[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - Chapter 23

Chapter Twelve: Bai Xue's Murderous Scheme.

Jun Nitian held Tan Zilong's gradually cooling body, his indifferent expression unchanged. No one could understand his current emotions—was it sadness, anger, or nothing at all?

Where there is life, there is death. All living beings cannot escape the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death. Tan Zilong had simply reached the final destination a step earlier than him.

"I killed him! It's my fault!"

Yu Baixue had appeared beside Jun Nitian at some point, two clear tears sliding down her flawless white cheeks. Her expression was as if she had removed the mask of ice and snow she had always worn, leaving only endless remorse.

Jun Nitian quietly shook his head and said, "It's not your fault. If anyone is to blame, it's me for arriving too late."

Chapter Seven: The Wrath of the Natural Enemy

. Jun Tianjiao died.

In a martial world where life is as fleeting as a dream, appearing and disappearing like bubbles, the loss of a life might be a trivial matter.

But for some, Jun Tianjiao's death still held some significance—perhaps loss, perhaps regret, perhaps sadness, perhaps… anger!

For Long Bufei, his "natural enemy," there was a feeling between him and Jun Tianjiao that even he himself couldn't be sure of. Although he didn't know it was a love that could never have a happy ending, Jun Tianjiao was cruelly murdered before all possibilities could become impossible! Long Bufei would never have the chance to tell her his feelings or hear her reply.

This enraged the usually gentle and kind righteous hero, Long Bufei, for Jun Tianjiao's death.

And Long Bufei's anger was directed at the murderer of Jun Tianjiao—"Yanhuang" Jun Nitian, and the source of all evil—the Mingyue Sect!

On the seventh day of the fourth month, at the Mingyue Sect's headquarters.

"Jun Nitian!!"

A thunderous roar, carrying immense internal energy, pierced the air and struck the entrance archway. With a "boom," this symbol of the Mingyue Sect's supreme authority vanished into thin air in this furious strike!

Dust filled the air, yellow earth flew, and gravel rained down, scattering across the ground. A majestic figure stood amidst the dust, his handsome face silent, his tiger-like eyes filled with grief and indignation. An invisible killing intent permeated the air around him, accompanied by an indescribable, terrifying silence.

A silent killing intent, like the calm before a storm, filled the air! The

"Mingyue Sect," as the most powerful demonic sect in the world, could not tolerate such a lightly placed headquarters. However, the level of this intruder was almost second only to their sect leader, "Yan Huang." Although they had received intelligence three days prior that this person might attack and had deployed a three-mile-long encirclement, they hadn't expected him to break through like a tiger among sheep, suffering heavy losses among their disciples.

Because of Jun Tianjiao's death, Long Bufei tasted true rage. With his killing intent and fury combined, his power increased by almost thirty percent. Unless Jun Nitian or the third strongest in the world personally intervened, no one was qualified to stop their "natural enemy," now transformed into a raging king!

However, Jun Nitian was extremely strict in managing his subordinates. The disciples of the "Mingyue Sect" almost all lived by the code of honor, with iron and blood as their lifelong creed. The Mingyue Sect only had generals who died in battle, never deserters. Even when facing the combined might of Emperor Shitian and Demon Buddha, not a single one retreated. Now, facing Long Bufei, whose prestige and power were inferior to the two, they had even less reason to fear.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that Long Bufei, blinded by grief and anger, was, in some ways, a more terrifying enemy than "Heavenly King" and "Earthly Treasury"!

A chilling aura echoed around the shattered archway, and hurried footsteps approached from afar, shaking the earth, as if announcing the arrival of war.

A figure in black, swift as a swallow, landed gracefully before Long Bufei. His white brocade robe gleamed with a luxurious sheen, and his jade-carved, handsome face carried the cold arrogance of a victor. He smiled slightly and said, "Leng Chouyi, 'Proud Sword,' one of the Eight Great Fiends of the Mingyue Sect, greets the esteemed hero Long Bufei. I apologize for any shortcomings in my greeting."

Though his words were polite, an invisible sword aura, cold as ice, emanated from him, drifting and scattering in the air like feathers. It was as if an invisible sword array was already poised to strike Long Bufei, ready to inflict dozens of fatal wounds at any moment. This single move revealed the extraordinary skill of "Proud Sword," proving that none of the Eight Great Fiends could easily defeat him.

Unexpectedly, Long Bufei ignored the person before him, coldly saying, "Summon Jun Nitian to come out and see me!"

Leng Chouyi raised an eyebrow, his expression changing instantly, and said in a deep voice, "How dare you! How can an outsider casually call upon the sect leader's name?!"

Long Bufei ignored him, suddenly taking a step forward. This immediately triggered the void sword formation that Leng Chouyi had previously unleashed. Sword energy crisscrossed like a net, bursting forth with countless points of light. From the center of these points of light, a ray of sword light suddenly shot out, directly attacking Long Bufei's brow.

"The Death-Judgment Sword Style! Judgment of death, not life; a sword technique that kills without a second move." Long Bufei sneered,

"Excellent sword technique, but unfortunately, it can't kill me."

Long Bufei casually swung out a palm, his true energy spreading like the sky, pointing directly at the tip of Leng Chouyi's sword. Within the "Five Finger Mountain" palm technique, even the Great Sage Equaling Heaven couldn't escape. With a "snap," he actually grabbed the enemy's longsword.

Leng Chouyi was both surprised and delighted. He was delighted that Long Bufei would be so foolish as to try to disarm him with his bare hands. If he simply dragged Long Bufei along, Long Bufei's famous "turning his hand to create clouds and rain" technique would be a thing of the past.

Leng Chouyi was about to use his strength to twist the sword and sever his opponent's five fingers when he was horrified to find that "Cold Light" was as if it were tightly bound by five pieces of forged iron, unable to move forward or backward. Moreover, the vast true energy flowing continuously from Long Bufei's palm showed no signs of waning, forcing him to also use his strength to resist.

As the two were locked in a stalemate, Long Bufei spoke again, his tone icy: "You are no match for me. I'll say it one more time: tell Jun Nitian to come out and see me!"

Cold sweat was already seeping from Leng Chouyi's forehead, but he only shook his head.

"I'm afraid I can't comply."

"You're asking for trouble!" Upon hearing this, Long Bufei's eyes flashed with murderous intent. His other hand, which had been idle, suddenly began to move, and the energy in his palm swirled like a cannonball, striking towards Leng Chouyi with lightning speed!

Leng Chouyi's sword was restrained, and he couldn't break free. Although he could have abandoned his sword and fled, for a swordsman, the sword was everything in his life. How could a swordsman abandon his beliefs to exchange for a shameful survival? Before the energy even arrived, the wind from the palm had already blown his long hair wildly behind him, and the shadow of death had already enveloped him!

Seeing that Leng Chouyi was doomed, Long Bufei suddenly snorted coldly, and the energy in his palm changed direction, striking behind him. The fierce energy hit a solid object halfway through, exploding with a violent shock.

Long Bufei said in a deep voice, "So, you sneaky cowards finally dare to show yourselves to me?"

"The 'Natural Enemy' Long Bufei truly lives up to his name."

His hoarse, deep voice spread through the air, yet seemed weak, clearly indicating internal injuries sustained in his clash with Long Bufei. The power of the "Natural Enemy" was indeed not to be underestimated. The

creaking sound of a dragging blade rang out, and a black-robed warrior, with hair like a lion's mane and eyes like copper bells, exuding a chilling aura, appeared. Although he hadn't uttered a word, a rumbling thunderous aura seemed to approach.

"One of the Eight Great Fiends, 'Wrathful Blade' Zhan Baili."

After announcing his name, Zhan Baili again pursed his lips, his eyes flashing with a cold light sharper than a blade, showing that he was a man of few words.

Long Bufei sneered, "Jun Nitian is hiding in his own cowardice, yet he sends you two front-line soldiers to your deaths?"

His words once again insulted the sect leader of the "Mingyue Sect," whom the people revered like a god. This enraged the pair of sword and saber experts among the Eight Great Fiends. Leng Chouyi shouted, "Don't be so arrogant, Long Bufei! Perhaps your martial arts are superior to ours, but the combined power of our swords and sabers can definitely kill you."

Facing the flanking attack of Ao Jian and Nu Dao, Long Bufei stood tall and imposing, his tiger-like eyes sweeping over them as he calmly said, "Is that so? Then what are you waiting for? Come at me all at once!"

Without hesitation or politeness, Zhan Baili's forged blade shifted from back to front, like a mad lion baring its fangs and claws as it pounced, hundreds of blade shadows churning and surging like thick clouds on the horizon! At the same time, "Ao Jian" moved, its flowing sword flashing like a rain of stars, hundreds and thousands of swings indistinguishable in sequence, sharp whistles like ghostly cries filling the air, enveloping and tightening from all directions!

The combined power of the sword and blade was more than three times greater than the individual strength of the two! How could Long Bufei possibly withstand it?

A smirk appeared on Long Bufei's lips as he raised both hands simultaneously. The palm strikes seemed to be imbued with some incredible magic, powerful true energy flowing and surging like a galaxy waterfall cascading from the heavens, the air currents churning, instantly shattering the countless sword shadows and blade wheels in the sky!

Such a result shocked Ao Jian and Nu Dao. They hadn't expected that their combined sword and saber might be no match for their "natural enemy," unable to withstand even a single move.

Zhan Baili, whose fighting spirit ranked first among the "Eight Great Fiends," remained undiminished despite his repeated defeats. With a roar, he wielded his sabers with both hands, transforming them into a rainbow-like curtain of energy that swept and raged like a tidal wave. Any contact with the edge would result in instant bone shattering and flesh pulverizing!

Facing Nu Dao's fierce onslaught, Long Bufei's handsome face remained largely unmoved. His true battle wasn't this one; it was time to end this pointless fight with a decisive blow.

Long Bufei moved, clapping his hands together in front of him before separating them. Then, he made a crazy move that no one could have predicted! He actually met Zhan Baili's blade head-on with his chest, using his flesh and blood to directly clash with the iron-splitting demonic saber "Lion's Roar"! What was Long Bufei thinking?

Without a second thought! In Long Bufei's mind, the two of the "Eight Great Fiends" were not worth his attention!

The sword made contact with Long Bufei's chest, producing a metallic clang, but the expected scene of blood raining down and staining the blade did not appear before Zhan Baili's eyes!

It turned out that Long Bufei was highly skilled and daring, and had already seen the point of the enemy's sword strike. So he concentrated all his true energy into one point and used the most daring method to meet this sure-kill blow head-on! Although this move seemed reckless, the protective aura that "Natural Enemy" had gathered with all his might was no less than the "Asura Undying Body" of the Asura Hall or the "Arhat Golden Body" of the Martial Arts Academy. Unless a master like the third-ranked expert in the world used the "Heavenly Will Sword" to attack, no one could even scratch a hair on Long Bufei's head.

Choosing such an exaggerated way to receive the attack wasn't because Long Bufei wanted to show off his skill; it was simply because his "martial arts wisdom" told him it was the fastest and most direct way to kill the enemy. The completely opposite result of a anticipated fatal blow would inevitably surprise the enemy, and in a battle between masters, this fleeting pause could be fatal!

Long Bufei lunged forward, unleashing a palm strike that had been gathering power for a long time. The overwhelming force swept towards Zhan Baili, who hastily raised his sword to block. The sword shattered upon contact with the palm! The palm strike continued unabated, carrying boundless power as it slammed into Zhan Baili's chest.

Zhan Baili roared, blood gushing from his body. The force of this palm strike had shattered all the meridians in his body! He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, clearly beyond saving.

Leng Chouyi's eyes turned bloodshot as he howled in grief, "Baili—"

Among the Eight Great Fiends, the sword-wielding duo "Proud Sword" and "Raging Blade" were the closest of friends. Now that Zhan Baili had been defeated and killed before his very eyes, how could Leng Chouyi not be consumed by grief and rage? His killing intent surged like flames, becoming uncontrollable. A flash of cold light appeared! The sword's cry was like the wailing of a hundred ghosts in the night, a thousand souls weeping blood! Streaks of white light shot out like streaks of lightning! The sword's momentum was like countless stars, intertwining and scattering!

"Long Bufei! I will make you pay for Raging Blade's life!"

The cold light in Long Bufei's eyes grew even more intense, as if a sharp blade was about to be drawn. Although he held no weapon, "Heavenly Enemy" himself possessed a cultivation level that was enough to rival any divine weapon in the world! His body spun rapidly, his arms flailing, the vast qi as impenetrable as an iron wall. A series of clear, bell-like sounds rang out, and sparks flew everywhere, most of them backfiring towards Leng Chouyi. The outcome was obvious.

"Die!"

Long Bufei roared, his palms clapping together and then separating, the powerful palm wind forcing the sword's momentum aside. His left hand darted out, seizing the sharp blade with two fingers and pulling it outwards, while his right palm thrust forward, striking Leng Chouyi's exposed dantian! Leng Chouyi's face was filled with resentment. He knew he was no match for "Heavenly Enemy," but he never expected to be defeated so miserably! The screams of death ripped through the sky. Even the combined power of the "Eight Great Fiends" sword and saber demons was no match for Long Bufei in ten rounds. The hope of the righteous path was indeed extraordinary! Perhaps within the entire "Mingyue Sect," only two people could truly rival Long Bufei at this moment.

And with "Yanhuang" Jun Nitian absent from the main headquarters, could the only person capable of stopping Long Bufei's rage appear?

Having eliminated the only obstacle in his path, Long Bufei was about to continue his original objective—to storm the "Mingyue Sect" headquarters and bring Jun Nitian to justice! But just as he took a step, he abruptly stopped, his eyes gleaming as he gazed ahead.

A one-armed man in black, his face as cold and ruthless as a bronze mask, his gaunt body as straight as an iron tower, like a sharp, chilling sword! Those emotionless eyes coldly met Long Bufei's gaze.

Long Bufei had never seen this man before, but he was certain of his identity at a glance—there was no mistake!

This person possessed the same aura as Jun Nitian. Aside from that overwhelming domineering presence, he was practically a carbon copy of the "King of Hell." Within the "Mingyue Sect," there was no one else like him besides the "Third Under Heaven"!

The two stared at each other, speechless for a long time, a chilling, silent killing intent echoing in the air.

After an unknown amount of silence, Long Bufei finally spoke: "Third Under Heaven?"

The Third Under Heaven's voice was like a ghost, fragmented and ethereal: "I never thought that after I was willing to let you go, you would still come to your death."

At this point, Long Bufei was even more certain of the newcomer's identity. He said in a deep voice: "You and I will inevitably fight sooner or later, but that's not my purpose today. I'm only looking for Jun Nitian. Doesn't he dare to come out and see me?" The

Third Under Heaven stared at Long Bufei with a strange look, as if looking at a dying man with contempt and pity. After a long while, he said: "On the 'Duonao River,' you couldn't do anything to Master even with your superior numbers. I'm curious what makes you think that going alone and deep into enemy territory can change..." "Write down the results?"

Long Bufei roared to the sky, resolutely saying, "I, Long, came to avenge Lady Jun. As for life and death, I have long since disregarded them!"

Upon hearing this, Tianxia Sandi's expression changed drastically, and his body trembled violently. "What did you say?! Who did you say died?"

Long Bufei roared angrily, "Still pretending! Jun Tianjiao was killed by Jun Nitian himself. This matter has spread throughout the martial world. For the 'Yanhuang' (King of Hell) to use such a heavy hand against a junior woman, even if it was to avenge his previous actions, it shouldn't have started with Lady Jun! Even if I am alone, I will seek justice for Lady Jun's tragic death!" The

more Tianxia Sandi listened, the worse his expression became. In the end, his whole body couldn't help but tremble, and his already pale face became even more ashen.

"So that's how it is... But Master, why did you do this? Why did you do this...?!"

Tianxia Sandi looked up to the sky and howled in grief, as if gods and demons were weeping together. His misery, confusion, anger, and helplessness moved even Long Bufei, who was standing beside him.

"Upon hearing the news of Miss Jun's death, his grief seems to surpass mine. Why is that?"

Before Long Bufei's question could be answered, the third-ranked man in the world's grief and heartbreak suddenly transformed into endless, cold, and murderous intent! When he raised his head again, tears streamed down his face, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was like that of a ferocious demon!

"Clang!"

The "Heavenly Will Blade" was drawn.

The Third Under Heaven roared, "Long Bufei! Today, not only will you not be able to avenge Jun Tianjiao, but you will also die by my hand!"

Long Bufei raised an eyebrow and said, "No matter what relationship you have with Miss Jun, if I have to step over your corpse to see Jun Nitian, then I don't mind going to great lengths!" The

Third Under Heaven laughed loudly, his laughter sorrowful and mad, his eyes filled with unfathomable bitterness.

"You will never know why you died."

There was nothing left to say between the two; what remained was a battle to be decided by death!

Chapter Eight: Asura War God.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness at the edge of the sky, in a branch of the "Duonao River," Jun Tianxie's body was clearly visible, completely submerged in the water, floating like a corpse, his eyes closed, his life or death unknown.

In fact, Jun Tianxie has been drifting aimlessly like a floating boat for three days now, without relying on any external force. He hasn't eaten at all, relying entirely on the "dead meditation" state of his "evil path Nirvana," where his body is like rotten wood and his heart like dead ashes. He has reduced his physical energy consumption to a minimum, similar to the Buddhist practice of "returning to emptiness and meditating," allowing him to perform this "human floating boat" feat on his own.

However, even with this minimal expenditure, for Jun Tianxie, who has maintained the "dead meditation" state for three days and three nights, this is approaching the limit of his current strength. If he continues, he will either become a mindless idiot or drown from exhaustion. Neither of these outcomes is the path a smart person like "Evil Star" would choose. So what makes him so persistent?

If he were to explain it to himself, it could only be an inexplicable "feeling" that drives him to perform this seemingly meaningless act.

It wasn't the guilt that came with "killing" his own sister, Jun Tianjiao. In fact, the thought of atonement with death had never crossed Jun Tianxie's mind. After all, he was an incurable egoist. Besides, if one were to seriously investigate the cause of Jun Tianjiao's death, the real culprit wasn't him or Jun Nitian, but the "Third Heavenly Evil" who was still shrouded in mystery!

Jun Tianxie's words before parting with his mother—"to find a way to kill myself"—of course didn't refer to suicide, but to eliminating this third personality who shared a body with him but completely disregarded him and "Demon Star"!

Jun Tianxie knew, of course, that this was no easy task. Not to mention that the Third Heavenly Evil's consciousness was far superior to his own, based on the experiences so far, the Third Heavenly Evil might be the true owner of this body, and it was only he and Yu Tianxie who had usurped it.

Jun Tianxie absolutely could not accept the cruel reality that his life was merely that of a puppet. If there truly was such an illogical existence as "divine will," he would defy it with his own power.

The Third Heavenly Evil, who created him, would regret it deeply! His

aimless drifting had reached its limit. Finally, as his mind and strength were about to be exhausted, his "feeling" gave him the answer.

Jun Tianxie suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the stream with a "splash." Despite not having eaten or drunk anything for three days, his handsome, wicked face showed no signs of weariness. His eyes, like stars, stared at a figure appearing on the stream bank.

Long, black sideburns swayed slightly behind his ears. He had a delicate face, slender eyebrows, and black, crystal-like eyes that seemed to see through the secrets of heaven. A purple jade pendant hung at his waist, and he held a folding fan. When their eyes met, a glint of icy blue, wicked light flashed deep within his pupils.

"So you did come after all,"

Jun Tianxie said calmly. "When news of your death spread from within the sect, I was the first to disbelieve it. My good master couldn't have died so easily, could he? 'Man proposes, God disposes,' but the moon is obscured by clouds."

The past six months have been a rollercoaster of fortunes for the righteous martial arts world, best described as "misfortunes never come singly, but blessings never come in pairs." The successive deaths of key figures in the Seven Sects Alliance have directly tipped the balance of power, with the righteous fading and the demonic forces rising. In contrast, while the demonic sects have been plagued by internal strife in recent years, the three major demonic powers remain steadfast, and with a constant stream of talented individuals emerging, the righteous alliance, whose strength is waning like the setting sun, faces an extremely bleak future.

Among those most affected are the "Shura Hall" and "Cold Shura" Dugu Bingxin, whose leadership was assassinated by their nemesis and whose abilities have been constantly questioned since their young eldest son took over as leader.

The process by which Dugu Bingxin took over the "Shura Hall" was far darker and more unbearable than what was outwardly known. Those involved knew this better than anyone, so after assuming the position, she spared no effort to eliminate any potential sources of information. Many veteran members of the old leadership were exiled, and some were even purged or assassinated. Numerous unfamiliar faces gradually replaced the old guard, ostensibly to introduce new blood, but everyone knew this was simply the new leader cultivating her own faction.

Suspicion, doubt, unease, and internal strife eroded trust in the new leader, and Dugu Bingxin's subsequent seclusion, effectively cutting off all communication with the outside world, further deepened the disciples' anxiety.

What would become of the "Shura Hall"? This was undoubtedly the question on the minds of every disciple.

However, some were concerned with entirely different issues.

A middle-aged man with an utterly indescribable appearance—one you could look at dozens of times a day and still not be able to name his features—suddenly appeared at the main gate of the "Shura Hall."

The guards, seeing someone appear out of nowhere, were initially startled. However, because the newcomer's appearance and demeanor were so ordinary, they couldn't associate him with words like "enemy" or "threat." They assumed they were simply overworked and had misjudged him, and intended to simply dismiss him. But before they could speak, the man had already approached them without hesitation. Several guards immediately tried to stop him, but the moment they moved, the middle-aged man vanished before their eyes as if swallowed by the void. The suddenness of his disappearance made them almost suspect they had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and a chilling atmosphere began to permeate the crowd.

However, the middle-aged man wasn't some kind of ghost. The reason he appeared and disappeared so suddenly was simply due to the unique nature of his unparalleled "omnipresent" movement technique—seemingly present yet absent, visible yet unseen. His identity was becoming increasingly clear.

A sense of vigilance began to permeate the air, sparse but steadily spreading.

The middle-aged man walked on, in his own silent world, a slight smile rippling across his lips. Even a centipede doesn't die easily; the "Shura Hall" did have some skill, not the weaklings he'd imagined. But that wasn't enough to stop him, the world's number one assassin!

As if entering an empty field, the middle-aged man headed straight for the most heavily guarded area of the "Shura Hall"—the former "Dark Shura," Dugu Suiyu's, hospital! That was where his purpose for being there lay.

A few more minutes passed, and finally, the person he wanted to see appeared in his line of sight.

A young man, seemingly born from the essence of night, stood before the middle-aged man, his entire body clad in black except for a silver spider embroidered on his right chest. Even his pupils were like pools of ink, devoid of any white, radiating an incomparably deep and dark aura.

Sensing the young man's hazy, black-mist-like killing intent, the middle-aged man, who had moved with lightning speed, suddenly stopped and reappeared, standing there as if he had never moved.

"You discovered my movements earlier than I expected. Should I praise you, like father, like son?"

"Cold Asura," Dugu Bingxin said indifferently, his eyes deep and distant, like the stars and the Milky Way in the sky.

"I knew you would come."

"Oh." The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow. It was unexpected that Dugu Suiyu's son could give him such a profound and unfathomable feeling. However, when he first broke into the "Shura Hall," Dugu Bingxin was just an inexperienced newcomer. So, had he encountered something extraordinary these past few days?

Even if the son of the "Dark Shura" surpassed his master, he could never be a match for the world's number one assassin—"Assassin" Yi Shuihan. The middle-aged man possessed such confidence because he was Yi Shuihan, and Yi Shuihan was him.

Dugu Bingxin continued, "After my father's death, you believed no one could challenge you for the title of the world's number one assassin, so you planned to come to this hall to demonstrate your power and put into practice the legend of 'one man against a hall,' is that right?"

Even when mentioning her father's death, Dugu Bingxin's tone remained unwavering, as if she truly lived up to her name of being ruthless and cold-hearted.

Yi Shuihan narrowed his eyes, looking at Dugu Bingxin with a meaningful gaze, and said, word by word, "Good lad! It seems you've been deliberately hiding your true intentions all this time, letting everyone underestimate you. But even if you know my purpose, what can you do?"

Dugu Bingxin said calmly, "Nothing much, I just intend to use you as a sacrificial offering to re-establish my authority."

Yi Shuihan smiled instead of getting angry, "Good! Truly a formidable young man. You're the first junior to speak so confidently in front of me, but confidence must be built on relative strength; otherwise, it's just synonymous with foolish arrogance."

Dugu Bingxin said, "Regarding strength, let's..." "Senior Lao Yi, you're worried."

Yi Shuihan chuckled dryly, "Where does your almost ignorant confidence come from? I'm very interested to know."

Dugu Bingxin sneered, "You want to know? That's easy."

Dugu Bingxin's eyes blazed with divine light, and the space around him was suddenly enveloped by a mysterious atmosphere, as if that space was under the control of his will. Then, the ground beneath his feet slowly extended and merged with his body until his entire body was covered in mud. Then it began to deform, slowly transforming into a clay sculpture with a height of nine feet, three heads and six arms, resembling the image of an Asura fighting Buddha in Buddhism, yet giving people an incomparably hard and majestic feeling! Even though Yi Shuihan was well-traveled, he had never seen such an amazing sight and couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

The "mud statue" was completed and could even move, and it gave people a lifelike feeling. Even though he knew that Dugu Bingxin was using some kind of mysterious technique to control it, it was still unbelievable. Moreover, of the three faces of this clay figure, besides Dugu Bingxin's still expressionless face, the two side profiles had transformed into the angry face of their father, Dugu Suiyu, and the eerie smile of their younger brother, Dugu Hanxin. These two people, who were clearly dead, appeared vividly alongside their only remaining blood relatives in another way, making the sight even more chilling!

Yi Shuihan could sense that within that clay figure, which seemed to be formed from the earth and Dugu Bingxin as one, lay an incredibly terrifying power, a power almost no less than that of the three Demon Lords! How could Dugu Bingxin, who was not even thirty years old, possess such profound power? The

"clay figure" could even speak, uttering a cold, icy tone that contained an arrogant and domineering air of annihilation over all living beings: "To become the first test subject since the creation of my 'Asura War God,' Yi Shuihan, you should die with pride."

"The Asura War God?"

Dugu Bingxin said proudly, "By fusing the 'War God's Undying Body' of Xuanwu, the 'War God' from three hundred years ago, and the 'Asura Undying Body' passed down in the 'Asura Hall,' I have integrated these two martial arts and created a peerless technique that surpasses both of them. I call it 'The Asura War God'!"

Yi Shuihan exclaimed in surprise, "The peerless War God Xuanwu, who was hailed as the number one master three hundred years ago?! Why have you mastered his martial arts?!"

Dugu Bingxin smiled and said, "Because Xuanwu's original surname was Dugu, and I am his descendant."

Yi Shuihan was surprised again upon hearing this, "If that's the case, then why...?"

Dugu Bingxin interrupted him with a cold smile, "You want to ask why Dugu..." " Since our family are descendants of the God of War, why has no one in the 'Asura Hall' throughout the ages mastered the 'God of War Register' that Xuanwu used to be invincible?"

He then answered to himself, "That's because even Xuanwu couldn't reach the very first statement of the 'God of War Register'—'Ruthless and selfless, invincible under heaven!' Unless one possesses a uniquely superior physique like Xuanwu, forcibly cultivating it will only lead to qi deviation. Therefore, the 'God of War Register' was eventually sealed by the clan, forbidding the Dugu lineage from cultivating the God of War's mental techniques."

Dugu Bingxin suddenly laughed wildly, but there was no joy in her laughter; instead, it was filled with a cold and violent cruelty.

"But I am different. I can even plot to kill my own father and brother. I have truly reached the point of being ruthless and heartless, disregarding even family ties. I am Asura, and Asura is me. I will kill gods if they stand in my way, and I will kill Buddhas if they stand in my way!"

Yi Shuihan was greatly shocked.

"Could it be that Dugu Suiyu was killed by you...?!"

Recalling the many suspicious points circulating in the martial arts world about Dugu Suiyu's death, and seeing the fierce and murderous aura emanating from Dugu Bingxin now, Yi Shuihan had no choice but to believe the latter's words, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Dugu Suiyu, who actually had such an inhuman son!

Dugu Bingxin's laughter suddenly stopped, and she looked at Yi Shuihan with cold and calm eyes.

"Do you know why I designated this area within a hundred feet as a forbidden zone, forbidding anyone from interfering in our battle?"

Yi Shuihan said in a deep voice, "Because you can't help but want to show off your good deeds, yet you absolutely cannot let your disciples hear it."

Dugu Bingxin laughed, "Clever! No wonder you were once an assassin on par with my father. It's just a pity that the martial world is no longer the domain of you old bones. Go to the Western Paradise and find my old man to settle the score!"

"Did you think you could be invincible by hiding in a mud statue?" A murderous glint flashed in Yi Shuihan's eyes as he coldly said, "You underestimate the people of the world and me, one of the nine extraordinary people, the 'assassin' Yi Shuihan!"

Before he finished speaking, Yi Shuihan's figure suddenly faded, followed by a strong gust of wind. The next moment, he flashed and reappeared in the space, his sleeves sweeping towards Dugu Bingxin like lightning.

Before Dugu Bingxin could even conceive of a dodge, Yi Shuihan had already struck him on the forehead with a palm strike. This strike, imbued with ninety percent of the latter's power, would have knocked down even ten water buffaloes. However, the clay puppet modeled after Dugu Bingxin merely swayed, then acted as if nothing had happened.

Yi Shuihan was greatly surprised, never expecting that the protective aura of this "Asura War God" was truly far superior to the "Asura Undying Body"! But what surprised him even more was yet to come. The other four arms of the clay puppet were not merely for show! With a turn of his body, the three arms on the right simultaneously attacked him with unbelievable force! Yi Shuihan was, after all, a

master of his generation. His body moved with lightning speed, but unfortunately, his "Omnipresent" ability allowed him to evade the sweeping attack of the three arms, yet he could not avoid the next wave of attacks. Dugu Bingxin's left arm suddenly doubled in speed. Yi Shuihan, suspended in mid-air with no leverage,

was struck hard by two left fists from the "Asura War God." He felt a piercing pain as if his entire body was about to explode, cried out, and was sent flying.

Dugu Bingxin sneered, "Back then, the 'War God' Xuanwu's 'War God Undying Body' could transform all things into armor, achieving a state of invulnerability to blades, spears, water, and fire. Later, the Dugu lineage's 'Asura Undying Body' only reached the level of using qi as armor, far inferior in power. Now, my 'Asura War God' is a true combination of qi and armor, offense and defense in one. Even if Xuanwu were reborn, he would have to bow down to my perfect battle body!"

With that, he shot out like a cannonball, his massive body not hindering his agility. He overtook Yi Shuihan, unleashing a devastating punch.

Yi Shuihan inhaled and turned in mid-air, unleashing a continuous barrage of palm strikes. What appeared to be a single strike was actually dozens of strikes, each seemingly light and effortless, yet carrying a suction force. Dozens of palm strikes landed on Dugu Bingxin's fist, each absorbing a portion of the latter's power. After more than thirty strikes, Yi Shuihan, like a fallen leaf, clung to the God of War's heavy fist, drifting away with the force of the blows.

Dugu Bingxin was taken aback, then laughed, "Good heavens! As expected of one of the Nine Extraordinary Men, it seems I'll have to put in a lot more effort to deal with this old man!"

Yi Shuihan's face turned pale, and he coughed hard, coughing up blood. After landing, he said in a deep voice, "Indeed, the younger generation is formidable. It seems I underestimated you today."

Dugu Bingxin sneered, "Don't try to stall for time to recover. Today, you will only have one fate: death!"

Yi Shuihan, as expected of the world's number one assassin who had seen it all, remained calm even in this unfavorable situation, saying, "If you want to spare my life, then we'll see what you're capable of."

"Nonsense!" Dugu Bingxin scoffed coldly, and her massive body, that of a war god, once again swung her fist at Yi Shuihan.

"This move will take your life!"

Yi Shuihan's expression turned solemn, and he suddenly made a strange movement, simultaneously drawing both palms to seal his chest, and a cold, gentle breeze suddenly blew out. Dugu Bingxin suddenly felt immense pressure, as if countless people wielding sharp weapons were attacking her vitals. A wall of fear gathered in the air, surrounding her.

"Is this 'Yi Shui Han Feng'?" A deeply sarcastic smile appeared on Dugu Bingxin's lips. "Unorthodox methods, break!"

With the word "break," Dugu Bingxin's already incredibly fast body pushed its limits again. An overwhelming, annihilating true energy shot out like lightning, dispersing the chilling wind without a trace. Then, a heavy punch slammed into Yi Shuihan's chest!

"Boom!"

"I've fallen for your trap!" Having successfully struck Yi Shuihan, Dugu Bingxin's expression suddenly changed.

Yi Shuihan's eyes were tightly closed, his face unchanged, as if his soul had left his body. The force of Dugu Bingxin's punch, powerful enough to shatter a small mountain, struck him as if hitting empty air, without any point of contact!

"Dugu Bingxin, we'll meet again..."

Yi Shuihan's body gradually dissipated before Dugu Bingxin's eyes like a wisp of air, his voice fading into the distance.

Dugu Bingxin reluctantly withdrew her fist, gazing into the distance and muttering, "As expected of that old fox, he still managed to escape. I didn't expect him to have mastered the 'Qi Dispersion and Shifting Form' technique. I miscalculated..."

Despite the miscalculation, Dugu Bingxin's face showed little disappointment. In this battle, he, as the "Asura War God," had decisively defeated Yi Shuihan, one of the Nine Extraordinary People, the "Assassin." The result was unprecedentedly brilliant, surpassing even his father's achievements. Now, those unruly old men should have nothing to say, right? It was time to carry out his plan; all obstacles in his path would be ruthlessly removed.

Even his father would be no exception.

"Xueyi... everything I've done is for you... for you, I'm willing to transform into a bloodless, tearless killing demon to remove all those who stand in your way..."

A whispered murmur, like a gentle breeze, flowed softly through Dugu Bingxin's deep eyes. How many could truly understand the heart of this seemingly ruthless and cold-blooded demon?

Chapter Nine: Master and Disciple

Although the master and disciple hadn't seen each other for many years, the silence in the air suggested neither had any interest in a heartfelt embrace. After all, the distance between them wasn't solely due to age and time.

Finally, it was Yun Fuyue, her robes flowing like a fairy's, who broke the silence with a hazy, enigmatic smile.

"Seven years have passed, Tianxie. You've grown quite a bit."

Jun Tianxie smiled faintly and said, "Indeed, it's been a long time. When I was in the Taishi family, I tried to write to you, Master, but I never received a reply."

Jun Tianxie's words clearly implied that Yun Fuyue had ignored him after witnessing the terrifying experience of that night, while also indicating that he had regained his sealed memories, and that the latter could no longer deceive him with lies.

Yun Fuyue said nonchalantly, "I dare to appear before you this time because I am mentally prepared to confess everything. I only want to ask you one question first: how much do you know about the origins of the third personality within you?"

Jun Tianxie replied, "All of it."

Upon hearing this, Yun Fuyue took a deep breath, a strange glint flashing in her eyes.

"Can the three personalities transfer memories between each other...? Since that's the case, what else do you want to know from me..."

Jun Tianxie smiled, "I want to know about Master's relationship with the 'Six Realms,' and why you came to me in the first place."

Yun Fuyue raised an extremely handsome eyebrow and snorted, "Time really does change a person!

The Tianxie I remember back then shouldn't have been such a direct child."

Jun Tianxie patted his forehead and laughed, "Master is joking. The one who learned from Master back then wasn't the current me. As far as I know, that kid was probably less likable than anyone else."

Yun Fuyue sighed, "So you really do know everything."

Jun Tianxie said, "So Master had better stop beating around the bush and wasting our time."

Yun Fuyue rolled her eyes at him and said, "Is this how you talk to your master?"

Jun Tianxie smiled slightly, "Disciple knows his mistake."

Although Jun Tianxie said he knew his mistake, there was no hint of apology in his tone.

Yun Fuyue didn't take it to heart, and looked up at the sky, pondering, "Even if I don't tell you, you'll find out sooner or later... Alright! I am indeed a shikigami from the 'Human Realm,' one of the 'Six Realms.' My purpose in approaching you back then was to confirm whether you were the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor's spirit child."

Even though Jun Tianxie was already mentally prepared, his expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

"Master, do you really believe I am the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor?"

Yun Fuyue shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Only the 'him' within you... can answer this question."

Jun Tianxie was taken aback and said, "So, even your 'Six Paths Realm' cannot confirm where the real Holy Emperor is now?"

Yun Fuyue smiled and said, "Disciple seems very concerned about the Holy Emperor's whereabouts!"

Jun Tianxie said irritably, "Master, why ask when you already know the answer? This concerns my life and death, so of course I must get to the bottom of it!"

Yun Fuyue sighed, "Just because you called me Master, I'll make an exception and tell you another secret—the 'Sword of Eternity' passed down through the Six Paths can only be practiced and used by the Holy Emperor. And the two moves of the Sword of Eternity that I taught you back then, you learned them immediately. If you say it has nothing to do with the Holy Emperor, I really can't find another explanation."

Jun Tianxie took a deep breath. He slowly said, "I don't know if you believe me, Master, but Third Heavenly Evil once told me personally that he is not the reincarnation of the Six Paths Holy Emperor."

Yun Fuyue asked in surprise, "He really said that? But no one but the Holy Emperor himself can wield the Sword of Eternity. As the custodian of the sword technique and a shikigami of the human realm, I can be 100% certain of this."

Jun Tianxie shrugged and said, "I don't know the reason either. Perhaps Third Heavenly Evil is just naturally gifted."

Yun Fuyue pondered and said, "Even if he doesn't admit it, there must be some connection between Third Heavenly Evil and the Holy Emperor. It's just that I can't confirm it right now."

Jun Tianxie changed the subject and asked, "Why did you leave the Underworld Sect by faking your death, Master?"

Yun Fuyue smiled bitterly and said, "Can I not answer this question? Everyone should have some secrets of their own."

Jun Tianxie said, "Since Master doesn't want to say, your disciple naturally dares not ask further. However, since Master feigned death to avoid the world, yet summoned me here to meet you with his spiritual sense, it couldn't be just to see his disciple whom he hasn't heard from in years, could it?"

Yun Fuyue said, "Of course not. I came to find you to come with me to a place. If you want to know the true relationship between the Third Heavenly Evil and the Holy Emperor, you must come with me."

Jun Tianxie asked in astonishment, "Where is that?"

Yun Fuyue said in a deep voice, "The headquarters of the 'Six Realms,' the head of the Thirty-Six Blissful Heavens—the Heavenly... " "Outer Heaven!"

Jun Tianxie asked, "Is there anything there?"

Yun Fuyue calmly replied, "The Six Paths Mandala, symbolizing the reincarnation of the Six Paths Shikigami! One of the sections belonging to the 'Heavenly Path' has been blank for over three hundred years, but it still holds a glimmer of hope for the Holy Emperor's resurrection... The only thing that exists on the Heavenly Path Mandala is said to be a relic found in the ashes after the Holy Emperor's cremation—the 'Six Paths Heavenly Pearl'!

It is the key sacred object for the Holy Emperor's resurrection."

Jun Tianxie seemed to have understood Yun Fuyue's unfinished words.

"You mean...?"

"If you come into contact with the 'Six Paths Heavenly Pearl,' and if you are truly the reincarnation of the Holy Emperor, the Six Paths Relic will shine brightly; otherwise, you will have no connection whatsoever with the Holy Emperor. Are you willing to try?"

Jun Tianxie remained silent for a long time before saying, "What if I am truly a reincarnated spirit child?"

Yun Fuyue shook his head and said, "I cannot answer this question, because the answer lies with you."

Jun Tianxie looked up at the sky, lost in thought, his young and handsome face showing some hesitation.

"I need time to consider. I cannot give you an answer right now."

From Yun Fuyue's expression, it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or disappointed after hearing these words.

"I understand. How long do you need to consider?"

Jun Tianxie thought for a moment and replied, "I will give Master an answer in seventy-two days."

Yun Fuyue frowned and asked, "Why wait until then?"

Jun Tianxie said calmly, "I have already wronged the old man too much. When he passes away peacefully, as his son, I should at least be by his side to see him off on his final journey."

Yun Fuyue was shocked and said, "What did you say? You mean that Sect Master Jun... his time is not far off?"

Jun Tianxie's face darkened and he said, "Master should have some sense of this, otherwise there would be no need to fake his death and leave the sect. Because without the old man's protection, the 'Mingyue Sect,' relying solely on being the third strongest in the world, cannot stop other shikigami from seeking out Master, the traitor."

Yun Fuyue's expression changed and he said, "How could you know...?!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted them.

Jun Tianxie raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, "With the old man's shrewdness, if Master had been secretly communicating with the Six Paths Realm all these years, how could the old man have allowed those around him to have ulterior motives? However, it would be strange if he hadn't been seen as a traitor by the other shikigami after ten years of not contacting his companions."

Yun Fuyue stared at Jun Tianxie for a long time, then shook her head and smiled bitterly, "I can never defeat your father and son. Is this what they call a nemesis?"

Jun Tianxie coldly replied, "The Jun family has never believed in fate. If destiny intends to oppose me, then I will defy it."

Yun Fuyue remarked with feeling, "The tone and expression you used when you said that are exactly like your father's. Is blood ties really an innate quality that is harder to change than anything else?"

Jun Tianxie's face showed displeasure as he said: "That's just your misperception, Master. Don't confuse me with the old man,"

Yun Fuyue said, stroking her long hair. "But just now, from your words, I clearly sensed a strong desire to reconcile with your father."

Jun Tianxie revealed a mocking smile and said, "The day the old man breathes his last will be the day I reconcile with him. There is no other possibility. Master, don't waste your time."

Yun Fuyue said, "If that's your choice, then I have nothing to say."

Jun Tianxie laughed, "Let's not talk about such unpleasant things. It's rare for us, master and disciple, to reunite after so long. Would Master do me the honor of having a drink with me to celebrate?"

Yun Fuyue chuckled, "If I refuse, wouldn't I seem too heartless? Let's go!

You want to ..." "Where shall we go for a drink?"

Jun Tianxie readily agreed, "Of course, I'll follow Master's arrangements."

Yun Fuyue chuckled, "I've never seen you so obedient to your master in other matters. Well then, 'Rouyu Pavilion' is only half a day's journey from here. I wonder if, after ten years, the singing girls on the ferry boats of 'Duonao River' are still as melodious as heavenly music."

Jun Tianxie clapped his hands and laughed, "So Master was quite the romantic and poetic man in his youth. With your character and talent, you must have captivated many beauties, right?"

Yun Fuyue's eyes flashed with nostalgia as she softly said, "A man who isn't romantic in his youth is wasting his life. Your master is no exception. A teacher for a day is a father for life. Let me teach you a few secrets to winning over women, lest your Jun family line end in the future." "The heir to the fire is blaming me, his master!"

Jun Tianxie nearly burst out laughing, "Master, you only know one side of the story. I've been with at least eighty or a hundred women, and my practical experience probably surpasses yours, who hasn't tasted blood in ten years. If you don't mind, I can share one or two of my old flames with you!"

Yun Fuyue feigned anger, "Aren't you looking down on me? I'll do as you say. If I don't get the goods I want, I'll punish you severely!"

Jun Tianxie exclaimed, "Master, isn't this asking too much?"

The two exchanged a glance and couldn't help but burst into laughter. For Jun Tianxie, this was the first time he had felt so relaxed since Jun Tianjiao's death. Since Jun Nitian could not be a "father" he could respect, Yun Fuyue became, in a sense, the only "adult" he could entrust his feelings to.

No matter how their relationship would change in the future, at least for now, the bond between master and disciple was genuine and beyond doubt.

April 15th, early spring, at the edge of the azure sea, in the desolate wilderness.

"Piercing Cloud Mountain!" Named for its extremely high, steep cliffs reaching into the sky, it resembles a pillar of the earth supporting the clouds.

Piercing Cloud Mountain is perpetually shrouded in clouds. Climbing the mountain, one sees only winding, treacherous plank roads, steep and majestic, flanked by lush vegetation. A cool breeze blows, making one feel as if they are in a fairyland. Amidst

the misty clouds, ancient pines and cypresses, this idyllic mountain, a paradise on earth, naturally belongs to an extraordinary figure: the leader of the "Nine Eccentrics," "Xuanzong" Xiaowentian! As the foremost Taoist master and also the unseen spiritual leader of the righteous martial arts world, though he remains detached from worldly affairs, in this time of waning Tao and rising demons, "Xuanzong's" existence is like a lighthouse on a dark sea, still bringing a glimmer of hope to this cold and desolate night.

Although Xiao Wentian himself was unwilling to get involved in the martial arts world, as long as one is in the martial arts world, one cannot completely avoid the troubles of worldly affairs. Moreover, with the compassionate heart of "Xuanzong," he could not stand

idly by and watch the suffering of the common people. The establishment of "Poyu" was largely facilitated by Xuanzong himself. Even his granddaughter Xiao Shiqing and distant relative Xiao Yao joined the righteous path as pillars of the new generation with his tacit approval. Fame inevitably brings countless troubles. For a master-level figure like Xiao Wentian, who is so influential, there are countless masters from both the righteous and the evil paths who want to challenge him and become famous overnight. However, when the nine extraordinary people gathered at Mount Hua to discuss martial arts seven years ago, although "General" Tang Luanli and "Double Gun" Tan Zilong were not present, the seven extraordinary people fought for five days and five nights. In the end, they unanimously elected "Xuanzong" as the leader of the nine extraordinary people. Since then, those who dare to go to Chuanyun Mountain to challenge Xiao Wentian have almost disappeared.

However, regardless of martial arts skill, conflict between people is inevitable due to differing stances and beliefs. The reason the highest-level battle hasn't erupted is because both sides have reservations and are unwilling to let a third force reap the benefits. They won't take that irreversible step unless absolutely necessary. As long as the strongest maintain this tacit understanding, the delicate balance of power will continue.

Unfortunately, now there is a powerful figure whose life is nearing its end, and he has no more reservations! He will burn his life to the fullest in his remaining hundred days, upholding his invincible belief that "the strong lose, the stronger win!" His actions will shatter the stagnant waters of the martial world that have been dormant for over twenty years, stirring up a storm!

He is the number one master in the world, "Yan Huang" Jun Nitian!

Jun Nitian's arrival will no longer bring peace to Chuanyun Mountain! It will unleash a bloodbath!

A black whirlwind raced along the mountain path. Within the black storm, one could feel endless violence and rage, as if it were some kind of demon that had escaped from the deepest hell. It stirred up clouds of dust along the way, and all who witnessed this black whirlwind felt a chill of impending doom.

Sensing the killing intent within the black storm, the master of Chuanyun Mountain knew this battle was inevitable. With a deep sigh, he said, "Xuanzong's 'Xiao Wentian' has finally decided to reveal himself!"

Suddenly, the clouds seemed to be drawn by some force, converging and moving in a certain direction. The wind surged and the clouds moved, and a figure slowly descended from a gap in the cloud canopy at the mountain peak. The old man wore a white Taoist robe, had long silver hair and a beard, and possessed an ethereal, otherworldly air. He was as light as a feather, floating ethereally among the clouds atop the peak, like a celestial being descending to earth!

Such unparalleled lightness skill, soaring through the clouds, was beyond the reach of ordinary masters. A closer look at the old man's face revealed an ethereal, otherworldly air. Though his hair was completely white, he showed no signs of age. His eyes held a childlike innocence and a sense of detachment from worldly affairs, yet upon closer inspection, they also possessed a mysterious and unpredictable quality, seemingly connected to the Dao. Combined with his elegant and slender figure, he exuded a charm beyond the mortal realm.

Xiao Wentian, hailed as the leader of the Nine Extraordinary Individuals, descended from the clouds, his gaze slowly settling on the approaching black whirlwind. He spoke, "Sect Master Jun, your presence is an honor. I, Wentian, have failed to greet you properly; please forgive my lack of hospitality." Upon

hearing this, the whirlwind abruptly ceased, and black currents surged up the mountaintop. Each wisp of black energy possessed a sharp, deadly power, capable of piercing iron and gold, shooting towards Xiao Wentian like a swarm of bees emerging from their hive.

Xiao Wentian's silver beard and white robes fluttered in the wind. His detached gaze and childlike smile seemed oblivious to the black, deadly aura emanating from him. Yet, the black light vanished as quickly as it reached a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) around him, leaving not a trace, not even a ripple.

The black energy dissipated, revealing an incomparably tall and imposing figure, like a demon god, whose voice boomed like primordial thunder.

"Excellent! Brother Xiao's 'Formless Primordial Qi' has reached the eleventh level, the realm of 'Refining Emptiness into Perfection,' just a hair's breadth away from achieving the realm of 'Refining Emptiness to Return to the Dao,' and 'Ascension in Broad Daylight.' I am truly impressed."

Jun Nitian's words seemed flattering, but they concealed a hidden tactic. If Xiao Wentian were to show even the slightest fear of injury during battle, preventing him from fully mastering his Dao, it would create an irreparable flaw in his mind and spirit, ensuring his inevitable defeat in this battle.

With his hands clasped behind his back, Xiao Wentian smiled gently and said, "Success or failure, gain or loss, I do not dwell on. Whether the Wuxiang Hunyuan realm is the eleventh or twelfth level, to me, it is not as important as a pot of old wine. Does the sect leader agree?"

Jun Nitian's eyes flashed like lightning, and the murderous aura emanating from him was heavier than ever before. His gaze was like a sharp sword, shooting at Xiao Wentian from afar.

"Not elated by success, nor saddened by failure, Brother Xiao's selfless and self-disciplined cultivation method has deeply reached the Daoist realm of utmost stillness and emptiness. I have learned a lot!"

A strange light flashed in Xiao Wentian's eyes. Jun Nitian's few words showed that he had a thorough understanding of his cultivation. The secret message he had received earlier from "Breaking the Prison" indicated that the latter's mood was greatly affected by killing his daughter with his own hands. For experts at their level, the greatest taboo is using their inner energy to damage their heart, as it can cause irreparable harm. But the Jun Nitian standing before him now not only showed no signs of diminishing power, but seemed to be at an unprecedented peak. Jun Tianjiao's death had no effect on him whatsoever. How did he manage this?

Jun Nitian calmly stepped onto the last plank road, landing on the mirror-like platform at the summit, standing about two zhang in front of Xiao Wentian. He said lightly, "I have long admired Brother Xiao's 'Formless Primordial Qi,' but have had no opportunity to experience it. Now that my time is near, I wish to fulfill a few wishes before I die, leaving this world without regrets, and to be on par with Brother Xiao. This is one of my wishes before my death."

Xiao Wentian smiled bitterly, "How I wish the Sect Master would say that he came to see me today only to drink and chat, but unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. It seems..." As long as scheming resides in one's heart, worldly affairs will inevitably be turned upside down and sink into ruin. "

Jun Nitian laughed loudly, "What a fine 'scheming in one's heart'! It seems Brother Xiao has also realized the problem. Since you have decided to withdraw from worldly affairs, you should not be inconsistent in your words and deeds, secretly supporting the 'Prison Break' forces to oppose my Mingyue Sect. My eldest disciple's cultivation is still shallow, and he still needs time to cultivate before he can step into the strongest realm. For the sake of our sect's future, I have no choice but to take action before my time is up to eliminate Brother Xiao and prevent future troubles! Brother Xiao, do you have any last words?"

A murderous aura soared into the sky.

Chapter Ten Guanyin Heavenly Maiden

Dragon Steps Flying Abyss Tingyue's figure stood tall and proud, her eyes shooting out a sharp divine light like a hawk, unblinking for a moment. The righteous aura emanating from her body was fiercely clashing with the dense death aura pressing down from the Third Under Heaven.

The Third Under Heaven held a knife in one hand, his black hair flying back like a madman, with an indescribable evil, his face indifferent, as if he had lost all human emotions.

Because of Jun Tianjiao's death, these two rising stars of the Dao and Demonic factions finally faced an irreversible deathmatch!

The stalemate lasted only a few moments before the Third Under Heaven made the first move, stepping forward with his right foot. As the distance closed, a powerful aura surged towards his opponent like a chilling, icy torrent.

Long Bufei, secretly channeling his Immovable King Profound Skill, stood proudly like a mountain, his palms facing upwards and downwards, like a divine statue coexisting with the universe, his aura unyielding.

Their cultivation, skill, and martial arts wisdom were evenly matched. In the end, what would determine the outcome for these two young powerhouses was their fighting spirit, transcending mere skill and tactics, or their unwavering belief in victory. In

this respect, Long Bufei was confident he was no less capable than the Third Under Heaven. He had come to avenge Jun Tianjiao, and before seeing the true culprit, Jun Nitian, he had no reason to fail!

But what about the Third Under Heaven? His only childhood crush was killed by his master, who was also the victim's father. Unable to avenge his most respected master, what was he fighting for?

Even the Third Under Heaven himself probably couldn't answer that question. But at this moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to pulverize the man before him, who was also enraged by Jun Tianjiao's death!

With the battle imminent, the Third Under Heaven suddenly thrust his "Heavenly Will Blade" into the ground, saying, "I have a blade against you empty-handed; it's not a fair victory."

Long Bufei coldly replied, "Even if you have a weapon, it won't change your fate of utter defeat."

"We'll only know after we fight!"

The Third Under Heaven suddenly used his hand as a blade, unleashing a strike at Long Bufei. The moment the blade struck, the world seemed to shift. Long Bufei felt as if he had been transported to a deathly execution ground, all the life and death energy of the world concentrated in the edge of his enemy's palm. Even the bright sun seemed to pale in comparison to the power of this strike. The feeling was strange and eerie beyond description.

"Peerless Demon Blade, Sun-Seizing Force!"

Long Bufei's hands seemed to be gathering yet not gathering, moving slowly yet quickly, a split-screen action that contained extreme speed within extreme slowness, making the viewer feel endless mystery. Suddenly, he leaped into the air and struck down with his palm.

"Boom!"

Long Bufei's sleeves billowed like balls, forcefully blocking the peerless demon blade strike from the third-ranked master in the world, which incorporated the fifteenth level of "Hellwalking" power.

Using the momentum, the Third Under Heaven shifted aside and miraculously appeared behind Long Bufei. With a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed several blade energies, the indestructible death demonic energy coalescing into his wounded blade, launching a dense, rain-like close-range attack.

Long Bufei's eyes were half-closed, his face as still as water. His upper body remained motionless, while his lower body glided like a fish. In a flash, he swiftly countered with a palm strike. The two palms collided, yet no sound was made. However, the Third Under Heaven felt as if his unleashed blade energy had fallen into an abyss, utterly worthless.

"Turning hands to create clouds, turning hands to create rain!"

Long Bufei finally unleashed his signature technique. His sleeves seemed to transform into omnipresent entities, unleashing an all-pervasive, mercury-like attack of energy. Each move appeared to be a forceful, unreserved assault, yet it also revealed countless unpredictable follow-ups, demonstrating a perfect embodiment of defense within offense. In terms of palm techniques alone, Long Bufei was indeed arguably the number one martial artist in the world today.

Faced with this near-perfect palm strike, the Third Under Heaven was forced into a defensive posture, but his composure was tempered with sharpness. His single-armed, peerless demonic blade often unleashed unexpected attacks, posing a threat to Long Bufei.

"Left hand, the world; right hand, the universe!"

Long Bufei resolved to end the battle quickly, chanting the highest principle of the "Overturning Clouds and Rain" palm technique. His left palm unleashed like a tiger released from its cage, accompanied by howling wind and thunder; his right palm was unpredictable, both soft and yin, the two extremes of palm strikes merging seamlessly, creating an earth-shattering aura.

The Third Under Heaven's eyes blazed with a malevolent light, behind which lay unconcealed extreme anger and deep sorrow. His "Hellwalk" demonic art was pushed to its limit, a sinister black aura covering his arm. Each strike carried a heavy, malevolent deathly aura, capable of crushing morale and turning the tide even against powerful attacks.

Unfortunately, against Long Bufei's current righteous fury, the malevolent deathly aura that the "Peerless Demonic Blade" prided itself on was rendered useless. Long Bufei's palm energy suddenly erupted, like a waterfall cascading down, breaking through the hellish body with unstoppable force, inflicting substantial damage on his opponent.

"Ugh!"

The Third Under Heaven spat out a mouthful of blood, staggering back several steps until he stopped his momentum three zhang away, returning to the spot where he had stuck his knife.

Long Bufei's hands hung down, not pressing his advantage, but a vast and unparalleled aura naturally arose within him, still locking onto his opponent.

"It's not honorable for me to fight you with one hand with both hands. Let's fight again with the knife. This time, I'll make you lose without saying a word."

Long Bufei mimicked what the Third Under Heaven had just said to him. This was certainly a way to demoralize his opponent, but he didn't know that the one-armed Third Under Heaven was most sensitive to being seen with a disability. Long Bufei's actions only added fuel to the fire, touching the latter's sore spot!

The Third Under Heaven's face darkened. He stretched out his hand, and the Heavenly Will Knife on the ground seemed to be drawn by some force, flying into his five fingers.

"Long Bufei, you've forced me to draw my blade. You'll have no chance to regret this!"

The Third Under Heaven, man and blade as one, suddenly made Long Bufei, ten steps away, feel all the life force and energy around him being sucked away, centered on the Third Under Heaven's thick-backed black sword, leaving nothing but a chilling, deathly atmosphere.

Long Bufei took a deep breath and said, "Good! You're finally willing to use your true skills. This makes the fight more interesting."

A chilling killing intent, like frost, condensed on the Third Under Heaven's face and blade. In a flash, black sword light surged through the sky, instantly spreading into boundless killing intent.

"Peerless Demonic Blade—Sky-Piercing Force!"

The boundless sword intent fell like stars and frost, cold and icy, chilling to the bone. Even without using the life-consuming "Brahma-Extinction Demonic Blade," this strike from the Third Under Heaven possessed eighty percent of Jun Nitian's power, like a dense storm cloud about to engulf Long Bufei.

Long Bufei circled his palms in defense, wanting to first discern the incoming force of the blade before counterattacking. However, he shouldn't have underestimated the killing power of the third-ranked swordsman in the world combined with the Heavenly Will Blade. Especially this move, "Long Sky

Stance," was the most continuous and powerful blade technique among the peerless demonic blades. The black light of the evil blade surged like waves, showing no signs of waning, creating an oppressive feeling of impending death. Even though Long Bufei's defense was as solid as an iron wall, facing the endless waves of the "Long Sky Stance," coupled with the sharpness of the Heavenly Will Blade, Long Bufei, who had been fighting with only his bare hands until now, finally showed signs of being stretched thin. Several bloody marks appeared on his body; although not fatal, the blood loss alone was enough to lead to defeat.

"Damn it!"

Long Bufei roared, forcing out all his strength. He raised both hands simultaneously, unleashing a move called "Parting the Clouds to See the Blue Sky," his true energy surging forth, using force to break through strength, forcefully pushing away the dark, gloomy blade energy.

The Third Under Heaven's eyes flashed with a cold, fierce light. His movements were synchronized with his blade, and the tense killing intent in the air flowed like waves crashing down from a flat plain, relentlessly pushing towards Long Bufei.

"Wildfire!"

Long Bufei knew he couldn't remain passive any longer. He unleashed his signature move, gathering strength in his right palm and releasing it with his right hand. A majestic, kingly aura emanated from him as he swept his palms down like Mount Tai, intercepting the Third Under Heaven's Wildfire blade attack.

"Boom!"

Long Bufei was propelled into the air, while the Third Under Heaven retreated. The battle remained even.

"Clang!"

The Third Under Heaven suddenly sheathed his blade, his face lowered. A dense aura of death swept over his opponent like a raging storm. It was clear that when his blade was drawn again, it would be an unstoppable, devastating attack.

"The Peerless Demon Blade is one of the three supreme techniques of the 'Nether Mountain Sect.' Passed down to our master, it underwent unprecedented transformations, creating the 'Seven Tribulations of the Demon Blade': Sun-Seizing Force, Endless Force, Sky-Piercing Force, Wildfire Force, Sea-Dividing Force, Blood Soul Force, and Heaven-Slaying Force. To die at the strongest tribulation, one no one has ever witnessed, is your good fortune."

Upon hearing this, Long Bufei's expression remained largely unchanged. His hands were behind his back, his eyes flashing with divine light. Mentally, he "sheathed" himself, preparing to face the third-best, yet-to-be-released, strike with the same Iaijutsu.

"Heaven-Slaying Force!"

The Heavenly Will Blade was drawn once more.

A terrifying black aura tore through the void, like a flowing nightmare. The blade's energy descended like a collapsing sky, its killing power overwhelming. In that eternal instant, before the intent of the "Heaven-Slaying Force," any resistance was futile!

Long Bufei straightened his back abruptly, his robes billowing wildly, his form becoming incomparably fierce. He roared, "Palm Shakes the Heavens!!" His palms struck out, seemingly without variation, yet containing immense, wondrous power, slamming into the sharpest point of the Heavenly Will Blade.

"Boom!"

The force surged and surged.

Both men were holding nothing back in this attack, aiming to crush their opponent with all their might. "Turning Hands to Create Clouds and Rain"

versus the fifteenth level of "Hell's Journey"—their skill was evenly matched. However, the Third Under Heaven's final strike, "Killing Heaven's Might," incorporated the "Brahma's Annihilation and Instantaneous Breath" technique, increasing its killing power by thirty percent, becoming the key to victory.

Both men staggered back as if electrocuted. The Third Under Heaven sheathed his blade, his face turning pale, but quickly returning to normal.

Long Bufei was sent flying seven zhang away before he could stop his momentum. With a loud "whoosh," he coughed up a large amount of blood, his face ashen white, his body swaying precariously. The overwhelming, uncontrollable sword energy surged through his body, causing excruciating pain as if he were being torn apart a thousand times. Even a tough man like him broke out in a cold sweat; it was a miracle he was still standing.

"You've lost."

The third-ranked swordsman in the world stood before Long Bufei, expressionless, calmly stating this confirmed reality. It was clear that Long Bufei still harbored resentment, but unfortunately, he lacked even the strength to utter a word in protest.

Looking back at the Third Under Heaven, the victor felt no joy whatsoever. After breaking through to the fifteenth level of the "Hellwalk" technique, he was confident he had entered the ranks of the world's strongest. Even the severe injuries he sustained in his battles against the Heavenly King and Earthly Treasury had healed much faster than his master had predicted in the six months. With his greatly improved power, he had long considered himself far removed from his former "arch-enemy," who had once been his equal. Yet today's battle had forced him to use weapons, even employing his trump card, the "Brahma-Slaying Demon Blade," to barely secure victory. This gave the Third Under Heaven a feeling of "unfair victory."

However, regardless of his own feelings, for both personal and professional reasons, Long Bufei was an enemy he had to eliminate. Therefore, he was now determined to bring this matter to a close.

The Third Under Heaven slowly raised his blade: "Long Bufei... you are a worthy enemy. I will remember having such a formidable foe as you. But I must kill you. All I can do is give you a quick death. This is my last bit of respect for you."

The black blade light illuminated Long Bufei's pupils. The latter showed no fear of death, only intense disappointment and resentment. But no matter what, with this strike, the title of "Natural Enemy" would disappear from the martial world forever.

Seeing that Long Bufei's death was inevitable, the Third Under Heaven suddenly changed his expression. His downward slash abruptly stopped mid-air . As if sensing something, he gazed into the distance and said in a deep voice, "Who is this master who

graces our sect with their presence?" The Third Under Heaven sensed a vibrant sword aura, flowing naturally like the earth giving birth and rain nourishing all things, like the wind bends the grass—something one could never associate with "hostility." Yet, the Third Under Heaven knew that this upright and righteous sword aura had subtly sealed off his every movement. If he insisted on swinging his sword, Long Bufei would not be the first to be injured.

A clear, tranquil, and beautiful voice softly appeared before the gate plaza.

"The outcome is already decided, Third Brother, why must you be so ruthless?"

A stunningly beautiful woman in white, whose beauty was captivating at first glance, possessed a serene and otherworldly aura, like a celestial being emerging from a secluded mountain rain. Her skin was as translucent as some kind of rare jade, radiating an ethereal glow. She appeared delicate and frail, yet a long sword hung on her back, exuding a heroic spirit that defied frost and snow.

Her presence was so ethereal, as if a fairy transformed from a Western celestial lotus had suddenly descended to the mortal world.

The Third Brother's pupils constricted, shooting out a sharp light more dangerous than a venomous snake, fixed on the woman in white. He had never seen this woman before, yet he was certain of her identity. He hadn't expected that Long Bufei's rash and reckless actions would finally draw out the Seven Sects Alliance's "secret weapon"

—the Heavenly Maiden Guanyin!

Although Long Bufei was regarded as the new hope of the righteous martial arts world, to the arrogant and self-important Seven Sects Alliance, their "natural enemy" was, after all, an outsider. Relying on an "outsider" to reverse the decline of the righteous and the rise of the evil was definitely not a result the elders of the Seven Sects wanted. After secret negotiations among important figures within their sects, the final conclusion was that they would cultivate their own seed master—a true elite among elites!

This person would be able to integrate the strengths of the seven sects' martial arts, and even have Xiao Wentian of the "Xuanzong" join as a mentor. The existence of this seed master was considered a top secret by the Seven Sects Alliance; even within the Seven Sects, only the highest-ranking members knew of her existence. As the primary target of the righteous alliance, the "Mingyue Sect" could only vaguely gather information that such a seed master existed and that she was female. Everything else remained shrouded in mystery.

Out of duty and curiosity, Third Under Heaven had once perused the file belonging to this promising expert within the sect, only to find that the information was sparse, barely filling a single page. The only thing that left a lasting impression on him was the title given to this promising expert by the Seven Sects Alliance:

Guanyin Heavenly Maiden!

Third Under Heaven had never imagined that, besides Long Bufei, the hope for directly confronting and contending with the Demonic Sect in the future, and shouldering the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the righteous path, would be such a young and beautiful woman!

"I never expected... that even the 'Guanyin Heavenly Maiden' would grace us with her presence today. Our sect is truly honored!"

Hearing Third Under Heaven reveal her identity so readily, a strange glint flashed in the white-clad beauty's eyes, but then quickly returned to a calm as deep as an autumn pool in June.

"Fan Xin Di has never roamed the martial world, yet Third Brother already knows his identity so well."

The Third Under Heaven said coldly, "That's because you underestimate our sect's intelligence gathering capabilities. In the struggle between the Dao and the Demon, the righteous path will never have a chance to gain the upper hand..."

Fan Xin Di smiled slightly, "From Third Brother's perspective, it's only natural for him to say that, but my presence here has nothing to do with the struggle between the Dao and the Demon. I'm just here on someone's behalf, hoping Third Brother will show mercy."

The Third Under Heaven glanced at Long Bu Fei, who could barely stand, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"It seems Brother Long has quite the luck with women. Having a powerful and influential confidante is indeed more important than anything else."

The Third Under Heaven's words implied that he already knew who had asked Fan Xin Di to come forward and save Long Bu Fei. Although the latter remained noncommittal, Long Bu Fei's face immediately changed, turning even more ashen.

"It's not impossible for me to spare Long Bufei."

Fan Xindi hadn't expected the Third Under Heaven to have room for negotiation in his tone. She had been prepared to act before accepting this mission, but things had taken an unexpected turn.

"Third Brother, just state your conditions, but I will do my best within my personal capabilities."

Fan Xindi remained very cautious, implying that she could only agree to things on a personal level. Even though Long Bufei's life was indeed crucial to the righteous martial arts world, she wouldn't allow him to make exorbitant demands.

The Third Under Heaven sneered, "Don't worry, you can definitely meet the conditions I set."

Fan Xindi said, "Please speak, Third Brother."

The Third Under Heaven said, word by word, "I can release Long Bufei, on the condition that you fight me on 'Life and Death Peak' in his place. You can choose the time."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xindi became like a beautifully sculpted jade Guanyin, her focused contemplation making it seem as if she were the only person left in the world.

"Then we'll meet at Life and Death Peak a month from now." After a long silence, these ten words finally escaped from Fan Xindi's lips.

The Third Under Heaven nodded, "Very well! See you there. You can take Long Bufei with you now."

Fan Xindi clasped his hands in a fist salute, "Thank you for your kindness, Third Brother. I take my leave." Supporting Long Bufei's swaying body, he lightly stepped back, his retreat seemingly slow but actually swift, disappearing from the Third Under Heaven's sight in the blink of an eye.

After the two were gone, the Third Under Heaven swayed, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he seemed oblivious, merely looking up at the sky and muttering to himself,

"Master, why did you kill Tianjiao...?"

"Why... why did you kill Tianjiao...?"

This question was one that no one present could answer.

Chapter Eleven: Unforgettable Old Feelings.

The inner courtyard of the "Butterfly Alliance" was quiet and fragrant with flowers. Due to a certain preference of its successive owners, the alliance grounds were always covered with crimson fallen petals. At sunset, the peach blossoms, bathed in the evening breeze, dyed the world a pink hue, seemingly carrying a thousand charms and a thousand sorrows. As

dusk deepened and weariness set in, in the last rays of the setting sun, Wu Caixian, burdened with thoughts, wandered into the peach grove in the courtyard.

There, seeing the last rays of the setting sun painting the peach blossoms pink, she felt a sense of disorientation. Just then, a gentle breeze blew, scattering peach blossoms everywhere. Wu Caixian, amidst the peach blossoms, was mesmerized, lost in thought.

Others always viewed her with a certain preconceived notion, a stunningly beautiful woman with an extraordinary aura, yet she was also the leader of the "Butterfly Alliance" within the Seven Sects Alliance, a position of lofty and transcendent status. She possessed both beauty and wisdom, and countless suitors vied for her attention, as if heaven had reserved the most beautiful things for this woman named "Dancing Fairy."

Only she knew the truth.

Taking over as leader of the "Butterfly Alliance" was not of her own volition; she simply couldn't bear to refuse the pitying and pleading look in her dying eyes of her most beloved master, and because none of her fellow disciples possessed her talent, she reluctantly agreed to assume the reins. At first, a torrent of criticism came crashing down: too young, merely beautiful, colluding with other factions… hadn't she heard all the harsh words before? Fortunately, she remained calm and composed, managing both internal and external affairs, leading her sect through one major storm after another. Gradually, these unfounded criticisms subsided.

However, she paid a heavy price for this. She dedicated the most precious years of her youth to the "Butterfly Alliance," the sect that nurtured and taught her.

Others praised her for her youthful appearance, saying her beauty and charm remained unchanged for decades. Only she knew that she had truly aged, both physically and mentally.

At her age, she was not allowed to have a lifelong partner, or even a close male friend. Her heart was a barren desert, lacking the nourishment of love.

The most talked-about story in the martial arts world was that "Sword Saint" Feng Xuling and "Flying Knife" Li Wuyou became enemies because of her. However, from their perspective, it was purely a one-sided affair, a mere ripple in the water—what did it have to do with her?

Men who had once stirred her heart had appeared, but like most romantic tales of talented scholars and beautiful women circulating in storytelling stalls, their brief passions burned out, leaving only a desolate and bewildered emptiness.

Whether she liked it or not, it seemed she had to carry this broken loneliness through the rest of her life.

It was on such a melancholic early spring evening, as Wu Caixian was lamenting the fleeting nature of life and the passing of flowers in her backyard, amidst the falling peach blossoms, that she suddenly saw someone.

Someone who seemed both familiar and strange.

For a moment, she couldn't recall his name.

Yet, this person felt as if she had known him in a past life, destined to be her lifelong partner, forever and ever.

Seeing that she had finally noticed him, he smiled at her, a smile so refined, so handsome, that it brought back memories of their first meeting, leaving her momentarily bewildered.

Flowers fell like rain.

For a moment, she couldn't tell if she was dreaming, or if a dream had come true.

Seventeen years later, she never imagined she would see him again, her first love, the "Man Calculates, Heaven Conquers All" Yun Fuyue!

Amidst the falling peach blossoms, Wu Caixian's prized disciple, the "Twin Flying Swords" Xi Chunyu, also encountered an unexpected familiar figure. However, their reunion was not as romantic as her master's.

"We meet again, Sister Xi,"

Jun Tianxie waved and smiled at Xi Chunyu, revealing his pebble-like white teeth.

Xi Chunyu raised her eyebrows, her long eyelashes fluttering: "You dare appear before me again?"

Jun Tianxie smiled, picked up a peach blossom, and smelled it. His gaze towards Xi Chunyu was bold and direct, as if her beautiful and spirited body was already his.

“Sister Xi, you still owe me something. No matter how long it takes, I will always remember to come and get it.”

Xi Chunyu sneered, “Tell me, what do I owe you?”

Jun Tianxie suddenly stared at Xi Chunyu’s chest, a frivolous and rude expression on his face, and laughed,

“Of course it’s your alluring body, Sister. I can’t stop thinking about the romantic scene in the cave that day!”

Xi Chunyu’s pretty face flushed red, her eyebrows furrowed with anger, and she scolded, “You really are a lecherous little scoundrel who can’t say anything nice. I only regret that I didn’t kill you sooner!”

Jun Tianxie spread his hands and said, “My mother taught me that to die under a peony is to die romantically, so as long as Sister Xi can let me fulfill my long-cherished wish today and enjoy the pleasure of love, I would be willing to die at your hands.”

"Go to hell and keep dreaming!"

Xi Chunyu could no longer tolerate Jun Tianxie's insane ramblings. Without another word, she swung her sword and attacked. The "Phoenix Wing Mother-Child Sword" was radiating a chilling aura, its sword movements as graceful as butterflies dancing, a deadly move called "Butterfly Flower Loves Sword"!

Jun Tianxie sighed, "Alas! Why does it always come to a fight when I meet Sister Xi? It's truly a cruel twist of fate!"

As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back, his movements light and agile, gracefully dodging the sword's attack. Xi Chunyu gritted her teeth and attacked again, a wisp of blue light flowing erratically from the tip of her sword, continuously creating dangerous moves, all fought with a desperate style, as if there was an irreconcilable deep-seated hatred between the two.

Jun Tianxie praised, "Excellent swordsmanship! Sister Xi's martial arts are improving more and more!"

Jun Tianxie, relaxed and at ease, displayed his unparalleled agility, always managing to retreat unscathed from Xi Chunyu's ruthless and precise swordplay, proving his strength was a level above hers.

Xi Chunyu's attacks were ineffective, yet she was unwilling to give up. After about a hundred moves, her breathing became rapid, and her fair skin was slightly damp with sweat.

Seeing this, Jun Tianxie laughed, "Good sister, save some energy for yourself, otherwise, when we're intimately entwined later, I'm afraid you won't be able to fully enjoy it!" Xi

Chunyu was both ashamed and angry, her swordplay becoming even more ruthless. Suddenly, with a soft shout, her sword strikes surged forth, transforming into dozens of shimmering, dancing silver ribbons, like celestial maidens dancing, possessing an otherworldly, ethereal quality. This was the strongest move of her "Butterfly Flower Love Sword" technique—Butterfly Dance in the Nine Heavens!

Jun Tianxie chuckled, "Sister Xi is really angry. It seems I have no choice but to make a move. Let me show you my true skills!"

With a flick of his little finger, a ball of sword energy, seemingly ethereal, was sent forth, supporting the sword light filling the sky. It appeared weak and feeble, but upon contact, it separated into a strange "separation" force, silently extinguishing the sharpness of Xi Chunyu's sword like melting snow.

Xi Chunyu's expression changed, "'Separation Sword' Chu Tianya's 'Tianya Separation Sword'?!"

"Sister Xi truly knows its stuff. This move is the nemesis of your swordsmanship!"

The ultimate move he had mastered and simulated using "Unmoved Evil Heart" finally came in handy. The "Separation Pulse Sword Energy" decomposed and weakened Xi Chunyu's sword momentum. Jun Tianxie, relying solely on his Nirvana Body, was able to enter the weakest point of the sword rain unscathed. With a sword finger strike of 30% power, he swiftly and decisively struck his opponent's brow, ending the battle.

The sword energy exploded into her brain, causing Xi Chunyu's delicate body to tremble. Before her vision blurred, she only saw Jun Tianxie's malicious, lewd smile before losing consciousness.

The peach blossoms and her face reflected each other's redness; the sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was nearing dusk. Wu Caixian

leaned against a tree, her face beautiful and dignified. She gently rested her head on the shoulder of the refined and handsome scholar beside her and whispered, "Why did you disappear for seventeen years without ever thinking of contacting me?"

Yun Fuyue looked at Wu Caixian, his eyes filled with a tenderness deeper than the sea, and softly said, "Because I am a sinner, a sinner unworthy to be with you forever. But for these seventeen years, I have never forgotten you for a moment. Day and night, I have been tormented by the pain of missing you. The time I spent with you was the happiest time of my life!"

Wu Caixian said softly, "But it was also because of your sudden departure that I was plunged from heaven to hell."

Yun Fuyue suddenly turned and grabbed Wu Caixian's shoulders, looking at her and saying, "It's all my fault! Back then, I didn't have the courage to give you happiness, but it's different now. I won't run away anymore. I'll dedicate the last moments of my life to loving you!"

Startled by the sudden embrace, Wu Caixian instinctively avoided his burning gaze, a blush rising on her fair face.

"Don't do this... We're not the naive young lovers we once were!"

Yun Fuyue didn't stop; instead, he pulled Wu Caixian into his arms, tightly holding her slender waist.

"I don't care about all that! After so many years of bitter longing, I've decided I can't endure it anymore. Even if I'm struck by lightning, I'll be with you!"

Wu Caixian was stunned. How long had she waited for someone to say these words to her? Was this a dream? If it was a dream, could she please not wake up?

"Cai Xian..."

Yun Fuyue whispered tenderly in Wu Cai Xian's ear. The latter was completely lost in this gentle vortex of love. The two drew closer and closer until there was no distance left between them. Wu Cai Xian's full and perky breasts were pressed tightly against Yun Fuyue's chest. Yun Fuyue could even feel the hardening of her nipples. The drastic changes in the man's genitals did not escape Wu Cai Xian's confused consciousness.

"No..."

Her confused mind suddenly jolted. Reason wanted to pull back from the brink, but the passionate breaths gave Yun Fuyue a reason to continue his recklessness. With a forceful tug, his pinkish-purple outer garment fell off, revealing his snow-white, rounded shoulders and a breathtakingly deep cleavage.

"Ah!" Wu Caixian whimpered, crying out, "No! Not here, someone will see..."

"It's alright, no one will come..."

Yun Fuyue's heart surged with tenderness, his hands greedily roaming over her body, sending out breaths of aphrodisiac heat, teasing Wu Caixian until she moaned incessantly, her body soon dripping with love juice, overflowing between her thighs.

"Caixian, I love you! I want you!"

Wu Caixian finally broke through even her last shred of mental defenses, letting Yun Fuyue remove her clothes piece by piece. A gentle breeze blew by, revealing a naked, full, and sexy body, as white as mutton fat jade. Wu Caixian lay on her back on the ground, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, overwhelmed with shame.

"Caixian, you are so beautiful..."

Yun Fuyue gazed intently at Wu Caixian's extremely alluring body, uttering a heartfelt compliment.

"Don't look, it's so embarrassing..."

On Wu Caixian's alluring and beautiful body, it seemed ripe and moist, as if dripping with moisture. A patch of dark, lush pubic hair concealed two rosy labia, the full mound slightly damp, with tiny specks of nectar visible.

"Caixian, I'm coming!"

Yun Fuyue excitedly grabbed Wu Caixian's legs, pressing his lower body tightly against her full, pert buttocks, and with a powerful thrust, his entire member entered her flower path.

"Ahhh—"

Wu Caixian, having been deprived of moisture for so long, felt a sudden, sharp pain as her delicate face turned pale. Her ten slender fingers dug deeply into the man's back muscles

. Yun Fuyue lowered his head and kissed her cheek, softly saying, "Does it hurt? Caiyi, I'll be gentle."

Wu Caixian nodded, her face flushed. Yun Fuyue finally began to move, thrusting from light to heavy, from slow to fast, the pleasure like ocean waves, flowing back and forth between them.

"Mmm... Ahh... Fuyue..."

Wu Caixian gritted her teeth, enduring the pain of being penetrated and pierced in her lower body. But within that pain, there was a long-lost sense of fulfillment, a kind of ecstasy she only dared to pursue alone in the dead of night when no one was around. It was this feeling that made her actively respond to the rhythm, arching her back and twisting her hips, allowing the other party to penetrate her body more deeply, and bringing herself even more beautiful pleasure.

With Yun Fuyue's intense movements, her two full breasts swayed and collided in the air, fragrant sweat splashing everywhere. The passionate pleasure overwhelmed reason, and her head swayed helplessly from side to side, emitting a soul-stirring moan.

"Caiyi... So beautiful... You are so beautiful down there...!"

Yun Fuyue's hands were busy caressing Wu Caixian's two round, tender, snow-white breasts, while his tongue licked and kissed the nipples, as if enjoying it immensely.

Wu Caixian trembled from the teasing, panting, "Ah! Fuyue, don't do that...!"

Yun Fuyue thrust in and out about a hundred times, then lifted Wu Caixian's legs onto his shoulders, his hands gripping her smooth, white thighs as he thrust into her honeypot, stimulating her clitoris intensely. She frowned and moaned, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The warm, wet honeypot tightly gripped the man's penis, like a shackle binding them together, making them an inseparable entity.

The rosy labia opened and closed, the pungent love juice gushing from the edge of their joined honeypot onto the grass, their blood boiling with primal desire.

"Ah! Caixian, I'm coming!"

Yun Fuyue roared, completely devoid of any refinement, gritting his teeth as he thrust his lower body at full speed, releasing his pent-up semen in waves, the hot, turbid fluid hitting Wu Caixian's clitoris.

"Ahhh! It's inside! It's all inside!"

Wu Caixian cried out in a daze, a long-lost, hot, full feeling washing over her lower abdomen. She was thoroughly satisfied by Yun Fuyue's ejaculation, her beautiful legs still tightly wrapped around his buttocks.

"Ohhh! I've given it all to you! Caixian!"

With a high-pitched cry, Yun Fuyue finally released his last wave of hot semen, unleashing his pent-up desire. Wu Caixian trembled violently, her vaginal muscles tightly gripping her lover's penis, taking in every last drop of his semen in response. The

two embraced tightly in spasms, the passion released, followed by a deep weariness that welled up from their very bones, making them want nothing more than to drift off to sleep, their love intertwined, cherishing each other.

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