Albizia and Poisonous Scheme

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Seeing that the duel was a foregone conclusion and Xue Tianjun had achieved his goal, he whispered in Yu Nong's ear, "Wait for me here, don't go anywhere."
Yu Nong looked at Xue Tianjun with suspicion, then glanced around, and nodded in agreement.
After Xue Tianjun's figure disappeared into the distance, Yu Nong couldn't help but mutter, "That scoundrel, so fickle, I wonder which woman he's off to meet again."
Beneath the Great Buddha, Xue Tianjun watched two small figures head towards Lingyun Cave. He smiled, for those two figures must be Duan Lang and Nie Feng. Thinking of his wicked and somewhat insane plan, Xue Tianjun was even more excited.
"Husband, what brings you here?"
Appearing beside Xue Tianjun was none other than Gongsun Lü'e, the most skilled medicine connoisseur in the Blissful Realm.
Seeing the sorrow on her face, Xue Tianjun laughed, "The aphrodisiac you researched has come in handy."
"Husband, do you really need the aphrodisiac? What woman can't you handle?"
Gongsun Lü'e had intended to complain about Xue Tianjun not letting her out, but upon hearing that he wanted her to concoct the aphrodisiac, she was taken aback.
The aphrodisiac was a love potion; anyone who ingested it would feel burning with desire within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, wanting to make love.
Xue Tianjun's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he whispered, "It's not for women, it's for men."
"Ah? Husband, you're not joking, are you?"
Gongsun Lü'e looked puzzled.
Smiling broadly at Gongsun Lü'e, Xue Tianjun chuckled, "When have I ever joked like this? You'll need to use the Aphrodisiac Powder every day for the next month."
Gongsun Lü'e pouted and complained, "My husband is using me! Sister Rong and the others have all come here to play, yet you've left me in the Blissful Realm."
"You'll stay here for the next month. Once my plan is implemented, you can stay by my side for a long time, just like them,"
Xue Tianjun said, walking straight towards Lingyun Cave.
Gongsun Lü'e asked anxiously, "Husband, when do I need it?"
Xue Tianjun shook his head. Gongsun Lü'e didn't care when he would need the Aphrodisiac Powder; what mattered now was that she wouldn't have to stay in the Blissful Realm all the time, idly playing around with those sisters.
Thinking of Huang Rong and the others, Gongsun Lü'e didn't follow him. Instead, as Xue Tianjun had suggested, she headed towards the gathering place of martial artists on the mountain, where she could also find Huang Rong and the others.
In a hidden patch of grass, Prisoner's thieving eyes darted towards the entrance of Lingyun Cave. Seeing two small figures approach, he turned and clasped his hands in greeting, "Sect Master Shuang, the Snow Drinking Blade has appeared."
Qin Shuang's eyes were filled with coldness. Her main purpose in coming here was to obtain the Snow Drinking Blade, the weapon of Northern Mad Blade Nie Renwang, and the Fire Kirin Sword, the weapon of Southern Kirin Sword Master Duan Shuai, for Xiong Ba. However, when Nie Renwang arrived, Qin Shuang hadn't seen him with any of his treasured weapons.
That's why she, Prisoner, and Dead Slave had come down here. Sure enough, Nie Renwang's son and Duan Shuai's son had appeared, and the Snow Drinking Blade was in Nie Renwang's son's arms.
"Go and take the Snow Drinking Blade first,"
Qin Shuang said coldly.
The two slaves said anxiously, "Sect Leader Shuang, those two boys are the sons of two great masters. If we rashly rush up and snatch them, the consequences of being discovered won't be optimistic."
Seeing this, Qin Shuang scoffed, "Do you think I'm as brainless as you? Even if I held their sons hostage, I could still make that Southern Lin Sword Master, Duan Shuai, submit and hand over his Duan family's divine weapon, the Fire Lin Sword."
The two slaves gave Qin Shuang a thumbs up, and the prisoner quickly flattered, "Sect Leader Shuang's plan is indeed brilliant! If we seize the two divine weapons, we can kill them. The Xiong Ba Gang Leader will definitely praise you greatly, and might even promote you."
Qin Shuang shook his head. He didn't feel any difference in rank. He was more content with his current position, leading three to five thousand men under the Tian Shuang Sect. For a twelve-year-old like Qin Shuang, that was already more than enough.
The duel atop the Buddha's head was nearing its end. Nie Renwang was riddled with burn holes, and his ordinary broadsword was shattered. Unarmed, he was no match for Duan Shuai, but Duan Shuai disdained to kill him.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound rang out, startling Duan Shuai. The Fire Kirin Sword suddenly flashed with fire; he hadn't wanted it drawn, but it had appeared on its own.
"That is..."
Nie Renwang trembled violently. Had he not been gripping the rock wall, he would have already succumbed to his severe injuries and fallen.
Duan Shuai stared blankly as the Fire Kirin Sword was drawn from its sheath and returned to his hand. He couldn't help but laugh wildly, "King of Blades, I know you've found your strongest opponent in life! It's this one, the King of Blades! Only it deserves its aura!"
Duan Shuai's face was contorted with rage. Hearing his mad words and seeing his gaze fixed downwards, Nie Renwang followed his gaze. What he saw nearly made him fall from the ground. Below stood Nie Feng, clutching his Snow Drinking Blade.
Nie Renwang cursed his own arrogance and inwardly resented Feng'er for not listening to him. If the Snow Drinking Blade were a thousand meters away, Duan Shuai would never have been able to sense its immense power. Clearly, Duan Shuai had completely forgotten whether he was fighting a person or a weapon.
In an instant, Duan Shuai's eyes became bloodshot, and his face radiated an evil aura, making him a completely different person from before. He roared with laughter, "Xue Yin, King of Blades, come and fight me, Huo Lin!"
Before his words even finished, Duan Shuai suddenly lunged downwards, his Huo Lin sword flashing and slashing, creating a vast net of swords that descended like a dense, impenetrable cloud—the most powerful move in the Duan family's top-tier sword technique, the Eclipse Sun Sword Technique: Huo Lin Eclipse Sun.
Seeing his attack, Nie Renwang was shocked. He couldn't believe that the Southern Lin Sword Master was such a person; Duan Shuai was using this sword technique against his son.
Despite the excruciating pain, Nie Renwang gritted his teeth. Even if he couldn't catch up now, he couldn't bear to watch his son die tragically at Duan Shuai's hands. As he fell, Nie Renwang roared, "Duan Shuai, you despicable villain! You made me fight you with Snow Drink, and you kill a child like this? How can you be worthy of the title of a grandmaster?"
Duan Shuai's mind was already controlled by the evil energy of the Fire Kirin Sword, and he paid no heed to Nie Renwang's shouts. Without turning his head, he rapidly attacked downwards, shouting, "Nie Renwang, your son is definitely a master. He's no less skilled than you now. It'll be more interesting to fight him."
Nie Feng and Duan Lang, who were riding on the Buddha's lap, never expected this. Hearing Duan Shuai's words as he rapidly attacked them from above, they were stunned. In their memory, Duan Shuai was a kind, taciturn, and strange uncle, but now, he had become too ferocious.
"Father, no! Nie Feng is my friend..."
Duan Lang cried out, looking up.
However, the bewitched Duan Shuai, unable to even recognize his own son, still unleashed the Fire Kirin Eclipse technique.
Just as the Fire Kirin sword's attack was about to kill Nie Feng and Duan Lang, a sudden loud bang rang out, and Duan Shuai, who had been falling, abruptly flew upwards.
"It's you..."
Duan Shuai stood in mid-air, looking at the man who had appeared beside Nie Feng and Duan Lang, and exclaimed in surprise.
"Hehe, Duan Shuai, the one who killed them wasn't you, but me, Blood Heavenly Lord,"
the suddenly appearing man said loudly.
Nie Renwang had already caught up and, seeing the scene below, finally felt relieved, but upon hearing the words of the man beside his son, he frowned again.
Shaking his head, Duan Shuai, regaining his senses, finally saw that one of the two boys below was his own son, Duan Lang.
He roared, "Lang'er, I told you not to come! Why did you still come?"
Duan Lang looked up at his usually stern father, Duan Shuai, and said in a low voice, "Father, you said that this Fire Kirin Sword contains evil energy. Why, why did you still use it to fight? You almost killed me just now."
Hearing his words, Duan Shuai was bewildered. Looking at the Fire Kirin Sword in his hand, he sighed. He knew all too well that he was controlled by the evil energy of the Fire Kirin Sword, but it was useless. He only knew that the Fire Kirin Sword had broken free of his control and was determined to find someone to fight.
"Duan Shuai, your son is right. I knew that the Snow Drinking Blade had powerful control, which is why I didn't dare to use it to fight you. The Fire Kirin Sword must be the same; it can control your mind."
Nie Renwang stood in
mid-air not far from Duan Shuai. Just as the group was talking, Xue Tianjun suddenly sneered. Nie Feng and Duan Lang, who were standing at the entrance of Lingyun Cave, looked at this strange man and suddenly felt a heat coming from inside Lingyun Cave.
Knowing the strangeness of Lingyun Cave, Duan Lang shouted, "Nie Feng, run!"
His words had barely left his lips when flames suddenly erupted from within the cave. Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai, above, exchanged a glance and, almost using their strongest abilities, simultaneously dodged downwards.
"Ah..."
A scream escaped Nie Feng's lips.
He was unharmed, but when he turned back, he saw a strange monster at the cave entrance—a monster completely engulfed in flames. Seeing the monster glaring at him, Nie Feng had no courage or chance to react; in an instant, he vanished into the flames.
Nie Renwang, caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, roared in fury, trying to rush to the cave entrance, but it was too late. The flames spewing from the cave entrance receded. At this moment, although Duan Lang had already dodged, he was caught in the flames, and when the flames disappeared, Duan Lang was also gone.
Standing at the entrance of Lingyun Cave, Duan Shuai and Nie Renwang were both shocked and bewildered. Having roamed the martial world for so many years, they had never witnessed such a strange event. They hadn't even seen what kind of monster was spewing flames from the cave entrance, let alone a hidden master of the martial world.
"Nie Renwang, I know what you're thinking, but if we want to save your Feng'er and my Lang'er, we must go in,"
Duan Shuai said solemnly without even glancing at Xue Tianjun.
Nie Renwang looked at the cave entrance before him, a smile spreading across his face as he looked at Duan Shuai. "It's necessary," he said. "Even if I die inside, I'm not afraid."
The two exchanged glances and then walked into Lingyun Cave.
Xue Tianjun watched their retreating figures with a smile, secretly chuckling. These two were truly foolish, but it also revealed the deep love and concern of these two great masters for their sons.
"Sect Leader Shuang, Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai have entered Lingyun Cave. What should we do? Those two divine weapons are in Nie Feng and Duan Shuai's hands!"
Qin Shuang and his two companions, who had reached the Buddha's knees, witnessed everything at the entrance of Lingyun Cave.
Qin Shuang coldly looked at Prisoner and Dead Slave and said in a low voice, "You wait here. If I come out in a day, you can go back and report to my master."
Watching him walk towards Lingyun Cave, Prisoner and Dead Slave secretly exchanged glances. Dead Slave said excitedly, "Prisoner, if Qin Shuang doesn't come out in half a day, we'll go back and report to the sect leader." Prisoner
asked with a puzzled look, "Report what?"
"Just say that he obtained two divine weapons, went into Lingyun Cave, and hasn't come out since."
Dead Slave said with a sinister look.
Prisoner nodded. In fact, he and Dead Slave were two of the Ten Great Swordsmen, Shuanglong Jianbi, who were famous a few years ago. However, because their martial arts were no match for Xiong Ba, they recognized him as their master. Now that they were following Qin Shuang, the two of them had too many grievances.
Seeing Qin Shuang enter Lingyun Cave, Xue Tianjun smiled, saving him a lot of trouble.
Hiding to the side, he waited a moment. Xue Tianjun's prediction was correct; the Prisoner and the Dead Slave, who had come to the Leshan Giant Buddha with Qin Shuang, finally couldn't suppress their doubts and headed towards Lingyun Cave.
"Are we really going in?"
the Prisoner asked hesitantly.
The Dead Slave smiled and pointed inside Lingyun Cave, saying, "What's there to be afraid of? Two of the world's greatest experts are scouting ahead. If anything goes wrong, we can retreat immediately. With them protecting us, nothing will happen."
Although the Dead Slave said this, he himself was still unsure; the flames appearing in Lingyun Cave were indeed strange.
The two waited quietly at the entrance for a moment before entering Lingyun Cave together.
"Hmm, this Lingyun Cave is quite peculiar. The entrance extends downwards; aren't they afraid the water will rise and flood this place?"
the Prisoner said, looking at the downward-facing cave they were heading into.
The Dead Slave wasn't as strange as him, only whispering, "This cave is very strange, be careful."
The two walked for a long time, stopping at the three-way intersection. The Prisoner looked at the three paths before him and couldn't help but ask, "Which way?"
The Dead Slave shook his head, smiling bitterly, "How should I know?"
Just as he finished speaking, a man's voice came from behind them, very cold, like a ghostly voice from hell.
"You have no way forward, so rest here forever."
The echo reverberated throughout the empty cave. The Dead Slave and the Prisoner turned around almost simultaneously, but there was no one behind them. However, the voice that had almost reached their ears was definitely not an illusion, otherwise they wouldn't have turned around at the same time.
Cold sweat dripped down the Prisoner's face. He exclaimed, "You heard that?"
"Yes, the voice came from here."
The Dead Slave nodded, also somewhat frightened.
The prisoner drew his sword, puzzled. "What is 'eternal slumber'? Where is that person?"
His voice was filled with terror. In all their years of wandering the martial world, the prisoner and the dead slave had never encountered such a strange thing. A person's voice was right beside them, yet they couldn't sense their presence.
There were only two possibilities: the person wasn't here, which was highly unlikely; or the person's power far surpassed theirs. Even if Xiong Ba appeared, the prisoner and the dead slave could sense his domineering aura from dozens of meters away.
"Eternal slumber means death,"
another voice suddenly rang out, right behind them.
Perhaps startled for a moment, the two turned around, but even the simplest thing a martial artist could do—to strike—failed. When they looked back, they only saw a flash of silver light.
"Pfft...pfft..."
Two spurts of blood gushed from their necks.
In just a few seconds, the dead slave let out a final, desperate howl.
Looking at the two corpses slumped on the ground, Xue Tianjun wiped his sword with their clothes and cursed under his breath.
"Damn it, King Nie and Commander Duan must have noticed."
As if he'd slept for a long time, or perhaps only dozed off for a short while, Nie Feng opened his eyes, his head spinning as he stared at the points of light above. He sat up abruptly, looking around in horror.
Seeing Duan Lang lying beside him, Nie Feng quickly shook him a few times.
Duan Lang also opened his eyes, and when he saw Nie Feng beside him, a look of joy appeared on his face. Sitting up, looking around, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Nie Feng, where...where is this?"
Nie Feng shook his head and calmly said, "We should be inside Lingyun Cave."
"Ah... how could this be? What was that flame just now?"
Duan Lang stood up, feeling that he was not injured, which only made him more puzzled.
Nie Feng also stood up, thinking for a moment, large beads of sweat dripping down his face—cold sweat. He didn't know how to describe what he had seen; he only knew that it was a strange beast he had never seen before, a monster engulfed in flames.
After the two looked around, they discovered that this huge cave had no door, meaning they were trapped here...
In a passageway, Nie Renwang's hands were empty, while Duan Shuai, who was walking rapidly ahead of him, still held his Fire Scale Sword.
The two walked for a long time, but this passageway seemed endless, more like going in circles, making it impossible for them to reach the end.
"Duan Shuai, don't go any further. The result will definitely be the same. Of the three paths, we chose the wrong one,"
Nie Renwang finally stopped and said in a deep voice.
Duan Shuai turned and stared at Nie Renwang, remaining silent for a moment before nodding heavily. "Brother Nie, you know how sharp that scream was. That person wasn't Nie Feng, nor my son Duan Lang. You and I both know this is... a trap."
Nie Renwang could see through it. He asked softly, "That challenge wasn't issued by you?"
"Haha, I, Duan Shuai, challenged you to a duel, but you refused. Besides, I, Duan Shuai, wouldn't issue a decree to the martial world just to restore the Duan family's prestige. The only strange thing is that the challenge you issued to me, and the challenge I issued to you, are both in our handwriting." Duan Shuai
analyzed calmly.
Hearing this, Nie Renwang laughed, but it was a helpless laugh. He, Nie Renwang, had roamed the martial world for years, earning the title of Sword King. He wanted to retire to the countryside and live a happy life, but fate wouldn't give him that chance.
"Who? Who would resort to such a vicious scheme?"
Duan Shuai looked at the somewhat crazed Nie Renwang and said in a deep voice, "Renwang, right now we need to find Nie Feng and my son Duan Lang. If anything happens to them, what's the point of us living?"
Just as the two were staring at each other, another voice suddenly rang out in the corridor.
"Living is meaningless, then let's not live."
Hearing a strange laugh and these words, the two immediately looked back at the passage they had come from.
A figure was walking towards them. When it got closer, Duan Shuai's eyes showed shock and confusion.
"It's you?"
Duan Shuai couldn't believe that the person in front of him was the purple-robed man he had met at the Great Buddha Temple.
Xue Tianjun smiled at the two men, a large sword in his hand, his eyes coldly fixed on Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai. He sneered, "Northern Drinking Mad Saber and Southern Lin Sword Master, two great masters, actually have the chance to fight side by side. You should be content even in death."
Suddenly, a powerful aura emanated from Xue Tianjun. Although Duan Shuai had initially thought Xue Tianjun was just a peasant with some martial arts skills, his subsequent victory over Xiong Ba's disciple Qin Shuang at the Great Buddha Temple was no coincidence, but rather a deliberate act.
Nie Renwang, unlike Duan Shuai, could only vaguely recall the faces of those he had seen, even Duan Shuai's appearance. Moreover, even when Xue Tianjun lived in the same village as him, he hadn't encountered him many times.
"Who is he?"
Nie Renwang asked coldly.
Duan Shuai laughed loudly, "If I'm not mistaken, this friend was the one who arranged our duel here. Our son's disappearance is also inevitably related to him."
Hearing this, Nie Renwang's face twisted into a ferocious expression. He had already lost his beloved wife, and now he was about to lose his son as well. How could he accept this blow? Although he was unarmed and severely injured, Nie Renwang remained as arrogant as ever, his chin slightly raised as he coldly looked at Xue Tianjun.
"Give me back my son, or I'll make you die under my Six Absolute Techniques of Aohan!"
Xue Tianjun laughed loudly, "The 'Red Apricot Over the Wall' technique from the Six Absolute Techniques of Aohan is a newly mastered move of yours."
Nie Renwang was stunned, and hurriedly asked, "You… how did you know?"
His hands clenched into fists, cracking loudly.
Duan Shuai, standing to the side, didn't make a move. He was more interested in knowing why Nie Renwang was so crazy today, willing to fight him to the death.
"Because I took Yan Ying away, she fell in love with me, and we consummated our marriage. We're inseparable every day, and let me tell you, she's an exceptional woman..."
Xue Tianjun continued, his words becoming increasingly explicit.
Nie Renwang couldn't bear to listen any longer. If the man before him was lying, how could he know everything about Yan Ying, how could he know about his affair with Nie Feng? His meticulously planned duel was actually a ploy to bring him and Duan Shuai here.
"Haha, so what if that woman is with you? You're destined to die, she deserves to be a widow."
Nie Renwang also laughed loudly.
Duan Shuai knew Nie Renwang well, but he couldn't understand Nie Renwang's behavior. His wife had been stolen, yet he could still laugh.
Just as Nie Renwang was laughing uncontrollably, Xue Tianjun suddenly leaped forward, his broadsword flashing with a ghostly white light, slashing towards Nie Renwang's neck at lightning speed. Nie Renwang was completely unprepared for this sudden attack.
That seemingly ordinary broadsword contained immense power. Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai felt a sudden gust of wind rush towards them. Duan Shuai, surprised, reacted swiftly and retreated. The heavily injured Nie Renwang also tried to retreat, but was slower than Duan Shuai.
In a duel between masters, whoever strikes first has the advantage. Moreover, in a fight between masters, a single move can determine life or death. Before Nie Renwang's smile had even faded and fear had even appeared on his face, his head had already been severed by Xue Tianjun's horizontal cleavage with a "thud."
"No..."
Duan Shuai cried out in agony.
Although he and Nie Renwang were opponents, their friendship was known only to the two of them.
Seeing Nie Renwang lose his head without even a struggle, Duan Shuai, in his fear, still reacted like a master: he thrust his sword at Xue Tianjun.
"Remember my name, Blood Heavenly Lord, so you'll have something to remember me by as a ghost."
Behind Nie Renwang's standing corpse, Blood Heavenly Lord coldly uttered these words.
Duan Shuai, not seeing him sheathe his sword, was secretly pleased that his attack was sure to succeed. However, just as the sword was about to pierce Blood Heavenly Lord's chest, a muffled thud was heard, and a chill ran through his heart. Duan Shuai lowered his head in terror, staring at the long sword that had pierced him.
Why? How could this be? That was clearly a broadsword, how could it suddenly turn into a long sword?
Blood Heavenly Lord sheathed his sword, walked to Duan Shuai's still-open-eyed body, and with a wave of his hand, closed Duan Shuai's eyes.
"Heh heh, you'll never know until you die how many times better my weapon is than your Fire Kirin Sword."
Blood Heavenly Lord grinned maliciously.
Sheathing the Fire Kirin Sword, carrying this top-ten divine weapon of the martial world, he walked back the way he came. The real plan would begin to be implemented after killing Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai. Everything would happen in Lingyun Cave.
The martial world is in turmoil, and everything Blood Lord intends to do will change the fate of all the women in the world. See the announcement for the complete collection...

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