[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - 9

Chapter Three: Behind Fame

Jun Tianxie's sudden actions indeed surprised everyone in the midst of the fierce battle, but their subsequent reactions were quite different. Long Bufei, after his initial surprise, exclaimed with delight,

"Is that you, Brother Tian? You don't need to come and help. Let your elder brother deal with these three scoundrels from the demonic sect."

"It's so good to have such an elder brother. He even worries about my safety and doesn't put himself in danger. I definitely didn't choose the wrong person to become sworn brothers with."

He secretly rejoiced at his accurate judgment; his initial investment was now yielding multiple returns. However, to maintain the facade, he continued with undiminished laughter, "Brother, you're being besieged. How can I, as your sworn brother, stand idly by? Wouldn't you be putting me in a difficult position?"

Long Bufei laughed heartily, "It's your fault, but these three beasts are a personal matter between you and your elder brother. There's no need to involve you, Brother Tian." "Let's drag them in."

Upon hearing Long Bufei's words, Jun Tianxie immediately realized the true identities of the two men and one woman: the only two remaining members of the Seven Beasts of the Underworld—"Human Bear" Yue Wu and "Tiger" Bai Niangzi. The other person did not resemble the legendary "Flying Eagle" Han Qu (Jun Tianxie was unaware that Han Qu had died under Lou Xueyi's sword), yet Long Bufei still categorized him as a "beast." He must be a helper recruited because he was on good terms with the Seven Beasts. He quickly thought of another famous master in the Demonic Sect who used a beast as his name—"Iron Lion" Meng He!

"Human Bear" Yue Wu lived up to his name, possessing a burly physique like a bear, and even his body hair was almost as black and long as a bear's. His martial arts were the "Great Coffin-Splitting Palm," which focused on a fierce and powerful style, with a raging and intimidating palm wind.

"Female Tiger" Bai Niangzi wields a pair of steel-cast tiger claws. Although over forty, she still possesses the allure of a middle-aged woman. Her figure is slightly plump, but she moves with extraordinary agility and ferocity. The steel claws in her hands move with a powerful, chilling force, posing a significant threat to her enemies.

"Iron Lion" Meng He's martial arts are clearly the best of the three. According to Jun Tianxie's observation, he is even comparable to "Blood Dragon" Dugu Ji, the leader of the Seven Beasts. His strong physique exudes a domineering aura, and although his features are handsome, the vicious killing intent revealed in his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes mars his overall demeanor. His "Hundred Battles Lion Fist" encompasses nearly 60% of the Dragon Step Fly's offensive techniques, barely managing to maintain a stalemate.

The appearance of Jun Tianxie, like a Cheng Yaojin (a legendary figure known for his unexpected intervention), undoubtedly adds even more pressure to the three who are locked in a protracted battle. Even before seeing his face clearly, the fact that he claims to be the sworn brother of their "natural enemy" is enough to deter them from underestimating him. How can a strong general have weak soldiers under his command?

Suddenly, Lady Bai let out a sharp cry, wielding her steel claws in a fierce attack. Using the centrifugal force generated by the spinning claws, she created a spatial pull, the center of which was a sharp steel hook capable of rupturing an animal – one of her signature techniques, "Sheep Entering the Tiger's Mouth"!

The other two, seasoned veterans of battle, understood each other perfectly. They knew this was a crucial moment in the battle; if they couldn't deliver a fatal blow before Jun Tianxie arrived, the fight would likely end in defeat.

Yue Wu, with his palms slightly clasped to his chest, exhaled and unleashed a powerful, unstoppable strike. His "Great Coffin-Splitting Palm," cultivated to the fifteenth level, was perfectly suited for this kind of brute force clash.

Instead of coordinating with his two companions' frontal assault, Meng He used a swift, unpredictable movement to shift to Long Bufei's other side. With a roar, he unleashed a hundred rapid punches in one fluid motion, a mix of feints and real attacks, designed to both harass the enemy and cover his comrades. The slightest lapse in concentration would transform his "Unwavering Combat" fist technique into deadly fangs, biting down on Long Bufei.

The three attacked seamlessly, their combined energy and sharp blades forming a complex, ever-changing pattern, attempting to toll Long Bufei's death knell.

Jun Tianxie's "intervention" instantly transformed the battle into a life-or-death struggle. Long Bufei took a deep breath, his mind entering a state of perfect focus, free from self and other. "Embracing the Origin" channeled the energy from his limbs and meridians back into his dantian, while "Guarding the One" maintained absolute clarity of mind within the seemingly impenetrable encirclement, attempting to find that one crucial weakness.

Long Bufei's palms moved slowly and subtly, the space around the three seemed to be compressed and contracted by an invisible force, the air seemed to be sucked out, and movement became sluggish and difficult. What was originally a flawless killing trap had unexpectedly developed a gap.

Long Bufei flipped his palms, and like the majestic image of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, he unleashed a palm strike with the force of a raging torrent. His long-accumulated true energy reached its peak at this moment, unleashing an unstoppable force like the Yangtze River bursting its banks. This also allowed the three enemies to witness the true power of the world-shaking martial art of "turning hands to create clouds and rain."

Defeat! Utter defeat! Even with the three of them joining forces, their strength was still some distance from Long Bufei, the second-generation martial arts champion of the righteous path and their "natural enemy." This outcome was inevitable.

Meng He and Yue Wu were sent flying backward, coughing up blood, barely breathing. Bai Niangzi suffered the least, her signature Steel Tiger Claws were mangled beyond recognition. This wasn't because she was the most skilled among the three, but rather because Long Bufei had shown mercy to a woman.

"Brother's martial arts have improved again. It seems the poisoning incident last time was actually a blessing in disguise,"

Long Bufei said, looking at Jun Tianxie with a smile. "If it weren't for your help, even ten Long Bufeis would be dead. I will forever

remember this kindness." Jun Tianxie said solemnly, "Brother, you're being too polite. True brothers are those who help each other in times of trouble, aren't they? If I ever need anything, I'm sure you'll do your best to help. Too much politeness means you don't consider me a brother." (

He didn't mean to say anything else .) Long Bufei, who only felt the positive aspects of the trap he had set, was also delighted to have made a true and loyal brother. He nodded and said, "It was my fault, brother.

The bond between brothers is as clear as heaven. From now on, as long as you say the word, I will go through fire and water for you." For him, as Jun Tianxie's "natural enemy," to say such weighty words meant that he truly regarded Jun Tianxie as a brother who would share life and death. If these words were to spread throughout the martial world, it would guarantee that the latter's status would immediately rise, making him comparable to the Three Heroes and Four Heroes.

Jun Tianxie was secretly so pleased that he almost floated away. With this best bodyguard and backer, in the future, apart from figures like the three giants of the Demonic Sect, probably few people could touch him when he traveled the martial world.

"Long Bufei...you...you should kill us!"

A weak voice, filled with deep hatred, rang out. Long Bufei looked at Bai Niangzi, who was leaning on the ground, panting heavily, and said calmly, "I never kill women, especially today is the day my sworn brother and I reunite. I don't want to see any more bloodshed. Take your two companions and leave. If they can be treated in time, they should be able to live a peaceful life for the rest of their lives."

Bai Niangzi, her hair disheveled and blood trickling from her mouth, stubbornly said, "You killed so many of our brothers! This hatred, this grudge, even if we 'Seven Beasts' become vengeful ghosts, we will seek revenge on you!"

Long Bufei said in a deep voice, "Those who died by my hand were all wicked and deserved to die. It is rare for you brothers and sisters to have such a deep bond of brotherhood, but those innocent people who died unjustly..." "Whom will your men seek revenge against?"

Bai Niangzi said hatefully, "The law of the jungle is an eternal law of the world. Those people were destined to die by our hands! We are not skilled enough to avenge our fallen brothers, so death is our only release! Kill us quickly, no need for further words!"

Long Bufei shook his head and said, "Your Majesty has been too deeply influenced by the doctrinal teachings of the Demonic Sect, which value life over death. I am too lazy to argue with you. Let's take your companions and leave quickly, or it will be too late to save us."

Bai Niangzi said fiercely, "If you don't kill us today, you will definitely regret it!"

Jun Tianxie suddenly flicked out two finger strikes without saying a word, hitting Bai Niangzi's shoulder "Jingkan" acupoint and her brow "Shenhui" acupoint respectively. How could Bai Niangzi, who was weak after being injured, withstand the force of these two finger strikes? She groaned and fainted.

Facing the two questioning gazes directed at him, Jun Tianxie shrugged and smiled, "Big Brother wanted to spare her life, but this woman refused to appreciate it. During our conversation just now, I saw her gathering her power in her claws. She was probably planning to suddenly attack and kill her two immobile companions before severing her own meridians and dying. I didn't want Big Brother's good intentions to go to waste, so I took action at the last minute. Big Brother won't blame me, will he?"

Long Bufei blushed and said embarrassedly, "How could I blame you, brother? I'm so much older than you, yet I can't even see through the tricks of these evil people. It seems all the days I've spent wandering the martial world have been wasted."

Jun Tianxie laughed and said, "Brother is a true gentleman, so of course he's easily deceived. I was taught from a young age how to deal with the endless tricks of the demonic sect, so I naturally see through these people better than you."

"Nine parts truth and one part falsehood" is the highest level of lying and deception. Besides concealing his origins as a member of the Demonic Sect, Jun Tianxie's "frank" words indeed made Long Bufei like him even more. Su Rong said with feeling, "With such an outstanding new talent as Brother Tian, it's no wonder that 'Breaking the Prison' has become the leading anti-demon force. The revival of the righteous path is promising."

Then, as if remembering something, he added, "I went to 'Sword Tower' and met Lou Xueyi, but he said your friend had already left with Master Turtle. These past few days I've been searching for news of the two of you, and now I've finally met you. You should be happy for your brother, because Ding Shenzhao of 'Swords and Sabers' is already the most promising newcomer in the martial world, his reputation rivaling the Three Heroes and Four Heroes."

"Oh no! I completely forgot about this!"

With a slightly guilty expression, Jun Tianxie laughed happily (?), "This is truly wonderful news! My brother has always wanted to make a name for himself, and now he's finally achieved his wish."

Long Bufei frowned slightly and said, "However, there are some strange rumors circulating in the martial arts world about his rise to fame..."

"What rumors?"

Long Bufei paused slightly, seemingly considering whether to speak, and hesitated before saying, "I heard that he has the support of one of the Nine Eccentrics, 'General' Tang Luanli."

Jun Tianxie was moved and said, "That power-hungry old ghost! How could Shenzhao be on his side?"

"Rumors abound in the martial arts world, and I'm just repeating what I've heard. The truth may not be so."

Long Bufei's comforting words had little effect on Jun Tianxie. His cautious nature made him never easily trust anyone. Originally, he had been attracted by the other party's amazing potential and planned to train Ding Shenzhao into a tool that would obey his every command. Now it seemed that others had the same idea as him.

“That guy shouldn’t be the type to betray you after you’ve served your purpose, but he hasn’t come looking for me even after being free for so long. Maybe he really has betrayed me. I was even planning to give him an important position… Hmph! Oh well, what’s lost can’t be regained. I can’t let go of this one who has even better value.”

Hiding his wicked thoughts under a sincere and innocent smile, he said with a hesitant expression, “Big brother, there’s something… I don’t know if I should say it…”

Long Bufei readily replied, “What is it? As long as it’s something you can help with, I will definitely do my best.”

Jun Tianxie sighed, “It’s hard to believe, but in fact, I’ve been busy with various investigations lately, which is why I haven’t been able to find the time to meet with you and Ding San.”

Long Bufei asked in surprise, “What is it?”

“It’s like this…”

He recounted what he had heard from Jixiangtian to Long Bufei, but changed the source of the information to the best substitute, “Prison Breaker.”

Long Bufei's surprise upon hearing this shocking news was beyond words.

"Is this really true?!"

Jun Tianxie shook his head and sighed, "I don't want this to be true either, but the source seems to be genuine."

"The Third Under Heaven has suffered a humiliating defeat this time. This should have been great news for the righteous path, but the Three Heroes chose to betray each other at the very moment of success. If it wasn't for personal gain, then they must have had other motives. However, I believe that no matter what, they shouldn't sacrifice their comrades."

This was a serious matter; fanning the flames might backfire. Simply stating the facts, with a few appropriate additions, would be enough for Long Bufei to make the judgment he wanted.

After listening, Long Bufei remained silent, pacing back and forth in deep thought, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed into a knot.

Jun Tianxie sighed, "This matter is complex and far-reaching. If you, elder brother, are unwilling to get involved, I will not blame you."

Long Bufei turned around with a "whoosh," his eyes gleaming, and said in a deep voice, "You're wrong! What I'm hesitating about isn't whether or not I should get involved, but between the Third Under Heaven and Xiao Yao, who should I save first?"

Jun Tianxie initially thought he had misheard, but Long Bufei's serious expression didn't seem like a joke, so he tentatively asked, "I don't understand what you mean, elder brother?"

Long Bufei's face grew even more ashen, and he said in a deep voice, "Lou Xueyi and Dugu Hanxin schemed and plotted, even sacrificing their equally renowned companions, just to bring about the Third Under Heaven's defeat. They will absolutely not allow such an dishonorable thing to spread throughout the martial world, and they will definitely erase all those involved, including the injured Third Under Heaven!"

Jun Tianxie blinked and asked, "I don't understand, isn't this obvious?"

"...Because I owe the Third Under Heaven a favor."

What was that all about? Jun Tianxie's head was already throbbing.

"That day, I challenged the Third Under Heaven to a duel at 'Peak of Life and Death,' but before the duel, I fell into the trap of the Seven Beasts of the Underworld. They used explosives to severely injure me. If I had gone to the duel in my physical condition at the time, the only result would have been death! But the Third Under Heaven voluntarily postponed the duel, which allowed me to survive until now. Although the Third Under Heaven is a member of the Demonic Sect, he possesses a righteousness that even the righteous sects cannot match. Such a person should not die under such a despicable conspiracy! Nor should he die like a rat in a gutter without anyone knowing!"

Jun Tianxie was secretly astonished. He never expected that his plan to "use a borrowed knife to kill" would actually foster a "friendship" between Long Bufei and the Third Under Heaven, two enemies who had never met! This was something he had not anticipated.

“Even if a tiger is injured, it won’t lose to a group of rabbits.”

Long Bufei looked at Jun Tianxie with slight surprise, and after a long while nodded, saying, “Brother Tian is right. With the third-best ability in the world, even if he is injured, unless the seven sect leaders personally intervene, they may not be his match. I’m afraid they know they are not strong enough to fight alone, so they resort to group attacks or even ambushes.”

Jun Tianxie said, “From what you’re saying, elder brother, it seems you have some reservations about the White Path Alliance?”

Long Bufei smiled bitterly, “Those prestigious sects have deeply ingrained feudal ideas, how could they…” "Do you even consider me, a nobody with no connections or influence, a threat? Don't let your title of 'Natural Enemy' fool you; it sounds impressive. In reality, you're just a pawn in the eyes of others, a figurehead against the King of Hell... You take all the credit and push the blame onto others. That's the so-called righteous way of doing things."

He sighed and shook his head, saying, "I'd rather face an enemy like the third-ranked person in the world than deal with those hypocritical scoundrels."

He kept these words to himself, never uttering them to anyone. How imposing was the image of "Natural Enemy," the number one figure in the righteous path? But the bitter tears behind that glory were unknown to anyone. Before fame, he endured endless ridicule; after fame, he faced constant mockery... He had endured countless hardships and bloodshed to become who he was today.

Facing this sworn brother, he felt there was nothing he couldn't say.

“Indeed, fame brings endless trouble. Ding should see this, so he can learn a lesson.”

Knowing Long Bufei didn't want superficial comfort, Jun Tianxie remained silent, waiting for him to finish.

“I've met Xiao Yao a few times, and my impression of him is quite different from the stereotypical playboy. He appears carefree, but is actually cautious and meticulous, possessing a rare chivalrous spirit among the righteous path. He's a man of similar character to you, Brother Tian. Now that he's fallen into a trap and been captured, if I hadn't known, I would have let it go… but now that I do, there's no reason for me to stand idly by!”

“When did I become the same type of person as that playboy? But as long as I can trick a fool into making a move, even if I'm the same type as a whore, it's not a problem.”

With these not-so-serious thoughts swirling in his mind, Jun Tianxie smiled and said, “If you want to have the best of both worlds, I have a plan.”

Long Bufei exclaimed in surprise, “Really?! Tell me quickly!”

“Brother, go to the Black Prison to rescue Xiao Yao, and I will mobilize the underground forces of ‘Prison Break’ to find the whereabouts of the third-ranked person in the world. If he has lost the ability to protect himself, I will be responsible for escorting him back to ‘Mingyue Sect’.”

If he were really a member of “Prison Break”, of course he would not do such a thing to help the enemy, but Jun Tianxie was just using this as a front, so naturally he had no such scruples.

Long Bufei, of course, didn't have such ulterior motives. He assumed Jun Tianxie was willing to risk everything to help him, and shook his head, moved, saying, "No! I can't let you do something so dangerous for me, Brother Tian. If we're discovered, the entire righteous path will hunt you down."

Jun Tianxie shrugged, "Although I'm young, I have a certain position in the organization, and I have several close and capable friends who can keep secrets. I believe I can trick Lou Xueyi and the others into intercepting the Third Under Heaven and fulfilling Brother's wish."

Although he knew this was the rationally correct decision, Long Bufei still hesitated emotionally, saying, "I still don't think it's right..."

"Dragging along like a woman is not my style, brother. If it were me going to the Black Prison to rescue Xiao Yao, my meager martial arts skills would be useless. And it's not easy for you, brother, to find the third best in the world by yourself. So we're just working together as needed. Brother, you don't need to feel guilty towards me." He

gave a reasonable analysis of the general trend, but shamelessly added the last sentence, all with the aim of building an increasingly heavy debt of gratitude on Long Bufei.

Completely unaware that he was being led by the nose, Long Bufei showed a look of sudden realization, gritted his teeth and nodded, saying, "Good! It's my good fortune to have a brother like you! I promise you, I will definitely rescue Xiao Yao from Black Prison Island, and after the Third Under Heaven recovers from his injuries, I will defeat him fair and square!"

"There's no need for that last guarantee. I can't guarantee that the Third Under Heaven will live to see you return from Black Prison Island and fight him."

A slight smug smile appeared on his lips, but it disappeared before Long Bufei could notice. Of course, he never intended to rescue the Third Under Heaven from the beginning, but as long as Long Bufei knew that he had "tried his best," even if things didn't go as planned in the end, the kind-hearted man believed he wouldn't blame himself too much.

“Time is of the essence, Brother, you should set off immediately. Leave the rest here to me.”

Long Bufei said with a reluctant expression, “It’s a pity that we brothers have finally managed to meet, and now we have to part so hastily.”

Jun Tianxie smiled and said, “Once this matter is settled, I will definitely drink with you for three days. I wish you a safe journey and great success.”

Long Bufei looked at Jun Tianxie for a long time, hesitating several times, and finally said, “Brother Tian, you too… take care…”

As he turned to leave, he couldn’t help but turn back and say, “Although those three are from the Demonic Sect and have committed many evils,

they are forgivable in consideration of Luo’s loyalty in seeking revenge. I beg you, Brother Tian, if you can, try to spare their lives.” A hint of surprise flashed in Jun Tianxie’s eyes, and he smiled and said, “Brother, you are truly a compassionate person. You should be lenient when possible. I know what to do.”

"Then I'm relieved."

Watching the other person's broad back disappear, Jun Tianxie's thoughtful gaze slowly shifted to the three people on the ground.

"To be able to sense my killing intent fluctuations... indeed, 'Natural Enemy' is not just a name. Should I listen to my sworn brother and avoid committing another killing...?"

His gaze lingered on the alluring curves of Bai Niangzi on the ground, and Jun Tianxie smiled again: "But... how can one let go of a piece of fat meat that's already in one's mouth?"

Chapter Four: The Assassin's Grave

"Ugh..."

In a hazy state, a strange itching sensation came from her lower body, causing her delicate body to twist restlessly from side to side. She opened her hazy eyes, but her consciousness could not immediately return. After a while, she slowly regained her senses.

The first feeling upon waking was a limp, numb body lying there. She was then shocked to find herself completely naked. Her first instinct was to cover her private parts with her hands, but she quickly encountered resistance. Shame and anger flushed her face. Looking at the boy who had tied her to the bed, she angrily demanded, "What do you want? Let me go!"

Jun Tianxie, also completely naked, wore a lewd smile as he leered at his prey. "Lady Bai," he said, "you're not some naive young girl anymore. What does this usually mean? Do I have to teach you?" Lady

Bai seemed to only now recognize that this audacious boy who dared to tie her to the bed was Long Bufei's "sworn brother," and she retorted even more angrily, "What a lewd and shameless scoundrel!" "You brat! You call yourself a righteous person? How dare you commit such despicable acts that even the cultists of the Demonic Sect wouldn't stoop to! If you know what's good for you, release me immediately, or I'll tear you to pieces once I break free!"

Jun Tianxie tsk-tsk, shaking his head and laughing, "Even when you're being controlled, you still have such a swagger. A tigress is indeed a tigress."

Bai Niangzi, hearing this, became even more furious, saying, "Since you know who I am, you still dare to molest and disrespect me. Later, I'll gouge out your stinking eyes and castrate you alive!"

Jun Tianxie exaggeratedly said, "I'm so scared." Ignoring Bai Niangzi's curses, he unceremoniously groped her two plump breasts in front of her, kneading, rubbing, and pinching them as if playing with some interesting toy. The latter was both ashamed and angry, wishing she could die immediately.

Unlike her sworn sisters, "Charming Fox" Yang Jing and "Green Snake" Tang Juan, the virtuous and chaste Bai Suzhen was one of the few "pure and self-respecting" individuals in the demonic sect. She had never practiced the art of sexual cultivation. Although she couldn't be said to be completely untainted by the mire, having lived for thirty-six years, she had only had a handful of sexual partners, which was already extremely few.

Now, a little devil who appeared out of nowhere, a full twelve years younger than her, was shamelessly playing with her naked body. Overwhelmed with anger, shame, and grief, Bai Suzhen finally couldn't hold back her tears.

Jun Tianxie glanced at the weeping Bai Niangzi and laughed, "These are tears of sorrow now. After you've tasted my most exquisite flavor, you'll shed tears of joy."

"You...you lewd!!"

Bai Niangzi didn't know what bad luck she had encountered. She failed to avenge herself, and now her body was being violated at will. This young man was clearly the sworn brother of the righteous hero Long Bufei, but the evil aura she could sense from him was even stronger than that of the demonic sects.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she asked urgently, "Where are my two companions who came with me? What have you done to them?"

Jun Tianxie smiled faintly and replied noncommittally, "You can't even protect yourself, yet you have the mind to care about others."

Bai Niangzi was furious upon hearing this and struggled desperately to break free of the ropes binding her, but her dantian was empty and she couldn't muster any true qi. No matter how hard she tried, it was useless. She could only twist her delicate body from side to side a few times.

Jun Tianxie, however, seemed to enjoy Bai Niangzi's struggles, and said with a lewd grin, "Struggle harder, I want to see more of your exposed skin."

Upon hearing this, Bai Niangzi indeed dared not struggle any longer, but still said breathlessly, "If you dare to do anything to me, our boss 'Blood Dragon' Dugu Ji will definitely grind you to dust!"

Jun Tianxie laughed and said, "Dugu Ji? He himself is still alive and waiting for someone to collect his body. If you want to threaten me, you should at least call your lord."

Bai Niangzi exclaimed in surprise, "You... what nonsense are you talking about? How do you know that Elder Dugu is dead...!"

Jun Tianxie said impatiently, "You can ask him that yourself later. I have important business to attend to."

"You... what are you doing?!"

Before she could even think about the meaning behind Jun Tianxie's words, his lewd advance, which had been paused, continued downwards, passing through her plump belly and attacking between her legs.

"You brat! You're taking advantage of me... If you have the guts, let me go, and we'll have a fair fight... Ah...!"

The last scream came when Jun Tianxie suddenly grabbed her plump, protruding mons pubis, making her face turn pale with pain, and tears almost welled up in her eyes again.

Jun Tianxie smiled and said, "I don't like noisy women, so you'd better be quiet. Don't force me to cut off your tongue before you do it."

A primal tremor made Bai Niangzi's body shake uncontrollably. The angelic-faced young man before her now seemed to have a pair of black wings on his back.

"By the way, cooperate a little, and you'll suffer less."

He kissed Bai Niangzi's tear-streaked cheeks, his gentle caresses completely different from before. One hand kneaded her plump, white buttocks. Although time had taken its toll and her figure had gradually changed, the thirty-six-year-old Bai Niangzi still possessed a certain sensuality.

His skillful seduction continued. How could this voluptuous beauty, at the age of 36, withstand Jun Tianxie's masterful teasing? In no time, she was panting heavily, her pink legs twisting restlessly from side to side, her two wet red lips trembling, revealing a shyly unspoken sensuality, moaning:

"Ah...no...you little beast...take your filthy hands...take them away..."

Jun Tianxie laughed: "Is that so? But the mouth below your breasts has a different opinion, it's tightly sucking on my fingers, not letting me leave."

"Nonsense...ah!"

"There's no denying it, it's already so wet."

"You...you devil...ah...ah ah..."

Jun Tianxie withdrew his wet fingers from the Peach Blossom Spring Cave, his handsome eyes flashing with lewd light, and laughed: "The foreplay ends here, I suppose you're still not satisfied, but it's okay, I'll feed you now."

Bai Niangzi was panting, her alluring eyes half-closed, weakly saying: "No...don't..."

"Don't want what? Don't stop? I'll gladly obey."

Completely misunderstanding her meaning, Jun Tianxie shamelessly spread Bai Niangzi's legs, his engorged member thrusting in mercilessly.

"Hmph! Ugh!!"

Bai Niangzi let out a moan, whether from pleasure or heartache, but what was certain was that her expression was resentful, and her tears fell like broken pearls.

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After the lovemaking, Jun Tianxie ignored the still sobbing Bai Niangzi, sitting cross-legged on one leg of the bed to regulate his breathing, using "Evil Nirvana" to reclaim the yin energy he had just absorbed.

After months of wandering, he finally realized his lack of strength, so he seized every opportunity to "practice," increasing his power as much as possible.

After regulating his breathing, Jun Tianxie waved his right hand, and the ropes that had been binding Bai Niangzi's arms immediately snapped in half, pulling the still panting Bai Niangzi in front of him, then making her look away.

"Didn't you want to know the whereabouts of your two companions? Look!"

Bai Niangzi was forced to turn her head and look. With the dim light of the oil lamp, the scene that had been obscured by darkness and her agitated emotions gradually became clear.

"Second Brother?! Meng He!!"

In the corner lay two corpses that had long since lost their breath. When she saw the true identities of the two dead, Bai Niangzi couldn't help but scream as if struck by lightning.

Almost at the same time, a hot breath was close to her ear, but the tone was as cold as the call of death.

"To answer your question, the one who killed our leader, Dugu Ji, is me." As soon as she finished speaking, a burning, tearing pain came from her buttocks. It turned out that Jun Tianxie, with his newly restored virility, had brutally inserted his penis

into her untouched anus.

"Don't be sad, because you will soon be on your way to meet them."

"Ahhh~ Ahh ... In the darkness, only two wild, beast-like eyes gleamed, revealing a primal, bloodthirsty killing intent. The owner of those eyes sensed an unusual presence approaching. His right hand gripped his weapon, but he caught a familiar signal from the newcomer and momentarily relaxed his killing intent. "How is it?" "Not yet." After exchanging brief messages, both were about to return to their hunt in the darkness when a sudden, unexpected, and sharp force, like a venomous snake, slashed across their necks. "Ugh—!" A sharp scream, like a severed string, rose and fell, signifying the loss of two precious lives. A rapid sound followed, like a snake slithering through grass, and then the world returned to complete silence. When the assassin leader, drawn by the sound, arrived, only the corpses of his two men remained, their eyes wide open and ashen like dead fish. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. This target was no ordinary matter; this was something he knew from the moment he received the mission. In his twenty-plus years as an assassin, what storms hadn't he weathered? Even the most formidable targets, like Long Zhentian, the "Gun God" leader of the Guanxi "Iron Spear Society," Li Fengyun, "One Sword's Light Chills Nineteen Provinces," and Duan Zhongyu, "Breathless as a Whisker," listed among the "Top Ten Extraordinary Achievements" of the "Creation List," hadn't even been used. His "Thirty-Six Paths of Beacon Fire and Seventy-Two Paths of Star Frost" alone had turned these once-famous figures into desolate, abandoned graves in the western mountains. "The Assassin's Grave" was a renowned name in the assassin world, though not quite as prestigious as the "Shura Hall," which Dugu Suiyu had single-handedly built, or Yi Shuihan, the "Assassin," known as "One Man Against One Hall," the number one assassin among the Nine Extraordinary Individuals. However, the reputation and status of Fei Ju, the "Ghost" of "The Assassin's Grave," in the assassin world was actually second only to these two. An assassin's achievements are always built on bloodshed, whether it's the blood of the enemy or their own. This target was truly formidable, and he had long been prepared to lose men. But the current situation seemed to have turned the tables, with the hunter becoming the prey. He bent down to examine his men's injuries. Both had been killed with a single, swift, and precise stab to the throat. The victims didn't even have time to utter a sound—a perfect example of assassination—only the killers were the ones who had been killed! "Does the King of Hell's criteria for choosing disciples include outstanding assassin instincts...?" His tone held a bitter, earnest smile, but his shrewdness and decisiveness, honed by years of bloody experience, were evident. When he looked up, his expression had returned to the cold, ruthless edge of an assassin. He ordered the empty surroundings, "He can't have gotten far. Chase him!" Several dark figures suddenly sprang from the grass, disappearing in a few leaps into the shoulder-high, swaying tall grass. The target was still alive; the assassin had to keep going. "Third in the world, let's see how long you can last..." After saying this, his figure disappeared into the haystack, like a ghost in the darkness, an illusory and unreal existence.

In the closest layer of soil to absolute darkness, the Third Under Heaven lay with his eyes closed, his forehead a deep purple, cold sweat pouring down his brow, his face deathly pale. Were it not for his slow, drawn-out breathing, he would have been indistinguishable from the dead.

The assassin's sword from "The Assassin's Grave" was coated with the deadly poison "Three and a Half Points," a poison that kills instantly upon contact with blood. Even the most skilled martial artist could not survive more than three and a half quarters of an hour after being poisoned, hence the name "

Three and a Half Points." Normally, with the Third Under Heaven's skill, the poison wouldn't have killed him; he could have forced it out with half an hour of internal energy. But now, severely injured, he had less than forty percent of his power remaining. If he didn't immediately find a quiet place to expel the poison, he feared he wouldn't even last a quarter and a half minutes before succumbing to its effects.

The first step in "Journey to Hell" was to be bound and buried in the ground for three days and three nights. Only those who could endure this ordeal were qualified to cultivate the unparalleled divine skill of the "King of Hell." Thinking of this, the Third Under Heaven couldn't help but feel grateful for the days he endured, worse than death, while cultivating the "Hellwalk."

Over the years, as the top warrior of the "Nether Mountain Sect," he had long been accustomed to living a life close to death. Far from fearing death, he viewed it with a sense of detachment, as a form of liberation. However, such despicable means by his enemies to ambush him and take his life were absolutely unacceptable; he would

never allow them to have their way! Lou Xueyi, Dugu Hanxin, and those lackeys of the "Assassin's Grave"—once he recovered from his injuries, he would slaughter them all!

The Third Under Heaven gritted his teeth and activated the unique mental technique of the "Hellwalk." The demonic sects emphasized turning adversity into fortune and death into life, and the "Hellwalk" was a pinnacle of this. In the entire eighteen-level cultivation process, with each advancement, the practitioner had to "die" once. The dangers of the process were beyond description; if the cultivator's mental aptitude was even slightly insufficient, a mishap could easily turn "feigned death" into "real death."

Because of this, the successors of "Hellwalk" have a stronger resistance to death than ordinary people, because for them, survival depends not on willpower, but on instinct.

That's why the Third Under Heaven was able to evade Lou Xueyi's elaborate trap and relentless pursuit despite his severe injuries, managing to reach the Mangcao Plain, less than ten miles from the "Mingyue Sect" territory.

The enemy knew this was their last chance to kill him, so they dispatched the elite of "Assassin's Grave"—"Thirty-Six Paths of Beacon Fire, Seventy-Two Paths of Star Frost"—to ambush him. The Third Under Heaven even suspected that "Ghost" Fei Ju had personally directed the operation.

What he couldn't understand was that even if "Sword Marquis" Lou Xueyi was incredibly wealthy and could afford the enormous reward that would tempt these money-grubbing assassins, the "Ghost" Fei Ju he knew shouldn't be the kind of shallow character who would disregard consequences and dare to oppose the "Mingyue Sect" for immediate gain, ignoring the potential destruction that might bring to the "Assassin's Grave."

There must be a deeper reason behind this.

"Yellow Spring Breath" is a "fetal sleep" technique from the "Hellwalk" extraordinary skill, a method that is closer to death than feigned death or tortoise breathing. It's used to quickly restore combat ability after serious injury. Unlike the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique," which is like drinking poison to quench thirst, this method, although slow, is effective and won't backfire. However, the "Yellow Spring Breath" requires absolute quiet and undisturbed breathing, which is exactly what he lacks now.

Almost there. The enemy is gradually approaching. It seems that after a thorough search proved ineffective, they've begun to consider the possibility of him hiding underground. After this period of recuperation, I've recovered nearly 50% of my strength. Although it's a bit of a stretch, it should be more than enough to give these overconfident pursuers a real surprise.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion, like an earthquake, followed by flying sand and dust obscuring the sky, saw the Third Under Heaven seize the enemy's location he had sensed earlier. Taking advantage of the assassins' distraction by the sudden turn of events, he launched his long-awaited counterattack.

"Hellish Blade Calamity!"

The Third Under Heaven charged forward, his empty sleeve emitting a terrifying black aura of demonic blade energy. The blade exploded into a fiery display of light mid-air. The first three assassins, hindered by the force of the demonic blade, reacted too slowly and were mercilessly sliced to pieces, exploding into a pool of blood!

Almost simultaneously, eight or nine strangely shaped weapons attacked from different directions around the Third Under Heaven. Their only common feature was that they were all coated with the deadly poison "Three and a Half Points." The Third Under Heaven snorted coldly, somewhat admiring the adaptability of the "Seventy-Two Beacon Smoke" formation, which had prevented him from breaking through in the chaos. His

rapidly advancing figure suddenly stopped; the change in speed was an unpredictable surprise. He unleashed the "Severing Void" sword energy with his left palm, and after a series of metallic clangs, dozens of broken weapon fragments lay on the ground. Although he was fighting bare-handed, under the infusion of his "Hellwalking" eleventh level of skill, his bare hands were no different from divine weapons.

A black shadow suddenly darted out from the tall grass, a sword light like a rainbow piercing the sun, aiming for the Third Under Heaven's throat. Knowing to strike at the perfect moment when old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet arisen, the attacker must be one of the best among these assassins.

"Today, the third-ranked assassin under heaven will die at my hands—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the third-ranked assassin tilted his head slightly, narrowly avoiding the sword tip. Before shock and astonishment could even appear on his face, a black blade of energy slashed through the air, severing his head. Only a broken body, unwilling and powerless, collapsed to the ground.

"Assassins should be nameless. You were too obsessed with the victory you had not yet achieved, and lost the self-control a true assassin should have. Your death is not a pity!"

He coldly finished speaking these words to the fallen corpse. The chilling killing intent emanating from his body was the biggest reason why the assassins stopped swarming forward. After all, their comrade had just proven the price of recklessness with his life. Faced with this one-armed man who was like the Grim Reaper, even the elite assassins of the assassin world, "Thirty-Six Paths of War, Seventy-Two Stars," who regarded killing as commonplace, had to be cautious.

The tall, slender figure stood like an unyielding iron tower, his single sleeve fluttering in the wind. His cold, will-o'-the-wisps swept across the room, exuding an aura of imposing authority.

"Where is your leader? Tell him to come out and see me."

Silence answered him. A sudden sense of unease gripped Third Under Heaven. He instantly flipped backward, but almost simultaneously, an incredibly powerful sword aura slashed down from the sky, a torrent of energy crashing down like a waterfall, carving a large crater in the ground.

Had Third Under Heaven not dodged in time, the force of that single strike would have been enough to obliterate him!

"It's you!"

Third Under Heaven's face turned ashen. Staring at the attacker, his heart sank to the bottom.

Even this person had joined the attack; the situation was far more complex than he had anticipated.

The newcomer was dressed in a tight-fitting iron-colored outfit, with a lifelike roc embroidered on his right shoulder. His eyes were blood-red, and his figure was tall, like a war god from mythology incarnate. In his left hand, he held an unusually large iron sword, almost as tall as himself. A heavy killing intent emanated from him and his sword like a tidal wave.

"It really is you!" the Third Under Heaven said again.

The newcomer nodded slightly, his voice like the clash of metal.

"It is me."

The Third Under Heaven had seen this person before; in a sense, they could be considered "fellow travelers."

The newcomer was Xing Wujiu, one of the three great generals of the "Heavenly Palace"—"Ten Directions Annihilation," "One Day, Two Ministers, Three Generals, Four Flying Apsaras," the Iron Sword General!

Chapter Five: The Ghostly Iron Sword

"I don't understand," the Third Under Heaven asked.

"A person about to die doesn't need to understand anything. You only need to know that I am the one who killed you," Xing Wujiu said coldly.

"Does Emperor Shitian know?"

"I said, that's none of your business."

"Fine, then I'll ask one last thing."

"You ask, but I may not answer."

"You volunteered to kill me because of what happened four years ago, and you've been holding a grudge ever since?"

Xing Wujiu's expression finally changed.

Every four years, the Demonic Sect holds the so-called "Demon Realm Conference." The highlight of the conference is ostensibly "sparring," but in reality, it's a competition where each sect showcases its strength, especially the three major factions of the Demonic Sect: "Mingyue Sect," "Heavenly Palace," and "Underworld," whose competition is the fiercest.

However, to maintain a facade of "harmony," despite the fierce competition among their disciples, the highest decision-makers of the three factions have a certain tacit understanding not to let their true masters get involved in the fighting, to avoid the situation spiraling out of control.

In the previous "Demon Realm Conference," the martial arts-obsessed Xing Wujiu broke this unwritten rule. Under his iron sword, he was invincible, and the defeated were not even able to leave their corpses intact. Finally, after he cut the seventh third-rank disciple of the "Mingyue Sect" in half with a single sword stroke, he angered "Yanhuang" Jun Nitian, who ordered the third-ranked disciple in the world to challenge him.

The difference in strength was quickly proven. After five hundred moves, Xing Wujiu suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the third-ranked swordsman in the world, wielding the "Peerless Demon Blade." Had it not been for the intercession of Grand Tutor Yu, the "Civil Minister," that day would have been Xing Wujiu

's death anniversary. The shadow of that defeat became an indelible mark on the ever-competitive Xing Wujiu's heart, leading him to make a solemn vow to personally kill the third-ranked swordsman and wash away this immense shame.

Unfortunately, the third-ranked swordsman was simply too strong. Although Xing Wujiu himself was already one of the strongest in the martial world, he knew that in terms of one-on-one combat, he was still far inferior to the former.

But now, a golden opportunity to kill the third-ranked swordsman was finally clearly presented before him. Xing Wujiu secretly swore to the iron sword, which felt like a part of his own body, that he would bury the one-armed man who had branded him with defeat forever on this vast grassland.

The assassins who had surrounded him retreated like a receding tide after Xing Wujiu appeared. However, even with Tianxia San's keen eyesight, he could still see a faint glint of cold light flashing in the distant haystacks. Clearly, "Thirty-Six Beacon Fires, Seventy-Two Stars" hadn't truly retreated, but had temporarily shifted from the open to the shadows, waiting for a better opportunity to strike.

Xing Wujiu noticed Tianxia San's wary expression and sneered, "Still bothered by those small fry? Don't worry, today you are my prey alone, and I will not let anyone else have you."

"Prey...?" Tianxia San spoke with an arrogant and chilling tone, completely unlike someone who was at a disadvantage, "Since when, Xing Wujiu, have you had the right to speak to me in such a tone?"

Xing Wujiu's face turned ashen instantly, and he said coldly, "You're about to die, and you still dare to talk back to me!"

"So you've finally told the truth?" The Third Under Heaven's face was icy, his tone cold: "If you hadn't known I was injured, would you have dared to show yourself and fight me one-on-one! You're kicking me while I'm down and trying to act like a hero, you've ruined the reputation of the Heavenly Palace!" Xing Wujiu

was finally enraged and roared: "Once I've sealed your stinking mouth forever, let's see what you can use to talk nonsense

then!!" With a tap of his foot, man and sword rushed forward like a raging storm, going from stillness to acceleration limit in the blink of an eye. The surging qi concentrated at the tip of the sword, like an invisible blade that had grown three feet longer, making it a nearly ten-foot-long, body-piercing point, "piercing through" the Third Under Heaven.

The Third Under Heaven coldly said, "Four years have passed, and your martial arts haven't improved at all." He slightly turned his body, placing his left palm diagonally across his right chest, gathering an unshakeable aura like a towering mountain. The "Immovable as a Mountain" technique from the "Peerless Demon Blade" technique—stillness concealing movement, careful planning before action—was specifically designed for him now, when his true energy was insufficient and he was forced to fight his enemy.

Unfortunately, this was originally a brilliant defensive stance meant to lure the enemy into a change of tactics, but it became useless because his opponent had already seen through his strength. Xing Wujiu sneered, and his sword strike suddenly became faster and more swift! It was clear that he was taking advantage of the Third Under Heaven's weakened internal energy due to his serious injuries, forcing the latter to fight him head-on. Seeing

that Xing Wujiu was not falling for it, the Third Under Heaven sighed inwardly. Helpless, he took the initiative to change his move. His empty right sleeve flowed out in an arc, light and weak yet containing a hidden sticky force, clinging to the sword surface like a feather. However, this added unnecessary obstruction to the already perfectly concentrated sword energy, like adding a stone to a hundred-pound burden—it was too light to bear. "Its speed is like a forest" breaks through the "unbroken" sword technique!

The fragmented sword momentum no longer poses a threat to the enemy. Xing Wujiu snorted angrily, sheathed his sword, and changed his move. His great iron sword danced, unleashing hundreds and thousands of sword shadows, endlessly surrounding the Third Under Heaven from all directions. "Surrounded on all sides!"

The Third Under Heaven shouted: "Using the same old trick again, what can you do to me!"

The palm blade, faintly shrouded in black energy, suddenly rose with a soaring sharpness. The world-destroying energy transformed into three sharp waves, forming a barrier from above, directly confronting the power of the Overlord Sword.

The sounds of sword slashing and palm striking were incessant. "Surrounded on all sides" once again failed to achieve its goal. Just as the Third Under Heaven was about to unleash a killing move to finish the battle quickly, he suddenly discovered that the remnant but indestructible sword intent of the Overlord Sword, like iron chains, had inadvertently tightened inwards, binding him—"Eight Gates Golden Lock"!!

Xing Wujiu sneered, "Are you really so naive as to think that if I came to kill you, I wouldn't prepare something new?"

Successfully converting his internal energy, he sealed off the Third Under Heaven's movements. Xing Wujiu channeled his pent-up vengeance into a fatal blow, his greatsword plunging towards his enemy's chest.

At this critical moment, a proud and beautiful figure flashed through the Third Under Heaven's mind. An inexplicable will to survive transformed into a desperate latent power, causing his "Hellwalk," weakened by his injuries, to break through to the twelfth level once more. Despite being covered in wounds, he broke free from the "sword lock," unleashing a devastating "Peerless Demon Blade" strike that seemed to shatter the continuity of time. Xing Wujiu could only watch helplessly as the demon blade's "absolute barrier" reversed his own seal, the nightmarish, deadly blade piercing his abdomen. Xing

Wujiu screamed, coughing up blood as he retreated. That strike had shattered eighty percent of the power in his "Qi Sea" acupoint; if he didn't immediately seek medical treatment, his life would be in danger.

Thinking of this, he dared not be negligent. The shame of defeat could be avenged at any time, but without life, everything was meaningless. With a furious roar of resentment, he quickly fled the scene.

Having just repelled a powerful enemy, the third-ranked warrior in the world coughed up a mouthful of blood. His legs swayed, and he seemed about to collapse at any moment. Tragically, his stubborn will clearly told him that falling at this moment would undoubtedly mean death.

The grass parted, revealing a figure in a green robe and gray crown. His pale face was slightly wrinkled, and his sharp, eagle-like eyes revealed the domineering aura of a ruler who controlled life and death. A victor's smile played on his thin lips.

"I sacrificed 30% of my 108 elite troops, plus the personal intervention of 'Iron Sword General' Xing Wujiu, yet I still couldn't subdue you, wounded and severely weakened. The Third Under Heaven truly lives up to his name! He certainly deserves this price of ten thousand taels." The

Third Under Heaven remained silent. Even after such a fierce battle, the enemy still possessed such a powerful expert, yet they had patiently waited until now to reveal themselves. Their deep cunning was self-evident, making the identity of the newcomer obvious...

“‘Ghost’ Fei Ju?”

The newcomer smiled slightly and said leisurely, “Indeed, ‘Hellwalk’ truly lives up to its reputation as the number one martial art of the Demonic Sect. Even after a bloody battle lasting a hundred miles, you still have the strength to severely injure Xing Wujiu. The successor of King Yan is indeed extraordinary! However… after such a long and tiring battle, how much fighting ability do you have left?”

The Third Under Heaven coldly said, “If you want to know, you are welcome to come up and try.”

Fei Ju laughed heartily, his voice as ethereal as wisps of smoke, “You think you can use Xing Wujiu’s provocation tactics against me? I never do anything I’m not confident about. Even if you only have one-tenth of your strength left, I won’t be foolish enough to fight you head-on. Everyone knows that those who cultivate ‘Hellwalk’ can unleash their potential for resistance the closer they are to death. Even when you drive a dog into a dead end, you should be careful not to be bitten back, let alone when you force a tiger to jump over a wall!”

"I've lost 'Thirty-Six Paths of Beacon Fire,' and 'Iron Sword General' Xing Wujiu, but I still have a batch of intact 'Seventy-Two Paths of Star Frost' to wear you down. One hundred and eight lives for the life of the Third Under Heaven—that's a fair trade!"

The Third Under Heaven shook his head, his face ashen. "You shouldn't be an assassin; you should go into business."

"Planning before acting, never striking without absolute certainty—that's the true nature of an assassin," Fei Ju laughed. "That's what makes me different from 'Dark Asura' Dugu Suiyu and 'Assassin' Yi Shuihan. I'm always smarter than them!"

"And because of that, you'll never be as good as them."

Fei Ju's expression changed slightly, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. He shouted, "After killing you, my reputation will soar, far surpassing theirs!"

Fame and fortune are always the two driving forces of human desire. Deeply influenced by the magic of the demonic sect, the Third Under Heaven felt a bitter urge to smile.

But he quickly suppressed his sorrow; at this moment, dwelling on his grief would only hasten his defeat.

The fierce battle with Xing Wujiu had reduced his power to less than 30%. Facing Fei Ju, a "ghost" with equal or even greater power, and his group of assassins, the outcome of this battle was obvious:

certain death!

The dark miasma stained the world a deathly gray, layers of fog blocking vision beyond a foot. "Black Prison Island," a place forbidden to the living, was an absolutely harsh environment, imprisoning only the most vicious and skilled criminals—a stark contrast to the idealized image of a place of exceptional natural beauty and human resilience.

Xiao Yao followed the enigmatic "handsome man" Naraku through the miasma for over half an hour. Just as Xiao Yao's patience was about to run out, an elegant, gentle voice said in his ear, "We've arrived."

Xiao Yao was startled and looked ahead with Naraku, who had stopped. In the thick fog that suddenly parted like the sea, a thin old man sat on a stone chair. His clothes were so dirty that their original color was indistinguishable, and his lifeless eyes radiated a terrifying and eerie demonic aura. The old man's life force seemed to have been lost with the passing years. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xiao Yao would have found it hard to believe that such an old man, with one foot in the grave, was the ruler of the most sinful "Black Prison" island—the Prison King!

However, Naraku's next words immediately confirmed Xiao Yao's doubts, because he spoke with unusual respect to the seemingly lifeless and withered old man: "Reporting to the Prison King, the person you requested has been brought."

The Lord of Black Prison Island—the Prison King—said in a hoarse voice: "Bring him up..."

Before Naraku's phoenix eyes could signal him, Xiao Yao stepped forward himself, stopping two zhang away from the old man. After bowing, he said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"Junior Xiao Yao greets Senior Prison King."

The Prison King, looking listless and barely able to open his eyelids, asked: "Who is your master?"

Xiao Yao replied: "Junior's master is the leader of the 'Small Knife Society,' 'Flying Knife' Li Wuyou."

"Lying!"

A sudden shout, as sharp as lightning, followed by a powerful, invisible current of energy that forced its way into Xiao Yao's body, starting from the "Hand Shaoyang Meridian" and disappearing into the "Foot Shaokun Meridian." This fleeting, strange force, though causing no real harm, profoundly shook Xiao Yao's mind.

"This old man's skill seems to have reached the legendary 'Creation Divine Power,' the realm of injuring enemies with intent! Even my master is inferior. Of all the people I've met in my life, it seems only my uncle can compare!"

The Prison King withdrew his extended middle finger, closed his eyes, and slowly said, "His heart meridian is sealed by this strange force; it must be the Dugu family's signature move, the 'Asura Heavenly Lock.' Even so, a faint current of energy still circulates within this young man, and this true energy is one I am most familiar with—the 'Boundless...'" "The 'Unrestricted by Law' Heart Sutra of 'Mixed Primordial Qi'!"

At this point, his eyes widened, shooting out a sharp, lightning-like light as he said, "Boy! What is your relationship with 'Xuanzong' Xiaowentian?"

Xiao Yao hadn't even had time to admire the Prison King's ability to remotely control his true qi, circulating it through his meridians for one cycle, yet he was already completely aware of the Prison King's condition. But the last sentence struck him like a thunderbolt, leaving him stunned and unable to think. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "This junior does not understand the purpose of this question, senior?"

"Still trying to play dumb with me!"

The Prison King's eyes turned cold, and his aura surged a hundredfold. His hunched and withered body seemed to suddenly become enormous, exuding an overwhelming demonic aura that was no less than that of the three giants of the Demonic Sect.

"If it weren't for Old Ghost Laugh's 'Formless Primordial Chaos Technique,' how could I have been trapped in this hellish place for over forty years! Do you still think Luo Yu is mistaken about your power?!"

Xiao Yao's heart skipped a beat. The development of the situation was beyond his expectations. This Black Prison Island Master, whose skills were astonishing, was actually his "uncle's" enemy. Judging from the latter's clenched teeth expression, the hatred between the two was probably extremely deep. Wasn't this trip just like a lamb entering a tiger's den?

"I'll ask you one more time, what is your relationship with Old Ghost Laugh?"

Xiao Yao took a deep breath and answered word by word: "No... relationship."

"Looking for death!"

The Prison King coldly raised his wrinkled, withered soul-reaping claw. The terrifying killing intent surrounded Xiao Yao from all sides like the miasma on the island, making it difficult for him to breathe. Not to mention resisting, even the will to escape was difficult to muster.

"Don't say I'm taking advantage of you. Considering you're injured, as long as you can withstand three moves from me while seated, I'll spare your life."

The offer was already extremely generous, but Xiao Yao felt no joy whatsoever. His opponent was a master on par with "Xuanzong" Xiao Wentian, the leader of the Nine Eccentrics. Even if he were uninjured, he might not be able to withstand three moves, let alone now, restrained by the "Asura Heavenly Lock," only able to exert less than forty percent of his power.

"First move..."

The Prison King didn't give Xiao Yao any time to consider or object. His right palm, fingers together like a knife, slashed down from a distance. The force of his palm even forced the void to rip like silk. The latter had no time to think. He immediately flew away like a kite with a broken string, simultaneously sending out a cotton-like ball of energy from his feet, directly colliding with the powerful palm strike. He used a substitution technique to avoid this deadly blow.

Although he neutralized the force of the attack, the sharp killing intent still caused his blood to surge, forcing him to stagger back several steps, his handsome face turning pale.

"Second move."

The Prison King, expressionless, flicked his finger through the air. The domineering pillar of energy carried a stark and tragic impression of death, like a calamity ordained by fate, impossible to defend against. It targeted Xiao Yao at this critical moment when his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, seemingly about to kill

him with the finger strike. In that split second, Xiao Yao's body suddenly vanished from his spot, just like in his previous battle with "Sword Grand Duke" Feng Wuchen, as if a huge hole had opened in the void, swallowing him whole.

Even the most domineering finger strike cannot destroy something that doesn't exist, so the Prison King's second move was still futile.

The Prison King, his beard bristling, roared, "You still say you're not a disciple of Old Ghost Laugh! If it weren't for his 'Fleeting Glance' movement technique, how could you have avoided my 'Disaster Finger'?!"

The illusion of rapid, mimicking movement might fool others, but it couldn't deceive a super expert of the Prison King's caliber. Without even raising his eyelids, his five fingers flicked out like a ferocious dragon, aiming a palm strike. The powerful energy of his four fingers locked Xiao Yao's limbs, while his middle finger, poised to strike, was like an erect penis—the most potent of the "Five Disasters," a killing blow that, if it even lightly grazed, would instantly shatter his internal organs.

"In the end, I couldn't avoid the third move. Goodbye! Master, Uncle."

Seeing no way to avoid it, Xiao Yao closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, awaiting the final end. Suddenly, a figure darted in, palms clasped together, unleashing dozens of streams of Yin energy that coiled and swirled like silkworms spinning silk, binding the "Killing Calamity" finger strike into a ball before throwing it out.

"Have mercy!"

It was Naraku who blocked the finger strike for Xiao Yao! However, the Prison King's Calamity Finger strike was not to be trifled with. Naraku seemed unable to withstand the force and staggered back several steps, crashing into Xiao Yao. The latter felt as if he were naked, exposed to the biting cold wind, and involuntarily shivered.

"This guy! He actually transferred the inexhaustible finger strike to me. Is he trying to harm me or save me?"

Xiao Yao's question had no chance to be answered. Although Naraku had neutralized only 20% of the "Killing Calamity" finger strike that had invaded his body, it was still beyond what he, already injured and exhausted, could bear. After a dizzying moment, his consciousness plunged into the abyss of darkness.

The last thing he saw was Naraku's damned smiling face.

"You said you can't help me? What do you mean?"

"It means exactly what it says. 'Black Prison' only accepts the most heinous criminals. You haven't been publicly tried and convicted, so I can't let you onto the island."

A voice as powerful as the clanging of metal, a square face exuding authority, phoenix eyes, long, arched eyebrows, and a thick, black beard—if a crescent-shaped birthmark were added to the center of his brow, he would be a spitting image of Bao Gong reborn from the opera stage.

"Judge of the Three Realms," Yan Xing, could be considered the jailer of "Black Prison." Any prisoner to be escorted to the island must first undergo this rigorous torture to verify their identity and have their mark affixed before being allowed to proceed. It was because of his inflexible nature, his clear distinction between public and private matters, that he earned the title "Judge of the Three Realms."

Now, this stern judge has become the first obstacle for Long Bufei in his attempt to enter the "Black Prison" to rescue Xiao Yao.

"I think I've already explained things clearly to you, Judge Yan. I'm begging you to make an exception and allow me to enter the island in order to rescue my innocent friend who has been framed and imprisoned," Yan

Xing said calmly. "The 'Black Prison' only has criminals, not innocents, and certainly not your friend, Hero Long."

Long Bufei raised an eyebrow, suppressing his anxiety, and said, "But my friend was indeed framed."

Yan Xing simply shook his head, his expression indifferent, and said, "Even royalty, once they go to the island, will never return."

Long Bufei's face showed displeasure, and he said, "I've pleaded repeatedly, Judge Yan, yet you still refuse to let me pass?"

Yan Xing said calmly, "It is my duty; I cannot comply."

"What a dutiful 'Judge of the Three Realms'!" Long Bufei laughed angrily, "But he doesn't know that he can't distinguish right from wrong and has wrongly implicated the loyal and good! When he wakes up in the middle of the night, Judge Yan asks himself if he has lived up to the 'Iron-Faced and Impartial' signboard behind him!"

Yan Xing slowly shook his head, his stern face not diminishing in the slightest.

“Master Long, there’s no need to provoke me. I, Yan Xing, have dedicated my entire life to guarding the entrance to the ‘Black Prison,’ never neglecting my duty in the slightest. I have never cared about the praise or criticism of others.”

“Fine! Since Judge Yan is determined not to allow it, I, Long, will not force you.” Having failed to persuade him, Long Bufei stood up and said, “I, Long, do not believe that I cannot find a boat willing to take people to the island, except for your ‘Three Paths

of the Underworld’!” “I advise Master Long not to waste his energy,” Yan Xing said coldly, “Only I, Yan Xing, know the sea route to the island. I only teach the boatmen the route when escorting prisoners, but I feed them ‘Tears of the Mortal World’ beforehand. The poison takes effect just as they arrive on the island. This is why the prisoners cannot escape from the island, because the road to the ‘Black Prison’ is always one-way.”

Long Bufei angrily said, “By doing this, aren’t you killing those innocent boatmen!”

"The families of those boatmen will receive generous compensation after their deaths; their deaths are not without cost."

Long Bufei grew increasingly enraged as he listened: "Life is so precious, how can it be measured in money? You call yourself a judge of the law, yet you commit such a callous act of taking human life!"

"How can a big shot like you, who lacks nothing and commands a hundred followers, understand the value of human life?" Yan Xing sneered: "This 'Desolate Sea Village' is located in a barren area with harsh sea conditions, making it difficult for the residents to make a living. Three taels of silver can make biological parents give up their newborn babies, and ten taels of silver can buy a virgin's chastity. A trip to 'Black Prison' starts at a hundred taels, enough for a family to live frugally for the rest of their lives. Those boatmen even scramble to go, treating me like their second parent!"

Long Bufei trembled with rage and was speechless. He had finally witnessed what true cold-bloodedness was!

"Do you really think the job of a watchdog is more important than the lives of those boatmen?"

Long Bufei rarely roared so passionately, but compared to him, the one being accused remained expressionless, stating as if it were a trivial fact: "It's all for justice."

"Justice!! You call this justice?!" Yan

Xing said calmly: "If those vicious criminals were given the chance to return to the world, how much bloodshed would they bring to this martial arts world? To forever seal the path of evil, I am willing to bear eternal infamy and walk alone on the thorny road of justice." Long

Bufei was speechless, staring at Yan Xing for a long time before shaking his head and saying: "I still can't agree with your methods, but I can't find a reason to stop you from doing this."

Yan Xing smiled slightly, a hint of self-mockery on his lips.

"I don't need others to understand me. I am who I am. 'I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty!' That is my lifelong belief."

"You actually compare yourself to the Bodhisattva of the Luo River?"

Yan Xing didn't speak, but his cold eyes told Long Bufei the answer.

"No matter what, I will find a way to get to the island myself."

"I won't stop you, but I can tell you it's a waste of effort."

"Just like your belief, 'Never break your promise to a friend' is my principle." Long Bufei turned and opened the door, leaving behind the words:

"I will definitely rescue Xiao Yao from the 'Black Prison,' because that's the promise I made to Brother Jun!"

After saying that, he slammed the door shut, leaving only Yan Xing and his icy eyes in the room.

Chapter Six: Leaving the Sword to the Ends of the Earth

Jun Tianxie's figure flew away, heading straight for the sparsely populated narrow streets and alleys. Beads of sweat could be seen seeping from his forehead, but what could make this usually lazy man sweat so much under the scorching sun?

If the person involved were to explain, it would be that his luck had run out that day, like falling into a nightmare from which he couldn't wake up.

A feeling of being watched clung to him like a leech, a feeling that had started in the morning and continued until noon, yet he still couldn't shake off the annoying stalker. Moreover, even with his six senses awakened by the "Evil Path Nirvana," he couldn't pinpoint the stalker's exact location.

This time, he had truly encountered a master!

Before knowing the newcomer's identity, it wasn't wise to reveal all his cards too early, so he hadn't used his unparalleled "Dreamy Illusionary Flower" movement technique, instead relying on ordinary light footwork to maneuver around the stalker. Now, the answer was clear: such skill was insufficient to shake off the opponent.

Jun Tianxie was fed up with this game of hide-and-seek; it was time to settle things with that annoying stalker.

He switched from running to walking, reaching the end of the alley, taking a deep breath, and slowly turning to face the newcomer.

A weathered, long-haired man, dressed in faded pudding, appeared utterly destitute at first glance. Yet, a defiant air emanated from his brow. He held a gourd in his right hand, four fingers missing except for his little finger. A

warm smile graced his face as he tilted his head back and downed the gourd's contents. He asked Jun Tianxie,

"Not playing hide-and-seek anymore?"

Jun Tianxie stared at the man, his memory reeling, and nearly cried out.

"'Leaving Sword' Chu Tianya! One of the three masters of 'Prison Break'!!"

For some reason, his understanding of the mysterious organization "Prison Break" surpassed the general level of knowledge circulating in the martial arts world; otherwise, he couldn't have repeatedly impersonated a member. Therefore, he immediately recognized this unassuming man as one of the three strongest trump cards of "Prison Break," second only to the nameless leader! Countless members of the Demonic Sect have died at the hands of these three, and they have never fallen out of the top ten on the Demonic Sect's annual "Most Killable List."

Chu Tianya, whose real name was Chu Feng, came from the "Li Jian Men," a relatively small sect. At that time, he was merely a swordsman hovering between second-rate and first-rate, living a simple but happy life.

Chu Feng's uneventful early life ended five years ago on an unforgettable day. "Yan Huang" Jun Nitian heard that the "Li Jian Men" possessed a long-lost sword technique called "Tianya Li Jian" (Heavenly Edge Li Sword). To increase his collection in the "World Martial Arts Collection," the "Ming Yue Men" launched a massive attack on the "Li Jian Men." The absolute difference in strength was like that between an elephant and an ant; annihilation occurred in just one day. Chu Feng's parents, wife, son, and daughter all perished in the battle! The Demonic Sect's fighting style has always been ruthless—leaving no one alive! Eradicating the entire sect!

Chu Feng, pierced through the chest by a sword, should have perished in that bloody battle along with his fellow disciples. However, his extraordinary physique saved him—his heart was located on the right side!

When Chu Feng awoke from the blood-soaked landscape and saw the tragic deaths of his beloved family and his entire sect, tears streaming down his face, he swore to the heavens that he would personally plunge the sword of revenge into the chest of "Yanhuang" Jun Nitian!

The greatest forces that drive people to change are love and hate. Bearing the burden of forty-three lives lost to the "Lijian Sect," the last disciple, Chu Feng vanished for two years as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth. When he reappeared in the martial world, the kind and honest "Chu Feng" had become a dejected and disillusioned man, indulging in drunkenness, yet possessing unbelievably high swordsmanship—the "Lijian" Chu Tianya!

"Tianya Lijian" finally reappeared in the hands of the avenger. To commemorate the hatred of the "Lijian Sect," Chu Feng changed his name to Chu Tianya and adopted the name "Lijian"! From then on, the name "Li Jian" Chu Tianya became a midnight nightmare for those in the Demonic Sect.

However, attempting to overthrow the powerful and numerous three thousand members of the Demonic Sect single-handedly was futile. A year ago, rumors circulated that Chu Tianya had been besieged by the Four Flying Heavens of the "Heavenly Palace" and the Seven Beasts of the "Underworld," and had died in battle. Only a few knew that "Li Jian" hadn't broken his sword, but had instead gone into hiding, joining an organization with the same goal: the Prison Breaker!

According to intelligence from "The Secret of the World," with Chu Tianya's strength, after being recruited by the Prison Breaker, he quickly became a pillar of the organization, one of the three strongest individuals below the leader. However, Chu Tianya had no interest in real power; his primary concern was how to avenge the annihilation of the "Mingyue Sect"!

The sudden appearance of such a person before him must have a deeper meaning than it appeared. The most likely explanation was that Jun Tianxie's impersonation of a member of the Prison Breaker had been exposed, and his family had come to cause trouble!

Countless thoughts of escape flashed through Jun Tianxie's mind in an instant, but he immediately realized that none of them were possible. Although Chu Tianya stood casually in front of him, he felt that the distance between them was as vast as the distance between them. The other party's physical form was as elusive as a mirage, and he could not grasp the specific distance. However, this "distance as far as the eye can see" movement technique was probably no less than his own "illusory flower."

After compiling and analyzing Chu Tianya's information in his mind, Jun Tianxie immediately decided on the strategy of "confessing and receiving leniency." Otherwise, given the other party's preconceived notions, he would probably kill him after only a few words.

Jun Tianxie scratched his head and sighed, "If I had known it was you following me, I wouldn't have wasted my energy crawling around like this."

"Oh!" Chu Tianya smiled slightly, his smile seemingly both world-weary and kind: "How so?"

Jun Tianxie said, "Who doesn't know that 'Leaving Sword' Chu Tianya's tracking skills are unparalleled? Even the legendary 'Sky Eagle' Wang Er and 'Ground Rat' Zhao San, known as 'Ascending Heaven and Descending Earth' in the Demonic Sect back then, one fled to the far north of the Great Arab Kingdom and the other hid on the far south of the Bohai Sea, yet you still managed to track them down and cut off their heads. This was a major event that shook the martial arts world back then!"

"So you recognize me," Chu Tianya said with a smile, "Then you must also know why I'm looking for you?"

"I wish I didn't know..." As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Tianxie noticed the sudden surge of sword energy emanating from Chu Tianya and quickly changed his tune: "I was joking. Although I impersonated someone from your organization, it was because I deeply admired your organization's righteous and demon-slaying deeds, and I had no other malicious intent. Moreover, I swear to God, I have never done anything against the principles of chivalry in the name of your organization!"

Seeing the situation was turning sour, Jun Tianxie once again displayed his instinct to "swear oaths like they're food," his righteous expression conveying a sense of righteous indignation, never tiring of speaking further, as he needed to find a way to weather the immediate trouble first.

"You think I'd believe that?" Chu Tianya asked, tilting his head as if finding it quite amusing.

“You have no reason not to believe me,” Jun Tianxie puffed out his chest. “Although Xiao Yao is a traitor, I still did my best to rescue him when he was in trouble. That alone should tell you that I am a friend, not an enemy, of your organization.”

Among all the people he could “hit,” Jun Tianxie racked his brains trying to recall who might suspect his background and with whom he could verify it. Without much thought, a vivid, roguish smile appeared in his mind, making him deeply regret his past misjudgment.

Xiao Yao was clearly a member of “Prison Break”! And his position in the organization must be quite high, perhaps even on par with Chu Tianya. He had dared to show off his limited skills in front of such a person; no wonder the other party came looking for trouble.

But it’s never too late to mend one’s ways.

The targeted approach proved effective. Chu Tianya, moved, asked,

"What happened to Xiao Yao?!"

Jun Tianxie, feigning empathy, sighed, "He was betrayed by his companions and is trapped on Black Prison Island, his life in imminent danger." Chu Tianya's expression changed.

"Lou Xueyi and Dugu Bingxin! These two hypocrites are truly untrustworthy!"

"Talking to intelligent people is so easy and enjoyable; they understand immediately,"

Jun Tianxie quickly said. "The Third-Ranked Master of the World has fled wounded. The most urgent task is to ensure he never has a chance to return to the Underworld Sect. Your organization should know better than I do how to do this. Xiao Yao's safety is being protected by me and the great hero Long Bu Feilong. I believe we'll have results soon."

By emphasizing the urgency of the situation and invoking the "natural enemy" label, Jun Tianxie employed a multi-pronged approach to prevent the other party from concentrating on the current situation.

Unfortunately, Chu Tianya's "naivety" seemed to exceed his expectations. He smiled and said,

"These things are irrelevant to my purpose today. What I want to know is just how capable the brat who dared to impersonate a member of 'Prison Break' really is."

Upon hearing this, Jun Tianxie immediately put on a bitter face and said, "There's no need to test him now. You should have more important things to do, shouldn't you?"

Chu Tianya chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Your silver tongue has really impressed me. I hope your subordinates are as skilled as you are."

"Is there really no room for negotiation?" Jun Tianxie still didn't give up his last hope.

"It's not that there isn't." Chu Tianya revealed a cunning smile, and suddenly pointed a finger at Jun Tianxie, saying, "If you survive five of my moves, we can talk things over slowly."

"You just want to fight like that! Are all adults this despicable these days?"

There was no time for words. The finger strike, which came out without warning and without any whistling wind, made Jun Tianxie feel as if the surrounding air had been sucked away in an instant. A suffocating feeling accompanied by an indescribable sorrow rushed towards him. Because there were no rules to follow, it was even more difficult to dodge.

"He actually used the 'Separation Sword Technique' right off the bat! Just how many bad things has Xiao Yao said about me behind my back?!"

Jun Tianxie's outward shock was inversely proportional to his inner calm. His mind raced, searching for a way to counter the attack. Although the area covered by this finger strike was large, preventing him from retreating or dodging, the principle that force disperses is an immutable law. If he concentrated his power at the very center of the attacker, he could probably withstand the attack. However, this would turn into a contest of internal strength, which was not a result Jun Tianxie wanted to see.

"Even if I could defeat this drunkard in a real fight, I would have to pay a price. But if I don't go all out, it will be difficult to escape unscathed from this unreasonable guy. Let's try 'that method'! And let's also see how much my skill has improved after these days of contemplation."

Without making a sound, he concentrated the "Nirvana True Energy" in his right hand, gradually condensing it from its initial amorphous state into a perfectly formed circle. This was proof that his control over true energy had reached a new level. When his intention and energy became one, he flicked his fingertip at the point coming from afar, hitting the target squarely. The Nirvana True Energy exerted its "return to nothingness" characteristic, and Chu Tianya's body trembled. The original "heartfelt" finger force was completely neutralized.

Of course, Jun Tianxie was not unscathed either. The force had been neutralized, but the "indigestion" of the finger force forced him to retreat until his back hit the wall before stopping. He had to take a deep breath and circulate his true energy for several weeks before he could completely dissipate the opponent's sword energy.

Chu Tianya let out a soft "hmm," a thoughtful expression on his face. He didn't immediately pursue, asking in confusion,

"What kind of skill is this?" "Evil Nirvana" was Jun Tianxie's unique creation, so it was understandable that he didn't recognize it. Jun Tianxie rubbed his hands, revealing a friendly smile, and said, "In short, it's a trivial trick unrelated to the Demonic Sect. Now you understand we're friends, not enemies, so there's no need to fight anymore." Although he had only received one move, the throbbing pain in his wrist told him that the drunkard before him was more troublesome than he had imagined. Avoiding a fight was certainly the best course of action. However, Chu Tianya seemed to possess the incurable fighting spirit of a martial artist, chuckling, "Your skill is indeed a bit unorthodox, but that alone isn't enough to defeat me. Let's try again." He transferred the wine gourd to his left hand, and with his remaining little finger, he swiftly pointed out, finally unleashing the true "Sword's Edge"! Jun Tianxie immediately groaned, "This is truly a case of overreaching! Why am I surrounded by such warmongers?" Complaining was no match for saving his own life. Chu Tianya, in his quest to master a long-lost technique of his sect, had severed the most crucial finger for a swordsman. Only when he lost his last finger did he finally grasp the essence of "Tianya Lijian" (Heavenly Edge Sword). Now, Jun Tianxie was experiencing its power firsthand. With a single finger strike, sword brilliance shone brightly, sword intent flowing like water. Endless sword energy enveloped him like ripples, eventually blurring his figure. The hazy sword energy seemed both near and far, yet its attack range was boundless. Jun Tianxie finally revealed a "serious" expression, slowly extending his palms. As he moved from stillness to movement, Nirvana True Qi continuously condensed, forming a transparent protective wall. He added the Annihilation Qi, intending to use the same technique to block the finger strike. A smile crept across Chu Tianya's lips. His little finger, which had been pointing out, suddenly contracted and then straightened. The sword energy from the Li Mai meridian changed instantly. The tip of the finger merely touched the qi wall like a dragonfly skimming the water before retracting like a whale sucking in water. This prevented the Annihilation True Energy from taking effect. The misuse of force caused Jun Tianxie's true energy to fluctuate unstablely, and the time spent suppressing it was the opening Chu Tianya had been waiting for. "The Ruthless King of Xiang" transformed the flowing sword energy into a life-extinguishing killing intent, condensing into a qi arrow capable of penetrating any protective true energy, shooting towards Jun Tianxie's brow. This was no longer a trial move; Chu Tianya's finger strike was truly intended to kill. Losing the initiative, Jun Tianxie frantically tried to salvage the situation, but in a battle between masters, only a moment matters. Once the defeat was decided, there was no turning back. The hastily gathered protective true energy was also pierced. The self-righteous man who had been struck by the middle finger suffered an even worse fate this time, his head smashing through the wall before he fell backward. Chu Tianya, a hint of disappointment in his expression, said, "Only three moves and you're done? I thought we could play a little longer." Just as he was about to step forward to check on Jun Tianxie's condition behind the wall, a soft, plaintive voice suddenly came from behind him: "Chu Lang." Chu Tianya, who was usually unmoved even by a collapsing mountain, surprisingly showed a complex expression of heartache and guilt upon hearing the voice behind him. He flashed into the hole Jun Tianxie had smashed through the wall and simply vanished. A beautiful woman in palace attire, seemingly descended from heaven, appeared. Her melancholy eyes seemed to tell of an impossible dream. Her crimson lips were alluring, and her trembling eyelashes were adorned with a light pinkish-purple rouge, adding a bewitching and alluring quality to her already captivating beauty. Although the elegant palace attire prevented a glimpse into the woman's inner beauty, the sight of her fair, translucent skin on her jade-like arms and neck, and her graceful figure, was enough to captivate the heart and make one yearn for the parts that could not be fully seen. Her gaze fell upon Jun Tianxie amidst the pile of rubble, and she sighed softly, "I'm still a step too late, alas!" "Not too late! Not too late! Sister, you've arrived just in time. If you had been any later, it would have been truly troublesome." Watching Jun Tianxie stand up as if nothing had happened, brushing the dust off his clothes, the beautiful woman's face revealed undisguised surprise. She covered her mouth and said in a slightly excited tone, "To be hit head-on by the Li Mai Sword Qi and still be unharmed, it seems I really didn't choose the wrong person this time!" Jun Tianxie tilted his head and scrutinized the beautiful woman's figure with an almost aggressive gaze, especially her voluptuous breasts and slender waist. He asked in a puzzled tone, "This beautiful sister seems familiar. May I ask what brings you here?" The beautiful woman smiled sweetly and said, "Whether we've met before or not is not important. You just need to know that I just saved your life." "Trying to use this paltry favor to bind me? Another clueless fool!" She said casually, "Oh, really? How do you know I wasn't just pretending to fall for it, luring that drunkard forward to investigate, then waiting for the chance to deliver a fatal blow?" The beautiful woman giggled, "If 'Leaving Sword' Chu Tianya could be ambushed by an unknown brat like you, he would probably have been removed from the Demonic Sect's 'Kill List' three years ago! Although I don't know which special path your protective true energy follows, managing to neutralize the heart-wrenching and body-damaging Leaving Pulse Sword Qi, it's impossible for you to be as composed and at ease as you appear. Just now..." "Lying still, she's probably desperately trying to regulate her breathing and buy time to recover, right?" Jun Tianxie's heart skipped a beat. "This beautiful woman's eye is quite remarkable." He added with a hint of wariness, "This is just my sister's one-sided guess. The truth may not be so. But what I'm curious about is why that drunkard ran away with his tail between his legs like a mouse seeing a cat the moment he heard your voice?" The beautiful woman smiled and said, "Finally, you've gotten to the point. A man only dares not face a woman when he feels guilty. Because the person he loves is a married woman, it's a forbidden love that society cannot tolerate, so he can only choose to escape."

Jun Tianxie exclaimed in surprise, "So my sister is already married! I can't believe it! I thought you were the same age as my older sister! By the way, my older sister is eighteen this year, hee hee."

The beautiful woman laughed heartily, "You little devil, your mouth is so sweet and smooth. I wonder how many girls you'll fool into shedding tears for you when you grow up."

"No need to wait until you grow up, I've already lost count," Jun Tianxie thought to himself.

"Let's get back to the point. I don't think I've asked you your name yet."

"I thought you would never ask," the beautiful woman said with a slight smile, "I am Bai Suyan, the wife of 'Dark Asura' Dugu Suiyu."

Jun Tianxie was greatly shocked and covered his mouth, crying out, "Your mother is Dugu Hanxin's mother?!"

No wonder he felt that face looked familiar.

Bai Suyan smiled meaningfully and said, "Don't worry, I'm not here for revenge. Otherwise, I wouldn't have shown myself just now. The person who killed my beloved son is another of your companions. The grievances have their source, and the debts have their debtors. I have no intention of taking my anger out on others."

The murder weapon that killed "Little Asura" Dugu Hanxin was indeed Ding Shenzhao's sword, but the hand that held that sword was Jun Tianxie himself. However, the person involved would never be foolish enough to confess to Bai Suyan.

Although, according to the usual conventions of novels, the protagonist should at this point stand tall, expressing unwavering brotherhood and shouldering all the grudges, our Jun Tianxie completely lacks that concept of "traditional virtue." "Sacrificing oneself for the benefit of others, even for a hair's breadth," is his motto, and Jun Tianxie vaguely senses that Bai Suyan hopes he is that kind of person.

Jun Tianxie said with a hint of sadness, "Sister Bai is truly a reasonable person. Although Shenzhao is my good friend, the hatred for killing one's son is irreconcilable. I have no right to stop you from seeking revenge. However, there is something I must remind you of: Shenzhao's swordsmanship is extraordinary. Please be careful, lest you suffer harm instead of achieving revenge."

Bai Suyan's eyes lit up with a strange light, and she secretly rejoiced,

"This man is indeed a heartless person who forgets his friends for the sake of beauty. I only used a little trickery, and he betrayed even his brother who shared hardships with me! Later, I'll let this lustful brat taste the sweetness, and I'm afraid he won't submit."

Bai Suyan frowned slightly and sighed with infinite pitifulness,

"Seeing you is like seeing my poor son. Alas! Life is unpredictable. The saddest thing in the world is for a white-haired person to bury a black-haired person!"

Jun Tianxie thought to himself, "I don't look like my good-for-nothing son who died young," but of course, he couldn't say this out loud.

"Sister Bai, please accept my condolences. The dead cannot be brought back to life."

Bai Suyan wiped away her tears with her sleeve and said, "Please forgive my loss of composure as a mother grieving for her child. This is not a convenient place. Would Young Master Jun be willing to move to my humble abode? Besides treating your injuries, I have something else I would like to discuss with you."

Faced with the invitation of such a mature and beautiful woman, Jun Tianxie seemed to have no reason to refuse. Besides, he wanted to see what she was up to. If he could take advantage of the situation, that would be even better. After a brief hesitation, he readily agreed, "Please lead the way, Sister."

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