[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - 4

Chapter Three: Separation

is always heartbreaking, especially for newlyweds facing the uncertainty of when they will meet again. This brought tears to the eyes of the young couple, Ding Shenzhao and Xiao Lian. Holding hands, they stood speechless, their reluctance reaching its peak.

Jun Tianxie's patience was severely tested, but for the sake of the future, he ultimately remained silent.

In the end, heroic spirit triumphed over romantic feelings, and thankfully, otherwise, with his patience pushed to the limit, who knows what he might have done. He waited at the village entrance for over three hours, straining his facial muscles to prevent Ding Shenzhao from noticing his true emotions as she approached.

However, this was futile, as Ding Shenzhao, still immersed in her own sorrow, paid no attention to Jun Tianxie's expression.

Jun Tianxie said sullenly, "Can we go now?"

Ding Shenzhao nodded blankly, but this didn't mean he listened to Jun Tianxie; the action was merely an unconscious reaction.

Jun Tianxie suppressed the urge to immediately turn against Ding Shenzhao and took the lead, otherwise he feared he wouldn't be able to control himself.

Ding Shenzhao didn't follow him, his body standing motionless as if nailed to the ground. He remained stunned for a long while before sighing deeply, "I'm in so much pain."

Jun Tianxie thought to himself that this was the magic of love—it hurt both the heart and the body, capable of turning even the toughest man into a needle. However, Jun Tianxie wouldn't dwell on this point with Ding Shenzhao, because he himself had the same troubles, far more complex and severe than the latter.

A heart ailment requires a heart remedy. Jun Tianxie knew that Ding Shenzhao didn't need words of comfort at this moment; given time, he would surely be able to recover on his own.

So in the end, he said nothing and walked ahead silently, as if he had calculated that Ding Shenzhao would definitely follow. However,

he had only walked a few feet when Jun Tianxie stopped, not of his own volition, but because of a sudden pressure.

A tall, thin, and handsome young man in black appeared in the middle of the road. The silver spider embroidered on his chest was particularly eye-catching. At first glance, he seemed to be completely naked, but only a master like Jun Tianxie, who could lock onto his enemies with his mind, could detect the extraordinary nature of the newcomer. He couldn't sense the slightest fluctuation with his "qi observation" skill alone. If Jun Tianxie closed his eyes, the young man in black would be as if he had disappeared from his "mind's perception" range. This situation would pose a fatal crisis in battle.

Among the current generation of young masters, there is only one person in both the righteous and the wicked worlds who has mastered the art of "Concealed Qi" to a level that even Jun Tianxie's "Evil Path Nirvana" cannot match. Jun Tianxie couldn't help but sigh inwardly at his bad luck today, as his enemies had come knocking on his door so quickly.

The newcomer was none other than Dugu Bingxin, one of the Three Heroes, known as the "Cold Asura."

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Dugu Bingxin crossed her arms and coldly glanced at Jun Tianxie, seemingly unconcerned with him, before turning her gaze to Ding Shenzhao further behind. She slowly said, "You are 'Ding Si'?"

Ding Shenzhao had actually sensed Dugu Bingxin's presence even before Jun Tianxie. Through his wild sixth sense, he perceived the incredibly sinister killing intent hidden beneath the other's cold exterior. This killing intent even reminded him of when he was a little over ten years old, facing a bear that had just awakened from hibernation in the deep mountains. He faced an overwhelmingly unfavorable situation, and escape meant certain death. In the brutal world of survival of the fittest, only the strongest survive.

Since meeting Jun Tianxie, his "wildness" had been subtly worn away by the latter, but the murderous aura emanating from Dugu Bingxin made him sense danger again.

Ding Shenzhao stared unblinkingly at Dugu Bingxin, their gazes meeting like two sharp swords in mid-air.

"Ding Si is an alias; my real name is Ding Shenzhao."

He had already made up his mind to make a name for himself in the martial arts world, so he would naturally no longer use the alias "Ding Si."

Dugu Bingxin scoffed, "Ding Si or Ding Shenzhao, to someone about to die, there's not much difference."

Ding Shenzhao asked, "Who are you?"

Dugu Bingxin replied calmly, "My younger brother, Dugu Hanxin, died by your sword. Now tell me who I am."

Dugu Hanxin had actually died at the hands of Jun Tianxie, but Ding Shenzhao had no intention of betraying his friend in this matter. After confirming the newcomer's identity, knowing a bloody battle was inevitable, he gripped the hilt of his sword behind his back.

"If you want revenge for your brother, then come."

Dugu Hanxin sized Ding Shenzhao up and down, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"My inferior brother is less skilled and deserves to die, but from the perspective of the 'Shura Hall,' we cannot stand by and watch the person who killed the young master go unpunished. Even if it means uprooting a promising seedling, we must do it."

His words were calm, but to Jun Tianxie, a man of cunning and scheming, it sounded like he was born with a ruthless and heartless nature, capable of abandoning even family for his goals.

In a sense, Dugu Hanxin, one of the three heroes known as the elite of the righteous path, nicknamed "Cold Shura," was actually closer to the demonic sect in essence.

Fortunately, Ding Shenzhao was loyal enough not to betray him as the true culprit who killed Dugu Bingxin. Also, his cultivation of the "Evil Nirvana" made him appear outwardly as an ordinary person without martial arts skills. Therefore, although Dugu Hanxin naturally considered him and Ding Shenzhao as allies, she didn't intend to kill him. However, Jun Tianxie knew that given Ding Shenzhao's personality, killing him to cover it up was inevitable.

His "friendship" with Ding Shenzhao didn't cloud his judgment. From the beginning, he didn't believe his brother would win the battle, and the quick-thinking Jun Tianxie was already plotting his escape.

Although Ding Shenzhao was unaware of Jun Tianxie's wicked thoughts, he only intended to take the blame himself from the start. If he knew that his "good brother" was planning to abandon him, perhaps he would have drawn his sword and fought Jun Tianxie first.

Unfortunately, he didn't know this, so in the end, he drew his sword and faced Dugu Hanxin, saying, "Dugu Hanxin, one of the Three Heroes, 'Cold Asura,' I hope you won't be as overrated as your younger brother."

Dugu Hanxin wasn't swayed by Ding Shenzhao's blatant provocation, shaking his head and chuckling, "You're only seeing the sky through a tube, thinking that your inferior brother's level represents the true strength of the 'Asura Hall.' That's the main reason you'll die today."

Ding Shenzhao coldly replied, "True victory or defeat can only be known after the fight."

"Clang!"

The "Grass-Knotting Sword" was drawn from its sheath, transforming into a long, cold lightning bolt, aimed directly at Dugu Hanxin.

He wasn't taking the initiative voluntarily, but after observing Dugu Hanxin several times, he still couldn't find an opportunity to attack, yet his desire to "make a move" grew stronger and stronger. If he didn't take countermeasures soon, he might have to abandon his sword and admit defeat even before the fight began.

Dugu Hanxin's ability to gain the upper hand without even lifting a finger impressed Jun Tianxie, making him feel the need to reassess the strength of the Three Heroes.

Dugu Hanxin praised him, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. Without any visible movement, he had already closed in on Ding Shenzhao, his right hand forming a claw as he aimed straight for the latter's chest. Ding Shenzhao was taken aback, but fortunately, he reacted quickly, sheathing his sword and using the hilt to strike Dugu Hanxin's tiger's mouth, trying to force him to stop. However, Dugu Hanxin seemed to have foreseen this, changing his move again. His right palm, like a serpent, flicked and thrust, sending out a cold and sharp stream of true energy that aimed directly at the opponent's meridians.

Ding Shenzhao felt as if an icicle had been driven into his body, causing a sharp, unbearable chill. He involuntarily shivered, but knew he was in a life-or-death situation. He quickly gathered his inner energy, drawing his "Ring-Holding Blade" with his left hand. A strange warmth emanating from the blade instantly dispelled the Yin energy of the Xuanbing technique. He then realized that this seemingly unremarkable piece of scrap iron was actually a rare treasure. With the blade in his left hand and the sword in his right, they formed a cross, blocking Dugu Hanxin's punch that was meant to kill him right in the chest.

"Boom!"

Ding Shenzhao was blasted into the air by the force of the punch, rolling six zhang away before regaining his footing. Although blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shone with unwavering fighting spirit, his blade and sword held back and forth.

Dugu Hanxin was clearly surprised that his previous attack hadn't killed Ding Shenzhao, but this didn't diminish his confidence in victory. He sneered, "You do have some skill, but unfortunately, you're still going to die."

Jun Tianxie inwardly cried out in alarm, realizing that Dugu Hanxin had used the "Formless Emptiness Technique" from the "Asura Undying Body."

While most masters can predict an opponent's next move based on changes in breathing, eye movements, and subtle muscle movements,

the "Formless Emptiness Technique" is a fusion of the Taoist "Observation of the Subtle" innate technique, honed by the "Dark Asura" Dugu Suiyu, and his own assassination experience honed through countless deadly battles. It allows him to instantly read and judge over ten thousand possible reactions and changes, finding the fastest and most effective one-hit kill.

A person who masters the "Formless Emptiness Technique" is like someone with the supernatural ability to know where their opponent's next move will be in a game of chess—essentially invincible.

The fact that the "Shura Hall" rose from nothing to a level comparable to the other six ancient sects in just a few years under Dugu Suiyu's guidance was largely due to his "Formless Emptiness Technique."

Even the legendary "Martial Brain" Zhuge Woyu highly praised the "Formless Emptiness Technique," considering it one of the top ten extraordinary skills of the past decade. Dugu Bingxin was defeated by Ding Shenzhao and Jun Tianxie

because he only reached the "Form" realm of "Form is not different from Emptiness" in the "Undying Body" technique, and had not yet reached the "Formless" realm of "Form is emptiness." The latter defeat directly led to his death.

However, Ding Shenzhao is now facing Dugu Hanxin, whose cultivation is more than twice that of Dugu Bingxin. The "Formless Emptiness Technique's" ability to anticipate the opponent's moves has kept Ding Shenzhao constantly at a disadvantage. If it weren't for the protection of his divine weapon, the "Shura Blade" attack would have already knocked him to the ground.

Like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, Ding Shenzhao, though initially defeated, remained resolute. After calming his injuries, he prepared for another battle.

Jun Tianxie, too, could no longer maintain his usual detached and indifferent attitude. If Ding Shenzhao fell, Dugu Hanxin's next target would undoubtedly be him. Although he could easily slip away while the two were fighting, Ding Shenzhao still held significant value for him, and it wasn't time for his brother to die young.

Jun Tianxie slowly stepped into the battlefield, his movements so subtle they were almost imperceptible. If Ding Shenzhao were truly in a desperate situation, Jun Tianxie, who had no sense of fairness, would disregard the rules of the martial world and resort to sneak attacks and gang beatings without hesitation.

Dugu Hanxin didn't take Jun Tianxie seriously. Even his "Formless Emptiness" couldn't detect the latter's eerie "Evil Path Nirvana" internal energy. In his eyes, Jun Tianxie was no different from an ordinary boy who knew no martial arts.

Killing Ding Shenzhao would not only secure the thousand taels of gold from "Jinghua Hall" immediately, but also solidify his position in "Shura Hall," placing him second only to the leader and above hundreds of thousands of others, greatly benefiting his future "plans."

For both public and private reasons, Ding Shenzhao had to die.

For the first time since the start of the battle, Dugu Hanxin took the initiative, crouching low and launching himself forward like a slingshot, aiming to strike Ding Shenzhao down with lightning speed before he could catch his breath.

Ding Shenzhao roared, his swords flashing, creating an impenetrable silver barrier before him. However, Dugu Hanxin's "Formless Emptiness" technique allowed him to anticipate the direction and force of the next attack before the attacker could react. His black figure made several incredible shifts and maneuvers within the confined space, finally passing through the sword and blade barrier unscathed and throwing a punch at the attacker.

The fist carried a strange black aura, its force as heavy as a stone pillar, far beyond the physical limits of ordinary people.

However, Ding Shenzhao completely ignored the incoming punch, instead launching a frenzied counter-attack, thrusting his sword towards Dugu Hanxin's chest – a desperate, life-or-death struggle.

Dugu Hanxin, a former assassin, should have been unfazed by such a desperate move, but Ding Shenzhao's sword strike, carrying an unstoppable momentum, made him feel a genuine threat of mutual destruction. Forced to change his attack, he transformed his fist into a palm strike, striking the sword's surface.

"Crack!"

Ding Shenzhao, ultimately at a disadvantage due to inferior skill, staggered back three steps.

"Enough playing around! This move will take your life!"

Dugu Hanxin coldly shouted, his five fingers forming a hook-like claw as he swept upwards with a wide motion, aiming directly at Ding Shenzhao's abdomen. A strike would instantly result in a gruesome death, his intestines spilling out.

Seeing that Ding Shenzhao was doomed, Jun Tianxie finally made his move.

Dugu Hanxin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead. A powerful and unusually evil killing intent invaded his mental world without warning. The suddenness of the attack caught him completely off guard. For the first time in his life, he truly felt the terror of death.

His survival instinct made him abandon the golden opportunity to kill Ding Shenzhao on the spot. He quickly retreated five zhang, still shaken. He looked around but couldn't find the fourth person. He was shocked and thought, "I clearly felt an extremely powerful killing intent coming towards me just now. How did it disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye? Could it be the work of another boy? But I've confirmed that he has no martial arts skills. Could this boy be so skilled that he can evade my observation?"

Jun Tianxie closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face. Large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead. To save Ding Shenzhao's life, he was forced to release his uncontrollable power and was now doing his best to suppress another restless clone.

"Idiot! Let me out, I'll wipe them all out in a couple of moves!"

"It's not time for you to show yourself! Go back!"

The mental battle, felt only by himself, was locked in a stalemate within his body. If Dugu Hanxin hadn't been momentarily careless and lost his composure due to his overwhelming advantage, he wouldn't have been able to utilize the "Mind Control" technique from the "Evil Path Nirvana" to simulate the powerful killing intent only a peerless master with the "Soul Locking Intent" cultivation level could exude. He had broken through the opponent's mental defenses in an instant, using deception to force Dugu Hanxin to back down due to his unknown fear of death.

However, the aftereffects of using this still-unrefined negative energy were now appearing on his body. Protruding blood vessels and meridians surfaced beneath his skin like earthworms, his body convulsed like a stroke victim, and his legs trembled violently as he slowly knelt. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental torment he was experiencing.

"Stop struggling! We are one, you who consider yourself a genius, why can't you face your other side?"

"Enough nonsense! I am who I am, and I will never allow some random outsider to take over the right to use this body!"

While struggling with his split personality, Dugu Hanxin, still shaken, quickly made a decision. Regardless of whether Jun Tianxie was truly without martial arts skills or was hiding his abilities, he had to kill the obstacle first.

With speed comparable to a cheetah, from stillness to movement was only a blink of an eye, and a hand chop with a deadly whistling sound was already aimed at Jun Tianxie's head.

His "Formless Emptiness" technique confirmed that Jun Tianxie's body was now powerless to resist, and killing him was just a matter of lifting a finger.

Unfortunately, fate is often unkind. The seemingly certain strike stopped just inches from Jun Tianxie's forehead.

Ding Shenzhao's sword and blade became one, striking Dugu Hanxin like a meteor, its sharpest point carrying a power that seemed capable of piercing the universe. It was a desperate, reckless attack, and even with Dugu Hanxin's abilities, he had to temporarily evade its force. Dugu

Hanxin sighed inwardly, shifting his body to the right. Having gained the necessary space and time, Ding Shenzhao grabbed Jun Tianxie, doing the very thing Dugu Hanxin least wanted to do

—escape!

If he were alone, he would choose to stay and fight to the death, but now his "brother" was in danger, and he couldn't just watch Jun Tianxie "sacrifice" for him.

Dugu Hanxin certainly wouldn't let them go so easily. Just as he was about to give chase, his expression suddenly changed, abruptly stopping him and shifting three feet to the right, his face turning as cold as frost.

Where he had stood, a tree branch was now stuck in the ground, the biggest reason he changed his mind.

Dugu Hanxin's razor-sharp gaze swept towards a tree in the distance, and he coldly said, "They really are your accomplices..."

From behind the tree came a cheerful, magnetic voice: "Brother Hanxin, please don't misunderstand. I only met these two young men once. I just couldn't bear to see two rare rising stars injured by you, so I had no choice but to lend a hand."

A graceful, elegant blue figure emerged from behind the tree—it was none other than "The Romantic Blade" Xiao Yao!

Dugu Hanxin said coldly, "Easy for you to say. Do you know that my younger brother has died by the sword of that young man surnamed Ding? Your intervention to stop me from capturing the murderer is tantamount to the 'Small Knife Society' and the 'Shura Hall' going head-to-head against each other."

Xiao Yao was shocked upon hearing this and exclaimed, "Brother Hanxin, is this true?!"

He was startled by this unexpected news, and his mental and physical defenses simultaneously showed a slight, unseen flaw. Although it was only a fleeting reaction, it was not missed by Dugu Hanxin, who had received rigorous assassin training. A fierce killing intent flashed in the latter's eyes. He decided that regardless of whether Xiao Yao's death was related to Dugu Bingxin's death, he would seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill Xiao Yao, the "Romantic Blade" who was on par with him among the Three Heroes!

To achieve great things, any means are acceptable!

Dugu Hanxin's body shrank like a black panther, instantly closing the distance between them. His "Asura Undying Body" technique, specifically the "God-Locking Asura Array," unleashed a web of energy that stretched out in all directions, like spider silk, possessing a sticky, paralyzing poison. Once the enemy was trapped in this "net of energy," their death was imminent.

Xiao Yao realized the danger too late; his hands and feet were bound by the "Asura Spider Silk," leaving him no chance to counterattack. Dugu Hanxin's palms, brimming with power, were already pressing down on him.

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Just when you think you've reached a dead end, a new path opens up.

If Jun Tianxie were lucid, he might be able to guide Ding Shenzhao to a safe path, escaping Dugu Hanxin's pursuit. Unfortunately, the former was currently suffering from excruciating pain, as if every nerve was being torn apart. His lips were pale, and he trembled uncontrollably, making even thinking difficult, let alone finding a way to escape.

Even fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on these two unfortunate brothers. Ding Shenzhao's hasty and reckless escape led him to a precipice near the "Heavenly Curtain Waterfall." The roaring water seemed to mock their cruel fate.

Ding Shenzhao's face showed a bitter smile as he clutched his hair, muttering, "How could this happen..."

He had only wanted to find a secluded place to settle Jun Tianxie as quickly as possible, but he hadn't expected that this place was already within the geographical range of the "Ring Mountain Area." The higher they went, the more they arrived at the source of the "Duonao River," the largest river in the Central Plains, and the "Heavenly Curtain Waterfall."

Like a thousand galloping horses, a mighty white torrent, with an unstoppable force, disappeared into the bottomless depths of the precipice. Even from a distance, one could feel the impact of the water.

Since there was no way forward, Ding Shenzhao had no choice but to put down Jun Tianxie, whom he had been carrying on his back. He carefully placed the latter on the ground and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"If I say I'm fine, wouldn't that be less convincing?"

Receiving the unexpected answer, Ding Shenzhao's joy was palpable.

"You can speak now!"

"I've never been a mute."

Jun Tianxie smiled bitterly, struggling to prop himself up. Seeing this, Ding Shenzhao quickly supported him, scolding, "What time is it? You're still in the mood for jokes."

Jun Tianxie's smile now seemed to carry a hint of other emotions besides bitterness.

"If you don't smile now, you might not be able to smile later."

Ding Shenzhao finally realized the meaning behind Jun Tianxie's smile, his eyes turning warily as he looked at him.

A remarkably handsome young man, exuding an air of regal bearing, descended upon the two like a white cloud.

He smiled slightly and politely greeted them, "Hello."

Jun Tianxie smiled wryly, "Hello."

The handsome young man smiled back at Jun Tianxie, "It seems you already know who I am."

Jun Tianxie said, "I only hope I'm wrong." The

handsome young man smiled broadly, "You won't be wrong."

Ding Shenzhao asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Jun Tianxie answered this question.

"He is one of the Three Heroes, the chief swordsman of 'Sword Tower,' 'Sword Marquis' Lou Xueyi."

Chapter Four: A Narrow Escape

Jun Tianxie's "creditor" had finally come knocking.

However, in just one day, he had encountered three of the most powerful young masters of the White Path Alliance, two of whom were on opposing sides. Was he incredibly lucky, or incredibly unlucky?

Lou Xueyi, unfazed by Jun Tianxie's revelation of her identity, smiled politely and said, "Since you already know who I am, you must also know the purpose of my visit?"

Jun Tianxie nodded with a wry smile, "Of course. How is Sister Xi? I miss her dearly."

Lou Xueyi smiled faintly, "You can keep those words to yourself."

Jun Tianxie shook his head, "You won't let me live to that point."

Lou Xueyi smiled slightly, "How so?"

Jun Tianxie gazed at Lou Xueyi's regal profile, his eyes gleaming with a wisdom that transcended worldly concerns.

"Because you know I've already seen the list, and you won't let the secret of the list be revealed."

Lou Xueyi smiled without speaking, letting Jun Tianxie finish his sentence.

"Actually, whether I've seen the list or not, you don't intend to spare my life, because you absolutely cannot let anyone in the world know that the list is fake."

Lou Xueyi let Jun Tianxie finish speaking with an admiring gaze, her elegant expression making it impossible to see through his true thoughts. She said lightly, "You're smarter than I imagined, but unfortunately..."

Jun Tianxie interrupted before he could finish, "Unfortunately, smart people usually don't live long, do they? Don't worry, besides being a genius, I'm also a menace, and menaces always leave a lasting legacy."

Lou Xueyi said with great regret, "Then I have no choice but to rid the people of this menace."

Jun Tianxie smiled bitterly, "I knew you would say that."

From the moment he first saw Lou Xueyi, he knew the other was like him—a man with a ruthless heart hidden beneath a smiling exterior, a formidable opponent once they became enemies.

If possible, he would avoid direct confrontation with someone like Lou Xueyi, but the unfolding situation left him little choice.

Lou Xueyi smiled and asked him, "Do you have any last words?" His tone was as casual as asking, "Do you want to eat?" or "Do you want to go out?"

Jun Tianxie smiled bitterly, but before he could speak, Ding Shenzhao had already blocked his path with his sword.

Although he still didn't understand the relationship between Lou Xueyi and Jun Tianxie, knowing that the other intended to harm his "brother," he absolutely couldn't allow it.

Lou Xueyi glanced at him, then shook her head and laughed, "You're injured; you can't beat me."

Ding Shenzhao coldly replied, "Even if I can't beat you, I'll still fight."

Lou Xueyi looked at Ding Shenzhao with amusement, and after a long while, smiled and said, "Is this what they call a brotherhood forged in life and death? But the person you're risking your life to protect may not share your sense of morality. Does that even matter?"

Ding Shenzhao answered in a calm yet unwavering tone, "It doesn't matter. I only do what I believe is right, and that's enough."

Jun Tianxie sighed, "Truly my good brother. It's a pity I can't let you sacrifice yourself for me today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked.

Ding Shenzhao exclaimed in surprise, "Tianxie! You..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body collapsed like mud.

Jun Tianxie withdrew the finger that had been pointing at the back of Lou Xueyi's head, and said with a wry smile, "I did this to save your life, I hope you can understand."

Despite his words, there was no trace of the tragic satisfaction of self-sacrifice in his eyes, only a calculated calmness.

Lou Xueyi watched Jun Tianxie's every move with a slightly surprised expression.

"I never expected someone as clever as you to do something so foolish. It's truly beyond my expectations."

Jun Tianxie gave him a sunny yet wicked smile. "If you could guess what I'm doing, I wouldn't be Jun Tianxie."

With that, he pulled out a long-treasured piece of parchment from his pocket, tossed it to Lou Xueyi, and while she caught it with full alertness, he retreated, laughing loudly, "My brother's master is quite a figure. If you kill him, be careful; the 'Sword Pavilion,' or even the entire White Path Alliance, might be wiped out one day. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Having said this last sentence, he disappeared at the edge of the cliff, plunging into the "Heavenly Curtain Waterfall."

But with the "Heavenly Curtain Waterfall's" swift current, capable of shattering stones, Jun Tianxie's jump was tantamount to suicide. What was he thinking?

Even Lou Xueyi was caught off guard by Jun Tianxie's unexpected action and didn't have time to stop him. In fact, he hadn't even considered trying. Arriving at the spot where Jun Tianxie had jumped into the abyss, and watching him disappear as a tiny dot was quickly swallowed by the raging torrent, Lou Xueyi's face showed a mixture of doubt and mockery. He murmured, "Would someone I can't even see through really choose to end his life...?"

Unfortunately, the only answer to his question was the deafening roar of the "Heavenly Curtain Waterfall."

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Before Dugu Hanxin's two palms could even land, the unique true energy of the "Asura Extinction Brand" pierced Xiao Yao's body like hundreds of sharp needles. No protective qi was of any use, and the latter was now experiencing the agony of being in a hell of a thousand needles.

Seeing that Xiao Yao, one of the Three Heroes, was about to die at the hands of Dugu Hanxin, the "Cold Asura," a keen intuition honed through years of rigorous training allowed him to sense the danger. Without a second thought, he unleashed all the internal energy he had been holding in his palm, forming a barrier of energy. Using this momentary buffer, he retreated at full speed.

Blood splattered across the sky.

Dugu Hanxin's originally cold and handsome face first turned black, then quickly paled, before finally returning to its original color. Embedded in his shoulder was a flying knife, a divine skill inherited by Xiao Yao, the "Flying Knife," the eldest disciple of Li Wuyou, the leader of the "Little Knife Society," known as "Little Li's Flying Knife, Never Missing."

Dugu Hanxin snarled bitterly, "Little Li's Flying Knife, truly lives up to its name..."

His flying body did not falter despite being struck by the knife; in a few leaps, he vanished without a trace.

Xiao Yao remained rooted to the spot, seemingly showing no intention of pursuing the enemy. He stared blankly at the direction where Dugu Hanxin had disappeared, muttering to the person who could no longer hear him, "Your 'Asura Undying Body' isn't bad either..."

A trickle of blood flowed from his lips; the lingering force of the "Asura Extinction Mark" from the previous encounter had still caused him internal injuries.

From the very beginning, Xiao Yao knew that Dugu Hanxin harbored murderous intent towards him, so he deliberately feigned a momentary lapse in concentration to lure the latter into attacking him. As members of the "Three Heroes," they were somewhat aware of each other's strength, and without a surprise attack, there was no way to be absolutely certain of killing the other.

However, Dugu Hanxin's skill was even greater than he had imagined. Even with himself as bait, this gamble, wagered on with his life, ultimately resulted in the other party seeing through his scheme at the last moment, leading to a mutually destructive outcome.

Thus, even though it was merely a self-defense act, an irreparable rift was created between the "Small Knife Society" and the "Asura Hall." Despite being surrounded by powerful demonic enemies, the seven factions of the righteous alliance could not unite selflessly; instead, they fought endlessly. The future of the righteous path seemed extremely bleak.

Xiao Yao's usual carefree smile vanished, his desolate gaze staring blankly into the void. He muttered to himself, "The 'Dark Asura' actually harbors murderous intent towards me. It seems they must have other schemes. The great war between the righteous and demonic paths, held every five years, is just around the corner. We, the participants representing the next generation of the righteous path, cannot unite sincerely; we must still fight each other openly and secretly. Is the rise of the demonic and the decline of the righteous truly an inevitable trend in the martial world...?"

Thinking of his distress and helplessness, he couldn't help but silently question the heavens.

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Jun Tianxie regained consciousness, feeling excruciating pain throughout his body. The only consolation was that the other self within him seemed to be temporarily suppressed, but he wasn't sure how long "he" would remain still.

The surrounding wooden walls were shaking incessantly, and the damp, sea-breezy air suggested he was currently in the hold of a ship.

It seemed he had fallen into the "Heavenly Curtain Waterfall" and been swept downstream to the "Duonao River," where a passing ship had discovered him adrift and rescued him.

A wicked smile crept across Jun Tianxie's lips; everything had unfolded exactly as he had planned.

In his physical condition at the time, even with the injured Ding Shenzhao, he wasn't confident of defeating Lou Xueyi.

Therefore, he chose to "jump off the cliff," seemingly a desperate act, but in reality, the moment he jumped into the "Heavenly Curtain Waterfall," he had already activated the power of the "Evil Path Nirvana."

He severed the six senses, extinguished the hundred meridians, his body resembled a fallen leaf, his form like a withered tree.

The Buddhist state of "withered meditation," achieved through decades of arduous practice, could be simulated in an instant by his "heretical Nirvana."

Of course, this hastily created imitation was far inferior to the genuine article in its essence, but it was enough to barely save his life from the force of the waterfall.

As for Ding Shenzhao, Jun Tianxie believed his words before jumping off the cliff would be enough to make Lou Xueyi think twice before acting. Given her calculating nature, she would likely spare Ding Shenzhao's life as a precaution before confirming her own death.

His purpose in knocking out Ding Shenzhao was to save the latter's life so he could implement what he considered the only viable escape plan. Otherwise, if Ding Shenzhao were to fight Lou Xueyi to protect him, the result would simply be another life lost in vain.

In Jun Tianxie's mind, there was no such thing as "morality." He only acted because Ding Shenzhao still had great value to him, and saving this "brother's"

life, without harming himself, wasn't a bad thing.

Putting aside his next move, Jun Tianxie began to assess his situation and wondered what kind of "kind person" had rescued him from the water.

"Ah! You're awake!"

A pretty maid dressed in light green came from the entrance of the cabin, carrying a bowl of what looked like freshly brewed medicine. Just as her eyes met Jun Tianxie's, her wrist jerked, and the bowl of fine medicine was about to break on the ground. In a flash, Jun Tianxie had already neatly picked up the bowl and plate and stood in front of her, revealing a childlike smile. "That was close! It would have been a pity if it had broken."

The pretty maid clutched her chest, still shaken, and couldn't come to her senses for a long time. She couldn't understand how the boy who had just been on the verge of death could suddenly get out of bed and walk, and even have the speed of a normal adult.

Jun Tianxie, seeing that the other party didn't know martial arts, naturally couldn't explain the wonders of "Evil Nirvana" to her. He simply maintained a smile that conveyed no malice and said, "Did this sister save me? Thank you so much."

Jun Tianxie's smile at least had some soothing effect. The pretty maid in green first let out a sigh, then gave Jun Tianxie a disapproving glare before saying irritably, "It wasn't me who saved you, it was my mistress."

Jun Tianxie hadn't expected to "misinterpret" her feelings and asked in surprise, "Your mistress?"

"Qingqing, has that young master woken up?"

A gentle, elegant female voice came from the bottom of the cabin. The pretty maid in green immediately called out, "Reporting to Madam, he has woken up, and he's full of energy."

The female voice, filled with barely suppressed surprise, said, "Is that so?"

Then, the sound of footsteps descending the stairs gradually came.

"Let me see."

Jun Tianxie couldn't help but smile bitterly upon hearing this. Before jumping off the waterfall, he activated his "Evil Path Nirvana" to protect himself, reducing all signs of life to almost nothing. His aim was to minimize the damage he would suffer under the immense force of the torrent, just as wild grass swaying in the wind wouldn't be broken by a strong wind.

Even when drifting from the waterfall to the river surface, the "Evil Path Nirvana" would continue to propel itself even when its master was unconscious. However, to outsiders, his pulse and heartbeat were undoubtedly those of a dead man. Judging from the sound, the owner of this body clearly had some medical knowledge, which was why he was surprised by his abnormal condition. How was he going to explain this to his "savior" later? Before

Jun Tianxie could come up with a reasonable answer, the "madam" mentioned by the pretty maid in green had already reached the bottom of the cabin. He felt his eyes light up. A noble lady dressed in a light purple palace gown, naturally beautiful, with skin like jade, dignified yet alluring, appeared before him, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

The beautiful woman gazed at Jun Tianxie with her captivating eyes, her face revealing undisguised astonishment. "Really healed! How is that possible?"

Jun Tianxie reacted swiftly, bowing deeply before the woman could finish looking him up and down. "My name is Jun Tianxie. Thank you, Fairy Sister, for saving my life."

The address "Fairy Sister" amused the woman, who chuckled. "Why are you calling me Fairy Sister? Have you drunk too much river water and lost your mind?"

Jun Tianxie raised his head and said solemnly, "Sister, you are so beautiful and kind-hearted. What else could you be but a fairy? The ancients said that those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune. It's truly true. Heaven was fortunate enough to let me survive falling into the river, and I even encountered Fairy Sister to save me. I thank you again, Fairy Sister, for saving my life." With

that, he bowed deeply once more.

The two women, mistress and servant, were amused by Jun Tianxie's seemingly childish behavior, their earlier doubts vanishing. The beautiful woman in palace attire, with a mature and charming smile, said, "Don't call me Fairy Sister anymore. My surname is Ye, and my given name is Xiangsi. Just call me Madam Ye. This is my maid, Qingqing. You fainted on the river, and our boat happened to be passing by and rescued you. At first, we thought you were a floating corpse."

Upon hearing the woman's name, Jun Tianxie immediately recognized her true identity. The

"Duonao River" was dotted with ornately decorated palace boats that shuttled between the riverbanks day and night, catering to the pleasures of wealthy merchants and nobles. As long as one paid the due price, one could indulge in pleasures at will—essentially a floating brothel, except the average cost was much higher.

"Ye Xiangsi" must be this beautiful woman's stage name; no wonder she possessed such a seductive and alluring air, showing no unease even in the presence of strange men.

Jun Tianxie thought to himself that this was clearly a piece of fat meat sent by heaven, and he couldn't let it fly away.

Thinking of this, he pretended to be innocent and naive, and said sadly, "I was originally going back to my hometown to visit my family, but I hired a boat to cross the river. The boatman saw that I was a lone young man and decided to kill me for money. When we reached the middle of the river, he suddenly broke the bottom of the boat and tried to drag me underwater. Fortunately, although I can't swim, I have practiced martial arts for a few years and managed to fight off the thief before the boat completely sank. But the river is vast, and I can't swim, so I can't get back to the shore. I can only rely on the turtle breathing technique to hold on. If it weren't for Madam saving me, I would probably be food for the fish and shrimp in the water by now."

His words were only 10% true and 80% false. Since he knew that Ye Xiangsi worked in the business of welcoming and seeing people, she had seen countless people. If he made up an outrageous lie, he probably wouldn't be able to gain people's trust. After thinking it over, he decided on this flawless story.

As expected, even a seasoned veteran like Ye Xiangsi was fooled by Jun Tianxie's brilliant lie, comforting him, "Although you've survived a great calamity, at least you're still alive. That's a miracle."

Jun Tianxie thought to himself, "People say prostitutes are heartless, but this girl seems quite kind."

Ye Xiangsi, of course, had no idea what Jun Tianxie was thinking, otherwise she probably would have thrown him back into the river immediately. Glancing at the medicine tray he was still holding, she smiled faintly, "I originally asked Qingqing to bring this medicine for you, but it seems you don't need it now."

Jun Tianxie touched his empty stomach, which he hadn't eaten for days, and said with an embarrassed smile, "If Madam could give me some food to fill my stomach, it would be more effective than any elixir."

*** *** *** ***

The surface of the "Duonao River" at night was like a beautiful woman who had washed away her makeup, possessing a mysterious charm that seemed untouched by worldly affairs.

The pleasure boat where Ye Xiangsi was staying was named "Fragrant Intent." Its exquisitely decorated hull glided silently across the water, drifting downstream like the vicissitudes of life.

Jun Tianxie was lucky, as the boat's owner happened to be on "vacation" these past few days. Otherwise, even if the owner had kindly rescued him, he would likely still be stuck in the cabin, let alone have a chance to see Ye Xiangsi.

It seems that surviving a great calamity truly brings good fortune.

A pleasure boat as exquisite and luxurious as "Fragrant Intent," with a captivating beauty like Ye Xiangsi on board, would probably cost a fortune for lodging. Yet Jun Tianxie was able to eat, drink, and stay for free without spending a penny. The owner's kindness was certainly a major factor, but his boasting and flattery skills also played a significant role.

However, what he truly desired was an even greater advantage.

As dusk settled, a ghostly figure emerged from a dark corner of the cabin, moving so swiftly that it seemed as if it would vanish in the blink of an eye. A sinister smile played on the figure's face; it was none other than Jun Tianxie, who had feigned illness during the day and gone to bed early.

Without the slightest hesitation, he moved forward, aiming precisely at the location he had scouted out using his "Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing" skill. His movements were so

nimble that even a professional womanizer would be envious. Jun Tianxie arrived at his destination without alerting anyone. He pressed his ear against the wall, and after a moment, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Then, he extended his index finger and tapped the bulkhead.

-- Nirvana Zen Finger!

The bulkhead, made of fine wood, was as fragile as paper, easily breached by Jun Tianxie, who created a hole the size of a copper coin. He then withdrew his finger, a malicious smile playing on his lips, and peered into the hole.

It turned out that the room next to the main compartment was a bathroom.

At first, all he could see was smoke and wisps of mist, making the scenery unclear. But with his skill, he quickly adjusted and could see a large bathtub in the center, where a woman was currently bathing.

Upon seeing this, Jun Tianxie was overjoyed, thinking, "It really is the Imperial Concubine emerging from her bath! Just as I expected, this time I can feast my eyes."

The beautiful woman Jun Tianxie went to such lengths to spy on was none other than his "savior," Ye Xiangsi. His method of "repayment" was probably rare indeed.

Although Ye Xiangsi was over thirty, thanks to her excellent health regimen, her entire body still possessed an extraordinary allure. Her fair and full breasts had plump, firm nipples that were slightly upturned, and her captivating body was supple and boneless. Her long, slender legs, hanging outside the tub, were incredibly alluring. Jun Tianxie was thoroughly entertained.

He thought to himself, "This Ye Xiangsi truly deserves her stage name; she's alluring and captivating. How can I get my hands on her so I can also experience 'love at first sight' with this beauty every night?"

Just as he was feasting his eyes and letting lewd thoughts run through his mind, a light, jade-like hand unexpectedly patted his shoulder, startling him out of his wits.

"What are you doing?!"

Jun Tianxie was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He turned around and saw a pretty face, still angry, standing behind him—it was Ye Xiangsi's maid, Qingqing!

Chapter Five: Killing Two

Birds with One Stone One shouldn't be too proud; pride easily leads to arrogance.

Although it's a cliché, very few people in the world can truly remind themselves not to lose their heads when they're successful. Even our great genius Jun Tianxie forgot this ironclad rule, thus forcing himself into his current predicament.

If he hadn't been so engrossed in the "springtime scenery" before him that he hadn't been vigilant, how could he have allowed a woman like Qingqing, who knew nothing of martial arts, to get so close without him noticing?

Fortunately, it wasn't too late to mend his ways.

The moment Jun Tianxie turned around, he unleashed his "Nirvana Zen Finger," his speed so fast that Qingqing had no time to cry for help. Everything went black, and she fell backward.

At the same time, Ye Xiangsi's startled cry came from inside the wall: "Who's outside?!"

Without hesitation, Jun Tianxie gritted his teeth, using his innate Yin energy to shatter the wooden wall with his left palm, widening the small hole he had used for peeping into a hole large enough to accommodate a person, all without making a sound. Holding the unconscious Qingqing in his right hand, he burst into the bathroom.

Ye Xiangsi was clearly stunned by the sudden turn of events. By the time she remembered to call for help, Jun Tianxie had already struck her with his finger, sealing her pressure points mid-air and causing her to fall back into the bathtub.

After settling everything, Jun Tianxie let out a long breath, his tense mood relaxing.

"You...you villain...! We saved your life, and you still do this...you're a beast in human form!"

The accusation came from Ye Xiangsi. Jun Tianxie didn't seal her speech acupoints, but only numb her pressure points, rendering her temporarily unable to move.

Jun Tianxie chuckled and said, "Madam, you're too kind. I didn't mean any harm. I just had to restrain you and Sister Qingqing to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. Please don't misunderstand."

Although he said this, his gaze roamed unabashedly over Ye Xiangsi's naked body. Her plump breasts and round buttocks were so alluring and captivating. Her fair and delicate skin was no less than that of a young girl. Coupled with her pitiful state of being restrained, she exuded an irresistible temptation.

Even though Ye Xiangsi was already used to men's lustful gazes at her body, Jun Tianxie's audacity possessed a unique, lewd charm that still made her heart race involuntarily. She turned her face away, her voice trembling slightly, and asked, "You... what do you want...?"

Jun Tianxie laughed and said, "Good question, what does Madam think I want?"

Ye Xiangsi closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, her expression incredibly endearing, and said, "You... if you want money... then go ahead and take it... just please don't hurt me."

Jun Tianxie shook his head and said, "Madam misjudged me, I don't lack money."

Ye Xiangsi couldn't hide her fear and asked, "Then what do you want?"

Jun Tianxie grinned, walked to the bathtub, and took in the soft, dark pubic hair at the base of her legs underwater, as well as her full, ripe vulva like a peach, his lustful gaze undisguised.

Ye Xiangsi was both ashamed and angry under his gaze, yet helpless. Although she wasn't skilled in martial arts, she was knowledgeable and experienced. Jun Tianxie had just shown his skill, making her realize that even if she used all the people on the ship to rescue him, they might not be a match for this young man. There was no point in making further sacrifices; it was better to go along with his wishes, perhaps even if it meant compromising herself.

Thinking this, she helplessly whispered, "As long as you promise not to hurt anyone, I... I can give myself to you..."

At this point, she was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground, but her skin flushed red from the increased blood flow, making her even more alluring.

Even Jun Tianxie, who had seen countless women, had to admit that the beauty before him was a rare gem. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Madam. I, Jun Tianxie, am romantic but never lewd. I will never wrong you unless you consent."

Ye Xiangsi was greatly surprised. Did this precocious flower-picking thief actually have some kind of "professional ethics"?

However, he overestimated Jun Tianxie. If anyone in the world had no principles, Jun Tianxie would easily be in the top five. Besides, within the Demonic Sect, "voluntary" actually had a different meaning.

Jun Tianxie grinned and stretched out a hand, touching Ye Xiangsi's soft, smooth skin, and began to gently caress her.

Ye Xiangsi's acupoints were sealed, and she couldn't resist, so she could only let Jun Tianxie take liberties with her. The latter rubbed her snow-white body with a smile, but not in a wanton manner on her breasts or perineum as she had imagined. Instead, he focused on less-explored areas, such as her arms, neck, and thighs, repeatedly touching them.

Ye Xiangsi was by no means a virtuous woman; every part of her body had been touched by countless men. Yet, Jun Tianxie's seemingly casual and unremarkable caresses felt surprisingly comfortable to her. A warm sensation spread throughout her body, and she even felt a strange anticipation for Jun Tianxie's advances, as if she couldn't bear to let those wondrous hands leave. A strong itching sensation surged from her very bones, and for a moment, she forgot that this lecherous thief was molesting her.

It turned out that Jun Tianxie had used a top-tier seductive technique from the demonic sect on her, combined with the unique internal energy of the "Evil Path Nirvana," sending his power directly into the depths of her meridians. Its effects far surpassed those of ordinary aphrodisiacs; even the most chaste woman couldn't withstand it, let alone a mature and alluring beauty like Ye Xiangsi.

At this moment, her already sensitive and voluptuous body, aroused by Jun Tianxie's unique aphrodisiac techniques, felt an intense itch all over her body, a burning sensation within her, and an unprecedentedly strong desire spreading from her heart outwards; her previously half-closed starry eyes were now filled with a hazy luster.

She was burning with desire, but her body was unable to move, and her lower body felt empty and lost. The numb and itchy feeling made her so uncomfortable that she almost cried.

Jun Tianxie chuckled, "Madam seems quite distressed. Do you need my help?"

Ye Xiangsi felt both ashamed and guilty. Facing a boy half her age, in a position of humiliation and indecent assault, she had actually lost herself in lust, displaying such a foolish behavior in front of others. She wished she could just die.

Despite her thoughts, her body betrayed her will, making demands of this devilish boy.

Jun Tianxie didn't allow Ye Xiangsi further thought, coldly saying, "If Madam doesn't speak, I'm leaving."

Ye Xiangsi was shocked, abandoning all shame, and blurted out, "No…!"

Jun Tianxie smiled triumphantly, "So Madam wants me to stay? But I've said before, unless Madam consents, I won't lay a finger on you."

This boy was practically her destined demon. Ye Xiangsi struggled with her conscience for a long time, finally letting lust triumph over reason. Her face flushed red, her lips slightly parted, her expression indescribably alluring.

"I...please...please...stay..."

Jun Tianxie laughed and said, "Glad to comply."

He then removed his clothes, revealing his youthful, healthy body and a penis far more erect and robust than most, which looked quite intimidating. But to the ravenously thirsty Ye Xiangsi, it was like a spring in the desert.

Jun Tianxie spread his hands, grabbed Ye Xiangsi's ankles, and lifted her up, making her lie on her back. Then he knelt down and thrust his penis into her already wet and sweet vagina.

The emptiness of her thirst finally gave way to the long-awaited fullness. Ye Xiangsi cried out in pleasure, feeling that none of her previous countless battles could compare to the fiery and stimulating thrust of this young man.

Jun Tianxie also felt his penis tightly enveloped by the tender flesh, its slippery tightness no less than that of a young girl, and even surpassing her mature charm. He couldn't help but exclaim with delight.

Ye Xiangsi felt an immense, exhilarating, and sweet pleasure coursing through her body. The boy, once seen as a demon, now seemed like a savior from heaven. Her legs spread wider and wider as the penis penetrated deeper, and her arms tightened around Jun Tianxie's neck.

Jun Tianxie thought, "This woman is indeed incredibly seductive. She's only just tasted the sweetness, and she's already showing such allure. What will she be like when we really get to the point?"

He wasted no time, thrusting his member deep inside her and pumping repeatedly. Even his hands and tongue were busy, licking and caressing Ye Xiangsi's swaying breasts.

Once they joined together, it was like a beautiful woman meeting a worthy opponent, a true match. Moans of pleasure filled the air, and Ye Xiangsi felt utterly blissful. In just a short while, she was experiencing ecstasy, experiencing one orgasm after another.

After a brief struggle, Jun Tianxie flipped Ye Xiangsi over, thrusting deeply into her from behind in a "pushing the cart" position, beginning his all-out assault.

Even with her extensive experience, Ye Xiangsi was no match for Jun Tianxie's innate talent and mastery of the secret arts of the demonic sect. She trembled with pleasure, uttering intermittent moans and gasping for breath.

Each thrust brought a different, wondrous pleasure; Ye Xiangsi felt as if she were seasick, so engrossed in ecstasy that she forgot she was being raped and where she was.

Jun Tianxie thrust faster and harder, until suddenly her body trembled, and a torrent of hot fluid surged forth, a volcanic eruption of pleasure coursing through their sympathetic nerves and spreading outwards. Ye Xiangsi let out a final, hysterical scream, her body went limp, and she collapsed unconscious beneath Jun Tianxie.

Jun Tianxie, having been deprived of venting for a long time, felt refreshed after this round of battle. Gazing at Ye Xiangsi's beautifully naked body, which resembled a work of art, his lust was aroused again. However, upon glancing at Qingqing lying to the side, he changed his mind and laughed, "I haven't experienced the thrill of killing two birds with one stone in a long time. Why don't I grant you two your wish today?" He strode over to Qingqing and unceremoniously stripped her naked.

Although her naked body couldn't compare to Ye Xiangsi's alluring charm, it possessed a unique youthful beauty. Cherry-red nipples were set against snow-white breasts, her slender waist was so thin it could be encircled by a single hand, her tightly furrowed brows were pitiful, and the lush pubic hair between her legs covered mysterious petals had a unique allure, causing Jun Tianxie's recently vented member to quickly become engorged and erect again.

Jun Tianxie followed his instructions, first using aphrodisiac techniques to arouse Qingqing's desire while she was unconscious. Once her honeyed orifice was wet enough to withstand it, he thrust deeply without any tenderness.

"Ah...!!"

A strong, tingling, and pleasurable sensation, like an electric current, struck the depths of Qingqing's brain, stimulating her to wake up. When she opened her eyes, she was shocked to see a strange man naked and thrusting into her body.

"You...you...!"

Jun Tianxie laughed, "Did you have a good dream, Sister Qingqing?"

Qingqing then saw Ye Xiangsi lying in another corner of the bathroom, and was even more shocked and angry.

"You... My master kindly rescued you from the river, and you've done such an ungrateful thing, robbing and murdering me! You're worse than a beast!"

Jun Tianxie grinned and said, "Don't worry, your master isn't dead, she just fainted from pleasure. This is my way of 'repaying' her. Now it's your turn, Sister Qingqing."

Qingqing struggled fiercely, trying to shake Jun Tianxie off her.

"You lecher! I won't let you have your way!"

Unfortunately, her meager strength was no match for Jun Tianxie's, and she was quickly subdued again, her lips sealing his kiss, his hot member thrusting in and out of her.

"Good sister, you'd better not struggle anymore. Just enjoy the unparalleled pleasure I'm giving you."

Having spent years by Ye Xiangsi's side, Qingqing was no longer a virgin and had a very weak concept of chastity and propriety. Coupled with Jun Tianxie's incredibly skillful seduction techniques, the initial humiliation gradually subsided, replaced by waves of tingling pleasure washing over her lower body. A moment later, her face was flushed, her eyes were languid, and her cherry lips opened and closed like a fish out of water.

Seeing that she was aroused, Jun Tianxie placed his hands on Qingqing's slender waist and began his assault with three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.

"Hmm... Ahh..."

Knowing that resistance was futile, Qingqing let him have his way, indulging in the pleasure of desire. Her body writhed, and her pink buttocks began to rise to meet his thrusts.

Sweat splattered across the floor around them.

"Ah...no...it's going to break..."

A dazed and alluring expression appeared on Qingqing's face. Her wet, naked body had convulsed countless times, as if she were floating on clouds, climbing higher and higher and higher.

"Ah...! I'm going to die! It feels so good!"

A fierce glint suddenly flashed in Jun Tianxie's eyes, and at the same time, his lust was on the verge of exploding.

"Oh! I'm coming!"

Countless sparks exploded in Qingqing's mind. An unprecedented orgasm sent her body trembling violently. Her consciousness sank from the sea of pleasure and disappeared into the abyss of nothingness.

Qingqing collapsed limply on the bathroom floor, her expression still carrying the afterglow of her orgasm. Having slept with two women, Jun Tianxie's member was still as strong and powerful as ever. With a rough, hoarse laugh that seemed different from usual, he looked at the two beautiful bodies and said, "It's not over yet. This young master will fight with you two until dawn tonight."

Wild laughter and desperate moans echoed throughout the night on the "springtime" pleasure boat... *** *** *** ***

Jun Tianxie awoke with a strange headache.

His head felt like it had been shoved with a hundred-pound lead weight, heavy and dizzy. The first thing he did upon regaining consciousness was to clutch his head and groan.

"My head hurts so much... What did I do yesterday?"

A faint smell of blood wafted into his nostrils, jolting him awake. He leaped up like a leopard, and the sight that came into view immediately shocked him.

"This... This is?!"

The bathroom was still the same bathroom, but the two women he had made love with the previous night, Ye Xiangsi and Qingqing, were gone forever. Their terrified eyes were wide open, their faces unclosed, as if they couldn't believe that the person who killed them could be so cruel.

The damp, bloody smell in the air seemed to rush to Jun Tianxie's nose, making him feel nauseous.

"Who...who did this?"

An uneasy feeling gripped his heart like an invisible claw, but he still tried his best to remain calm. Although his reason had vaguely guessed the answer, his emotions couldn't bring themselves to admit it.

"Where are the others? Where did everyone else on the ship go?"

Jun Tianxie searched the pleasure boat frantically, but unfortunately, the answer was as he had expected: apart from himself, there was no one else alive on the "Springtime Passion."

At this point, the answer was obvious. If the enemy had invaded from the outside, no matter the reason, there was no reason to kill everyone on the ship and leave him the only survivor; he couldn't have been completely unaware either, and the strange headache he had when he woke up this morning only proved one thing.

"Yu Tianxie! Come out here!"

A response that only he could hear rang in his mind.

'Hehehe! It's rare that you would look for me. What's the matter?'

The other "him" existing within Jun Tianxie's consciousness let out a low, wicked laugh, echoing in Jun Tianxie's ears. "

Stop pretending! Why did you kill everyone on the ship?"

'So that's why. What's killing a few people? Did you have to be so furious?'

"They saved my life, after all. Isn't what you did going too far?"

Compared to one's furious outburst, the other "him" was indifferent, his words like a cold blade.

'That sounds so sweet. When did our young master Jun become such a grateful and virtuous person?'

"At least I don't enjoy indiscriminately killing innocents like you do!"

'Indiscriminately killing innocents? Are you referring to those two bitches? Or those useless pieces of trash on the ship? You know yourself that keeping these people alive will eventually reveal your whereabouts, won't it?' '

Then there's no need to kill them.' '

If not this, do you have a better way?' "Even now you still won't admit that I am you, that your thoughts are my thoughts, and that I'm just putting your desires into action."

"You…!"

Jun Tianxie wanted to say that wasn't true, but facing someone who understood "him" better than himself, a humble denial was meaningless.

"Actually, the reason you're so angry is simply because of those two women. Is a one-night stand really worth making you this upset? Besides 'her,' all the women in the world are just withered flowers and fallen willows. Getting angry over two bitches and me is just a sign of your immaturity."

Jun Tianxie was initially speechless, but "his" words struck at his deepest fear, and he became agitated again.

"You still won't give up your fantasies about 'her'?" "

You're wrong again. I am you; it's you who won't give up your fantasies about 'her'."

Jun Tianxie trembled with excitement, shouting, "There's no possibility between you and 'her'! Stop dreaming!"

"Hehehe! " "If it weren't for your extraordinary feelings for 'her,' how could I exist in this world?

It's useless to try and stop me now. When I kill the old man, that will be the time I replace you, 'Jun Tianxie.' Until then, you'd better take good care of this body for me."

The other consciousness in the conversation fell silent. No matter how hard Jun Tianxie tried, he couldn't get "him" to utter another word. But the immense gloom brought by those few words lingered in his heart, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

After a long while, a gloomy voice, as if soaked in poisonous water, echoed in the empty cabin.

"I will never let you have 'her,' you just wait and see..."

After that night, the famous courtesan Ye Xiangsi of the "Duonao River," and her magnificent pleasure boat "Chunyi Nong," seemed to have evaporated into thin air; no one ever saw them again. Those who truly know the fate of "Spring's Deepening" and the nine lives carried on it, besides Jun Tianxie, are probably only the silent fish at the bottom of the river... ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

"Sword Tower" is the foremost righteous sword sect with a history of over a century. Even the "Small Knife Society," which is a formidable rival to "White Path Alliance," is not as revered by the martial arts world as "Sword Tower" because it and "Shura Hall" are both emerging forces that have risen in the last decade.

The current leader of "Sword Tower," "Sword Saint" Feng Xuling, is famous in the martial arts world for his "Gentleman's Holy Sword" and is praised by "Martial Brain" Zhuge Woyu as "the best swordsman in the world." He and "Flying Knife" Li Wuyou, the leader of "Small Knife Society," are considered the two pillars of the righteous path today.

The Sword Tower is divided into seven levels, with the Sword Saint himself at the top. Newly initiated disciples belong to the first level, and so on... The levels are clearly defined, and the barriers are extremely deep. Lou Xueyi, one of the Three Heroes, is known as the Sword Marquis. Due to his special status and extraordinary talent, he was able to reach the fifth level at the young age of twenty-seven, making him a rare exception in the Sword Tower's hundred-year history.

After Jun Tianxie "drowned himself," Lou Xueyi brought Ding Shenzhao back to the Sword Tower. She didn't kill him, but simply restricted his martial arts and imprisoned him in the dungeon.

Lou Xueyi didn't hide Jun Tianxie's "death" from Ding Shenzhao. However, when the latter heard the news from Lou Xueyi, his indifferent expression almost made him think that the person he brought back was not the same person who had fought to the death to protect Jun Tianxie at the "Heavenly Curtain Waterfall."

"Aren't you saddened to hear about your friend's death?" After observing him repeatedly, Lou Xueyi finally couldn't help but ask.

"He's not dead," Ding Shenzhao replied calmly, his tone devoid of any excitement.

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

As he answered, a faint smile seemed to appear at the corners of his thin lips.

Although Ding Shenzhao's confidence was unfounded, Lou Xueyi, weighed between reason and emotion, leaned towards believing him. Although Ding Shenzhao was now a prisoner of his "Sword Tower," his treatment didn't seem too bad. Apart from not being allowed to step out of his cell, he was well-fed. Compared to his potential fate in Dugu Bingxin's hands, he was already doing

incredibly well. However, he didn't consider this a complete escape. Even someone as inexperienced in the martial world as him understood that he was currently in a position of being "sold for a higher price" in the eyes of others. Once Lou Xueyi exposed Jun Tianxie's lies and reached an agreement with the "Shura Hall," his fate would likely be ten times worse than it was now.

Ding Shenzhao didn't care about his own life or death; what worried him more was

the whereabouts and safety of Jun Tianxie, whom he considered a "brother." As for Xiao Lian, he didn't dare to think about her at all.

With his martial arts skills suppressed and his "Knotting Grass Sword" and "Ringed Blade" confiscated, escaping the dungeon with his current abilities would be harder than climbing to heaven.

However, today, things suddenly took a turn for the better.

Lou Xueyi appeared at the dungeon entrance, still looking as composed as ever, holding the pair of swords that originally belonged to him, and standing beside him was another person.

"Boy, we meet again."

Ding Shenzhao's pupils suddenly narrowed. Despite the dim light in the dungeon, he recognized at a glance the short, hunched old man in a gray robe with silver hair and beard beside Lou Xueyi.

"Master Turtle?!"

Chapter Six: Cultivating Swords and Nurturing Knives.

Master Turtle opened his narrow, slit-like eyes, slowly raising his previously lowered head. He grinned at Ding Shenzhao and said, "Boy, it's good that you still remember this old man."

Ding Shenzhao looked at Lou Xueyi and said calmly, "You've gone to great lengths to find out my origins, but unfortunately, it's all in vain."

Lou Xueyi smiled slightly, unconcerned. He simply handed the backpack containing the swords and knives to Master Turtle and respectfully asked, "What is the origin of these swords and knives? I would appreciate your appraisal, Master."

Master Turtle only glanced at the knotted grass and ring-shaped ornament. He scoffed, "What's so special about this? I could make something much better when I was ten."

Lou Xueyi said gently, "Yes, but these swords once wounded 'Little Asura' Dugu Hanxin's 'Asura Undying Body' in front of everyone. I suspect they are extraordinary, which is why I dared to trouble you, Master, to come and take a look."

Master Gui showed a genuine expression of emotion for the first time, exclaiming in surprise, "Is that so?"

It should be known that the "Asura Undying Body" is hailed as the best hard skill in the world. Although Dugu Hanxin, due to his limited aptitude and cultivation, could only unleash less than 60% of the Undying Body's power, it was still difficult for ordinary swords to harm him. There are only two ways to break through the Undying Body: one is to rely on divine weapons; the other is to break it with stronger internal energy. However, Ding Shenzhao's internal energy is clearly still inferior to Dugu Hanxin's, so the only way is to rely on the sharpness of the swords. But how is that possible?

Master Turtle blinked repeatedly at the backpack, finally saying, "Let me see the swords."

Lou Xueyi thought to herself, "Even you can be moved sometimes." She respectfully handed over the swords, saying, "Please examine them, Master."

Master Turtle snorted and pulled the sword, "Knotted Grass Ring," from the backpack. The blade was mottled and riddled with countless nicks, making it hard to associate it with a divine weapon.

Seeing his own weapons again, but in someone else's hands, Ding Shenzhao couldn't help but show a mixture of excitement and pain. These swords had become an integral part of him over the years; now that a part of him had been taken away, how could he not be overwhelmed with emotion?

Master Turtle first let out a "Huh," his expression changing from indifference to confusion, bewilderment, and excitement. Countless expressions shifted across his old face like a revolving lantern, and none of these expressions escaped Lou Xueyi's eyes.

Finally, Master Turtle sighed deeply, sheathing his sword and blade in his satchel. His expression suggested he had aged ten years in an instant, and he shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Such divine skills truly exist in this world! I've truly broadened my horizons today..."

His attitude piqued the curiosity of the other two in the cell. Lou Xueyi quickly asked, "Master, have you discerned any secret?"

Master Turtle didn't even glance at Lou Xueyi, his bewildered eyes seemingly drawn to something nonexistent. He murmured, "The art of 'cultivating swords and nurturing blades'! I thought it was just a legendary tale, but today I realize it was only due to my own shallow understanding and limited perspective. Ha! How laughable! How laughable!"

Though he uttered "laughable," his expression was filled with pain and desolation; he hardly seemed like someone who could laugh.

Lou Xueyi was even more puzzled and asked, "The art of cultivating swords and nurturing blades?"

Master Gui, in his hoarse and dry voice, said, word by word, "Cultivating swords and nurturing blades! It's when a master of swordsmanship reaches a state of divine enlightenment, transferring their own 'sword intent' and 'blade spirit' into the weapon, sealing their unparalleled cultivation and spiritual will, instantly transforming the most ordinary pair of swords into rare divine weapons. Because the weapon retains the original owner's power and will, the person who obtains the weapon also possesses the original owner's unparalleled cultivation. Even someone who doesn't know martial arts can instantly become a peerless master."

He paused here, looking at Lou Xueyi's eyes, which were now shining with excitement, and continued, "However, swords and blades cultivated through the art of cultivating swords and nurturing blades possess great spirituality. They are not destined for a chosen master; even if someone else takes them..." In his hands, they were no different from ordinary scrap metal. Moreover, this kind of technique itself is self-destructive, requiring the practitioner to expend immense effort and spirit to forge a divine weapon, yet they themselves cannot use it. Therefore, hardly anyone would want to practice it, and over time it became merely a legend in the forging world. I never expected that I would witness a legend become reality today,” Master Turtle suddenly darted forward, moving to Ding Shenzhao’s cell and sternly demanding, “Boy!

Where did you get these swords?”

Ding Shenzhao himself was the most astonished by Master Turtle’s description of the sword-cultivation and sword-nurturing technique. He had obtained the swords from the strange man in the Tree Sea, feeling only a sense of familiarity and ease with them, as if they were naturally crafted for his use. He had no idea that these swords had such a wondrous and mysterious origin as Master Turtle described.

If Master Turtle’s words were true, then who exactly was the strange man in the Tree Sea who had given him the knotted grass and ring-shaped ornament? And why was he treating him so kindly?

A series of questions lingered in Ding Shenzhao's mind, but Master Turtle's harsh words disgusted him, and he coldly replied, "I don't know."

Master Turtle's expression changed, but he immediately laughed fiercely, "Good lad! You've got a tough tongue, haven't you? But I specialize in tormenting stubborn characters like you. Remember my 'Six Yang Divine Fire Palm'? If you don't want to turn into charcoal, you'd better tell me the truth!"

With that, he raised a withered and shriveled right palm, and his power emanated bursts of heat like a blazing furnace.

Ding Shenzhao had witnessed the power of the old man's Divine Fire Palm before and had no doubt that the mere iron bars were as fragile as paper under his fiery force. However, he had already disregarded life and death, and faced with the raging anger of the fire god, he did not move an inch, calmly meeting his gaze and saying, "I don't know, and that's it. You can kill me, but I still won't know."

"You...!"

Master Turtle roared in fury, his face contorted with murderous intent. His overwhelming power instantly suffocated Ding Shenzhao, who was standing some distance away. Even Lou Xueyi felt a tightness in her chest, thinking in horror, "This old man looks so unremarkable, yet his skill seems to surpass even Master's!"

He feared that Master Turtle might actually kill Ding Shenzhao with a single blow in his rage, which would be contrary to his original plan. So he quickly tried to stop him, saying, "Master, please calm down! Killing..." "Losing this brat would mean losing all clues to the origin of these swords. Besides, he was captured by our 'Sword Pavilion,' and if the 'Asura Hall'

pursues us for the murder of Brother Hanxin, we'll have a hard time explaining ourselves. I implore you, Master, for the sake of the White Path Alliance, to spare this ungrateful brat's life for now."

He had gone to great lengths to save Ding Shenzhao's life in Master Turtle's rage, even invoking the White Path Alliance's reputation, but he feared the other side wouldn't be swayed.

Master Turtle's wrinkled old face darkened further, like dark clouds obscuring the sky.

After a long, long time, he lowered his raised right hand and coldly said, "Boy! Consider yourself lucky to have escaped death!"

Ding Shenzhao showed no joy at having just escaped death, calmly saying, "Killing an unarmed person doesn't make me a hero."

Master Turtle laughed loudly, "Boy! Are you trying to provoke your ancestor? Hahahaha! I've roamed the martial world for nearly sixty years, only knowing how to act on a whim, but I've never considered myself a hero. You've wasted your time!"

"Talking to a beast is indeed a waste of time."

With that cold remark, Ding Shenzhao walked back to a corner of the cell, sat down with his knees drawn up, and ignored the two men outside the bars.

"You brat...!!"

Master Turtle was furious, his face turning ashen, yet he couldn't retaliate. If they weren't on someone else's territory, he would have killed ten Ding Shenzhaos at once.

Lou Xueyi stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "This brat is utterly ungrateful. Master, please don't take it to heart. Let's go upstairs for tea first. The task of investigating the origin of the swords will be entrusted to this junior."

Master Turtle glared fiercely at Ding Shenzhao, finally saying angrily, "Fine! Let's see how long you can keep up this stubbornness!" With that, he turned and left, Lou Xueyi quickly following behind him. As the heavy iron door

slammed shut again with a "bang!", Ding Shenzhao's resolute and handsome face was also obscured by the darkness of the dungeon.

On the bustling main street of "Qingfeng City," Jun Tianxie's figure could be seen among the crowds. His calm yet cunning eyes watched the peddlers and laborers on the street, content with their mundane lives.

That was once the life he had longed for, but things had turned out differently.

Neither "Jun Tianxie" nor "Yu Tianxie" is the identity he truly desires. What he truly wants is to be with that impossible "her," to a place where no one will disturb them. Unfortunately, he knows this is a dream that can never be realized; even having such a thought is a taboo against the laws of nature. Between him

and "her," besides the barriers of worldly etiquette, there exists an overwhelmingly powerful third party—"he," hailed as the number one person in the world, whose strength defies the heavens! As long as "he" lives, there is no possibility for him and "her" to be together.

But "he" is simply too powerful; even with his extraordinary wisdom and the other arrogant clone within him, he is not confident of defeating "he."

His purpose in leaving the palace this time is to find a way to defeat "he." Continuing to stay under "he's" protection means he will never be able to overcome "he."

He believes in his potential and the blood of the number one person in the world flowing through his veins; given time, he will surely be able to defeat "he." Until then, he could only trust the path he had chosen and resolutely continue on it.

Clearing the turmoil in his mind with a shake of his head, he calmed his thoughts and focused his attention back on his prey. Although outwardly he appeared to be just an inconspicuous merchant, to an expert like Jun Tianxie, he was absolutely certain that the man was none other than the disguised "Blood Dragon" Dugu Ji! The former leader of the Seven Beasts of the Underworld, no doubt about it! For

those who betray the Demonic Sect, death was the only possible end. Dugu Ji's willingness to appear in public, even in disguise, required immense courage. Jun Tianxie was certain Dugu Ji was not a warrior; there must be a deeper reason behind it.

Anything that defies logic is suspicious.

Using the crowd as cover, Jun Tianxie cleverly followed Dugu Ji, who had never seen his face before, so he had no fear of being recognized.

However, with Ding Shenzhao's fate unknown, Jun Tianxie still had the mind to spend time on Dugu Ji. If Ding Shenzhao knew, he would probably only lament his poor choice of friends.

Dugu Ji finally entered a residence with a plaque that read "Wenwu Hall".

Jun Tianxie revealed a thoughtful expression and muttered to himself, "A traitor from the 'Underworld' among the three major demonic sects has actually gotten involved with the people from the 'Zhongshu Mansion' in the righteous alliance. The merging of the righteous and the demonic—how could I miss such an interesting thing?" He

closed his eyes and observed the movements inside the residence from a distance using his "Evil Nirvana" spirit. After a while, a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"Interesting! Even 'him' is in there. It seems I have no choice but to make this trip." The "

Zhongshu Mansion," one of the seven factions of the White Path Alliance, is headed by "Zhiru" Kong Xuezhi, known as the strategist of the alliance. He is a master strategist who, with his waning power, contends with the rising strength of the Demonic Sect. Knowing the odds are against them, he still acts—a testament to the Confucian spirit of studying the classics.

While scholars are often considered useless, the scholars trained by the "Zhongshu Mansion" are all-rounders in both literature and martial arts, wielding considerable influence both in and out of court. Therefore, even with the Demonic Sect's immense power, they maintain a certain respect for the "Zhongshu Mansion" and refrain from provoking conflict. After all, the principle of "the common people don't fight the officials" is fundamental to the martial world.

The owner of this "Wenwu Hall" residence, Jiang Chizong, nicknamed "Iron-Pen Judge of Evil," is one of the thirteen eminent officials of the "Zhongshu Mansion." He is renowned for his benevolence in the region, his "Iron Strokes and Silver Hooks" having severed the souls of countless gangsters. In Qingfeng City, his status among the common people is even higher than that of the local officials.

Although the residence is named "Wenwu Hall," its interior is decorated with a scholarly atmosphere, the neatly arranged bookshelves symbolizing the "Zhongshu Mansion's" spirit of combining literary and martial arts.

Jiang Chizong, "Iron-Pen Judge of Evil," is forty-six years old, with a ruddy complexion and an air of righteousness. Wearing an official's hat and brocade robe, with a jade belt around his waist, his demeanor exudes the air of a master.

Jiang Chizong's study is always a forbidden area, but today there is a very special guest: Long Bufei, known as the "natural enemy" of the righteous path. Has he been hiding within a branch of the White Path Alliance for some time now?

Long Bufei's thick, sword-like eyebrows suddenly furrowed and then lifted, prompting Jiang Chizong, who was opposite him, to ask curiously, "Master Long, what's wrong?"

Long Bufei closed his eyes, his handsome face as still as water, unmoved by any emotion.

"It seems... someone is watching me..."

Jiang Chizong exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be the Demonic Sect coming after us? Impossible! Nobody knows you live here, Master Long."

Long Bufei reopened his eyes, his dark pupils flashing with an unusual light.

"It's not the Demonic Sect, but that spiritual power is both righteous and evil, mixed and impure. It retreated as soon as it made contact with me, leaving me no time to grasp its presence... Strange?"

What Long Bufei was saying involved extremely profound spiritual techniques, which Jiang Chizong, lacking in cultivation, only partially understood. However, he dared not underestimate this young man, who was a full twelve years younger than him. A man with a great reputation is not without merit; someone considered the third-ranked opponent in the world was no easy opponent.

Long Bufei pondered for a while, then suddenly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Jiang Chizong and said, "I have troubled you for quite some time, senior, and I have often felt uneasy. Now that my injuries have healed, I would like to take my leave of Hall Master Jiang."

Jiang Chizong asked in surprise, "Why do you say this, Hero Long! Is it because our hospitality has been inadequate?"

Long Bufei shook his head and said, "I will forever remember the noble deeds of Senior Zhiru and Hall Master Jiang, and I would never dare to have such thoughts. However, the longer I stay, the greater the potential danger I may bring to your hall." "For the sake of the bigger picture, it's best if I leave sooner rather than later."

Seeing Long Bufei's resolute words, Jiang Chizong knew his mind was made up and further attempts to persuade him to stay would be futile. He could only helplessly raise his cup and say, "Since you insist on leaving, Master Long, I dare not linger. Let me offer you this toast, wishing you a safe journey."

Long Bufei quickly raised his cup in return, saying, "You're too kind, Master. It is I who should thank you for your hospitality these past ten days."

The two exchanged a smile and drank their cups in one gulp.

"Clang!" Long Bufei let go of the wine glass, causing it to shatter on the ground. His handsome

face turned ashen, and he said in a deep voice, "The wine is poisoned!" Jiang Chizong laughed and floated up from the chair as if weightless, landing five zhang behind where he had been sitting.

"That's right! This is the 'Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man' that I specially obtained from the Poison Sect of the Western Regions, spending ten thousand taels of gold! If it were an ordinary poison, I wouldn't dare put it in the wine. Not only would it be ineffective, but you would also discover it early, which would be disastrous!"

Long Bufei's majestic body trembled slightly, and large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, showing that he was enduring great pain. He asked hoarsely, "Why?"

"Why? Haha! Good question!" Jiang Chizong sneered, "Let me tell you! I've had enough of living in fear and dealing with the people of the Demonic Sect every day! I'm different from you penniless Jianghu people. I have the legacy of my ancestors, I have a clan to support, and I need power and wealth, the things that you self-righteous righteous people lack the most! As long as I offer your head to the Demonic Sect, I will have countless riches and honors!"

Jiang Chizong finished this long string of words in one breath without hesitation, as if these words had been hidden in his heart and he had rehearsed them hundreds of times.

Long Bufei looked at Jiang Chizong with the same eyes he used to see him for the first time, his expression devoid of anger or resentment, but instead carrying a hint of pity.

Despite the seemingly flawless calculations of the "wise Confucian" Kong Xue, there was one thing he couldn't foresee: while reading could change a person's temperament, it couldn't change their true nature.

Jiang Chizong glared fiercely at Long Bufei and said, "I don't like your gaze!"

Long Bufei calmly met his gaze, giving him no sense of being confronted.

"Who contacted you?"

"It was me."

"Blood Dragon" Dugu Ji, dressed as a merchant, slowly entered through the door. He had removed his makeup, revealing a gloomy, ugly face that flashed with an unusual green light, his eyes carrying a hidden killing intent.

"So it was you?!"

Dugu Ji said coldly, hands behind his back. "Of course it was me! Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to bring you down. You caused me so much trouble in 'Fragrant City,' and now I'm going to get my revenge with interest!"

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse. Facing an absolute disadvantage, Long Bufei remained calm and composed, behaving as usual, befitting the demeanor of a great hero of the era.

He looked at Jiang Chizong and said calmly, "Abandoning the Way for the Demonic is like seeking a tiger's skin. One day you will regret it."

Jiang Chizong's face changed drastically, and he forced a "hehe" laugh, "You're already a dying man, yet you still want to sow discord."

Dugu Ji said in a deep voice, "He's right."

Jiang Chizong exclaimed in surprise, "What did you say...?!"

Before he could even prepare for anything, a crimson palm had silently pressed against his back.

Jiang Chizong's entire defense was focused on Long Bufei sitting in front of him. The title of "natural enemy" was truly too infamous. Even though the Poison Sect's deadly poison, "The Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man," was said to be foolproof, he still had to guard against the opponent's final, all-out counterattack. However, he never dreamed that the attack he anticipated would not come from the enemy in front of him, but from his ally behind him.

In the rush, all his true energy was not enough to protect himself, and he took a solid hit from the "Blood Dissolving Hand." As a result, Jiang Chizong coughed up blood and rolled on the ground, only stopping when he hit the wall.

"Why...why...?"

His disheveled hair covered half of his face, his clothes were almost completely torn, and the most serious injury was a rib that had broken and pierced his heart, almost certainly indicating that he had no chance of survival. But he still wanted to know the reason.

Dugu Ji looked at him as if he were a sacrificial offering on an offering table, without a trace of sympathy or pity.

“Because I have actually betrayed the ‘Underworld,’ I cannot offer you the generous terms I’ve promised.”

Jiang Chizong’s pupils dilated immediately upon hearing this, his expression filled with horror and disbelief.

“How…how could this be…?!”

A cruel smile crept across Dugu Ji’s lips as he said, “It’s all your fault for being too greedy, which is why you believed me so readily. However, at least one thing I haven’t lied to you about is that Long Bufei’s head can still fetch a good price in the ‘Heavenly Palace,’ but you won’t be able to get it!”

“I’ll fight you to the death!”

Despair, anger, and the blow of betrayal were now ten times greater for Jiang Chizong, who had just betrayed Long Bufei. Truly, those who betray others are always betrayed in return.

With all his might, he unleashed the “Iron Strokes and Silver Hooks,” the tip of his brush slicing through the void with sharp energy. Even a speck of dust that touched the skin would instantly tear open flesh, causing wounds that could never heal.

But this desperate attack was nothing more than a death throes in Dugu Ji's eyes. With a cold laugh, the red shadow of his "Blood-Dissolving Hand" swept across the void like an iron chain, determining the boundary between life and death.

The Blood-Dissolving energy in his left palm condensed into a shield, blocking Jiang Chizong's "Iron Pen of Judgment." The fatal blow came from his right palm's "Blood Eagle Spreads Wings"!

Jiang Chizong let out a sharp cry as his entire body was brutally severed at the waist by Dugu Ji's hand blade, splitting him in two! Jiang Chizong's upper body rolled to Long Bufei's feet, his wide eyes filled with immense resentment, grief, and guilt.

Long Bufei's eyes were filled with an overwhelming sorrow as he sighed, "If only I had known this earlier."

Dugu Ji grinned maliciously, licking the blood from his fingers, and said to him, "Don't grieve for him, because you're next."

Long Bufei asked, "Are you so confident you can kill me?"

Dugu Ji sneered, "No need to pretend to be calm. The 'Five Signs of Decay' of the Western Regions Poison Sect is known as the most potent poison in the world. Even the 'Yanhuang' Sect Master might not be able to force it out, let alone you."

Long Bufei asked in a deep voice, "Is this why you killed Hall Master Jiang first? Because you were certain I was powerless to resist."

Dugu Ji smiled smugly, "Everything was within my calculations. Now you can die in peace!"

"Since you're so good at calculating, did you include my appearance in your calculations?"

As the words were spoken, a person jumped down from the roof beam, landing in the center of the study, shocking both experts in the room.

A handsome young man with a sinister smile stood before Dugu Ji, showing no fear of the murderous aura emanating from him, and even intentionally or unintentionally blocked the latter's attack on Long Bufei.

Dugu Ji's eyes flashed with a cruel light of certainty, and he coldly snorted: "Boy, who are you?"

The handsome young man grinned at him and said softly: "My surname is Jun, and my given name is Tianxie."

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