Sword Qi Like Frost

The Sword Master: The fifth young master of the Sword Sect, a sacred land under heaven. His swordsmanship was profound. Later, due to the matter of the Fragrant Guest, he killed the Heavenly Pivot Star Master of the Azure Dragon Society and was ambushed and killed

by Long Jianren. Hai Wu: At noon on August 7th, the Azure Dragon Society failed in his assassination attempt on Long Jianren. Later, due to his involvement in the Youqin Plan, he failed again and was killed

by Long Jianren. Zhou Gou'er: He followed Hai Wu in the assassination attempt on Long Jianren. After the failure, due to the Illusionary Moon Incident, he fled to Lingzhou City with Long Jianren. He is Long Jianren's confidant and is currently the Lord of the May 1st Sun.

He put Yao Nu on the ground, returned to the fork in the road, and headed towards the middle. Not far along, a huge stone gate appeared before him. Three stars were carved on the stone gate, with a crescent moon in the middle. Looking at this stone gate, Long Jianren felt a thousand divine beasts roar through his mind: "Are you kidding me? Is this the legendary Crooked Moon and Three Stars Cave?" He suppressed the urge to curse and carefully examined the stone gate. There were no gaps; it was just a large, solid piece of stone.

Long Jianren prepared to break open the stone door with his sword energy, but unfortunately, the stone door was made of some unknown material, and his sword energy left no mark. Knowing that brute force was impossible, Long Jianren searched the surrounding area. Sure enough, on the dark ground, there were eight large characters arranged in the Bagua (Eight Trigrams). He carefully identified one as the character "天" (tian, meaning heaven), and began stepping on it according to the pre-heaven Bagua diagram. Unfortunately, when he stepped on the last character, the other seven floated up again.

He tried the post-heaven Bagua sequence, but the result was the same. Seeing that it was useless, he carefully observed the eight characters.
"执之天天道观之行" (zhi zhi tian tian dao guan xing, meaning "holding the heavenly way and acting accordingly") .

He pondered the eight characters, a strange sense of déjà vu lingering in his mind. "执天, 执天之行. 观天之道, 执天而行, isn't this the Yin Fu Jing?" Thinking this, he stepped on "观天之道, 执天而行" (guan tian zhi dao, zhi tian er xing, meaning "observing the way of heaven and acting accordingly"). But the result was still the same; after stepping on the last character, the other seven floated up again.
"Damn, are there some tricks to these two 'heavens' and two 'zhi' characters? I'll keep trying, there's plenty of time, I'm not afraid." Finally, on the third try, he saw the three stars on the stone gate light up, their rays projecting into the circle formed by the eight characters. Within this circle, a Tai Chi diagram appeared. Long Jianren immediately stood on it, but nothing happened.
Looking at the Tai Chi diagram beneath his feet, Long Jianren couldn't help but curse. Who was so inhumane? There were too many mechanisms, and this one didn't even have a hint. Looking at the Yin-Yang symbol, Long Jianren suddenly thought of something, went out, woke Yao Nu, and helped her. The two of them limped into the Yin-Yang symbol.

This time, they were right. The Yin-Yang symbol began to rotate, and black and white energy appeared around them. Long Jianren thought the stone gate would open, but after waiting a long time, they were still standing on the Tai Chi diagram. Long Jianren stared speechlessly at the gate, completely unsure of what to do next.

"The moon... attack the moon," Yao Nu said blankly beside him. Hearing this, Long Jianren once again activated his sword energy, attacking the moon. The moon remained unresponsive, enraging Long Jianren, who unleashed his sword energy at it. The scattered sword energy created cracks around the moon, and Long Jianren, sensing something amiss, attacked the area around it. Sure enough, the surrounding stones shattered, revealing a crescent moon.

Two crescent moons perfectly aligned to form a full moon, radiating moonlight. The two men bathed in this light felt a surge of comfort, then discovered the stone door had vanished, and they found themselves in a stone chamber. Long Jianren quickly spotted the five stone boxes on the stone bed. He ran over, opened them, and found them empty.
"Damn it, what's going on? Are they trying to kill us?" Greatly disappointed, he stared at the stone wall, where the origins of the chamber's owner were inscribed. The owner claimed to have seen through the workings of Heaven, comprehending the secrets of the universe and foreseeing a future demon king wreaking havoc. Therefore, he defied fate, leaving behind five demon-slaying artifacts for a destined person to claim. After examining the stone bed, Long Jianren was furious. He had come all this way only to find he hadn't gained anything.

In a fit of rage, he smashed the stone bed, creating cracks. A red light emanated from the cracks, and Long Jianren's anger turned to joy. He channeled his true energy and shattered the stone bed. Sure enough, a red sword was hidden beneath it. Long Jianren gripped it, and a surge of fiery energy shot up.

"A fine sword, a fine sword!" Long Jianren exclaimed, simultaneously suppressing the fiery energy back into the sword. Drawing it from its sheath, he saw the words "Red Lotus" engraved on the blade. Long Jianren praised it again, feeling his trip hadn't been in vain. He sheathed the sword and continued smashing the stone chamber, but after destroying everything, he found only five empty spaces. Judging by their size, they seemed to be places to store five boxes.
Long Jianren was puzzled; how had the person who retrieved the treasure obtained it without causing any damage? After smashing everything, he suddenly realized his foot was healed. He had been using his true energy to heal it for the past few days, and he hadn't expected it to be completely healed as soon as he entered the cave. Moreover, Yao Nu could walk normally, so it seemed the problem was with the moonlight. He returned to the stone bed and inadvertently noticed writing on the ground.

Digging through the rubble, he read it and was both amused and exasperated. "To seek the treasure, kowtow three hundred times." It turned out the previous person had followed the rules, unlike Long Jianren, who simply demolished the house. He saw that there was nothing in the cave and prepared to leave, but he didn't know where to go. Helpless, he had to search around again. Persistence paid off, and he found a passage under the stone stove.

Supporting Yao Nu, carrying his bundle and sword, he slowly walked towards the passage. Fortunately, the passage wasn't long, and soon he heard the sound of flowing water. At the end, an underground river appeared before them.

Looking at the turbulent underground river, Long Jianren could only say, "An underground river, this is going to be a pain in the ass." He instructed Yao Nu, and the two of them jumped into the underground river hand in hand. Once inside, Long Jianren realized he had worried too much; the Crimson Lotus Sword automatically erected a spherical aura to protect him. Seeing the sword's wondrous use, Long Jianren activated his true essence, expanding his protective aura to draw Yao Nu inside.

Returning to the light of day, he was surprised to find himself back in his bathing place. Looking at the familiar scenery, wicked thoughts rose within him. "Yao Nu, your master fought six masters here to save you. Shouldn't you show some gratitude?"

"Master..." Yao Nu tilted her head, confused by Long Jianren's question.

Seeing Yao Nu's innocent expression, Long Jianren could no longer restrain himself. He stripped off his clothes, pulled out his large penis, and slapped it against Yao Nu's face, saying, "Come, follow your master's instructions and take it in your mouth." Yao Nu nodded, carefully taking Long Jianren's glans into her mouth, then using her tongue to continuously entwine around his penis.

Long Jianren felt that Yao Nu was still too inexperienced, so he gave her orders to spit out his glans and lick the urethral opening with his tongue. Long Jianren felt that this was not exciting enough, so he had her lick it a few times and then had her use her snow-white jade hands to grasp the throbbing penis and lick it from the urethra upwards, back to the glans, and then back down.

And so, Long Jianren endured it, watching Yao Nu diligently licking with her head down, feeling an indescribable sense of pride. After licking for a while, he again instructed Yao Nu to gently take his testicles into her mouth, as if in the throes of passionate love, lightly patting the two testicles with her tongue. Under Long Jianren's command, Yao Nu became more and more familiar with it, and her control over the pressure improved. She skillfully licked the testicles, then the glans, and then looked at Long Jianren with longing. Looking into her innocent eyes, Long Jianren couldn't help but praise her, saying, "Yao Nu is really amazing, Master will definitely protect you."
When Long Jianren instructed her to kiss him again, he massaged her perineum with his fingers. After a while, Long Jianren instructed Yao Nu to take his glans into her mouth. This time, Yao Nu's tongue was already teasing the urethral opening very skillfully. In the girl's warm lips, Long Jianren felt a tightness similar to that of his own genitals.

He instructed Yao Nu again to use her nimble tongue to slap his glans. Her tongue slowly enveloped the entire glans, slapping it from all sides. Under this stimulation, Long Jianren couldn't help himself; he felt his ejaculation release, and a stream of semen shot into Yao Nu's mouth.

Yao Nu looked at Long Jianren, bewildered. Long Jianren ordered her to drink it. Seeing Yao Nu's discomfort, Long Jianren felt an indescribable joy. Because Yao Nu had just lost her virginity, Long Jianren didn't intend to conquer her again. He held this porcelain doll-like woman and went to sleep.

When they woke up, the sun had already risen. Reflecting on the night, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. Although he had obtained a fine sword, the other five treasures were lost. After washing up, Long Jianren decided to go back to find his mule. With his good gait and familiarity with the roads, Long Jianren returned to Meijia Village before dark.

Back in Meijia Village, Yao Nu saw the villagers' corpses and asked Long Jianren to help bury them. Long Jianren thought for a moment and told her to bury them herself while he continued searching for the mule. However, he then thought that it might not be appropriate for her delicate hands to touch the dead. With that thought, Long Jianren wielded his Crimson Lotus Sword, using its scorching sword energy to cremate the villagers.

"Master, this might not be good..." Although her memories were gone, Yao Nu vaguely remembered that people should be buried for peace. "This is common in Master's hometown. It's called cremation, much better than burial," Long Jianren explained to her with a slight smile. After taking care of everything, they left.

Yao Nu looked at Long Jianren with a hint of admiration, as Long Jianren arrogantly led her into the city. The soldiers guarding the city gate not only didn't check them, but even bowed and scraped respectfully as they entered. "Go tell the lord, that killing god is back," a squad leader ordered a soldier beside him after they had walked away.

Long Jianren seemed to have heard this; he turned and stared at the squad leader, seemingly scrutinizing him. The squad leader felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze and nodded repeatedly, as if to indicate his mistake.

"Which is the best restaurant here?"

"Sir, it's Juxianju next to the yamen." Watching the two leave, he couldn't help but wonder, was it really necessary to ask about just one restaurant? An old soldier seemed to notice his confusion and said, "This 'lord' intends for you to pay his bill."

"Yes, yes, Old Zhang, you are indeed knowledgeable," the squad leader praised the old soldier, pleased that he had been enlightened.

"Gathering immortals from the three mountains, welcoming travelers from the five lakes. This couplet is quite nice, boss. Who wrote it?"
"Reporting to you, sir, it was written by Magistrate Yu for my humble establishment."

"Oh, Yu Renjie has some literary talent, but he's far inferior to me."

The owner of Juxianju was momentarily at a loss for words. If he said yes, Magistrate Yu would surely object; if he said no, he'd be finished for the day. Having no other option, he could only say to Long Jianren, "Sir, please come in. A private room has been prepared."

As soon as Long Jianren stepped across the threshold, the previously noisy hall fell silent instantly. Several people were about to pay their bills and leave. "Oh dear, am I so unpopular that some people want to leave as soon as I walk in?" Long Jianren said coldly to the departing customer. Those people immediately shrank back, fearing for their lives. Everyone secretly lamented their bad luck; how could they have encountered such an unlucky man? They hoped he wouldn't kill anyone here, and even if he did, they hoped it wouldn't be them.
Long Jianren ignored them, went upstairs, and found a seat by the window. After he and Yao Nu sat down, they looked around the street, leaving the shopkeeper standing there. The shopkeeper looked at him with a dry laugh, hoping he would order. After standing there for a while, Long Jianren still ignored him. He thought for a moment, then realized what was going on: "Sir, I'll go to the kitchen first. Please wait a moment, sir."

Long Jianren nodded, and after the shopkeeper bowed and withdrew, he immediately instructed the head chef: "Make all your best dishes. Don't make any mistakes, or none of us will survive today." The head chef and servants seemed to understand the importance of this matter and worked diligently.

"Sir, that killing god is back."

"Tell everyone not to get involved no matter what happens. We can't afford to offend this powerful figure."

"Yes, sir, the brothers understand."

Magistrate Yu silently prayed that this killing god wouldn't cause trouble this time, or his official hat would be in real danger. The diners at Juxianju had never been so disheveled. They were full, unable to speak, and forced to pretend to continue eating. Long Jianren, completely oblivious to their feelings, picked up a chicken foot and began to eat.

At this moment, Yao Nu tugged at his sleeve, looking fearfully at the two men in blue robes at the table to his right. Long Jianren, holding the chicken foot in his mouth, flung a chopstick at them. One of the men in blue robes couldn't believe his eyes; in the blink of an eye, a chopstick had pierced his companion's left eye. Judging by the depth of the penetration, he knew his companion was beyond saving.

As he prepared to draw his sword and fight Long Jianren, he felt a sharp pain in his right eye, and then lost consciousness. Hearing the screams, the diners trembled, all thinking in unison, "This killing god has indeed started killing again."
"Excellent swordsmanship."

A shout of praise made the diners even more apprehensive. Was this man not afraid of death? He even dared to speak now.

Following the sound, Long Jianren looked towards the right corner of the building, where a noble young man came into view. He wore a white brocade cloak over a silk robe, with a gold-trimmed belt, a sachet hanging on his left, and a sword with a dragon-shaped hilt and two gemstone eyes on its right. The scabbard was plain white, gleaming with an inexplicable luster. He had a fair face and delicate nose, possessing a somewhat effeminate air. However, the coldness between his brows sent chills down one's spine.

Long Jianren closed his eyes slightly and said, "You flatter me. My skills are merely amateurish; I'm afraid you've made me look foolish." The young man stared at him, shook his head, and said nothing more, continuing to enjoy his fine wine and food. Long Jianren ignored him and comforted Yao Nu, saying, "Don't worry, those two will never look at you again." At this moment, the terrified waiter on the second floor realized the reason for the two men's deaths, thankfully having restrained himself from looking.

"Young master, it's time for us to go." An elderly man with white hair came up from downstairs and said to the young master in the northwest corner. The young master nodded, and before going downstairs, he glanced at Yao Nu. Long Jianren, who had been watching him closely, naturally noticed this detail and couldn't help but smile. Long Jianren looked out the window and saw the young master boarding a white carriage drawn by eight white horses. The entire carriage was white except for a black command flag embroidered with five swords.

Before the young master got into the carriage, he told the people in the inn, "Those two people are from the Azure Dragon Society." Seeing the carriage, the well-traveled tourists couldn't help but shout out the name of this noble young master.

"The Sword Master! He's the Sword Master!"

"What Sword Master? What's his background? Tell me, brother."

"That's hard to say. I'll tell you when I have the chance. Let's run away first. Is the Azure Dragon Society someone we can mess with?"

Hearing that the people from the Azure Dragon Society had died here, all the diners scattered in a panic. Long Jianren continued eating leisurely, completely ignoring the boss who had collapsed to the ground and the waiters who had scattered.

"Sir, a man named Mingjian has appeared."

"Oh? What brings Mingjian here? Are there any others?"

"That Killer God killed two members of the Azure Dragon Society." Upon hearing this, Magistrate Yu slumped weakly in his armchair, waving his hand listlessly at Zhang Bantou, saying, "Let them handle this themselves; we have no power to interfere." Zhang Bantou reluctantly withdrew. He knew that with these two troublesome individuals and organizations, the magistrate's official position was in jeopardy. One bloody battle would practically cripple the entire city of Ju.

He wondered if he should resign from his position as bantou as soon as possible to avoid being blamed later.

But before he could resign, a cold voice echoed from the magistrate's study: "The Azure Dragon Society is handling matters; we hope Your Excellency will grant their request."

Zhang Bantou knew this was also addressed to him. He heard Magistrate Yu smile bitterly and say, "I always support the Society's work. No need to worry."

"Thank you, Your Excellency. I will certainly reward you handsomely after it's done."

"I'll be grateful if you don't demolish my office. I don't need any more rewards." Magistrate Yu, though seething inside, earnestly replied, "I dare not accept any more rewards. Please do your job." "
Then I'll take my leave. I wish you, sir, continued success in your career."

"Success? With what you've done, I'll be grateful if I can keep my official hat. What success could I possibly expect?"
Long Jianren finished his sumptuous meal with relish, patted his stomach, and led Yao Nu out of the hotel. They arrived at the deserted street; the once bustling street was now empty, and the surrounding shops were all closed. Long Jianren smiled as he looked around, muttering, "They came so quickly." He spoke a few words to Yao Nu, who shook her head with tears in her eyes. He wiped away her tears, gave her some more instructions, and after seeing Yao Nu nod in confusion, he took to the air.

As he hovered in mid-air, a thin, cicada-wing-like throwing knife flew silently towards him. In a flash, sensing a change in the spiritual energy behind him, he dodged to the right, avoiding the deadly blade, but was slashed on his left hand. He had intended to check the enemy's position, but he hadn't expected them to be already in ambush. Clang!

The Crimson

Lotus Sword was drawn, unleashing a red sword aura in retaliation. The sword aura attacked the rooftop, and thirteen cold flashes grazed past it. Long Jianren hadn't expected this person to be so ruthless, using a mutually destructive method. Nine clanging sounds rang out as Long Jianren deflected ten throwing knives, sustaining three cuts on his body. The fatal blow had struck first, and had Long Jianren not been so skilled with his swordsmanship that he could have easily knocked down the other two, he would already be meeting his maker. Before Long Jianren could even check if the sword energy had harmed his enemies, a storm of hidden weapons erupted around him; at least ten enemies were hurling projectiles at him.
"Burning Lotus Karmic Fire!"

Long Jianren unleashed this esoteric demon-subduing sword technique, his sword energy transforming into a budding lotus flower beneath his feet, attracting the hidden weapons one by one. In an instant, the lotus bloomed, the hidden weapons were ejected, and karmic fire followed, causing twelve withered corpses to fall from the surrounding rooftops. Fortunately, this crimson lotus karmic fire could only injure people; otherwise, Long Jianren would have caused a fire.
"Come down, put down your sword," a cold voice said.

Long Jianren slowly descended from the air, looking at the masked assassin who was holding Yao Nu hostage with a short knife. "Kill her then. We'll both die anyway if I put down my sword, so I might as well avenge her, don't you think?"
The masked assassin coldly stared at him, his dagger slicing through Yao Nu's fair skin, drawing a bead of blood. This blood seemed to tell Long Jianren that he really would kill this woman.

"Alas! How infuriating!" Long Jianren sighed, throwing down his sword.

Seeing this, the masked man's eyes hardened with cruelty. He seemed to think he had successfully completed his mission, killed the boy, and could now enjoy the woman. A scream shattered his illusion. The Crimson Lotus Sword was stuck in the ground, though blood bubbles continued to rise. He instinctively used his knife to kill the man in his hand, but his head left his body first.

He never imagined that there was someone behind him. Long Jianren knew this, and he also knew that there was someone behind him. So he died, and Long Jianren lived. After Long Jianren deflected the first arrow from the crossbowman attacking from behind, the crossbowman could not fire a second arrow.

From the moment Long Jianren stepped out of the Juxianju gate, he sensed the presence of the famous swordsman. He knew this young master had fallen for the beauty beside him. The swordsman caught Yao Nu, who was about to fall, and pulled a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, pouring some powder onto Yao Nu's wound. The white powder, made from some unknown medicine, healed the wound at a visible speed.

Seeing this, Long Jianren coughed a few times, clutching his left hand wound, seemingly hoping to receive some himself. The swordsman disgustedly tossed the bottle to Long Jianren, who poured it onto his wound, feeling an unparalleled soothing sensation. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Truly a divine object!" When Long Jianren returned the bottle, the swordsman shook his head. Knowing the swordsman's personality, he wouldn't take anything touched by this boorish man. Long Jianren accepted it with feigned reluctance, but inwardly he was overjoyed.
"Sister, quickly thank this young master for saving our lives." Yao Nu whispered in Ming Jian's arms, "If it weren't for you, my brother and I would be dead today. Please accept my three bows." She tried to get up, but Ming Jian realized his mistake and quickly let go. Seeing Yao Nu preparing to bow, he quickly grabbed her hand, saying, "Miss, there's no need for that. It's only right to help those in need. Besides, the Azure Dragon Society has committed many evils; everyone should kill them."

Both blushed, and Ming Jian quickly withdrew his hand again. However, the soft, boneless feeling made his heart flutter.

"Young master, I have a favor to ask, and I hope you can grant it," Long Jianren said, kneeling down.

Seeing that he was the beauty's brother, Ming Jian's attitude softened. He said, "Brother, please rise. If it's within my power, I will certainly help." "Please, young master, take care of my poor sister..."

"This..." Ming Jian hesitated.

"I know the Azure Dragon Society is powerful and numerous, and I understand your predicament, young master. I'm sorry!" Long Jianren said, looking disappointed. "

Hmph, the Azure Dragon Society is nothing but a bunch of clowns. How could I, Mingjian, be afraid of them? What I am concerned about is that I am alone, and it might not be appropriate for

me to accompany your sister." Long Jianren quickly said, "Young master, you can tell at a glance that you are a gentleman who does not deceive in secret. I trust you with my sister." After saying that, he began to cry bitterly, "We are originally from the Northwest. My father was a local swordsman. We were a happy family. Who knew that a minor leader of the Azure Dragon Society would take a fancy to my sister and defile her. Ah, my poor sister!" Yao Nu burst into tears upon hearing this. Upon hearing the cries, Mingjian angrily retorted, "Outrageous! Outrageous! The Azure Dragon Society must be destroyed; this is an injustice!"

"My father was also killed by them. I was powerless and could only flee to this place with my sister. Fortunately, a master helped me and taught me swordsmanship. Now that I have mastered it, I prepare to take revenge, but I can't bear to leave my poor sister." After listening, Mingjian thought for a moment and said, "Originally, I should have accompanied you to seek revenge, but unfortunately, my sect has matters to attend to, and I cannot leave. However, I will make proper arrangements for your sister."

"I thank you for your profound kindness on behalf of my deceased parents. After I have avenged them, I will serve you like a slave."

"No need. What are your names, brother and sister?"

"My name is Long Jianren, and my sister's name is Long Yaoyao."

Mingjian took out a white token from his sleeve and said, "If you need to find me in the future, just call my name three times on this token, and it will naturally bring you here. Alright, your sister and I will be leaving now. Take care." Long Jianren couldn't help but feel fortunate. If Mingjian had inquired more in Ju City, his words would probably have been in danger.
Long Jianren watched the two leave, making a plan in his mind. Regarding this assassination, Long Jianren fully understood his current situation.

Since he had no way to escape, he could only turn the passive into the active. Perhaps he could not only earn a way to survive but also earn a fortune. He whispered to the charred corpse, "Azure Dragon Society, I'm coming."

Hai Wu struggled to recall the past. The only thing he could remember now was that the mission had failed. He had been underground, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to his target, but a sharp pain in his right arm caused him to faint. Thinking of Tu, he recalled everything about Tu. He was an orphan, which was tragic. But his luck was always better than everyone else in the village, which was also a stroke of luck.

Half of his longevity was due to his luck. When he was thirteen, he went to someone's toilet to relieve himself and discovered this earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of martial arts technique) on the toilet paper. However, he was also unlucky; the family used the entire manual as toilet paper, leaving only the last few pages. With this earth-遁 technique, he successfully joined the Azure Dragon Society and lived the life he had always dreamed of. Luxury cars, beautiful women, dragon liver and phoenix gall—he had it all.

His nickname was "Sea Needle," a name feared by everyone in the southeast, because he loved to stab his target's "Sea Bottom" acupoint from the ground—a fatal weakness that any man feared. Recalling everything, he slowly opened his eyes, only to find complete darkness.

"You're awake, that's good. I was worried you were dead."

It was a kind voice. Hai Wu had been saved; he was truly lucky. He couldn't help but secretly thank heaven, but his gratitude quickly turned into cursing. The owner of the voice held a torch and slowly walked towards him.

In the torchlight, he could see clearly that this was a secret chamber. Inside, two pits had been dug, and beside them lay a pile of fresh earth, indicating the pits were newly dug. He also saw Zhou Gou'er not far away; he had only joined the guild two days prior. Because he was a newcomer, he had been given an easy position—to use a crossbow to create opportunities for Hai Wu.

However, Zhou Gou'er was different from Hai Wu, even the opposite; his luck was extremely bad. He had once had a happy family, but it was destroyed when he cooked—he burned down a main street and even burned down the magnificent residence of Zhou Da Guanren. His parents were killed by Zhou Da Guanren, and he fled to the deep mountains, where he was taken in by a cultivator. After only a few days of instruction, his master's enemy, whom he had hidden for twenty-three years, came knocking, and Zhou Gou'er successfully caused his master's death. Wandering aimlessly, he had caused the deaths of countless people, and this time, his first mission after joining the guild had failed.

Now, fear flickered in Zhou Gou'er's eyes, and Hai Wu shook his head repeatedly; he knew Zhou Gou'er couldn't hold on. He coughed lightly, reminding Zhou Gou'er of the consequences of revealing the secrets of the organization. Zhou Gou'er seemed to understand the cough; he didn't want to kill the elder brother who had introduced him to the organization. Hai Wu sneered at Long Jianren, thinking disdainfully, "Trying to bury me alive? I'm the local earth god!"

Only then did Hai Wu notice the two jars Long Jianren was carrying, emitting a fragrant aroma.

"You're in luck now. I'm the messenger sent by heaven to save you. Please thank me for baptizing you,"
Hai Wu said, sneering at Long Jianren's maniacal words. Long Jianren walked to Hai Wu's side, tore off Hai Wu's blood-stained clothes, revealing bronze skin. Hai Wu laughed, "So you're a rascal. Come, let me give you a good time." Long Jianren narrowed his eyes, remaining silent, and opened the jars, filling the secret room with a fragrant aroma. He reached into the jar with his right hand, pulled out a golden substance, and smeared it on Hai Wu's body.

"Honey, you, you..." Hai Wu suddenly understood what he was about to do.

Long Jianren ignored him, spreading the honey evenly on his body, and then on Zhou Gou'er. Zhou Gou'er looked at him in confusion as he was covered in honey, not knowing what this person was going to do. Soon, he understood and let out a scream. The two were buried in the pit, with only their heads sticking out. The ants in the ground were attracted by the smell of honey and came to them.

One ant crawling on their body would only be uncomfortable, but thousands of ants crawling on their body together was torture. The ants kept biting their skin, letting them know what torture was.

About two hours, or two days, or two months, or two years passed. Zhou Gou'er felt like he had been in the pit for tens of thousands of years. He shouted, "I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything." Hai Wu, because of his missing arm, was also covered in sweat. He gritted his teeth and endured this inhuman torture. He heard Zhou Gou'er's cries and glared at him fiercely.

Zhou Gou'er was terrified by his gaze and immediately shut his lips. Long Jianren watched their pained expressions with glee, his joy beyond words. Less than fifteen minutes later, Zhou Gou'er couldn't hold back any longer, crying, "I'll tell you everything, please let me go. Let me go, I'll tell you everything." Long Jianren ignored him, then, as if remembering something, a slight smile played on his lips, and he left the dark room.

When he returned, he was carrying two buckets of water. Just as Zhou Gou'er thought he was about to torture him again, Long Jianren dug them both out. Long Jianren used his inner energy to drive away the ants crawling on them, freeing them from the ant swarm.

Long Jianren released his pressure points and said, "Wash you two clean."

Zhou Gou'er, now free of pressure points, naturally knelt at Long Jianren's feet, crying, "Master, I know I was wrong! Please let me go! I'll repay you even if I have to be your slave! I'll say whatever you want!" "Go, wash you clean," Long Jianren said impatiently.

"Yes, sir, I'll go right away." He hurriedly went to the bucket; the cold water stung his sensitive skin, a slight pain compared to the previous discomfort. After washing himself, he picked up the bucket and timidly approached Hai Wu. Hai Wu, seeing him approach, glared at him fiercely again. Seeing Hai Wu, who resembled an angry leopard, Zhou Gou'er stopped in his tracks, afraid he would leap up and devour him.

"Hurry up," Long Jianren urged from behind, reminding him that Hai Wu was a leopard, but the man behind him was a demon. Summoning his courage, he went to Hai Wu's side and used his blood-stained clothes to wash him, whispering as he wiped him, "Fifth Brother, you'd better tell me sooner rather than later. Who knows how many more tortures this demon has in store for me?"

Hai Wu no longer glared at him fiercely, but looked at him with a sorrowful gaze. "Will it be safe if I tell him? The Qinglong Society's tortures are still waiting," Hai Wu thought sadly. Zhou Gou'er finished washing Hai Wu and looked at him fearfully.

"Smear honey all over his groin, remember to smear it generously," Long Jianren ordered and left, leaving only two pale-eyed men standing there. "Fifth Brother, this is a matter of life and death, you should just tell him," Zhou Gou'er pleaded again, crying.

"Hehehe, although I, Hai, am not a great hero, I still have much more backbone than some dogs."

"You, Hai, I'm trying to advise you, you're like a dead mother's only son—hopeless." Enraged, Zhou Gou'er grabbed a handful of honey and smeared it on Hai Wu's magnificent manhood. When Long Jianren returned, Hai Wu's manhood was covered in honey, layer upon layer. When Zhou Gou'er saw the honeycomb in Long Jianren's hand, his face turned deathly pale, and he muttered, "Hai Wu, now you're on your own."

"Get out of the way, I'll bring him good news."

Hearing this, Zhou Gou'er scrambled away from Hai Wu and hid behind Long Jianren. Long Jianren smiled and threw the honeycomb down on Hai Wu's crotch. The honeycomb landed accurately on the red dragon head, and the bees that had escaped the true energy instantly swarmed all over Hai Wu's manhood.

"Ah! Ah!" Hai Wu's screams echoed continuously in the small, secret room.

Hai Wu was tortured for three days, and in those three days he finally understood what it meant to be inhuman. For those three days, he wanted to die, but Long Jianren saved him with his inner energy and silver needles.

"You want to know? I'll tell you everything." Three days of torture shattered his pride. Long Jianren smiled slightly, ignoring him, and continued to insert the silver needles into his body. This "Twelve-Strike Ghost Needle" technique was inherently extremely dangerous; only highly skilled traditional Chinese medicine practitioners dared to use it on a patient. Each of the twelve needles was more painful than the last, using excruciating pain to awaken the patient's consciousness. This method of fighting poison with poison, now used on a living person, had predictable results.

The screams echoed again in the quiet chamber, sending chills down Zhou Gou'er's spine. He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had given in early; now it was too late for Hai Wu to submit. After the twelve needles were inserted, Hai Wu no longer even had the will to die. He unconsciously said, "I'll tell you everything."

Long Jianren looked at Hai Wu, who was like a lump of dead mud, and shook his head helplessly, saying, "Ugh, you're already done for after only three days." Then he sighed again, "What are you going to say?" After saying that, he waved his right hand, and a sword aura shattered the wall on the left.

"You! What are you doing here!" Zhou Gou'er exclaimed in surprise when he saw the six people who appeared behind the wall!

"I didn't mean to betray the organization, I didn't mean to, please spare me." In a panic, he immediately knelt down and cried. The appearance of these Time Masters made him think that this was a test from the organization for him, and he was afraid when he thought about his performance. The Time Masters looked at him with disdain on their faces, but remained silent. Hai Wu also regained some consciousness at this time and said to the Time Masters, "What are you doing here too?" The Time Masters did not answer him, but shook their heads with bitter smiles.

"Have you thought it through?" Long Jianren said to them leisurely. The time lords gave a bitter smile and knelt down, saying, "Your subordinates greet Your Majesty." Seeing their obedient appearance, Long Jianren couldn't help but smile smugly, recalling what had happened that day and that night.

That day, after watching Mingjian walk away, Long Jianren dug out Hai Wu, who had been buried underground and was unconscious from excessive blood loss. After reviving him, he hypnotized him to obtain information about the branch he belonged to. He then casually took Zhou Gou'er to a secret room that he had asked Yu Renjie to prepare. This secret room contained another secret room, which was the room where he imprisoned the time lords.

He flew through the air and arrived in Fengcheng. Fengcheng was located in the southeastern prefecture of the White Tiger Kingdom, one of the three major military strongholds in the southeast, and also the economic center of the entire southeastern three prefectures and thirty-seven cities. The bustling Fengcheng had long since blurred the lines between day and night; at night, merchants from all over either indulged in revelry or conducted underground transactions.

Long Jianren entered through the south gate, and was immediately struck by an atmosphere of extravagance. In this city, amidst its corrupt prosperity, it had deeply degenerated. He didn't walk along the main streets, but instead wandered through the alleys. In the dark alleys, he walked quietly, seemingly searching for something. Suddenly, he saw the character for "dog" in a corner. This character looked like a child's scribble, completely devoid of mystery. Yet, hidden within this single character was the most mysterious organization.

This was the code for the entire branch; each alley had a character, and this character was the code. Those who didn't know the pattern, even if they found all ten characters, wouldn't know what the code was. As Long Jianren wandered through the alleys, he couldn't help but admire the Azure Dragon Society's ingenious design; such a clever code was truly a genius creation. Having found all ten characters, he arrived at the slums, the most real and filthy place in the entire city.

The slums didn't house poor people, but rather underground traders; every item sold there was worth more than anything circulating on the streets. In the low, dilapidated houses, priceless goods were always at play. Long Jianren arrived at a long-abandoned courtyard and knocked on its worn-out door.

"You dog's life is back in Nanshi, come see me!" he said, uttering the code, before entering. He knew that without the code, he might already be a corpse. After entering, he went directly to the dry well in the courtyard and jumped in. Below the well was a hidden world; through a secret passage, he found himself in a magnificent hall.

Seven people sat in the hall, one in the central golden chair, and six others seated on either side. The one in the center was the day master of the August 7th branch. The six others were the hour masters. The Azure Dragon Society established its branches according to the 360-day cycle, with each branch representing one day. Each month has a Moon Lord, above whom are the Seven Stars, and above the Seven Stars is the leader of the Azure Dragon Society—the Dragon King.

Each day has a Sun Lord, and below the Sun Lord are twelve Hour Lords. The twelve Hour Lords assist the Sun Lord in handling branch affairs, and each Hour Lord is further assisted by twelve Deputy Hour Lords. The sixty people under the jurisdiction of each Hour Lord are considered members of the Azure Dragon Society; the rest are unofficial members, such as Zhou Gou'er.

Of course, each "day" has twelve Hour Commands, these twelve being special assassins. Each month has two Solar Terms, which govern the Hour Commands. Hai Wu was also a Deputy Hour Lord—Wu Chu. Although he was also in Fengcheng, he could have avoided this mission, but upon hearing that a stunningly beautiful woman was traveling with him, and being naturally lustful, he volunteered, only to suffer a terrible fate.

The Seven Sun Lords and Six Hour Lords were astonished to see this stranger. Long Jianren ignored their surprise, flicked his right hand, and the Sun Lord, who was on high alert, felt a chill on his chest and lost consciousness. The six Time Masters stared blankly at the blood gushing from the Sun Master's chest, completely unaware of the thin line of blood on their own necks.
By the time they reacted, Long Jianren had already kicked the Sun Master off his seat and taken his place. The Time Masters, who had initially intended to unleash a torrent of curses, saw the spinning silver ball at Long Jianren's fingertip and instantly swallowed their words. A sword pellet, a symbol of a master swordsman. The condensation of a sword pellet signified that the person had reached a certain level in the way of the sword. Even with all six of them attacking, they couldn't stop this sword pellet.

"I know you're not convinced, but it's alright," Long Jianren said leisurely to the six Time Masters. The Hour Master couldn't help but sneer, "Does Your Excellency think a mere sword pellet can contend with the Azure Dragon Society? Heh, what a ridiculous joke." Long Jianren stared at the dazzling sword pellet, shook his head, and said to the six Hour Masters, "How could that be? I, Long Jianren, have come to pledge allegiance to the Azure Dragon Society. This man is my pledge of loyalty."

"Hahaha, you killed the Day Master and came to pledge allegiance to the Azure Dragon Society, hahaha!" The Hour Master was enraged; he thought this man must be insane. Long Jianren looked at them seriously, "This man is utterly incompetent, occupying the position of Day Master for three years without making any contribution. Such a good-for-nothing, I will eliminate him for the Dragon King, and the Dragon King will surely approve."

The six Hour Masters fell silent, resisting with silence. They knew that without the approval of all twelve Hour Masters, his ambition to become Day Master was nothing but wishful thinking. Long Jianren understood this as well, so he didn't kill them. He devised a plan to imprison the six Hour Masters in a secret chamber and show them his methods. Over the past three days, the six Time Lords watched Hai Wu being tortured, their fear of Long Jianren growing stronger. They couldn't help but think, "Who becomes the Day Lord is none of our business; we don't need to suffer for a dead man."

Having made up their minds, they formally acknowledged Long Jianren as their Day Lord, and Long Jianren finally took the first step. Long Jianren instructed Zhou Gou'er to carry Hai Wu out of the secret room and place him in Yu Renjie's house to recuperate. He then led the six Time Lords back to Fengcheng, awaiting the final step of succession at the stronghold. The six Time Lords quickly found the other six Time Lords, who returned to the stronghold puzzled.

"Old Yan, why were you summoned? Don't you know I have a difficult task?" the last Time Lord, Hai, asked the Time Lord, Yin. The other five Time Lords, though silent, also looked at them with confusion.

"Hahaha, it's alright. I'll have them summon you back so you can meet your new master." Laughing, Long Jianren walked in from the gate. He deliberately channeled his true energy; with each step, a menacing sword aura pressed down on the twelve Time Lords present. When he reached the golden chair and looked down at the twelve Time Lords, their backs were already soaked with sweat.

"Your subordinates greet Your Majesty."

The six Time Lords, still unaware of what was happening, stared blankly as their former comrades submitted at the feet of this stranger. They frantically pondered what was going on.

"Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish." Long Jianren coldly looked at the six standing men, and with a wave of his sleeve, six silver lights stopped before the hearts of the six Time Lords. The six Time Lords, looking at the sword aura stopped before their chests, felt a sense of powerlessness. They had never known that sword aura could linger; with this one technique of controlling and condensing sword aura, they were powerless to resist.
They were ruthless figures in the Azure Dragon Society; gains and losses were decided in a single thought.

"Since they have already surrendered, why should I remain loyal to a dead man?"

At this moment, the twelve rulers, whether convinced in their hearts or in their words, all bowed down before Long Jianren. Long Jianren ordered the Zi Shi (子时) Master to draft a document stating: "The previous Master of the Day was a mere figurehead, serving for three years without any merit. Now, the extraordinary Long Jianren, acting on behalf of the Society, has slain villains and rid the Society of harm; therefore, he is appointed to succeed the previous Master based on merit. All twelve Masters of the Day are willing to serve the Master. Long Jianren possesses profound swordsmanship, foresight, and decisiveness; it is a great fortune for him to assume this position and to revitalize our Society."

This document had barely been sent when the August Master replied: "Regarding the events of the past seven days, the following decree is hereby issued: Linghu Yu has served for three years without any merit. Long Jianren's sword has slain the incompetent and warned the villains, a service to our Society. Long Jianren is hereby appointed Master of the Seven Days, to further our Society and share in the Dragon's grace." Long Jianren examined the appointment document and couldn't help but sigh that the Azure Dragon Society was truly worthless. Even if Linghu Yu was a pig, he had at least put in the effort for three years without any merit, and yet he was discarded like a pawn; Long Jianren truly felt sorry for him.

[The End]

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