【The Reflection of the Sword's Ridge】61

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2016/6/9 　　Chapter 61: A Narrow Escape and a Glimmer of Hope 　　Yan Feiyun only realized he had fallen into another trap when the dagger pierced his skin. 　　The enemy had sacrificed so many warriors to set this trap, showing they were truly willing to pay any price 　　to capture him. 　　At this moment, Yan Feiyun was already wounded on top of his injuries and was no match for Murong Meier, who had been recuperating for some time. Upon realizing that it was Meier who had ambushed him, he 　　immediately retreated hastily, flipping over and fleeing, avoiding unnecessary sacrifice. 　　Murong Meier didn't give chase, but just giggled and said, "Feiyun, run as fast as you can! This is a forest, 　　there's no cliff for you to jump off! Every step you take will leave a drop of blood, and it 　　will be incredibly easy for the Five Arts people to catch you! Just run as fast as you can!" 　　The cliff she mentioned was actually referring to the time Yan Feiyun was injured by Wu Xiaotian and jumped off a cliff. 　　The more charming her smile, the colder Yan Feiyun felt. Although he knew there would be pursuers, he could only wait and see 　　. 　　Murong Meier wasn't the only one watching Yan Feiyun disappear into the distance; Hu Tu Nitian also emerged from the forest 　　. He hadn't bandaged the knife wound on his face, only stopped the bleeding and wiped away the bloodstains. 　　The ugly scar on his face made him look even more ferocious. 　　He walked to Murong Meier's side and gave her a thumbs up. "Miss Murong, you're 　　truly amazing! If it weren't for following your plan, Yan Feiyun would have been a real handful." 　　Murong Meier giggled, her beauty indescribable. "Mr. Hu Tu, you flatter me! I only 　　used a little trick. If I hadn't left so many of your men's corpses along the way, Yan Feiyun wouldn't have 　　fallen for it so easily." 　　Hu Tu said calmly, "What's a few dozen deaths compared to carrying out His Majesty the Emperor's mission? 　　I desperately imitated Miyamoto Ei's swordsmanship to kill them, but it was still not as good as..." " That slash from Yan Feiyun contained 　　the essence of her swordsmanship; otherwise, you wouldn't have needed yours." 　　Murong Meier laughed again, her voice like the tinkling of silver bells. "Yan Feiyun is already seriously injured, Mr. Hu Tu, don't 　　worry about the previous outcome! After we capture Yan Feiyun and Yingmu Hong, Mr. Hu Tu, 　　sever their tendons first, then slowly torture them!" 　　Hu Tu nodded repeatedly. "Then we'll announce it to the world, letting Miyamoto Ying know that these two are 　　in our hands, luring her to come and die willingly!" 　　Murong Meier's smile grew sweeter and sweeter. "Mr. Hu Tu could have let her save them first! Anyway, both of them 　　are already crippled. Being saved by Miyamoto Ying would only be a burden to her, a drag on her. Then 　　Miyamoto Ying would have to deal with Mr. Hu Tu on one hand, and take care of those two on the other. It would be a classic case of neglecting one for the other, making 　　it incredibly easy for Mr. Hu Tu to deal with her!" 　　Hu Tu's face finally lit up with joy. "Miss Murong, you are so resourceful, I admire you!" 　　Murong Mei'er's eyes sparkled, adding to her allure. "I believe Mr. Hu Tu's fierce generals are already chasing Yan 　　Feiyun. I wonder if Mr. Hu Tu is also..." "Are you going to follow and see what's going on?" 　　Tiger Earth laughed loudly a few times. "Of course! I love hunting, and 　　I'm even more interested if the prey is a wounded beast! Watching them struggle in their death throes is truly one of life's greatest pleasures!" 　　Murong Mei'er smiled sweetly and said, "Then Mr. Tiger Earth, please take down that wounded beast! I'll 　　wait here for good news." 　　Tiger Earth strode forward. "Alright! I'll set off now and bring Yan Feiyun to you, Miss 　　Murong, so you can personally sever his tendons! Hahaha!" 　　The wounded Yan Feiyun ran back the way he came. He knew that this would make him easy for the enemy to track, but he 　　absolutely could not escape alone. He had to meet up with Yingmu Hong and leave together. His injuries were indeed severe; 　　as Murong Mei'er had said, blood kept flowing from his wounds, leaving a trail of blood. 　　After running for a while, he finally arrived at the place where Yingmu Hong and Shui Youlan were fighting. The two women were still locked in a 　　life-or-death struggle when Sakuragi Hong saw Yan Feiyun's pale face and blood streaming from his chest, and was horrified. 　　Yan Feiyun didn't say much, only instructing Sakuragi Hong not to linger, "It's a trap! Run!" 　　Sakuragi Hong tried to break free, but Shui Youlan 　　wouldn't let her go so easily, her short sword relentlessly closing in, preventing Sakuragi Hong from retreating. Forced into a corner, Sakuragi Hong had no choice but to continue fighting. 　　Yan Feiyun knew the situation was critical; if it dragged on any longer, the pursuers would soon arrive. Although he was badly injured, 　　he had no choice but to join the battle, using his fingers as a sword to strike Shui Youlan in the back. 　　Shui Youlan couldn't win against Sakuragi Hong in a one-on-one fight, and now with Yan Feiyun added to the mix, she was 　　immediately at a disadvantage. Sakuragi Hong seized the opportunity, her short sword flashing forward, already at Shui Youlan's neck. Just as Shui 　　Youlan was about to perish under this blow, Yan Feiyun suddenly grabbed Yingmu Hong's wrist. 　　Yan Feiyun used his other hand to push Shui Youlan away, saying, "Go! We won't kill you." 　　Shui Youlan looked at Yan Feiyun with suspicion for a few moments, then felt deeply grateful for his actions. She 　　nodded to Yan Feiyun and turned to leave. 　　Yingmu Hong ignored Shui Youlan and rushed to Yan Feiyun, asking with concern, "Brother Feiyun, 　　are you alright?" 　　Yan Feiyun smiled bitterly and said, "I've been caught off guard. Let's talk as we run!" 　　His injuries were quite severe, and the effort he had used to force Shui Youlan back had exacerbated his condition 　　. He was at his limit and had slowed down after only a short distance. Without a word, Yingmu Hong carried him on her back 　　and continued their escape. 　　Yan Feiyun took the opportunity to hastily bandage his wounds. He was panting on Sakuragi Niji's back when he said, 　　"Niji, you can't escape with me on your back... I'm too badly injured, don't worry about me, just escape first 　　..." 　　Sakuragi Niji wouldn't agree to him, she just shook her head desperately, "No... if you want to go, we'll go together..." 　　Actually, she had already heard footsteps approaching not far behind them, it seemed that the pursuers had arrived.

She was stubborn by nature and never gave up easily. As she ran, she flicked her hand behind her, and countless
poisoned needles appeared on the ground.
The dense foliage of the forest blocked out sunlight, and the pursuers were completely unaware of
the deadly weapons beneath their feet. By the time the leaders cried out in pain, seven or eight men had already had
their feet pierced by the poisoned needles. They collapsed to the ground, rolled around for a while, and then died. The
others, who had escaped death, dared not set foot on that spot, so they climbed the trees, leaping from branch to branch
to continue their pursuit of Sakuragi and Yan Feiyun.
Sakuragi knew that her tricks could only hold off the small fry; once the Five Arts Masters intervened,
she and Yan Feiyun would be outnumbered and doomed.
"We can't both die here… I must at least protect Brother Feiyun so he can recover and find
Ying to avenge me!"
Having made up her mind, she tirelessly searched for a solution. She noticed many black-clad warriors lying dead under the large trees and
a clever plan formed in her mind. She struck Yan Feiyun's pressure point, putting him to sleep, then leaped behind a large tree. She pulled
over the corpse of one of the black-clad men and quickly swapped his warrior's clothes with Yan Feiyun's.
After dressing Yan Feiyun in the black warrior's clothes, she had him roll over face down on the ground, making several cuts on the corpse
so that the blood would drip onto Yan Feiyun's back.
Once everything was ready, she whispered in Yan Feiyun's ear, "Brother Feiyun, take good
care of yourself. If heaven takes pity on me, I might live to reunite with you and Ying. If heaven doesn't favor me, then
you and Ying will avenge me!"
She finished speaking with a heavy heart before continuing to run, carrying the corpse of the black-clad man on her back. The man's build
was quite similar to Yan Feiyun's; unless one knew him well, it would be impossible to tell that the person on Yingmu Hong's back wasn't Yan Feiyun. Knowing Yan
Feiyun's personality, she knew he wouldn't agree to let her act as bait to lure the pursuers away, which was why she had put him to sleep by acupuncture. She had only run
a short distance when the pursuers closed in again, but no one noticed that Yan Feiyun had been switched.
Sakuragi Niji was determined to lure the enemy away from Yan Feiyun, so she ran desperately until she had
to stop helplessly in front of a large waterfall. The waterfall was hundreds of feet high, and the roar of the water was deafening; jumping in would surely be fatal
. As soon as
Sakuragi Niji stopped, the pursuers arrived; seven black-clad warriors stared at her with sinister grins.
The scarred man at the front grinned at Sakuragi Niji, "You're Sakuragi Niji of the Miyamoto school, right?
Hehehe, you didn't expect to fall into our hands today, did you!"
Sakuragi Niji, holding two short swords, said coldly, "Enough nonsense, come and take my life if you dare!"
"Alright!" The scarred man attacked without warning, his katana already
in front of Sakuragi Niji in the blink of an eye.
Sakuragi Niji let out a delicate cry, bringing her swords together to block the katana, and simultaneously kicking out. The scarred man, relying
on his thick skin and tough flesh, didn't dodge or evade, but instead concentrated his inner energy on his stomach, taking the kick head-on.
To the scarred man's surprise, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and a spurt of blood gushed out. It turned out that Sakuragi
Niji had attached a piece of iron to the toe of her shoe. With a kick, the iron sliced open the scarred man's stomach, almost
pulling out his intestines.
The other men in black, enraged by the scarred man's gruesome death at Sakuragi Niji's feet, unleashed a barrage of hidden weapons.
A hail of projectiles rained down on Sakuragi Niji from all directions.
Having anticipated the attack, Sakuragi Niji calmly flipped over and crouched down, using the corpse behind her
as a shield. The projectiles all struck the body, leaving her unharmed. The group of black-clad warriors,
surprised that she would use the man behind her as a shield, were taken aback. Sakuragi Niji threw the corpse towards the group,
charging forward with it. Taking advantage of the moment when their hands were littered with projectiles, she swiftly attacked them with her short sword
.
The group assumed Sakuragi Niji was just a woman, primarily relying on assassination and sleight of hand. They hadn't expected her to be so resourceful and skilled
in martial arts, seizing every opportunity to slaughter. In a short time, two men were already dead
.
Just as Sakuragi Niji was about to finish off the remaining four, a huge figure suddenly descended from the sky.
"Stop your insolence!" She tightened her grip on her two short swords, only to have them seized by the newcomer's bare hands.
Sakuragi Niji's heart skipped a beat; she knew a master had arrived. The man had clearly concentrated his inner strength in his palms, so
the swords couldn't cut through his hands; instead, they were held tightly. She looked up and saw that the man was over ten feet tall,
several heads taller than her, with long, flowing hair and a clear scar on his face from a recent injury. It
was none other than Tiger Earth Reverse Heaven, the youngest of the Five Arts Masters.
Sakuragi Niji pulled hard, but found the short swords wouldn't budge. She changed tactics with lightning speed, quickly discarding her sword
and sending two poisoned needles flying towards Hu Tu Ni Tian's eyes. No matter how strong Hu Tu Ni Tian's internal energy was, he couldn't make his eyes
as hard as iron, so he could only tilt his head back and bite down on the needles.
In just a few moves, Ying Mu Hong already knew she was no match for this giant. "If he captures me alive, he
'll definitely use me as bait to set a trap to kill Ying and Brother Fei Yun. If he doesn't intend to leave me alive, he'll surely
humiliate me in every way before killing me. Since that's the case, why should I suffer such torment?"
With this thought, Ying Mu Hong made up her mind. She stopped attacking Hu Tu Ni Tian and immediately turned
to jump into the hundred-foot waterfall. Hu Tu Ni Tian hadn't expected her to be so resolute. He was only focused on dealing with the poisoned needles and couldn't stop her in time
. He could only watch helplessly as she plunged into the waterfall and disappeared without a trace.
Tiger Earth's original intention was to capture Yan Feiyun and Sakuragi Niji alive, but he made a mistake.
He failed to find Yan Feiyun, and Sakuragi Niji fell into the waterfall, leaving him empty-handed. Although he appeared rough, he was
actually very cunning. In a flash, he came up with a plan: "Even if I can't capture them alive, I can still
announce to the world that they are in the hands of us Five Arts Masters. Miyamoto Ying, unable to distinguish truth from falsehood, will still walk into our trap!"
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Feiyun woke up after his sleeping pressure points were released. He opened his eyes slightly and found himself
surrounded by corpses. He was surrounded by corpses all around him, seemingly being treated as dead.
He was among the corpses of other black-clad warriors.
Yan Feiyun was a clever man; after a moment's thought, he roughly understood what had happened. Thinking of how Yingmu Hong had
risked her life to save him, he was frantic with worry, wishing he had wings to fly to her side and protect her.
He circulated his internal energy for a while, discovering that although his injuries were not minor, apart from Murong Mei'er
's knife wound, the rest were all superficial wounds, without damaging his internal organs. Mei'er's knife wound—heh heh, if
he hadn't dodged in time, it probably would have killed him on the spot.
At this moment, large raindrops suddenly dripped onto his face. "It's raining..." he muttered to himself.
He struggled to push aside the corpses beside him and slowly crawled out from the pile of bodies. Only then did he realize
that he was in a small valley. It seemed that Hu Tu Ni Tian had used this place as a burial ground, which was why
he had placed his fallen subordinates here.
The rain from the sky grew heavier and heavier, soon becoming a torrential downpour. After crawling out, Yan Feiyun
walked slowly towards a small grove of trees not far from the valley. The valley offered no shelter, and Yan Feiyun
was hungry after waking up, so he decided to go into the grove to find some fruit to fill his stomach.
As he approached the grove, he suddenly saw smoke rising from the other side of the valley. A thought struck him:
"Those living here can't be ordinary people. Could there be other powerful figures here?"
He then thought, "My injuries haven't healed yet; I need to find a place to heal and regain my strength before I can go find
Hu Tu Ni Tian and Murong Mei'er. Maybe I should try my luck and see if they're friends or enemies."
He went into the grove, picked some fruit, ate a few, and then walked towards the source of the smoke
. He thought, "Heaven wouldn't deny me even a sliver of hope, would it?" He
walked slowly for about an hour before finally seeing the smoke coming from a small thatched hut. For some
reason, the sight of the small thatched hut filled him with an inexplicable sense of familiarity. He thought for a moment, "This
hut is almost exactly the same as the one where Yingmei and Hongmei stayed for a while outside Suzhou!" Thinking of this,
his heart pounded. "Could it be that Yingmei is living in seclusion here?"
He quickened his pace, eager to confirm whether the person he longed for was inside.
He finally reached the hut and impatiently pushed open the wooden door. The name "Yingmei" almost
escaped his lips, but he stopped himself when he saw that the hut was empty.
He looked around and found that the furnishings were indeed very similar to the small thatched hut outside Suzhou. "Yingmei
really does live here!"
He couldn't contain his joy and laughed loudly. Then he sat down in a corner of the hut to meditate and heal his injuries, patiently
waiting for Miyamoto Ying to return.
He waited until the sun set and night fell before he heard a gust of wind. He knew it must be Miyamoto Ei returning
, but upon closer listening, he detected two people in the wind. He pushed the wooden door open a crack and
looked out. Sure enough, he saw two people tense and ready to fight in the open space in front of the hut—a prelude to a decisive battle.
One of them was Miyamoto Ei. She was as beautiful as ever, but her face showed signs of hardship,
and a strand of white hair had appeared in her hair. She was still dressed in white, but instead of a long sword, she held a
four-foot-long tree branch, pointing it at a man standing about two or three zhang (approximately 6-6 meters) in front of her.
The man was about thirty years old, staring intently at the branch in Miyamoto Ei's hand. His weapon,
like other Japanese samurai, was a katana, but his was much thinner, the blade gleaming with
a sharp light, clearly extremely sharp.
He said in a deep voice to Miyamoto Ying, "Miyamoto Ying, I, Xia Mu Xiufu, have been searching for you all these years. Ever since I learned that you went to
the Central Plains, I prepared to travel across the ocean to find you. Fortunately, I received a message before I set off, knowing that you had already returned to Japan,
so I didn't go. I have been searching for a long time, and finally found you here. Today, my
wish has been fulfilled!" Miyamoto Ying coldly asked, "My duel with Sect Leader Xia Mu was fair. Are you here today to avenge him?"
Xia Mu Xiufu nodded slightly, "Not only to avenge my father, but also to reclaim the dignity of Xia Muliu!
Draw your sword! A duel must be fair. I, Xia Mu Xiufu, do not kill the unarmed!"
Hearing this, Yan Feiyun understood. It turned out that another sect successor who had been defeated by Miyamoto Ying had traveled thousands of miles
to seek revenge. He sighed inwardly, "This is all because Ying-mei killed too many people before, resulting in enemies all over
the world."
Miyamoto Ying said calmly, "I no longer use a knife. Go ahead and attack, I'll only use this tree branch."
Natsuki Hideo's eyes flashed with ferocity, "Fine! Since you're courting death, I won't hold back! Take this!" As
soon as he finished speaking, the thin knife in his hand was already outstretched, flashing towards Miyamoto Ying like lightning.

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