Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 5, Chapter 3

Chapter Three: The Path of Magic .

Luck and successful tactical maneuvering not only saved me from certain death but also secured a resounding victory, forcing the Zoroastrian Church to withdraw as agreed and granting me three days of respite.

"I never imagined there were truly skilled beast magic users. It's an eye-opener. But if I had known, I would have used a Blazing Wyvern against you; you might not have won then,"

Natasha said before retreating. She was, after all, a truly capable beast magic user; after a moment's thought, she understood the reason for the defeat. Her words, however, deeply alarmed me.

Training a wyvern into a beast magic user meant at least a level five beast magic user; judging by her confidence, she might even be a powerful level six beast magic user. Because they were both dragons, dragon fear had almost no effect on wyverns, while compared to my still-developing weak dragon spider, a wyvern could easily defeat me. In that case, I would be finished.

But at least I survived this ordeal. Back in our camp, although I didn't receive a hero's cheer, everyone's attitude and gaze towards me had changed, which was quite gratifying.

However, this didn't mean there were no problems, because from the moment I unleashed the Beast King Fist, a layer of doubt had crept into their hearts. Undoubtedly, the Beast King Fist was widely known in Youli, and nine out of ten orcs of the Fire Worship Cult practiced it diligently. However, those were mostly methods for increasing strength and power generation; the authentic Beast King Fist, like mine, was usually only seen in important figures personally instructed by the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Their doubts were temporarily suppressed by Fang Qingshu's enthusiastic attitude towards me. From his stiff posture, I knew this young master wasn't used to such friendly gestures; it was merely another tactic to suppress any potential division.

Mao Yan'an, who had risked his life to support my decision, was now naturally in high spirits, boasting of his foresight. This guy is all alone anyway. If someone were to actually take his life, I wonder if this washed-up artist would be the first to run with his lightning speed?

Back in the city, we inquired about the details of the battle on the other side and were surprised to find that both Neon and Yu Ni had returned injured, with the older sister, Yu Ni, being particularly badly wounded and nearly dying.

In the defense of the northeastern cliff, the Neon sisters, working together, were truly unstoppable. Without using their transformation powers, they dealt a heavy blow to the enemy.

The Zoroastrian Church had indeed mobilized its elite forces, more than ten level four experts, and even two level five masters of similar strength to Neon, who silently climbed up the northeastern cliff. If we hadn't intercepted them and they had launched a surprise attack on the city, we would have suffered a complete defeat; if we hadn't intercepted them earlier, [www.uu158.com] and the orcs had reached the plains, we would have certainly paid a heavy price as well.

However, because our judgment was correct, Neon had already arrived with her forces when the orcs were halfway up the cliff. Unable to find solid ground beneath their feet, the orcs were reduced to less than half their former strength; the winged creatures, however, moved with ease, launching attacks with agility and grace. While

the orcs' martial prowess was undeniable, and the two expert beast demons were not to be underestimated, they ultimately suffered from the disadvantage of being in mid-air. The combined efforts of Yu Ni and Yu Hong, unleashing a barrage of Thunder Feather Star Arrows, sent one orc warrior after another crashing off the cliff, securing a resounding victory.

However, an unexpected event occurred immediately after their victory. According to those present, just as the two sisters landed back on the cliff, a cold, icy blade of light flashed from the ground, striking Yu Hong's calf.

"Ah!"

A cry of pain rang out, blood splattering. Although Yu Hong reacted quickly, she only managed to dodge with her left foot, leaving a deep gash on her right calf.

Seeing her sister injured, Yu Ni was filled with shock and rage, unleashing her full power to kill the attacker. Perhaps it was because her opponent's speed and strength were not formidable that she made such a careless decision. Her hasty attack simultaneously exposed her weaknesses, giving the enemy an opening.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Yu Ni had probably anticipated that her enemy would be sent flying through the air, but what she hadn't anticipated was the meteor-like speed of the blade, several times faster than before, and the sixth-level power that erupted like a torrent. The

renowned goddess constable was, after all, truly skilled. Even in this dire situation, Yu Ni was able to resist, fully activating her "half-beast transformation," which would have severely damaged her vitality, raising her power to the sixth level as well, and managing to withstand the blow.

After the attack, her opponent didn't pause. Before Yu Hong could attack, she spun around and disappeared into the ground like mercury.

As a result, although she successfully intercepted the enemy, both Yu Ni and Yu Hong were injured and unable to reach the front lines. As for the attacker, their movements were incredibly swift. Aside from the fact that she was dressed in black, the female winged warriors present couldn't discern any clear distinguishing features. Even Yu Ni and Yu Hong, who had fought her at close range, only remembered that she was petite and, unlike a beastman, resembled a human woman.

The attacker's weapon wasn't poisoned. Yu Hong's injuries were relatively minor; after bandaging, she was fine, but her mobility would inevitably be affected for a period. Yu Ni's condition was worse. Although she managed to protect her heart meridian in time, the force of the blade still damaged her internal organs. Coupled with having undergone two half-beast transformations in a short period, her vital energy was depleted, and the burning pain of blood was unbearable. She would be completely unable to fight for a month or two.

After visiting Yu Ni, the group gathered to discuss and speculate about the mysterious assassin's origins. Fang Qingshu was the first to raise a question.

"This attack on Junior Sister Yu Hong was merely a feint; the real target was Junior Sister Yu Ni. However, judging from the professionalism and process of the assassination, it doesn't seem like the style of the Fire Worship Cult. What is the Clan Leader's opinion on this?"

A top-tier expert possessing strength above level six is a renowned figure not only within the Fire Worship Cult but throughout the entire land. If they had entered the battle from the beginning, whether from the front or the rear, they could have turned the tide of the battle. Why launch a sneak attack when the outcome was already decided?

Katrina pondered, "I'm not entirely sure either. Although the orcs of the Zoroastrian Church are ferocious, they mostly attack head-on, and I've almost never heard of any assassinations. Besides, from the description just now, the way that person moved underground seemed like a water-based magic technique called 'escape'..."

Water magic is a special art form prevalent in the Eastern Ocean region, also commonly known locally as "ninjutsu." Those who use ninjutsu are called "ninjas," and this is well-known worldwide. The most famous ninjutsu groups, besides a few ninja villages, are the Black Dragon King's ninja army.

"If it really is an escape technique, then it's quite obvious."

Mao Yan'an nodded, "When I was in the Golden Finch Federation, I saw someone demonstrate the Divine Wind Sword Technique. In my opinion, the way the enemy attacked Yu Ni with that sword strike looks a lot like a move from that technique called 'Cherry Blossom Snowstorm'?"

The people present didn't have as much knowledge as him. Apart from Fang Qingshu, it was already quite good that the rest of them had even heard of this sword technique, but seeing Fang Qingshu nodding repeatedly, it seemed that what he said was correct.

Seeing the crowd's confusion, Katrina explained to her people that the Divine Wind Blade Technique was a sword technique created by the Black Dragon Society for its warriors, characterized by its unconventional and ruthless speed. If that person truly used the Divine Wind Blade Technique, combined with earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a type of magic that allows one to escape through the ground), could she really be a member of the Black Dragon Society?

"Black Dragon Society, female, sixth-level strength, skilled in assassination..."

Mao Yan'an's eyes flashed with fear as he finished speaking, and not only him, but everyone who had thought of that answer cried out in unison.

"Ghostly Evening!"

The name Ghostly Evening was initially only known in the East Sea, not on the mainland. It was only after someone ranked the seven famous flowers that this "Yellow Spring Chrysanthemum" became widely known. But since the Nalivia incident, the various nations of the mainland united to suppress the Black Dragon Society's expansion and kept a close eye on its key personnel. The name Ghostly Evening became a nightmare for the leaders of all sides.

The leader of the Black Dragon Society's ninja army, her martial arts skills were passed down from the Black Dragon King, and she specializes in assassination and sniping. Since her debut, she has carried out 178 missions without ever failing, and no one has ever seen her true face. The only thing known to the world is that Ghostly Evening is very young, at most only ten years old, and is a woman with an exceptionally beautiful appearance.

Her beauty was undeniable; otherwise, how could she be worthy of being listed among the seven most beautiful women in the martial world? Based on the impression left by Nalivia, at least one more characteristic should be added: a pair of full, voluptuous breasts disproportionate to her slender waist.

However, to see this beauty, one had to pay a price… a very high price. For this ninja who lived in the shadows to emerge, it was likely that at the same moment she appeared, a chrysanthemum, meant for burial, silently opened the path to the underworld.

That time, if Sister Dragon Girl hadn't arrived in time, Ah Xue and I would surely have had that chrysanthemum stuck in our hair, one on each, hand in hand to the underworld.

“Ghostly Evening is a powerful general of the Black Dragon Society. Logically, there’s no reason for her to leave the East Sea, let alone come to such an inland place. This doesn’t make sense!”

Mao Yan’an shook his head and said, “But if it’s not Ghostly Evening, I can’t think of anyone else who fits this description.”

Logically, that’s

true, but I thought that Ghostly Evening must have been chasing after Dragon Girl, the two fighting their way inland, eventually arriving in the Youli area. However, Dragon Girl said she would lure Ghostly Evening away, preventing her from interfering in this already extremely complex battle. If that’s the case, Dragon Girl should be nearby by now. Why isn’t she helping? With her strength as one of the five strongest people in the world, her intervention would be of great help to our side. Could it be that Dragon Girl is hindered by some obstacle, unable to intervene, or perhaps she can’t even get here?

Thinking of this, I felt truly worried. Those present couldn't possibly know my thoughts, except for Katrina, whose expression shifted between worry and joy, seemingly pondering the same question as me. The Dragon Girl had come at her invitation, and with such powerful reinforcements yet to arrive, her doubts must be even deeper than mine.

"I trust Teacher's judgment; there's a high probability that Ghostly Evening has come in person. Although I don't know why, but..."

After considering it, Fang Qingshu still said what he was reluctant to say, "I hope it's not the Black Dragon Society and the Fire Worship Cult joining forces."

Upon hearing this, Katrina's expression naturally turned as grim as could be. Although the East Sea was thousands of miles away, if the Fire Worship Cult and the Black Dragon Society joined forces, regardless of the immense power of the two organizations, the Black Dragon King and the Beast Venerable alone would be enough to cripple the already weakened Feathered Clan, ensuring they would never recover.

Mao Yan'an said, "If that's really the case, besides the Yellow Spring Chrysanthemum, the Black Dragon Society seems to also have a Drunken Immortal Poppy. I wonder if there's any chance of seeing it?"

Now wasn't the right time to discuss this topic, as Mao Yan'an's tone lacked any seriousness. However, perhaps to ease the tense atmosphere, someone still asked him what that poppy flower was.

"Well, I think Qing Shu is better suited to answer that question. The Palace of Light has been collecting intelligence on various forces for a long time, so its understanding of the Black Dragon Society is definitely deeper than mine."

The person who started the conversation shifted responsibility like this, and Fang Qing Shu could only feign being framed and explain to everyone.

The Black Dragon Society, from the Black Dragon King down, has nine divine generals who command fleets and dominate the East Sea. However, since the fleets cannot land, they don't affect their land dominance. For the continental nations, the two humanoid avatars of the Black Dragon Society are actually more threatening.

These two women, referred to by the Black Dragon King as "human incarnations," swore undying loyalty to him. They were elusive and never revealed their true identities, serving directly under the Black Dragon King and obeying no one else's orders. One of them was "Yellow Spring Chrysanthemum," the Ghostly Night, who commanded the ninja army; the other human incarnation was codenamed "Poppy," from which she earned the nickname "Drunken Immortal Poppy."

"The information gathered by Cihang Jingdian does contain some related to Gui Meixi, but as for this Poppy, aside from knowing she's female, we can't be certain of anything else. She seems to be a master of water-based ninjutsu, but there are also rumors that she's highly skilled in dark magic. Which is true is beyond our ability to confirm,"

Fang Qingshu said solemnly. "Only one thing is certain. Compared to Gui Meixi, this lone Poppy is more like the Black Dragon King's trump card. Gui Meixi can assassinate the Black Dragon King's enemies, but this Poppy can make the Black Dragon Society's enemies bring their subordinates to the Black Dragon Society. The Black Dragon Society's invincibility in the East Sea, overwhelming all opposing forces, is probably more attributable to these two women than the Nine Divine Generals."

Hearing Fang Qingshu's words, everyone showed worried expressions. Compared to the Fire Worship Cult's direct assault, these two unpredictable and mysterious enemies posed a different kind of threat to the Feather Clan.

"Hey, don't look so serious. You're actually thinking about something else, aren't you?"

Showing no respect, Mao Yan'an nudged me with his elbow and chuckled softly, "You must be wondering how those two women were chosen as the Ten Beauties if no one had ever seen them, right?"

The Four Heavenly Maidens and Seven Famous Flowers—because the Dragon Maiden took two spots, and the twin sisters Yu Ni and Yu Hong looked exactly alike, they were only considered among the Ten Beauties.

The Dragon Maiden was busy with war and almost never left the East Sea, but some people still saw her unparalleled beauty, allowing her fame to spread. But what about Ghostly Evening and that Poppy? If no one had ever seen their true faces, how could they be ranked among the Ten Beauties? I was genuinely curious.

Even Mao Yan'an couldn't answer this question. When I pressed him, he could only shrug and smile wryly, "Who knows? Could it be that the Black Dragon Society bought or rigged the votes?"

The discussion ultimately yielded no results. The Great Sun Mirror, missing its lens, is essentially useless, unable to provide the energy needed for flight in Skeva Tower City. Neon and her companion are injured, and with the female warriors lost in today's battle, the Feather Clan's fighting strength is severely weakened. If a protracted war ensues, it's foreseeable that we'll be finished.

Since we're not going to die today anyway, I'll put these troublesome matters aside and focus on getting Ah Xue, who's been imprisoned, out.

This goes more smoothly than expected. My performance in turning the tide in the duel, and the strong support from Fang Qingshu and Mao Yan'an, give me a strong voice. Although the Feather Clan may not be entirely convinced, Neon and her companion haven't participated in the discussion, reducing resistance considerably. After some effort, under the premise of working together against the enemy, Katrina agrees to release her.

But things weren't as simple as we thought. While we were out fighting, Ah Xue, who had been imprisoned, was subjected to torture by the Feathered Clan female warriors on the way to her prison. Although it wasn't any particularly cruel torture, she was still beaten and kicked. When we rushed to release her, she was already unconscious and covered in wounds in her cell.

This incident aroused our collective anger. I could understand the Feathered Clan's feelings, but if I were to sympathize with them, the sun would surely be a triangle tomorrow.

To quell our anger, Katrina personally removed Ah Xue's shackles, granting her freedom and guaranteeing that she would receive the best possible treatment.

There was probably no doctor in the Feathered Clan better than Fang Qingshu's healing spell. After the treatment, it was time for my apprentice and I to be alone together. The Feathered Clan has its own troubles. Since they've entered into a protracted war, this conflict needs to be considered from a deeper perspective. Ultimately, Fang Qingshu is just an outsider, here to help based on principles of justice and morality, but he doesn't need to live and die with the Feathered Clan. Once the city falls, he and Neon will likely have no problem breaking through and escaping, but the others will only be left to die.

I don't want to obediently wait to die, so I need to start thinking of a way. Improving my own power in a short time is almost impossible; the only possibility is to seek help from Phoenix. However, this female demon is ruthless. The bonus from one wish has already made me suffer terribly; I can't imagine what additional price I'll have to pay if I ask for another wish.

Improving my own strength is not an option, so the only choice is to create a safe zone. Fang Qingshu's martial arts skills can definitely provide me with a safe zone, but he's unlikely to risk his life to protect me. The person most likely to fulfill both of these conditions is naturally Ah Xue, who is right in front of me. As long as I can unleash the full power of Tianhe Xueqiong, breaking through the encirclement won't be a problem.

Ah Xue's coma lasted a whole day. Although the healing spell can accelerate physical injuries, it's not as effective at eliminating viruses, and its effectiveness in treating fever and colds is also limited. So, it wasn't until the evening of the second day that she woke up.

The ceasefire period has almost expired. If the Fire Worship Cult attacks again, how long the Feather Clan can hold out is unknown. I must speed things up.

According to the original plan, persuading Ah Xue to practice dark magic should be the most difficult part of the entire plan, because this stubborn girl is so inflexible and always outwardly agrees but inwardly disagrees on this matter.

However, reality is unpredictable. Having prepared a whole host of reasons to persuade her, I never imagined that the first thing Ah Xue did after waking up was to get out of bed, kneel on the floor, and beg me to teach her dark magic.

I was genuinely stunned, but upon reflection, it wasn't so strange. Phoenix's scheme was brilliant. After such an injustice and a near-death experience, a person's perspective would inevitably change. Even the most mild-mannered person should understand that the law of the jungle is the ironclad rule of the world, and unless one possesses immense power, such things will only repeat themselves.

But, I was clearly too naive to think that way.

"You're finally listening to me properly, and I'm so happy about that. You must have realized you need to strive harder and teach those bird women who hurt you a lesson, right?"

"No… this whole thing was my fault. If it weren't for me, the Feather Clan wouldn't be in such danger. I have a responsibility to atone for my mistakes."

Ah Xue said earnestly, word by word, "Master, you said dark magic is a sinful and evil path. I… don't want to walk that path, but now I need to make amends for my mistakes and help the Feather Clan defeat the enemy. That requires great power, so I hope to use my sins to bring peace and rebirth to the Feather Clan."

"Go to hell!"

Actually, I wanted to say "fuck your mother," but after suppressing it, I only uttered those four words coldly.

Ah Xue's appearance infuriated me; it was like seeing a stubborn, unrepentant woman. Especially her pious, martyr-like expression—for some reason, it just made my anger rise.

We two have always been different. Despite everything we've been through, her thoughts and mine have never aligned. The distance between us remains so vast, perhaps that's why I'm so enraged.

The conspiracy to defile this Holy Maiden of Light has been shattered once again! No, actually, that idea is ridiculous, because in terms of character, the true Holy Maiden of Light should be Xue. The icy aura emanating from Tianhe Xueqiong is almost aloof; I simply don't believe she would make such a sacrifice for the Feather Clan.

In this sense, what the Cihang Jingdian did wasn't creating a Holy Maiden; on the contrary, the religious fanatics' education stifled a girl with a pure heart. And when that education and training are erased, Xue, truly possessing the heart of a Holy Maiden, appears more perfect than Tianhe Xueqiong.

But I will never let this continue. Although Ah Xue has managed to stick to her path so far, once she begins practicing dark magic, she will inevitably have to sacrifice living beings to increase her cultivation and forge a pact with the dark gods. The higher her dark magic cultivation, the more corpses she will accumulate along the way. And what saintly woman in the world is a bloodthirsty killer?

With this in mind, I didn't say anything more to Ah Xue. I simply gave her a few pages of spell manuals that I had memorized from the Blood Nightmare Manual and asked her to memorize them first. I would come back to guide her on the cultivation method after I finished the preparations.

Then, I left Ah Xue in the room and sneaked out to begin my preparations.

The so-called preparations were actually finding sacrifices. To practice dark magic, one must kill. If the goal is to cultivate high-level spells with powerful destructive force, then the sacrificial offerings are naturally not suitable for chickens or ducks. In the end, humans are the most suitable.

Of course, it's not only humans who can use them; other subhumans are also suitable, with varying effects. If I were to capture some orcs or half-orcs as sacrifices, those clumsy and barbaric creatures would lack the spirituality required to sacrifice a high-ranking demon god. However, compared to humans, the winged race, with their angelic blood, might be more effective.

This wouldn't be a problem, because in Skeva's City, winged race members are plentiful to capture. Neon is naturally a good candidate; both sisters are currently injured and quite unpleasant, making them perfect sacrifices. However, their martial arts are too high; even a sneak attack wouldn't be successful, and a missed strike would have dire consequences. Therefore

, it's best to find ordinary winged female warriors as sacrifices. Just as I was pondering where to find a victim, a candidate came to mind. The winged female warrior Huang Ying, whom I slept with a few nights ago but was thrown to the ground for her rudeness, has both enmity and resentment towards me. Now is a time when the winged race needs manpower; she probably wouldn't object to sacrificing herself for her people.

Things went smoothly. Huang Ying had been slightly injured in the battles of the past few days and was resting in her room. I knocked lightly on the door a few times, and she answered, still fast asleep, taking a while to open it.

She was clearly surprised to see me, but because of my achievements these past two days, which had established my image and status, her displeasure quickly passed. She asked what I wanted to see her about.

"It's like this," I said, "to defeat the orcs, I've come up with a tactic, but to execute it, I need a sacrifice. I wonder if you could help me find one?"

Hearing the seriousness of my words, Huang Ying asked intently, "What kind of sacrifice do you need?"

"A sacrifice like you."

Before she could even react, a handkerchief stained with a sleeping potion was already pressed against her face. A hint of mockery lingered in Huang Ying's eyes, as if she disdained that I would resort to such a trivial method to ambush her.

A few days ago, such arrogance wouldn't have been considered excessive, because considering the difference in our martial arts skills, she could indeed have knocked me down before the potion took effect, unaffected. But this naive idea is not applicable at this moment, because after mastering the Beast King Fist, I will have enough ability to overcome the unfavorable situation.

(Beast King Fist - Vajra Ape Arm.

channeling the power of the Beast King Fist, my right arm instantly transformed into a thick, massive ape arm, no less powerful than a strike from a round log or iron pestle. It slammed heavily into her abdomen. Caught off guard, she could only let out a muffled groan, but in doing so, she gasped for breath before losing consciousness.

Easily, I'd ambushed this bird woman. The feeling of being a master is truly exhilarating.

Dark magic varies greatly, depending on the specific spell and the needs of the deity. Sometimes it requires a large amount of blood, sometimes it involves cutting off hands and feet, or removing a pile of internal organs—it's quite disgusting for those unaccustomed to it. However, higher-level dark magic usually requires a living sacrifice when the initial contract is formed. Because of this, I only knocked this bird woman unconscious, not killed her immediately.

Of course, another reason was that if someone saw me now, carrying an unconscious living person would be easier to explain than carrying a dead one.)

"Hmph, I haven't had much chance to kill lately. You bird women think I'm harmless? I'll drag you away and slaughter you now, so you bitch will know how powerful I am."

Carrying the unconscious Huang Ying on my shoulder, to be honest, it was incredibly heavy. I carried her carefully towards my lodgings, my mind already racing, planning how to bleed her, draw the magic circle, and then summon the dark god to teach Ah Xue her skills.

Knowing the way well, I easily evaded the Feather Clan patrol. However, just as I was feeling smug, a furious shout rang out behind me.

"Brother Lan, what are you doing?"

The shout nearly scared me out of my wits. If it had been someone from the Feather Clan, or even Katrina herself, I wouldn't have been so afraid. The problem was, it was a man. In the city of Skeva, besides myself, the only other man besides me was Fang Qingshu, who had recently slain a powerful beast demon with a single sword strike, a feat that had shaken the Fire Worship Cult.

"Hey, Brother Fang, hello, I… I am now…"

I stammered, my guilty conscience obvious to anyone. Unlike Neon, Fang Qingshu was outwardly flexible but inwardly principled. While he held firm to his principles, he also knew how to adapt. His inner thoughts were truly meticulous, and it was almost impossible to deceive him with a lie in a moment of haste.

"Brother Lan, what are you doing out here in the middle of the night instead of resting in your room?"

Fang Qingshu's eyes grew increasingly sharp, and a murderous aura gradually surfaced on his face. If he were to turn on me, how could I possibly withstand his attack? The difference in strength between us was so vast; how could I possibly take

a single blow from his sword? If I threw Huang Ying to block the sword and took the opportunity to escape, would my chances of survival be any better? No, because judging from Fang Qingshu's posture alone, he had already anticipated this possibility. Moreover, while I was racking my brains, his murderous aura had already enveloped my entire body, leaving me without the strength to even move a finger.

If this continued, I would surely be dead. Fortunately, fate always offers a way out for the wicked. Just as Fang Qingshu was about to speak again, a faint commotion made him turn to his right. Immediately following, Mao Yan'an came running from the left, furious.

"Hey, what are you two doing staring at each other like that? Even jealousy has its limits! The Fire Worship Cult has launched a surprise attack, breaking through four of our defenses. Now only the last line remains. The situation is critical. Aren't you two going to help?"

These words startled both Fang Qingshu and me. The orcs are crude and uncultured, but they value integrity highly. Once a word is spoken, if it cannot be kept, it will be a lifelong disgrace to their people—a fact even their enemies, the Feathered Clan, must acknowledge.

We agreed to a truce only two days ago, not even three days have passed. Why have the orcs suddenly launched an attack?

Without a reason, and if the Zoroastrian army truly launched a surprise attack when we were unprepared, our casualties would be heavy, and the situation would be extremely critical. Understanding these crucial points, Fang Qingshu glanced at me, his anger still simmering, but immediately turned and rushed towards the battle.

Startled, I nearly lost my balance, and the unconscious woman I was carrying on my shoulder fell to the ground. The most hateful thing, however, was that unscrupulous old man who seized the opportunity to lean close to me, patting my shoulder and saying,

"Hey, kid, thank me. If it weren't for me, you would have been killed by him with a single sword strike."

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