【The Reflection of the Sword's Ridge】 12 What was destined to come has finally arrived.

"What's coming has finally arrived
!" Sakuragi Niji said to Lu Feng with a coquettish smile, "Grandpa, shall we continue?"
Lu Feng's vital point was Sakuragi Niji's toes, so he dared not make a move. Moreover, what was originally hard softened rapidly
. Only now did he realize that he was facing a Japanese woman who was as beautiful as a flower but as ruthless as a tiger.
Sakuragi Niji found that she, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, was now dejected, and couldn't help but smile even more charmingly
. "Oh... what's wrong? I just heard you praising me, saying that I
am better than the girls in the Apricot Blossom Courtyard. Why are you backing down now?"
Although she smiled sweetly and coquettishly, how could Lu Feng regain his composure under such circumstances? He dared not
attack Sakuragi Niji, and could only stand there frozen, truly a pathetic sight.
"It seems you don't have a good impression of me, sir," Sakuragi Niji continued with a smile. "Then I'll have to discuss
some serious matters with you..." Lu Feng asked tremblingly, "What serious matters...?"
A cold glint flashed in Sakuragi Niji's almond-shaped eyes. "Where did my fellow disciple, Miyamoto Ying, go?" Lu Feng
said haltingly, "Didn't I just say? He dueled with my master, lost, and left Suzhou...
"
Suddenly, Sakuragi Niji's toes tightened, and Lu Feng immediately let out a scream, his legs trembling. Sakuragi Niji
, still in her usual coquettish voice, said, "Sir, although I am young, I am not a three-year-old child... Please
, tell me the truth... If the truth were as you say, the five of you wouldn't have chased after me trying to
eliminate me..."
Lu Feng said in a trembling voice, "Your fellow disciple fought my master and fled after being injured... That's the truth
... There were other senior martial arts practitioners from Suzhou watching the battle..."
Sakuragi Niji thought for a moment, "The place where they fought was that ancient temple just now, right?" Lu Feng nodded.
Sakuragi Niji continued to ask, "Just now, I followed Miyamoto Ying's footprints and lost track of them around here.
Was that your doing?"
Lu Feng shook his head repeatedly, "No... After our master's victory, we all returned to the mansion
and didn't arrange for anyone to track your fellow disciple..." Sakuragi Niji increased the pressure on her toes. "Is that
true?" "
???" Lu Feng, sweating profusely, nodded repeatedly. "Absolutely true! If I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning!" Sakuragi
Hong said sweetly, "Whether I'll be struck by lightning or not, I can't be sure, but as for being childless, I
can guarantee that, sir..." Lu Feng waved his hands frantically, "Heroine, spare my life... I really haven't hidden a
single word, heroine, please spare my life..."
Sakuragi Hong nodded, "Alright! I'll believe you for now. If you're found to have lied, you can
expect to be a eunuch!" Lu Feng quickly said, "No, no... I absolutely haven't hidden anything from you, heroine!"
Sakuragi Hong cried out "Good!" and sprang to her feet, tapping Lu Feng's forehead with the hilt of her sword
. Lu Feng's eyes immediately rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious.
The enemies were all dealt with, and the smile on Sakuragi Hong's face vanished. 'It seems that besides Lu Qicheng's group
, there are others chasing Ying... Ying's current situation is extremely dangerous...'
Sakuragi Niji slowly walked to the clothes hidden on one side of the open space, preparing to put them on before continuing her search for Miyamoto Ying
's whereabouts. Just then, she suddenly felt a surge of sword energy behind her. She was shocked; it turned out that besides Lu
Feng's five men, there were other experts lying in ambush.
Fortunately, Sakuragi Niji had received Japanese ninja training since childhood, and assassination was a ninja's forte. She immediately rolled on the ground
, narrowly avoiding the sword from behind.
Sakuragi Niji was skilled in ground fighting; after escaping, she remained on the ground and swung her sword to attack the attacker's legs. However,
the attacker was highly skilled, leaping into the air, rendering Sakuragi Niji's attacks futile, and even combining parrying and striking,
thrusting her sword downwards.
Sakuragi Niji drew both swords simultaneously, attempting to parry the incoming attack. However, the attacker's strike was fierce, and Sakuragi Niji could only
slow the attack slightly, unable to stop its momentum. Her face paled, and she decisively abandoned her swords,
rolling away to avoid being struck.
The attacker's sword missed its mark, and unable to retract it in time, it plunged deep into the grass. Sakuragi Niji rolled on the ground, reached
into the grass, and with a flick of her wrist, sent dozens of sharp, cold stars flying towards the attacker. It turned out that when Sakuragi Niji removed her clothes,
she had also hidden her weapons and concealed weapons in the surrounding grass.
The attacker, not expecting the naked Sakuragi Niji to be able to launch concealed weapons, and with his longsword still in the grass,
had no choice but to abandon his sword and use his lightness skill to dodge the projectiles. Sakuragi Niji also seized the opportunity to retrieve her two short swords and,
without a word, attacked.
In the darkness, Sakuragi Niji had clearly seen her attacker. This man, in his early forties and with a dignified appearance, was none other than
Lu Qicheng, the Lightning Sword. Shangguan Jing, shrewd and calculating, had long anticipated that Lu Feng and his group of five were no match for Sakuragi Hong. He merely intended to use them
to test Sakuragi Hong's abilities, allowing Lu Qicheng to gauge her skill before striking and killing her. Had
Sakuragi Hong not been skilled in assassination, she would have truly been pierced through the heart from behind by Lu Qicheng.
Lu Qicheng was unarmed, but as one of the top ten masters, he possessed considerable martial arts skills. Although somewhat
disheveled, Sakuragi Hong was unable to strike him for the time being. Although their exchange was still undecided, both had
a clear understanding of the situation. Sakuragi Hong's moves were often unexpected, but compared to the other Japanese visitor, Miyamoto Ei,
she was still some distance away. Lu Qicheng, after all, was older and possessed greater inner strength; unless Sakuragi Hong had another extraordinary move, her
chances of victory were slim.
At this moment, a middle-aged scholar emerged from the woods; it was Shangguan Jing. He had been observing the fight for a while and
knew that even if Lu Qicheng couldn't harm Yingmu Hong, he could at least defend himself. He walked to Lu Qicheng's longsword, drew it, and
threw it at him.
Upon seeing this, Lu Qicheng immediately used several palm strikes to repel Yingmu Hong, simultaneously leaping up to catch the sword. With his
sword in hand, he was even more unafraid of Yingmu Hong, unleashing his signature swordsmanship, each strike faster than the last, attacking Yingmu Hong.
With a fierce temperament, he also wielded a swift sword. For a moment, surrounded by three circles of sword light, a middle-aged man and a
naked Japanese beauty fought with all their might, creating a bizarre scene.
Lu Qicheng, a womanizer, had been too preoccupied with danger to appreciate the beauty before him, but now he could finally
lecherously stare at Sakuragi Niji's shapely body. Due to his status as a chivalrous hero, Lu Qicheng couldn't freely indulge in
womanizing, so the number of truly beautiful women he had encountered was very limited. Sakuragi Niji's breasts were firm, and her figure
alluring, even during the duel, she still stirred his imagination. Each time Sakuragi Niji launched a flying attack, the
crimson glimpse between her legs was faintly revealed, making Lu Qicheng's heart pound. Fortunately, his skill was profound,
allowing him to manage even with his attention divided.
Knowing she was outmatched and her chances of winning in a prolonged fight were slim, Sakuragi Niji knew she had to resort to a surprise attack. She suddenly
gave Lu Qicheng a seductive smile, causing his heart to flutter and his sword strike to slow slightly.
Shangguan Jing, watching from the sidelines, wasn't swayed by Sakuragi Niji's beauty. He had been observing the two's every move with keen eyes
. Suddenly noticing Lu Qicheng's slower sword strike, he knew something was wrong and immediately warned, "Brother Lu, be careful of this
witch's poisonous move!"
Sure enough, after a coquettish laugh, Sakuragi Niji flicked her wrists, sending two short swords flying towards Lu Qicheng's chest.
Although the move was unexpected, Lu Qicheng reacted quickly, deflecting both swords with his own. Sakuragi Niji
didn't continue her attack but instead turned and fled into the woods.
Under the moonlight, Lu Qicheng stared at Sakuragi Niji's bare back, a surge of desire rising within him. Sakuragi Niji's rounded
hips and the graceful muscles she flexed as she ran, like a black panther—beautiful yet dangerous, giving Lu Qicheng a
strange thrill. Lu Qicheng knew he was absolutely capable of handling this Japanese beauty, so he desperately wanted to defeat her and
make her submit to him. Therefore, he deliberately let Sakuragi Niji run a few steps before using his lightness skill to quickly catch up.
Suddenly, Sakuragi Niji stumbled, her pace slowing. Lu Qicheng was overjoyed and deliberately showed off his lightness skill,
landing behind Sakuragi Niji with a few leaps. In mid-air, he heard Shangguan Jing's voice, "Brother Lu, don't underestimate her!
" Shangguan Jing was known for his resourcefulness, and Lu Qicheng immediately felt a chill, quickly channeling his inner strength into his longsword as a
precaution.
But Sakuragi Niji didn't attack at all; she simply continued to sprint forward, twisting her waist. Lu Qicheng thought to himself that
Shangguan Jing had overthought things this time, but when his feet touched the ground and a sharp pain shot through the soles of his feet, he realized he
had indeed underestimated his opponent. It turned out that Sakuragi Hong had deliberately lured Lu Qicheng to this grassy area, which she had already covered with silver needles
. Lu Qicheng, bewitched by her beauty, had carelessly fallen into her
trap. As soon as Sakuragi Hong saw Lu Qicheng's pained expression, she knew he had stepped into her trap. She
scooped up a steel fork from the grass. With a sharp cry, she thrust the fork straight into Lu Qicheng's groin. Her
breasts rippled with her attack, but Lu Qicheng was too preoccupied
to appreciate the sight.
Lu Qicheng's feet were in excruciating pain, so he could only stand still and parry Sakuragi Hong's steel fork with his sword. Sakuragi Hong's attacks were swift
and precise, targeting Lu Qicheng's eyes, throat, groin, and other vital points. As the saying goes, "a shorter weapon is more dangerous." Lu Qicheng, caught off
guard, was overtaken by Sakuragi Hong. His longsword became less effective, forcing him to use his left hand as well,
attempting to seize Sakuragi Hong's wrist with bare hands. However, every time Lu Qicheng's hand approached Sakuragi Hong, her wrist seemed to
have no joints, twisting and turning until Lu Qicheng's hand was facing a steel fork. If Lu Qicheng hadn't reacted
swiftly, his palm would have been pierced.
Lu Qicheng, after all, was a seasoned swordsman. Remaining calm under pressure, he concentrated his inner strength into his longsword, forcefully
shattering it in two. Now, his sword was only half its original length, the same as Sakuragi Hong's steel fork
. The situation immediately changed. Under Lu Qicheng's relentless attacks, Sakuragi Hong gradually lost ground. Fortunately, Lu Qicheng was
in excruciating pain in his feet, hindering his movement and preventing him from unleashing many deadly moves, thus avoiding immediate defeat.
At this moment, Shangguan Jing also caught up. Knowing that the grassy area concealed traps, he dared not approach, only
launching hidden weapons from a distance to assist. Sakuragi Hong blocked Shangguan Jing's hidden weapon with her fork, but Lu Qicheng seized the opportunity,
slashing a bloody mark on her jade-like arm. Knowing she was no match for the two of them, Sakuragi Hong flicked her left hand, sending several smoke bombs hitting the grass
, her figure immediately enveloped in smoke.
Lu Qicheng continuously wielded his sword to protect himself until the smoke was blown away by the night wind. Shangguan Jing remained standing
aside, unwilling to step into the grass full of silver needles. "Brother Lu, how's your leg injury?"
Although Lu Qicheng's legs ached, he didn't feel numbness. With his rich experience in the martial world, he knew the silver
needles weren't poisoned, and he finally felt relieved. He gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Shangguan, after bandaging it up, I
can continue chasing that bitch! If I don't capture her tonight, I, Lu Qicheng, will never be called Lu again!"
Under the cover of smoke, Sakuragi Niji escaped and ran as fast as she could. After running for a while, she realized the blood on her arm was
still flowing. She was naked and unable to bandage her wound. She thought that if she couldn't stop the bleeding, she
would eventually collapse from blood loss and had to find a way quickly.
Just as Sakuragi Niji was frantic, she suddenly spotted a small hut in the woods. Overjoyed,
she immediately sped towards the hut. Desperate to stop the bleeding, she didn't bother knocking and jumped in through the window,
calling out, "Is anyone home? Is anyone home?"
A girl in white came out of the room upon hearing her call. "What brings you here so late at night?"
Sakuragi Niji turned around and was stunned. The girl in white had exquisite features, a truly stunning beauty, though
her eyes held a strange sense of bewilderment. She was none other than Miyamoto Ying, whom Sakuragi Niji had traveled a great distance across the Central Plains to find.
Overjoyed, Sakuragi Niji immediately rushed over to embrace Miyamoto Ying. Miyamoto Ying, seeing this naked girl suddenly
running towards her so happily, was utterly bewildered. Although she had lost her memory, she instinctively felt that the girl meant
her no harm, so she allowed her to embrace her.
Sakuragi Niji held Miyamoto Ying tightly, calling out repeatedly in Japanese, "Ying... I've finally found you...
" Miyamoto Ying asked in confusion, "Miss, are you calling me? Am I... Ying?" She
hadn't lost her language ability, so she could still communicate with Sakuragi Niji in Japanese.
Sakuragi Niji nodded repeatedly, "Ying, of course you're Ying... I'm Niji! Don't you recognize me?
"
Miyamoto Ying shook her head blankly. "I don't remember who you are. I don't remember who I am either." Hearing
this, Sakuragi Niji felt as if struck by lightning. "Ying, have you forgotten everything we had before? You promised
me that after completing Master's instructions and the journey to the Central Plains, you would never, ever leave me again... Don't you remember
?"
Miyamoto Ying still shook her head. She saw that the wound on Sakuragi Niji's arm was still bleeding profusely, and without hesitation,
tore her robe to bandage the wound. She herself didn't know why she cared so much for this girl she had never met
; it just happened naturally.
Sakuragi Niji watched Miyamoto Ying bandage her wounds. Although the wounds hurt, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart, thoroughly
enjoying it. 'Ying, are you suffering from dissociative identity disorder? Don't you remember who you are?' Miyamoto Ying nodded. 'I
woke up several days ago in this little hut. Du Lang found me unconscious in the woods and brought me here.
My mind is blank; I have no memory of anything from before.'
Sakuragi Niji said softly, 'Ying, you will get better. You will remember
the happy days we spent together…' She suddenly remembered something. 'By the way, where is this Du Lang you mentioned? Why
did you call him Du Lang?' "
..." Miyamoto Ying said gently, "Du Lang is so good to me... I
really don't know how I would have survived these past few days without him..."
A surge of jealousy welled up in Sakuragi Niji's heart. She gripped Miyamoto Ying's shoulders with both hands, "Ying, you're mine!
You need to quickly regain our shared memories and forget about that Du Lang!"
Miyamoto Ying was a little flustered, "But... I really don't know who you are..."
Just as the two were struggling with this dilemma, the door of the small hut was kicked open. Sakuragi Niji turned around and saw
that the newcomers were Lu Qicheng and Shangguan Jing. After entering, Lu Qicheng looked around and found that besides the still naked
Japanese witch, there was also a beautiful girl in white.
Lu Qicheng, who usually appeared dignified in front of others, had a ferocious expression, holding a broken sword and pointing the broken blade at Sakuragi
Niji, "Damn it!" "You little slut, if I don't fuck you to death later, I'm not
Lu!" He leered at Miyamoto Ying standing next to Sakuragi Niji, "This girl, I'll favor
you too later! Hehehe, you'll have your fun later!" Thinking that he could kill two
birds with one stone by subduing Sakuragi Niji, his manhood gradually hardened.
Shangguan Jing was also stunned by Miyamoto Ying's beauty, but he was shrewd and suddenly realized that the girl in white looked very
familiar. He thought for a moment, and the image of a white-clad swordsman suddenly appeared in his mind. He widened his eyes and pointed
at Miyamoto Ying, "Brother Lu, Brother Lu! This girl is Miyamoto Ying!"
Lu Qicheng was shocked when he heard this. He looked closely and saw that the girl in white, except for the lack of Miyamoto Ying's sharp killing intent in her eyes
, did look exactly like the Japanese swordsman. Lu Qicheng's
victory over Miyamoto Ying was entirely due to his despicable methods; in reality, his skill was far inferior to Miyamoto Ying's. Even
after the battle, Lu Qicheng was still shaken, only finding relief upon learning of Miyamoto Ying's poisoning and death
. In the throes of passion, he suddenly realized that his destined nemesis was still alive,
and his erection immediately went limp, nearly causing him to drop his sword.
Shangguan Jing, seeing Lu Qicheng's disheveled state, cursed inwardly but still shouted a warning, "Brother Lu, strike first
!"
Lu Qicheng, jolted awake, immediately gripped his broken sword and, steeling himself, attacked Miyamoto Ying. Miyamoto Ying
had lost all her memories but retained her skill, easily dodging the sword with a nimble spin. Seeing Lu Qicheng attack
Miyamoto Ying, whom he longed for, with his sword, Sakuragi Hong was enraged. She unleashed a powerful attack, "Two Dragons Fighting for the Pearl," aiming straight for Lu Qicheng's eyes.
Due to the urgency of the situation, Shangguan Jing didn't stand idly by. With a low growl, he launched a punch from behind at Sakuragi Hong.
Although skilled with hidden weapons, he practiced the hard-hitting Vajra Fist. He used all his strength in this punch; if it
landed, Sakuragi Hong would be severely injured. Forced into a corner, Sakuragi Hong had no choice but to abandon her attack on Lu Qicheng,
twisting her body to narrowly avoid the heavy punch.
Meanwhile, Lu Qicheng, with each sword strike faster than the last, tried to kill Miyamoto Ying while she was unarmed.
Although Miyamoto Ying was highly skilled in martial arts, firstly, her long sword was not in her hand, and secondly, since losing her memory, she had no murderous intent. Therefore, she
merely dodged left and right, without any intention to retaliate.
Seeing this, Sakuragi Niji was extremely anxious, but Shangguan Jing's martial arts were no less than Lu Qicheng's. Sakuragi Niji was entangled with him
and couldn't spare a move. In desperation, Sakuragi Niji had a flash of inspiration. She inadvertently spotted a broom in the corner of the small hut.
After forcing Shangguan Jing back a few steps with a few moves, she leaped to the corner and threw the broom towards Miyamoto Ying,
shouting, "Ying, catch!"
Miyamoto Ying looked up and caught the broom. The broom was made of bamboo branches; it wasn't a sharp weapon, but
it was quite sturdy. Miyamoto Ying gripped the broom handle tightly with both hands, treating it like the long sword she had used before, and swung it down at Lu Qicheng
. The broom head, made of bamboo tips, became unstoppable under Miyamoto Ying's internal energy.
Facing this broom, Lu Qicheng seemed to be transported back to the moment of their decisive battle. He was, after all,
one of the top martial arts masters in the world. Although he was intimidated, he still mustered his remaining courage and used all his strength to raise his sword to defend himself.
As the two weapons clashed, Lu Qicheng felt a sharp pain in his hand, but Miyamoto Ying's broom was severed. It turned out that Miyamoto Ying
had no intention of killing, so she hadn't used her full strength, while Lu Qicheng had exerted all his power. With this disparity in strength,
and considering that the broom was only made of bamboo, it was easily cut in two by Lu Qicheng's sword.
However, Lu Qicheng paid a price. The severed broom fragment still struck his face,
leaving streaks of blood on his skin. For a moment, Lu Qicheng was both pleased and furious. He was pleased that Miyamoto Ying's
skill seemed to have diminished considerably, but furious that he was now disfigured.
Shangguan Jing also noticed that Miyamoto Ying wasn't gaining the upper hand. While punching Sakuragi Niji, he shouted,
"Brother Lu, don't miss this opportunity!" Even if
Lu Qicheng was slow-witted, he didn't need Shangguan Jing's reminder this time. He grinned maliciously and drew his sword again, not bothering
to wipe the blood from his face. Unexpectedly, Miyamoto Ying's martial arts were far superior. Suddenly, she broke off the half of the broom in her hand
and hurled it at Lu Qicheng like a javelin. Lu Qicheng blocked one piece with his sword, but the other struck
him squarely in the chest. This piece of broom was imbued with Miyamoto Ying's internal energy; Lu Qicheng's blood immediately surged upon receiving the blow. He tried
desperately to endure it, but suddenly his mouth opened, and a spurt of blood gushed out. Shangguan
Jing was shocked. After knocking back Sakuragi Hong with several punches, he immediately unleashed a barrage of hidden weapons, like stars
shooting towards Miyamoto Ying. Miyamoto Ying had no weapons left to defend herself, so she could only roll over
to dodge most of the hidden weapons, but a poisoned needle still pierced her shoulder.
Shangguan Jing dared not linger and immediately pulled Lu Qicheng away. Sakuragi Hong wanted to stop them, but seeing Miyamoto
Ying's suddenly pale face, a chill ran through him, and he didn't chase after them.
Miyamoto Ying, poisoned by the needle, swayed precariously, and Sakuragi Hong quickly supported her. "Ying, are you alright?
" Miyamoto Ying's face was bloodless, beads of cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and she couldn't speak for a moment.
Just then, a young scholar rushed in—it was Du Yanzhi. After bidding farewell to Yan Feiyun and Xia Wenyi, he
rushed back to the small thatched hut. Seeing the door open in the distance, he knew something was wrong. Sure enough, upon entering, he saw his beloved Meng'er
collapsed on top of a naked young girl.
He cried out "Meng'er!" and rushed over, embracing Miyamoto Ying and pressing the pressure points on her shoulders
. The Poison Dragon Gentleman, a master of poisons, naturally recognized that Miyamoto Ying's shoulders were poisoned. Although Sakuragi Niji didn't
recognize Du Yanzhi, the tenderness in his eyes told her he meant no harm to Miyamoto Ying. Moreover, from Du Yanzhi's
mention of Meng'er, she vaguely guessed that this man was the Du Lang Miyamoto Ying had spoken of.
Du Yanzhi knew Miyamoto Ying's life hung by a thread, so he quickly removed her robe, revealing that her once flawless white shoulders
were now blackened, a testament to the severity of the poison. Sakuragi Niji wanted to stop him, but knowing Du Yanzhi wanted to
detoxify Miyamoto Ying, she hesitated for a moment, then finally let him go.
Du Yanzhi took out a magnet to draw out the poisoned needle, then bent down and sucked out Miyamoto Ying's poisoned blood, mouthful by mouthful.
He spat out the poisoned blood after each suck, sucking dozens of mouthfuls until the blood inside Miyamoto Ying turned red. Du
Yanzhi and Sakuragi Niji both breathed a sigh of relief.
After bandaging Miyamoto Ying's wound, Du Yanzhi picked her up and placed her on the bed. He gently stroked Miyamoto Ying's
forehead, "Meng'er, the poison has dissipated. You'll be fine after a good sleep."
Miyamoto Ying held his hand and nodded weakly. Du Yanzhi wanted to ask Sakuragi Niji
who had injured Miyamoto Ying, but Miyamoto Ying, half-asleep, gripped his hand tightly. Du Yanzhi let her hold his
hand as she fell asleep, but still turned to Sakuragi Niji and asked, "I am Du Yanzhi, Meng'er's husband.
Do you know my wife, young lady?" "Who dared to poison my wife?"
He kept repeating "wife" over and over, making Sakuragi Hong extremely jealous. "Who said she's your wife? My
name is Sakuragi Hong, and I'm Ying's junior sister!" By this time, she had already found a robe in the thatched hut and
wrapped it around her beautiful body.
Du Yanzhi frowned upon hearing this, thinking that the thing he had feared most these past few days had finally happened.
Someone had come knocking again, and someone had recognized Miyamoto Ying. What was bound to happen had finally come.
Sakuragi Hong continued indignantly, "The one who injured Ying with a poisoned hidden weapon was a
middle-aged man who was with your Central Plains hero, Lightning Sword Lu Qicheng."
Du Yanzhi knew that the person Sakuragi Hong was referring to was Lu Qicheng's strategist, Shangguan Jing. He felt a chill in his heart. It turned out that it wasn't
just his junior sister Meng'er who had come knocking; even Lu Qicheng and Shangguan Jing knew that Meng'er was still alive
. It seemed he had to take Meng'er away from this place as soon as she woke up.
Du Yanzhi turned around and saw that Miyamoto Ying was already fast asleep. He had rushed here overnight, his whole body drenched in sweat, his clothes
sticky and uncomfortable. Now that Miyamoto Ying was safe, he wanted to take a bath. So he gently
pulled away from Miyamoto Ying's hand, stood up, and said to Sakuragi Niji, "Sakuragi-san, there's some dry food in the kitchen, please help yourself.
I'll go fetch some water from the stream ahead."
After giving his instructions, he took the bucket and went out, intending to bring some river water for Miyamoto Ying to drink after his bath. After walking for a while
, he reached the stream. He took off all his clothes and placed them on the bank before jumping into the water and swimming freely for a while.
He relaxed his body, letting himself float on the surface, taking the opportunity to think about the events of the past few days. Three
sworn brothers were dead, a deep-seated hatred had formed between Poison Dragon Valley and Flying Tiger Fortress, and now Lu Qicheng and Shangguan Jing had come knocking
, even Meng'er's junior sister from Fusang had arrived… What should he do next? Was the martial world truly so
inescapable?
Thinking this, he couldn't help but sigh. Suddenly, the sound of water brought him back to reality. He
opened his eyes and saw that Sakuragi Niji had also come to the river and was swimming towards him.
Beside his clothes on the riverbank was a robe; it seemed that Sakuragi Niji, swimming in the water, was also naked, just like him
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