【The Reflection of the Sword's Ridge】 1 A Blade That Came from a Thousand Miles Away

1. A Blade from a Thousand Miles Away
The gray sky was pouring rain, blurring everything in sight. Most people stayed home
, even merchants on their journeys hurried to find inns or dilapidated temples to take shelter.
Yan Feiyun, however, was still relentlessly urging his beloved steed to gallop through the rain. His horse was a
famous Ferghana steed, pure white from head to toe, without a single stray hair. But even this magnificent horse was now panting heavily
, clearly having traveled a long way. Its master was in no better shape; Yan Feiyun was soaked to the bone
, rain dripping incessantly from his head, flowing down his bloodshot eyes and his haggard face. After several
days of travel, his handsome face was covered in stubble, and his hair was disheveled, draped across his face by the wind.
Yan Feiyun had begun learning martial arts at six, and at sixteen, he made his debut by defeating the vice-leader of the Black Eagle Gang, achieving instant fame.
In the following years, he traveled far and wide, righting wrongs and fighting across sixty-three provinces in the south and north, invincible in his path. By his early twenties, he
was already revered as one of the top ten martial arts masters
in the martial arts world. As the saying goes, beauties love heroes, and he married at the age of twenty-eight. His bride was
Murong Mei'er, the eighteen-year-old eldest daughter of the Murong family, a renowned beauty in the martial arts world. That year, he became the envy of everyone in the martial arts world
—highly skilled in martial arts, handsome, and now he had even married the most beautiful woman from the Murong family. Wasn't Heaven being too kind
to Yan Feiyun?
Time flew by, and Yan Feiyun and Murong Mei'er had been married for three years, a universally acknowledged
loving couple in the martial arts world. The two lived together in Yan Yun Village, which Yan Feiyun had established, and Yan Feiyun gradually faded from the martial arts
world, no longer bothering with worldly affairs except for some major events. So, who was it that made Yan Feiyun brave the rain and desperately chase
after him today?
A bolt of lightning suddenly ripped through the dark sky, illuminating the earth. Yan Feiyun seized the opportunity to open his eyes wide and
was startled to see two swift horses galloping ahead. Gritting his teeth, Yan Feiyun knew his target was right in
front of him, and immediately spurred his horse
. His steed, understanding its master's intention, bolted towards the two horses like an arrow.
The distance between the three drew closer, and Yan Feiyun could now see that the two riders were a man and a woman—the very
people he had been chasing for so long. He spurred his horse on, and soon he could make out their
clothing. The man was dressed in black, his cloak embroidered with a lifelike white tiger, making him appear incredibly imposing.
The woman wore a fox fur cloak, her graceful figure vaguely visible; though the wind and rain impaired visibility
, it did not diminish her captivating charm.
Suddenly, Yan Feiyun roared like a tiger, leaping from his horse's back, his sword already drawn. His attack
descended from the sky, the sword's edge aimed directly at the black-clad man's back. It seemed the man would be pierced through the heart if he couldn't dodge
in time, but the black-clad man suddenly turned and stood atop his galloping horse. A ghost-
headed saber in his hand met Yan Feiyun's sword head-on. A series of clashing swords echoed across the desolate wilderness
. One was in mid-air, the other on horseback, locked in a fierce battle.
Although Yan Feiyun had nowhere to land, he not only didn't lose, but also maintained the upper hand, each strike
leaving the black-clad man battered and bruised. A spray of blood suddenly flew through the air; the black-clad man had been struck by the sword.
As the two fought relentlessly, the three horses suddenly reached a cliff. The woman resolutely reined in her horse,
and after a series of neighs, the horse stopped. The black-clad man's steed, however, couldn't stop and
plunged off the cliff with a mournful cry. The man in black roared, leaping off his horse
and landing safely on the edge of the cliff. Yan Feiyun didn't seize the opportunity to finish him off; he simply landed back
on the ground, his gaze fixed intently on the man in black. At the same time, the woman also stared intently at
the two men fighting to the death before her. These three people, with countless grudges and entanglements,
gazed at each other on the cliff edge.
The woman was in her early twenties, stunningly beautiful, with captivating eyes and a shapely figure
—truly a beauty beyond compare.
Yan Feiyun glared at the man in black, snarling, "Wu Xiaotian! You, my sworn brother, actually
kidnapped my beloved wife while I was out chasing a womanizer! I treated you like a brother, risking my life to
save you from danger time and time again!"
The man in black was none other than Yan Feiyun's sworn brother, Jade-Faced Tiger Wu Xiaotian. Wu Xiaotian, with his handsome face and sword-like eyebrows
, truly lived up to his nickname, "Jade-Faced Tiger." He didn't utter a word, but instead, with a grim face, fiercely
slashed down at Yan Feiyun. Yan Feiyun casually parried Wu Xiaotian's attack, even countering with
three swift thrusts.
Wu Xiaotian's martial arts were still inferior to Yan Feiyun's; although he immediately parried the three strikes, he was already flustered
and in a sorry state. It seemed that Wu Xiaotian had no chance of winning if the fight continued like this, and Yan Feiyun could be said to have victory firmly in his grasp.
Just then, Murong Meier, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly cried out, "Yan Feiyun!" At the same time
, she forcefully pulled open her clothes, revealing her snow-white breasts. "If you want to kill, kill Meier! Use your precious sword
to pierce Meier's heart!"
Yan Feiyun was startled by this and stopped his attack on Wu Xiaotian.
Murong Meier continued loudly, "Yan Feiyun! Let me tell you, no one kidnapped Meier! I willingly
left with Xiaotian!"
Yan Feiyun stared at his wife with wide, incredulous eyes. He never dreamed that Murong Meier
would willingly elope with Wu Xiaotian; the psychological impact on him was truly unparalleled. He couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "
Why is that? Have I been unkind to you?"
Murong Meier suddenly spat, a stark contrast to her usual elegant demeanor as a daughter of a prominent martial arts family.
"Kind? How so? On our second day of marriage, you rushed off to the desert, saying you were going to uphold justice and
hunt down some notorious bandit! Leaving Meier alone at home like that, is that being kind to Meier?"
Yan Feiyun was stunned for a moment. "Eliminating evil for the people is the duty of us martial arts heroes... Later, I tried my best to stay..."
"Yan Yun Village stayed with you..." Murong Mei'er continued indignantly, "Trying to stay home with me? Do you even
remember where you were a year ago when Mei'er was dying? You weren't by Mei'er's side at all!
Weren't you out there doing your chivalrous deeds, upholding your righteousness?"
Yan Feiyun was speechless for a moment, "That...that was because the Hundred Transformations Divine Lord was wreaking havoc on the martial world!
He slaughtered countless heroes in the Jiangnan region with his ruthless hands, and my husband had no choice but to reluctantly go out to do chivalrous deeds while you were ill..."
Murong Mei'er shook her head repeatedly. "Yes! My husband is a noble and virtuous man! A
great hero who takes the world as his responsibility! But...what Mei'er needs is just a
man who is good to Mei'er, who can stay by Mei'er's side, and who won't disappear without a trace when Mei'er needs him!"
Her words were undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Yan Feiyun, the impact on him was unprecedented, and
he was completely shocked. Wu Xiaotian, observing coldly, saw this as a perfect opportunity for a sneak attack. He silently
approached Yan Feiyun from behind and, taking advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration, stabbed him in the back. Normally, Yan Feiyun
could easily dodge, but now he stood frozen, completely helpless.
Just as Yan Feiyun was about to be pierced through the heart, Murong Meier suddenly shouted, "Feiyun, watch out!" This
shout saved Yan Feiyun from certain death. He immediately knew the situation was dire and shifted to the left, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow
, but his back was already ripped open, leaving him severely wounded.
Fearing a counterattack from Yan Feiyun, Wu Xiaotian quickly retreated after his successful strike.
Not far from Yan Feiyun, Murong Meier's pretty face and beautiful breasts were stained with splattered blood.
The bloodstains on her snow-white chest added a touch of eerie beauty.
Wu Xiaotian asked Murong Meier in bewilderment, "Meier, why did you warn him?" Murong Meier's eyes
were filled with tears, "Brother Tian, he and Meier were once husband and wife... No matter how you look at it today, we
betrayed him, and you and he are sworn brothers... You can't kill your sworn brother..."
Wu Xiaotian said fiercely, "Meier, letting a tiger return to the mountain will bring endless trouble! We absolutely cannot let him
leave alive today! Otherwise, once he recovers, the two of us will definitely not be a match for him!" Murong Meier shook her head repeatedly,
"Brother Tian, no! Meier will not allow you to kill Feiyun!" Wu Xiaotian said with a stern face, "Meier, we
have no choice! Today, it's either him or me!"
The seriously injured Yan Feiyun suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Even if I am incompetent, I will not beg for mercy from you two!
I will decide my own worthless life!" "
Having said this, Yan Feiyun leaped off the cliff. Murong Meier turned pale, trying to stop him, but it was too
late. She ran to the edge of the cliff, opened her eyes, and saw that Yan Feiyun had already disappeared into the clouds; it seemed he had fallen to
the bottom of the cliff, his body gone.
Murong Meier couldn't help but burst into tears, kneeling on the edge of the cliff, a flood
of memories of the brief, happy days she had spent with Yan Feiyun during their honeymoon rushing into her mind. Wu Xiaotian, seeing his sworn brother commit suicide, felt a secret joy, but his face showed no
sign of happiness. He went over and hugged Murong Meier, whispering softly in her ear, "Meier... this was his own
choice. This matter is over... we can live a happy and peaceful life from now on."
At this moment, the horse Yan Feiyun had left on the cliff suddenly neighed a few times, then galloped wildly towards the edge. Amid Murong
Meier's screams, the horse followed its master's steps and plunged off the cliff, committing suicide in loyalty to its master.
Murong Meier gazed longingly at the cliff, softly calling the horse's name, "Ziyun, Ziyun, may you
rest in peace and accompany Feiyun in the netherworld..."
The rain poured down even harder, as if the heavens were weeping for the man and horse who had just perished...
Time flew by, and three years passed in the blink of an eye. The blood Yan Feiyun left on that nameless cliff had long
been washed away by the rain, and Murong Meier's tears had naturally dried. As the saying goes, "out of sight, out of mind," since Yan Feiyun fell off
the cliff, he had vanished from the martial world. His ranking among the top ten masters was
replaced by his sworn brother, Jade-Faced Tiger Wu Xiaotian.
Since Yan Feiyun was no longer alive, Wu Xiaotian had no more reservations and returned to Yan Yun
Village with Murong Meier, renaming it Flying Tiger Fortress. With Murong Meier's help, Wu Xiaotian found Yan Feiyun's martial arts manual.
After a year of secluded cultivation, his martial arts improved by leaps and bounds, a world apart from what he had achieved before. After mastering his martial arts, he used
the skills of his sworn brother, whom he had murdered, to gain fame and fortune, defeating several renowned masters in succession. The sycophantic crowd in the martial arts world immediately
clamored for him to be listed among the top ten masters. Because his martial arts were indeed exceptionally high, other respected martial arts elders 　　had
no objections, and thus his nickname became "Jade-Faced Tiger Wu Xiaotian," one of the top ten martial arts masters, making him incredibly powerful. 　　 Wu Xiaotian was an ambitious man, and he seized the opportunity to use his fame to recruit talent, quickly 　　expanding his power. Many outlaws, hearing of his reputation, joined his ranks, making him a powerful 　　figure in the martial arts world. Under his command were five top-tier masters, each with astonishing skills; the people of the martial arts world collectively called them 　　the Five Tiger Generals. These five, relying on their martial arts skills and Wu Xiaotian's prestige, ran rampant in the martial arts world, 　　seizing any profitable business, bringing enormous profits to Flying Tiger Fortress. Winter has passed and spring 　　 has arrived 　　 ; spring in Jiangnan is warm and pleasant. After several months of cold winter, the people can finally 　　put away their cotton-padded clothes and put on lighter spring garments. Spring is Lin Baiwei's favorite season. He woke up at Chenshi (7-9 AM) today, and not only 　　he woke up, but his manhood was also erect. He was already over fifty years old, but his virility remained 　　, and Lin Baiwei was indeed very proud of this. 　　 He lay in bed looking at the golden spear placed beside his bed. The red tassel of the spear had faded, but it still exuded 　　a murderous aura. This golden spear had accompanied him throughout the north and south of the Yangtze River, piercing countless martial arts masters and earning him 　　a place among the top ten martial arts masters. Although he was now highly respected and no longer needed to draw his sword or spear at all times, 　　the teaching of his mentor, "Never let your spear leave your hand," was still firmly engraved in his heart. Therefore, he had always 　　kept his famous weapon, the Life-Taking Golden Spear, within easy reach.

He turned to look at the youthful and charming body of his concubine, Xiuling, sleeping beside him. Xiuling was eighteen years old,
bought by Lin Baiwei from the Drunken Moon Pavilion in the city for a thousand taels of silver.
Looking at Xiuling's delicate face, small breasts pressed against her legs, Lin Baiwei's heart suddenly raced.
He had just enjoyed this beauty last night, but now, seeing her crystal-clear body, a surge of heat
rose from his lower body, and his manhood was as hard as his signature weapon.
He reached out and grasped Xiuling's breasts, gently kneading them. Xiuling, who was fast asleep, was naturally awakened by him
and immediately cried out coquettishly, "Master...you're going to bully Xiuling again..." This cry made Lin Baiwei even more
infatuated, and he kneaded even harder. "My little darling, who told you to be so charming?" "Otherwise, Master
wouldn't be risking his life to have three hundred rounds with you every night..."
Xiuling replied in a sweet voice, "Ugh... You always exhaust Xiuling to the point of being half-dead... Before, Xiuling
would get up before dawn, but since following Master, I can't get up until the sun is high in the sky..." Lin Baiwei laughed heartily upon hearing
this, "Our Lin family doesn't ask you to do any work, why do you get up so early? Why don't
you serve Master in the morning too!" With that, he rolled over and lay on top of Xiuling.
Xiuling immediately felt a hard object pressing between her legs, the burning sensation making this
young girl, who had only recently experienced such things, feel a wave of emptiness. Although she was also aroused, her training at Zuiyue Tower taught her that she had
to play hard to get. So she tried to twist her body to avoid the massive thing, while continuing to whine and plead, "Master,
you're a bad guy...you're bullying Xiuling..."
Her cries only fueled Lin Baiwei's desire to torment her. Laughing,
he spread her legs and thrust directly into her most sensitive spot. Xiuling's whimpering
turned into soft moans after being penetrated. Although Lin Baiwei was over fifty, he was one of the top ten martial arts masters, his
muscles incredibly strong, and his lower back powerful. Each thrust brought Xiuling immense pleasure. As his broad
chest rubbed against Xiuling's smooth breasts, her nipples became erect.
Looking at the beautiful girl beneath him, his massive member tightly gripped, Lin Baiwei couldn't help but
exert himself, his back-and-forth movements shaking the bed violently. Under his fierce onslaught
, Xiuling could only shyly cover her mouth with her hand, trying her best not to let out any shameful moans.
Just as the two were about to reach the peak of ecstasy, Lin Baiwei suddenly heard a commotion. Normal
commotion wouldn't have bothered him, but this time he felt a surge of murderous intent, even
his golden spear, which had accompanied him through years of adventures, began to clang. He frowned, his muscles tensed,
and his thrusting stopped.
Xiuling, who had just tasted the sweetness, was a little disappointed. "Master…why don't you just have your disciples handle
it? Let's continue…" Lin Baiwei pushed Xiuling away with a serious expression and pulled his massive member out of her
. "My little darling, be good! Master will be back after he's dealt with things." Seeing the glint in his eyes,
Xiuling, who had grown up in the Drunken Moon Pavilion, knew something was amiss and didn't press the matter further.
Lin Baiwei hurriedly donned his long robe, grabbed his golden spear, and rushed to the training ground of the mansion. Upon arriving, he
saw a group of his disciples, weapons in hand, facing a man in white. This man was tall and elegant,
about five feet eight or nine inches tall, around twenty years old, wearing a knee-length white robe. His handsome face was as white as jade; he was surprisingly a strikingly handsome young man.
His long hair was tied back, fluttering in the wind, further enhancing his dashing appearance. However, despite his good looks, he
possessed a cold and ruthless demeanor, an invisible killing intent emanating from his eyes that pierced the heart, sending chills down one's spine.
Lin Baiwei, a seasoned veteran of the martial world, was not only intimidated by the young man's appearance but also noticed the
three-foot-long steel saber in his hand. Lin Baiwei's heart skipped a beat upon seeing the long saber. The saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch
shorter, an inch more dangerous." Those in the martial world who wielded exceptionally long or even extremely short weapons must possess extraordinary abilities; otherwise,
they wouldn't choose such difficult-to-control weapons.
Lin Baiwei cleared his throat and asked loudly, "Young brother, what brings you here?" At this moment,
one of his disciples walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "Master, this person specifically named you and challenged you!"
As one of the top ten martial arts masters, Lin Baiwei had countless people come to challenge him, but usually
his disciples would handle these situations. This time, it seemed that the white-robed youth had already defeated some of his disciples, which explained
the scene of a group of disciples surrounding the youth.
The white-robed youth stared coldly at Lin Baiwei, his dark pupils unfathomable, as if they could
suck in one's soul. He spoke, his tone icy. "My name is Miyamoto Ei, from Japan. I have practiced martial arts since childhood
, and my life has been dedicated to the martial arts. I have long heard of the hidden talents in the Central Plains, so I have come from afar to learn from their martial arts
." Although he spoke politely, his meaning was very clear: he had come to challenge him.
Lin Baiwei knew from the murderous aura emanating from Miyamoto Ying that the young man was definitely a top-tier expert. Although he looked young,
he dared not underestimate him in the slightest. Lin Baiwei steadied himself in a horse stance, gripped his spear with both hands, and slowly pointed the spear tip at Miyamoto
Ying. "Since you have traveled thousands of miles to the Central Plains for the sake of martial arts, I will not disappoint you. Please!"
Facing this visitor from Japan, he no longer addressed him as "little brother," but used a more respectful title.
Miyamoto Ying also gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, slowly raising his long sword high above his head. "Lin Baiwei, the Golden Spear of Death, please enlighten
me!" In an instant, a thick murderous aura enveloped both of them. Lin Baiwei's disciples felt a
chill and involuntarily retreated, clearing a space in the training ground for these two peerless experts.
After assuming their attack stances, the two remained motionless, their eyes fixed on each other like lightning. If either of them
revealed even the slightest flaw, the other's weapon would immediately strike. For a moment, neither of them could find the other
's weakness.
Lin Baiwei thought to himself, "You Japanese with your hands raised high above your head, it takes much more effort than it does for me. Even if we're
locked in a stalemate, your stamina will eventually wear off faster than mine. If you sway even slightly, I'll pierce your heart with my spear!"
But after a long while, Miyamoto Ying didn't even blink, the sharp katana continuing its thrust at his head.
It emitted a cold light. Lin Baiwei's wishful thinking failed, so he had no choice but to remain calm and wait patiently.
Just then, the morning sun gradually rose. Since Lin Baiwei was facing the sun, he
began to feel a little dazzled and couldn't help but blink. Miyamoto Ying seized this fleeting moment
to attack. In the blink of an eye, Lin Baiwei found that Miyamoto Ying had already leaped above him, wielding a sword in both hands and
slashing down at his head. The Soul-Snatching Golden Spear was also a first-rate fighter, and his golden spear immediately met the samurai sword with a thrust.
Because Miyamoto Ying descended from the sky headfirst, when Lin Baiwei looked up to attack, he was shocked to see the bodice
cloth and slightly protruding breasts under her open white robe. The experienced Lin Baiwei immediately realized that Miyamoto Ying was actually a
girl, not a boy.
In the blink of an eye, their weapons clashed. Lin Baiwei's apprentices, who were standing closest, were suddenly
sprayed with blood. Each of them stared in horror at the scene before them—Lin Baiwei, gun and all, had
been cleaved in two by Gong Benying!
(To be continued
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