "

while the seemingly leader-like man in plain clothes was Heavenly Stem, the leader of the "Twelve Swords Alliance." Looking at his sworn brother's pale face as he lay dying, his eyes filled with tears, he cried out in grief and indignation:

"Twelfth Brother! Who has wounded you like this?"

Earthly Branch's blood-stained lips trembled slightly, unable to speak.

"Tears...it's the Tearful Man...he suddenly appeared...Third Brother and Fifth Brother have already been...killed by him...he's coming this way now...Go...! Go quickly..."

"The Tearful Man?!" "

Tian Gan was startled upon hearing this.

Recently, a mysterious and skilled swordsman had appeared in the martial arts world. In just over ten days, he had stirred up a bloody storm. The 'Warmhearted Gang,' 'Black Robe Alliance,' 'Blue Sky Society,' and 'Earth Sect,' all reputable and powerful sects, were wiped out overnight by this mysterious master, leaving no survivors! According to testimonies passed down from survivors, this mysterious master appeared to be young, wearing a tearful mask to conceal his features, hence the nickname 'Tearful Killer.'

Young, male, skilled in swordsmanship—all clues pointed to the recently infamous 'Sword Master Ding Shenzhao'! However, lacking direct and compelling evidence, and with the victims all being from gangs outside the righteous alliance, the seven major sects had not actively pursued the killer.

Now, the Tearful Killer's target was the 'Twelve Sword Alliance'!

'Big Brother! Twelfth Brother!'

'What's going on?' " At this moment ,

two more people rushed out of the hall, namely "Seven Luminaries," ranked seventh, and "Ten Directions," ranked tenth. Seeing the scene inside, their eyes widened in fury. They rushed to Tiangan's side, their emotions surging with excitement as they looked at Dizhi, who was now half-covered in blood.

Before Tiangan could reply, suddenly, with a "whoosh!" three black figures shot in from outside the door. Seven Luminaries, the fastest among the twelve swordsmen, shouted and drew his sword "Seven Stars." Fearing attacks from the enemies outside with firearms, he dared not unleash his full sword intent, using the extremely gentle "Goose Feather Can Float" technique to slowly deflect the three incoming attacks, revealing a superior level of swordsmanship.

However, when the three inside the hall saw the true forms of the attackers, their eyes widened in horror, and their hearts trembled violently.

"Third Brother! Fifth Brother! Eleventh Brother!" The three

objects that flew in from outside the door were three bloodstained heads! They were still warm to the touch, indicating that they had been cut off not long ago. The identities of these three dead men were none other than the third, fifth, and eleventh ranked members of the "Twelve Sword Alliance," namely "Sancai," "Wuxing," and "Zichou"!

"Third Brother! Fifth Brother! Even the eleventh brother..." "

Upon witnessing his comrades' brutal deaths before his eyes, Dizhi could no longer suppress his emotions and coughed up blood before fainting.

Although Dizhi was unconscious, his surviving and conscious companions had to face the cruel reality. Three faces, twisted with grief and anger, stared at the person slowly walking into the hall.

The bronze mask reflected an inorganic luster, its features sculpted into lifelike crying faces, adding an eerie quality. A teardrop-shaped protrusion appeared beside each eye, hence the name 'Tearful Man.'

A pair of swords, slanted into a cross shape on his back, exuded a strange sense of awe. The expressionless mask conveyed no murderous intent, yet a nauseatingly strong smell of blood lingered, like a soul-reaping messenger from hell.

'Tearful Man!'

Shifang stared at the empty pupils behind the mask, uttering each word through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to swallow the other's voice whole."

Tiangan, being the leader of the Twelve Swordsmen, though also witnessing the tragic deaths of his sworn brothers, remained rational despite his rage. His tiger-like eyes blazed with fury as he stared at the newcomer and said in a deep voice,

"May I ask, sir! What deep-seated hatred do we, the 'Twelve Swordsmen Alliance,' have against you that requires such ruthless methods to deal with my sworn brothers…?"

He choked back tears as he spoke of his sorrow.

The tearful man remained silent, but the oppressive aura that was so overwhelming it was almost suffocating never subsided. Suddenly, he reached over and slowly drew his sword from his back, instantly illuminating the hall with a brilliant light.

"Brother! What's the point of wasting words with this murderer? Let's kill him together and avenge Third Brother and the others!" "

Among the Twelve Swordsmen, Shi Fang was the most impulsive. Seeing the murderer who slaughtered his brothers right before his eyes, how could he possibly restrain himself? His red eyes flashed as he drew his sword, a dazzling silver light shooting towards the throat of the tearful man.

The Twelve Swordsmen were all first-rate swordsmen, and Shi Fang's sword strike, unleashed in fury, possessed extraordinary power. It was a simple, unpredictable strike, a sharp, piercing blow, purely for killing, for revenge!

Unfortunately, in terms of fighting to the death, his opponent was far superior. A blood-soaked blade swept away the sword's momentum, followed by a deadly strike from his right hand, like a crane's peck, leaving a small hole the size of a coin in Shi Fang's throat. The latter flew backward, blood splattering, eyes wide open, mouth agape, but unable to utter a single word.

'Tenth Brother!!'" Qi

Yao caught Shi Fang and held him in his arms. Looking at his sworn brother's dying, agonizing face, his heart ached. In contrast, Tian Gan, standing to the side, seemed frozen like a clay statue, devoid of any emotion or grief.

Anger and sorrow would only cloud a swordsman's calm judgment in battle. Facing the formidable skill that the Tearful Man had just displayed, Tian Gan, as the leader of the Twelve Swordsmen, knew very well that in today's battle, if he couldn't concentrate fully, any distraction would lead to a fate similar to his... Like several sworn brothers,

they died on the spot!

Tiangan slowly drew his sword, his gaze sweeping across the room as if it were a tangible yet intangible sword. Though he remained silent, the murderous aura in the hall instantly intensified the moment he drew his sword.

A bloody battle was about to erupt!

Chapter Two: Swords Broken, Men Die,

Sword Light Erupts.

Unexpectedly, the first to attack was neither Tiangan nor Qiyao, nor even the taciturn, tearful masked man, but rather the ninth-ranked dual-sword master of the "Twelve Sword Alliance"—Jiugui—who had been lying in ambush in the hall!

"You dog! Give me back my brothers' lives!"

A silver-like sword light cascaded down from the beams and pillars, figures gliding like bats in the night, each wielding a long and a short sword. The fierce swordplay intertwined to create a dazzling silver net, concealing cruel death behind the brilliance.

"Ninth Brother! Come back, don't fight him alone!" "

Tian Gan was arguably the one most knowledgeable about the situation, but even he couldn't make Jiu Gui retract his sword strike, just as an arrow shot can't turn back. The Tearful Man stood motionless, seemingly oblivious to the enemy's sword strikes. But as the sword shadow approached, he simultaneously unleashed his sword and saber, striking first despite being behind! His sword, as swift as willow branches, and his saber, as powerful as waves, pierced through Jiu Gui's dense, fly-catching sword net, piercing his chest! His saber sliced through his dantian! The Twelve Sword Alliance had lost another swordsman!

"Ninth Brother!"

"Damn it! I'll fight you to the death!"

Qi Yao could no longer suppress his grief and anger, drawing his sword and launching a preemptive attack. His "Seven Star Sword" danced with a silvery light, unleashing a storm of power. While its momentum was intimidating, his fury exposed his weaknesses. Faced with the Tearful Man's unpredictable and swift swordplay, if Tian Gan hadn't intervened in time, the Yellow Springs would have gained another wronged soul of the Sword Alliance.

"Clang!" Tian

Gan parried the sword that the Tearful Man had intended to use to kill Qi Yao, but even so, the deflected sword still left a gruesome gash on his left arm. Qi Yao staggered back in pain, but the Tearful Man showed no sign of letting him go, turning his blade to strike again! Tian Gan gritted his teeth and unleashed his signature move, "Sword from Heaven," his sword intent flowing like the Yellow River from the heavens, protecting Qi Yao and blocking seven strikes in an instant. However, while he could protect others, he couldn't protect himself, and the Tearful Man seized an opening to slash him in the waist, blood gushing out and staining half of his body red.

Qi Yao cried out, "Brother!"

Tian Gan's face was pale, but he still tried to remain calm, saying, "I'm alright! Seventh brother, this fellow is incredibly powerful. We must work together to have any chance of winning! Don't act impulsively and end up losing your life instead of getting revenge." "

Qi Yao knew the situation was serious, and the Twelve Sword Alliance always took Tian Gan's orders as their head. Upon hearing this, he immediately composed himself, took a deep breath, and nodded, saying,

'I understand, brother. We absolutely cannot let this murderer leave our Sword Alliance today.'

Cold sweat dripped down Tian Gan's forehead, but a heroic smile that gave Qi Yao a strong sense of confidence appeared on his lips as he said,

'Of course.'"

Only a genius knows how uncertain he was about his own words. The "

Twelve Swords Alliance," aside from the five fallen in battle and the second and fourth ranked members, "Liangyi" and "Sixiang," away on official business, should still have "Liuhe" and "Bashen" guarding the back gate. Yet, with such a commotion in the main hall, they were nowhere to be seen. Tiangan knew his sworn brother was not one to neglect his duties, unless something too important had occurred to keep them occupied. Judging from the strength of the invading enemy, it was more likely he had met with misfortune!

Now was not the time for grief! Tiangan forced himself to focus on the formidable enemy before him. The tearful man who had killed five men still maintained a cold and resolute demeanor, his sword crossed and hanging low, like a void capable of swallowing everything.

He hadn't uttered a word.

Tiangan gripped his sword and suddenly said in a deep voice, "Seventh Brother!" "When your elder brother engages him, find a chance to escape and reunite with your sixth and eighth brothers. Tell the elders of the White Path Alliance's 'Council Hall' what happened today, and ask them to uphold justice."

Qi Yao's face changed drastically upon hearing this. "No! Elder brother, how can I abandon you and escape alone...?"

"You must do it!" Tian Gan said decisively, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "If we all perish, who will tell others the truth about today?"

"But..."

"This is an order! Don't you even listen to your elder brother?"

Qi Yao's eyes welled with tears, his whole body trembling with emotion.

"Seventh brother dares not... but... though we cannot be born in the same month and year, we wish to die in the same month and year! This is the promise we twelve brothers made when we swore brotherhood!"

Tian Gan never looked at his sworn brother; he didn't want Qi Yao to see the sorrow in his eyes.

"Stop being so hesitant and indecisive!" "The moment I strike, you must escape through the back door. Sixth and Eighth Brothers have likely encountered enemies as well. Your mission is to support them and preserve hope for the future revival of the 'Twelve Swords Alliance'!"

Reminded by Tian Gan's words, Qi Yao suddenly remembered his two brothers in the backyard. While he was still struggling with this thought, Tian Gan had already launched a preemptive attack, shouting,

"Go!"

Qi Yao's body trembled, his face hesitating several times before finally gritting his teeth, stamping his foot, and turning to flee towards the backyard.

Seeing his sworn brother finally obey and flee, Tian Gan smiled with relief, but it vanished quickly. A more serious expression appeared on his resolute face, and he unleashed his signature move, "Sword from Heaven!" The sword swirled in the air, drawing circles that encircled the tearful man, completely blocking his path and preventing him from pursuing Qi Yao.

The opponent was too strong; victory was impossible today. Tian Gan only hoped to perish together with this tearful man.

The expression behind the mask remained unchanged, wooden. His simple, unadorned swordplay possessed immense power, spreading out in swirling, piercing waves. His straightforward swordplay effortlessly inflicted countless wounds on Tian Gan. Although Tian Gan fought desperately, the difference in strength was too great, and the battle remained one-sidedly unfavorable.

Tian Gan gritted his teeth and fought a bloody battle, but despite his high spirits, the tearful man's swords seemed to be the embodiment of desolation and death. Each strike brought him an indescribable helplessness and emptiness, making him feel as if he were fighting against the "void." How could

a man defeat the void?

Therefore, Tian Gan could only die.

With a sudden movement of his right hand, the tearful man seemed to unleash a shower of stars, countless dazzling sword beams piercing through his body in an instant, scattering with Tiangan's blood and a mournful cry!

His resentful body collapsed into the pool of blood he had shed, his unfocused eyes still straining to concentrate on a single image, managing to squeeze out his last few words: "Seventh Brother…!" Finally, he closed his eyes and passed away.

The bronze-clad figure's eyes remained cold, silently and indifferently gazing at the corpse on the ground, as if none of this concerned him.

Qi Yao ran tearfully towards the backyard.

He had made up his mind that once he informed Liu He and Ya Shen Zheng Tang of the critical situation, he would immediately rush back to fight alongside Tiangan! Even in death, he would die with his brother!

Suddenly, a long, mournful howl echoed from the courtyard.

"Eighth Brother!"

Qi Yao's heart trembled; he recognized the voice as the howl of Ya Shen, the eighth brother of the "Twelve Sword Alliance"! He quickened his pace and rushed into the courtyard. Just then, a disheveled, blood-soaked swordsman stumbled into his arms. Qi Yao quickly caught him, not even bothering to examine his injuries, and asked,

"Eighth Brother! Why are you alone? Where is Sixth Brother?"

Tears streamed down Ba Shen's face. Before speaking, he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, choking out,

"Seventh Brother... enemies attacked... they're too strong, Sixth Brother... he's already..."

Hearing this, even though Qi Yao had been prepared, he couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow. Exhausted from the previous battle, his blood rushed to his head, and he almost fainted.

Finally, in his confused state, he remembered that Tian Gan was still fighting a bloody battle in the front hall. He forced himself to stay awake and asked,

"Eighth Brother, pull yourself together! Eldest Brother in the main courtyard has also encountered a powerful enemy. I need to go and reinforce him immediately! How many enemies did you encounter at the back gate? Do you know who they are?"

Ba Shen gasped, "Yes..."

Qi Yao suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen, followed by a strange sensation of warm liquid splashing onto him.

Qi Yao roared, unleashing a powerful palm strike at the man in his arms. But Yagami, having already landed his blow, had retreated far away. Qi Yao's attack failed to harm him. The blood-stained short sword reflected an eerie light in the moonlight, mirroring the sinister grin on Yagami's face—like a reaper from hell.

Qi Yao's face was deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down his back, blood seeping from between his fingers clutching his abdomen. Yet, he seemed oblivious, staring intently at his "brother," asking in a voice filled with the deepest despair:

"Why?"

Yagami had been prepared. He could face the most vicious insults, the bitter accusations of betrayal on his deathbed, even murderous glares. But Qi Yao's reaction was unexpectedly calm, his pupils filled only with a faint sorrow, even a hint of pity—pity for himself!

This enraged him.

Yagami brandished his sword, a hint of rage flashing across his bloodless face.

"You don't need to ask! I'm the traitor! I killed Sixth Brother too! The destruction of the 'Twelve Sword Alliance' is a foregone conclusion! No one can change it. I'm just going along with it."

Seven Luminaries coughed violently, blood staining his upper garment, but his gaze remained resolute as he glanced sideways at Yagami.

"Going along with it? Whose will? Who harbors such deep hatred for our Sword Alliance, insisting on annihilating us?"

Yagami sneered. "You don't need to know! In short, their power is far beyond what our small sect can contend with. If I didn't choose to cooperate, my fate would be the same as yours! I don't want to die, so I'll let you die."

Seven Luminaries shook his head, speaking as if he were meeting him for the first time.

"How can you do this to your elder brother?"

Yagami's expression changed, but he quickly regained his composure, saying, "He's already in dire straits, barely able to save himself, so what right does he have to care about me?"

Qiyao murmured, "I understand... so the sworn brotherhood we forged back then was nothing but bullshit to you..."

Yagami chuckled coldly, "I've said it before, of the eleven brothers, only you truly understand me."

Qiyao shook his head, "I don't understand you, I've never understood you, I'd rather have never known you."

Yagami said calmly, "For the sake of our brotherhood, I'm willing to let you die a peaceful death. End it yourself!"

Qiyao looked at the sword in his hand and smiled bitterly, "My brothers have all fought to the death, how can I choose the path of cowardly escape?"

"You're too badly injured, you're no match for me."

"Some battles in life are fought even when you know you're doomed to lose." As soon

as he finished speaking, Qiyao drew his sword and attacked Yagami.

He knew his injuries were too severe, and he had no hope of survival, but no matter what, he couldn't let this traitor who betrayed his friends get away with it! This first move was also his last! At least he would perish together with this villain!

The sword light shone brilliantly, its power as merciless as fire—his strongest and final move—Seven Emotions Burning Fire!

Fueled by his own life, the sword flames danced wildly in the void, seemingly threatening to devour Yagami.

However, as a fellow member of the "Twelve Sword Alliance," Yagami's understanding of this sword technique was no less than the user's, and with Qi Yao now at his limit, breaking this move was no difficult task!

Yagami smiled coldly, his sword flashing out like a swarm of snakes, the twisting sword light trembling in the air as it enveloped Qi Yao's sword fire—his signature sword technique—"Eight-Headed Serpent!"

The sword moved like a snake, piercing through the red flames, its "serpent body" coiling around and extinguishing the Seven Emotions Burning Fire from all sides, while its "fangs" delivered a fatal blow, leaving a gruesome bloodstain on Qi Yao's neck.

Qi Yao's desperate sword strike, fought with his life, ultimately failed to kill Yagami.

"Don't blame me, I had no choice."

Yagami looked at his brother's corpse on the ground, shook his head and sighed softly, his eyes filled with a mixture of contempt and sorrow.

"Well done! Brother Yagami, your mission is now perfectly accomplished, the General will be very pleased."

Yagami turned around at the sound of the voice, only to see a tall, elegant, and refined young nobleman in white robes suddenly appear in the courtyard, his warm and friendly smile like a gentle breeze.

"Young Marquis!" Yagami greeted the newcomer with a fawning smile, "You've come too."

"How could I not come?" The young nobleman in white—"Sword Marquis" Lou Xueyi—smiled gently, "If I didn't come, how would this drama end?"

Yagami was taken aback, thinking that Lou Xueyi's words were clearly an attempt to steal his credit, but "Sword Marquis" was his powerful backer and a favorite of his now-favored, and in a way he couldn't afford to offend, so he could only say:

"How could I trouble you, Young Marquis? The Sword Alliance is now wiped out. I will handle the cleanup flawlessly, leaving no room for error, so as not to fail the task entrusted to me by General Tang."

Lou Xueyi said with a smile, "Not a single survivor? No way! Brother Bashen must be mistaken. I clearly saw a living person when I came in from the backyard."

Bashen's expression changed. "Impossible! Liuhe is clearly dead by my sword..."

Lou Xueyi shook her head. "I have absolute faith in Brother Bashen's swordsmanship, and besides, that person wasn't your alliance's sixth swordsman."

Bashen said in a deep voice, "If it wasn't Liuhe, then who was it? Could it be that Second Brother or Fourth Brother returned?"

Lou Xueyi still shook her head. "It wasn't them either."

"Then who was it?"

Lou Xueyi said slowly, "That was..."

Bashen suddenly felt a sense of alarm, but it was too late. The sharp force of the attack was only noticed at the last moment; the attacker was definitely a top-tier expert!

Yagami only had time to feel a chill run down his spine before he was struck by a sword! The longsword pierced through his body with a "whoosh!" He cried out in pain and was about to swing his sword to retaliate when another sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen. A section of the blade had pierced right through his dantian!

The attacker was someone who wielded both sword and blade! So who else could be behind him at this moment besides "Tearful Man"? Yagami's eyes were bloodshot and seemed to bulge out as he stared at Lou Xueyi and said fiercely,

"It's you...?! You actually want to kill me! Why?"

Lou Xueyi's smile was still so approachable, and at this moment, it even seemed to carry a hint of shyness and apology.

“There was no other way. Didn’t you say there wasn’t a single survivor in the Sword Alliance? But Brother Yagami forgot to include yourself. With you dead too, the Twelve Sword Alliance is truly wiped out.”

“You…you’re so ruthless…!”

“To paraphrase what Brother Yagami just said,” Lou Xueyi said with a faint smile, “I had no choice. Please forgive me, Brother Yagami.”

After Lou Xueyi finished speaking, he flicked his finger lightly. The man with the tearful eyes behind him seemed to receive a command and “reunited” the swords inserted into Yagami’s body. The latter let out a bloodcurdling scream, but the man with the tearful eyes did not stop for a moment. In an instant, he had dismembered him into eight pieces!

As a result, Yagami, who betrayed his brother to save his own life, was the one who died the most tragically among the Twelve Sword Alliance.

Lou Xueyi smiled with his hands behind his back, as if he were taking a stroll in his own yard. He stepped over the bloodstains on the ground, walked to the man with the tearful eyes, and casually removed the latter’s mask, revealing a young, wooden, and empty handsome face. From those familiar features, there was no doubt that this person was none other than Ding Shenzhao, the "Sword Master"!

Lifting Ding Shenzhao's chin as if examining a work of art, Lou Xueyi leaned closer, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Meixie has truly forged a fine 'weapon' for me this time! The first stage is now complete, and the title of 'Tearful Star' is gradually gaining recognition. Next, it's time for the second stage—the 'Star Assassinating the Sword Saint' show..." "

The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, a new generation of suns changes the sky."

The same unfathomable, elegant smile remained, but this time, compared to the past few dozen days, Lou Xueyi's expression held a more confident and resolute air, as if everything was under her control.

Sister Tianjiao:

Urgent business to discuss, please come out for a meeting.

Brother Tianxie, Pen

Master Tianjiao, held a note with only a few words in her hand. This was the reason she was still lingering in this dilapidated temple near the "Martial Arts Academy" late at night. Her naturally heroic and graceful beauty, under the stars and moon, made her seem like a battle goddess descended to earth.

Without needing to specify the time or place, simply by sensing their shared bloodline, Jun Tianjiao knew her younger brother could pinpoint her location.

Her proud, aloof eyebrows twitched slightly as she stared at the handsome, almost otherworldly young man before her, a displeased expression on her face.

"You're late," she said.

Jun Tianxie bowed deeply, his voice soft and sincere. "I'm so sorry! Because you deliberately concealed your aura when you left the 'Martial Arts Academy,' it took me longer to find you. I'm truly sorry for keeping you waiting."

"A courtesy must have an ulterior motive!" Jun Tianjiao remained unmoved by Jun Tianxie's gentle persuasion, her expression still icy.

"Tell me your purpose! If it's to reclaim the favor from Black Prison Island, I'm prepared."

Jun Tianxie gave a thumbs-up, praising, "Sister Tianjiao is truly a heroine, quick-witted and outspoken. Then I won't beat around the bush and will speak frankly!"

"Sister Tianjiao, who is he?"

Just as Jun Tianxie was about to explain his purpose, a clear and melodious voice suddenly rang out from behind them. A bright, curious light shone in her eyes, like a star in the night sky. Her rosy cheeks exuded youthful innocence, and her wary gaze fell upon Jun Tianxie, yet she held unreserved admiration and affection for Jun Tianjiao.

Jun Tianxie was taken aback and asked, "And who are you?"

The girl in black gave Jun Tianxie a cute face and said unhappily,

"You don't even recognize me, 'Female Arrow' Sun Chuqian, the Heroine Sun? How dare you ask Sister Tianjiao to meet here?"

This was the first dramatic meeting between Jun Tianxie and, in some ways, one of his "natural enemies," "Female Arrow" Sun Chuqian.

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