Yu Qifeng's residence was situated at the foot of Feihuang Mountain, near the source of the Lushui Stream. Spanning twenty square miles, it was neither too large nor too small. The manor boasted pavilions, towers, flowers, birds, fish, and insects—no different from the estates of ordinary wealthy families. In the rear courtyard of Sword Manor, a new patch of white four-petaled flowers had recently been planted. Shaped like butterflies, they were exquisitely delicate and were said to be called White Butterflies.
The servant who planted these White Butterflies was a young newcomer with snow-white hair. It was said that he had cried so bitterly upon losing his mother as a child that his hair turned white overnight and never grew black again. Those who heard this story sympathized deeply with him—such a handsome young man, yet with a head full of white hair. Fortunately, he didn’t seem self-conscious about it, and with his looks, finding a wife shouldn’t have been difficult. The only pity was that despite his dashing appearance, he claimed to be illiterate, knowing only how to tend flowers.
The ground was covered in white flowers, butterfly-like and fluttering as if ready to take flight. Bathed in the sunset and birdsong, the scene was serene and delightful. The young man holding a hoe, who called himself "Xue Lang" and claimed not to know how to read, was none other than Xue Xianzi. Of course, Xue Xianzi was far from illiterate—in fact, he not only knew how to read but also wrote beautifully. He simply couldn’t be bothered to sign his name on the indenture contract.
In his life, Xue Xianzi was lazy above all else—except for his love of flowers and beautiful women.
These White Butterflies covering the ground were a rare variety, flourishing under his care, yet they were not originally planted by him.
The flowers had been sown by a young woman in white, around eighteen years old, who lived in a pavilion in Yu Qifeng’s rear courtyard and rarely ventured out. In his half-month of tending the flowers, he had only seen her twice—once with her face veiled in a light gauze, though her delicate features were still faintly visible. She was an extraordinarily elegant and refined woman, like a lotus leaf standing gracefully in a lake on a drizzly day. Yet her elegance carried a melancholic air; whenever she stepped out of that pavilion, an indescribable sorrow seemed to permeate the air, and all joy and cheerfulness dissipated in her presence.
The people of Yu Family Sword Manor treated her as an honored guest, yet no one knew her origins. Everyone called her "Hong Guniang." She never smiled, and unless she left in a carriage, she never stepped out of that pavilion. In her spare time, she would sit by the pavilion’s windowsill, gently stroking a broken flute, gazing quietly into the distance.
There are countless types of beauties in the world—some with the radiance of the moon, others with the grace of willow branches, some with the spirit of ice, others with the bones of jade. But this Hong Guniang was the flower of sorrow, the kind that might one day weep and wither away. Xue Xianzi had spent his life admiring flowers and beauties, and a beauty like this required careful, cautious appreciation to truly grasp her essence.
On this day, as the sunset painted the sky, he was weeding the flowerbed when suddenly a soft, melancholic voice spoke behind him:
"Autumn waters, wutong leaves fall to the dusty sky,
Spring rain, butterflies should not yet sleep..."
Xue Xianzi looked up and smiled, continuing:
"Who waits in the tower year after year?
Moonlight and spider silk fill the mirror's surface."
The gentle voice behind him sighed softly. "Young master, your literary talent is remarkable. I could tell from your bearing that you were no ordinary illiterate man, but I hadn’t expected such eloquence, composing verses so effortlessly."
Xue Xianzi turned around to see a woman in white standing before him, her face veiled in gauze, her waist slender enough to be encircled by a single hand. "These White Butterfly flowers are quite delicate. To nurture them so well, you must be a first-rate gardener.""To be honest, I saw you once at Guanmen Gorge, and ever since, I’ve been haunted by your memory, unable to forget you. So I followed for miles, came here to sell myself to the Yu Family Sword Manor, just hoping to catch a glimpse of you from time to time," Xue Xianzi spoke these words with utmost sincerity. "As for anything else, I harbor no improper thoughts."
The woman in white nodded slightly and said softly, "I know. I see you here every day, tending to the flowers and then... gazing at my windowsill. I just don’t understand—we don’t even know each other. Why... why are you so kind to me?"
Xue Xianzi tossed the hoe aside and laughed. "Your beauty lies in the furrow of your brows, as if veiled in mist. I’ve composed a phrase for you, one I believe is exquisite. Would you care to hear it?"
The woman in white took a step back. "What is it?"
Xue Xianzi traced two characters in the air with his finger. "Nothing more than 'Weeping Orchid.' Your beauty is like the sorrow of a rare orchid, unmatched in this world." He then shook his head, murmuring, "Dew on the orchid, like tearful eyes," utterly lost in his own reverie.
The woman in white remained silent for a moment. So he was just a frivolous scholar. She lowered her voice. "I may not be as good as you imagine. Since you’re a scholar, why waste your time here tending flowers? You... you should go home."
Xue Xianzi shook his head repeatedly. "Without even knowing your name, I could never rest in peace. Besides, you seem burdened with sorrow. Though I may lack talent, I wish to share your worries."
The woman in white gave a faint smile. "My surname is Hong—the color red." She gently plucked the butterfly flower from her hair. "Fool, the things that trouble me are beyond anyone’s help. You, who couldn’t even restrain a chicken, are in great danger here. Leave quickly. Take this flower—if anyone stops you on the way, tell them Hong Guniang sent you away."
Xue Xianzi still shook his head. "This is broad daylight in a peaceful era. Where’s the danger? And if there is, as a man, it’s my duty to protect you."
Hong Guniang shook her head and whispered, "Stubborn fool." She ignored him and turned to walk slowly back to the pavilion. In her heart, she thought, If only he treated me this well—no, if only he would say such words to me, even if insincere, I’d die content. But alas... he only has eyes for that ugly girl...
Hong Guniang returned to the pavilion, while Xue Xianzi kicked the hoe aside and lay down on the grass, closing his eyes to sleep.
From a distant rooftop, someone sneered, "That old lecher’s flower-picking skills are truly unmatched."
Another voice chuckled softly. "If you accuse him of picking flowers, beware—he’ll leap up and fight you to the death. He despises being called a flower thief. He simply admires beauty. Xue Xianzi was utterly devoted to his wife. She’s been dead for over a decade, and he hasn’t touched another woman since."
The speaker was none other than Tang Lici. That day, the three of them had arrived at Yu Family Sword Manor, scaled the walls, and now stood atop the main building’s roof.
"That old lech—his wife’s been dead for over ten years? Just how old is he?" Chi Yun asked in astonishment.
Tang Lici replied, "No one knows. You might as well ask him yourself. Careful—guards approaching!"The three swiftly descended from the rooftop and took cover beneath the eaves. The Yu Family Sword Manor was neither too large nor too small, but locating Yu Qifeng would still prove troublesome. The main building had seven floors, with the topmost one uninhabited. After a brief rest, Chi Yun suddenly remarked, "Xue Xianzi has been loitering around here for so long—surely he must know where Yu Qifeng resides?" Tang Lici smiled faintly. "Asking him would be no better than asking the servants here, as long as we don’t cause too much commotion... like... this—" With a sudden motion, he reached out and seized a man from the staircase, hauling him over. Smiling, he asked, "Is the Sword King at home today?" Caught off guard, the man opened his mouth to cry for help, but Tang Lici dislocated his jaw with a sharp "crack," then swiftly reset it with another "snap," still smiling as he repeated, "Where is the Sword King now?"
The man’s jaw had been abruptly dislocated and then reset, the pain unbearable. A gasp caught in his throat, and he began coughing violently. "Cough... wh-what..." Tang Lici spoke gently, "We are old friends of the Sword King and have urgent matters to discuss today." His fingers pressed lightly against the man’s jaw, ready to dislocate it again with the slightest pressure. Feeling the subtle threat, the man paled. "H-he... he’s receiving guests in the Sword Hall." He pointed to a small yellow building beside the main tower. "There."
"Good." Tang Lici patted the man’s head, and he collapsed instantly. Chi Yun frowned. "Is this the caliber of Yu Qifeng’s household? Pathetic." Tang Lici chuckled. "This man likely isn’t one of Yu Qifeng’s servants. I suspect he’s a guest." He reached into the man’s robes and pulled out a bottle of pills, which rolled onto the floor. Shen Langhun picked it up, sniffed it, and remarked coolly, "Poison." Chi Yun felt around the man’s waist and retrieved a pair of short swords. "Seems like a disciple of the Xiao Family from Qifeng. Hiding here—could he be taking medicine?" Tang Lici opened his right hand, revealing a black pill in his palm. Earlier, when he had dislocated the man’s jaw, it wasn’t just to silence him—he had also taken the pill. Smiling, he confirmed, "Indeed."
"The Xiao Family of Qifeng must have amassed quite a fortune," Chi Yun muttered. "Damn wastrels!" Tang Lici tossed the pill aside. "Yu Qifeng is in the Sword Hall. Shall we confront him directly, or... hmm?" Shen Langhun said, "The rafters!" Chi Yun scoffed, "Of course we take the front door. Why should I skulk around?" Tang Lici smiled. "Then we’ll each act as we please." No sooner had he spoken than Shen Langhun vanished like a shadow, slipping through a skylight into the rafters of the hall, silent and unseen. Meanwhile, Chi Yun appeared outside the railing, a streak of white darting straight for the Sword Hall’s entrance. Tang Lici remained atop the main tower, watching as Shen Langhun’s ghostly figure melded into the beams above. The moment Chi Yun landed, the Sword Hall’s doors swung open, and a short sword shot toward him. Chi Yun flicked his sleeve, and the blade whirled back with a sharp "hum," aiming for his waist. Chi Yun didn’t flinch. With a crisp "clang," the blade struck something at his waist and clattered to the ground. A voice from within called out, "I wondered who our uninvited guest might be. So it’s the 'Heavenly Cloud.' Pray tell, what brings you here in such a fury?"Chi Yun strode into the Yu Family's Sword Hall. The walls stood solemn and austere, with a golden sword hanging at the front of the hall. A few tables and chairs were arranged within, nothing particularly remarkable. Several people were seated, sipping tea, and among them, one frowned upon seeing him enter—the very person who had just unleashed a sword strike. Chi Yun spoke coolly, "I thought the eldest son of the Xiao Family of Qifeng was something extraordinary. Turns out he hasn’t even mastered two-tenths of his family’s Whirlwind Sword technique. Sitting here drinking tea with the Sword King Yu—aren’t you afraid of throwing your back out?" The expressions of those seated shifted slightly. The scholar who had attacked earlier maintained a composed demeanor. "Qilan’s talent is mediocre, and his swordsmanship remains unrefined, bringing shame to our family. But surely, your purpose here isn’t to lecture me on the Xiao Family’s sword techniques?" Chi Yun snorted, his gaze fixed on Yu Qifeng among the seated. "Old Man Yu, you’re no spring chicken, and your reputation isn’t small either. How can you still peddle poison like some third-rate swindler, swindling people out of their money? Has your brain turned to mush, your conscience fed to dogs, your guts twisted, and your meridians tangled? Step outside!" The Moon Crossing Ring at his waist flashed out, its blade tip pointing straight at Yu Qifeng’s nose. "I’m here for you today!"
Chi Yun’s words never failed to shock the crowd. The Xiao Family members exchanged uneasy glances, while Yu Qifeng’s expression remained unchanged as he replied indifferently, "Brat, spouting nonsense!" Xiao Qilan frowned. "With the vast reputation of Heavenly Cloud, how can you act so recklessly? Not to mention that Great Hero Yu is the foremost swordsman in the martial world, renowned for his chivalry. Among those seated here are Puzhu Shangshi and the Nobleman of Clear Stream—do you truly think you can run wild in their presence?"
Chi Yun’s eyes swept across the room. Indeed, among those drinking tea was Gu Xitan. To Gu Xitan’s left sat a gray-robed monk with long, unshorn black hair, his features stern and slightly imposing, a crimson dot marking his forehead—this was none other than the famed Puzhu Shangshi of the martial world, known as "the monk who neither shaves his head nor keeps the five precepts." Though ordained, Puzhu Shangshi neither cut his hair nor abstained from meat, wine, or killing—his only restraint being lust. Yet, despite his unorthodox ways, Puzhu Shangshi was a man of solemn nature, his actions always marked by great wisdom and courage, earning him deep respect as a figure of righteousness in the martial world. Seeing Chi Yun challenge Yu Qifeng directly, Puzhu Shangshi asked gravely, "You accuse the Sword King of peddling poison. Do you have proof?" Chi Yun let out a wild laugh. "If we had to reason everything out, half the things in this world wouldn’t get done. I’ve lived my life with integrity, never slaughtering the innocent—does that count as proof?" Puzhu Shangshi frowned. Gu Xitan rose to his feet. "Chi Yun, you mustn’t! Sword King Yu is a senior master..." He clearly had much more to say, but Chi Yun had no patience for his rambling. "Old Man Yu, step outside!"
Yu Qifeng slowly stood, an aura of energy faintly radiating from him—a clear sign of his seething fury. "Fighting you would only invite ridicule. Zhan Jueyi!" At his command, a young man glided in from outside, a smile playing on his lips. "Here." Yu Qifeng flicked his sleeve. "Escort our guest out!" "Understood!"
Chi Yun’s Moon Crossing Ring stirred. This "Zhan Jueyi" appeared no older than twenty-one or twenty-two, his features delicate and demeanor spirited—yet Chi Yun had never seen him before. The Moon Crossing Ring hummed, its silver rings jingling as Zhan Jueyi took a single step forward. In that instant, the blade’s cold light shimmered, already slashing toward the crown of Yu Qifeng’s head!Zhan Jueyi's green robe fluttered slightly as the Moon Crossing Ring met sudden resistance, swishing through three consecutive spins. Something in Zhan Jueyi's sleeve clashed against it with a "ding," and the man stood tall with a smile. The weapon in his hand turned out to be a medicine bottle.
"You—" Chi Yun said coldly, "aren't one of Old Man Yu's lackeys!"
Zhan Jueyi didn’t pause, blocking three of Chi Yun’s lethal strikes in succession, and replied with a low laugh, "Your eyesight isn’t bad either."
Chi Yun sneered, "Hmph, using a medicine bottle as a weapon—how peculiar. You must be someone who’s never openly stepped into the martial world before!"
Zhan Jueyi praised, "How clever!"
Chi Yun retorted icily, "Heh, even if you’re standing up for Old Man Yu, do you think I can’t deal with him? Get out of my—way!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a flash of white light streaked through the air. Yu Qifeng suddenly leaped aside, and a throwing knife embedded itself into the chair he had just been sitting on, gleaming ominously. Gu Xitan was startled—in that instant, Chi Yun had already slipped past Zhan Jueyi, the blade of the Moon Crossing Ring transforming into a white streak aimed straight at Yu Qifeng’s chest.
Zhan Jueyi shadowed him like a phantom, raising the medicine bottle. A faint blue mist drifted from its opening, filling the air with a delicate fragrance.
Gu Xitan murmured, "Poison?"
Puzhu Shangshi shook his head. "Medicine."
The substance in the bottle was a fragrant herb called "Mild Intoxication," used to treat insomnia. Of course, inhaling too much during combat could make one drowsy and weaken their limbs. Zhan Jueyi’s move displeased Gu Xitan slightly—though it wasn’t poison, it still wasn’t an honorable tactic in a battle between masters.
Chi Yun, encountering the fragrance, exhaled sharply and flicked his sleeve like flowing clouds, striking directly at Zhan Jueyi’s face. His sleeve was unexpectedly long, sweeping and dragging like a gust of wind, while his right hand never stopped, the blade descending like lightning toward Yu Qifeng!
This move—attacking forward while sweeping back—resembled a great roc spreading its wings. Chi Yun’s assault was effortless, his movements through the air as if riding the wind. Gu Xitan silently praised his skill!
Yu Qifeng, in response, grabbed the golden sword hanging on the wall behind him. A metallic clang rang out as Chi Yun’s Moon Crossing Ring was severed by the blade. Chi Yun abruptly retreated, his sleeve coiling around Zhan Jueyi’s head and face before landing lightly behind him. Raising the broken blade, he pressed it against Zhan Jueyi’s neck.
"Old Man Yu, you really did take the Ape-Demon Nine Heart Pill!"
Yu Qifeng replied indifferently, "If your skill falls short, don’t make excuses. A golden sword breaking a silver blade is simply a matter of inferior strength."
Chi Yun scoffed, "The Moon Crossing Ring’s steel blade is silver-plated, tough yet flexible. Even with thirty years of Internal Force, you couldn’t possibly sever my blade with a flimsy golden sword like that! Unless your power has surged recently—and as for how strong you truly are, Puzhu Shangshi’s discerning eyes can see it without me wasting words!"
Yu Qifeng glanced at Puzhu Shangshi, whose expression remained calm. The monk said mildly, "The Sword King possesses the Internal Force of six decades, but that alone is no proof he has taken forbidden drugs."
"The righteous factions of the martial world—a bunch of bastards," Chi Yun said coldly. "Even petty thieves are more straightforward than you lot. In any case, Old Man Yu, don’t send nameless pawns to die in your place. Chi Yun’s blade challenges the Sword King’s sword alone!"
He pointed the broken blade at Yu Qifeng. "Change your sword—and come out!""Arrogant brat!" Yu Qifeng set down the golden sword and said to Gu Xitan, "May I borrow the young hero's sword?" Gu Xitan unfastened the "Pingtan Sword" at his waist. "Please use it, elder." Yu Qifeng drew the sword from its scabbard. Under the sunlight, the blade gleamed brilliantly as he gazed impassively at Chi Yun, his expression unreadable.
"Not using the Sword King's 'Coming Phoenix' will be your eternal regret!" Chi Yun flicked his wrist, sending Zhan Jueyi flying out the door, then glared coldly at Yu Qifeng. "Make your move!"
Yu Qifeng regarded him with an inscrutable gaze, his eyes tinged with something akin to pity.
Hidden in the rafters, Shen Langhun made not a sound, as if he had completely dissolved into the shadows.
Outside the door.
Zhan Jueyi staggered several steps after being thrown over ten feet by Chi Yun. Just as he steadied himself, he suddenly noticed someone smiling at him. In an instant, his expression changed.
The man had refined, picturesque features, save for a knife scar above his left eyebrow. Smiling at him, he said, "How have you been, Young Master Hua?"
"Zhan Jueyi" quickly returned the smile and tossed an object toward him—another medicine bottle. "Antidote!"
With a "snap," the newcomer seized his throat, smiling gently. "We can't let this go every time, Young Master Hua. Stay a moment—I have a question for you."
The youth disguised as "Zhan Jueyi" smiled again. How had this person managed to grab his throat this time? Just like before, he hadn't seen it coming—just as Cao Wufang still had no idea how he'd been subdued in a single move.
Someone who could seize his throat in an instant was not to be trifled with.
But the question he was about to ask was a deadly one.
The newcomer's fingers hooked like claws around his throat, dragging him like a dead dog toward the bushes beside the Sword Hall. All the while, he asked in a gentle tone, "Where is the Yu Family Sword Manor hiding the Ape-Demon Nine Heart Pills now?"
Inside the Sword Hall, tension crackled like drawn bows.
Sword King Yu Qifeng held "Pingtan," its tip angled toward Chi Yun. Chi Yun lifted the hem of his robe, revealing four gleaming Moon Crossing Rings at his waist. He typically carried five throwing knives—one had been broken, leaving four.
Gu Xitan's heart pounded with anxiety. Yu Qifeng's skill clearly surpassed Chi Yun's, yet Chi Yun had a peculiar temperament, insisting on biting off more than he could chew. The consequences of this duel were deeply troubling! He and Puzhu Shangshi had come together precisely because of the Ape-Demon Nine Heart Pills. Gu Xitan harbored suspicions about Yu Qifeng, while Puzhu Shangshi had traced a white carriage distributing the pills to and from the Yu Family Sword Manor. They had been discussing the matter with Yu Qifeng when Chi Yun burst in, demanding a fight. His courage was extraordinary, but acting so rashly before confirming the facts risked making the situation irreparable.
"Let's begin!" Chi Yun twisted a blade in his hand, its edge flashing past his face. He tilted his head slightly, eyeing Yu Qifeng defiantly. "Let me taste the flavor of 'West Wind Cleaving Wildfire'...""West Wind Cleaving Wildfire" was the sword technique that had made Yu Qifeng renowned throughout the martial world. With a cold snort, Yu Qifeng swung his Pingtan Sword, executing a seemingly ordinary move—"Wild Geese Alighting on the Sand"—aiming directly at Chi Yun's chest. Despite Chi Yun's aggressive stance, Yu Qifeng still held back, a clear sign of a senior offering guidance to a junior.
Chi Yun responded by flicking his wrist, sending the Moon Crossing Ring humming through the air. In an instant, it seemed as though a thousand gleaming ghostly eyes had appeared in the sky. The blade sliced through the wind with a shrill, wailing sound, descending upon Yu Qifeng's head like a spectral cry. This move was called "Ferrying Life," the eighth stance of the "Ferrying" Eighteen Slashes—a technique meant to take lives and guide souls to the afterlife.
Just as the Sword Qi of "Wild Geese Alighting on the Sand" was about to clash with the blade of "Ferrying Life," Gu Xitan noticed an almost imperceptible chip in his Pingtan Sword. His heart lurched—a chipped sword meant that despite the move's apparent simplicity, Yu Qifeng had poured his full strength into it. The moment blade met sword—
A deafening clang resounded as the Pingtan Sword shattered! A strand of hair fluttered past Chi Yun's face—his first Moon Crossing Ring had missed its mark and clattered to the ground. However, Yu Qifeng's longsword had lost its tip, proving that the Pingtan Sword's inferior quality had caused it to snap upon impact with the silver blade. Chi Yun reached for his second throwing knife and said coldly, "Change your sword."
"Young upstart, you go too far," Yu Qifeng remarked indifferently. "Bring me another sword!"
As the two prepared to fight, seven or eight servants from the Yu family had already arrived. At Yu Qifeng's command of "Bring the sword," one of them stepped forward and respectfully presented a sword with both hands. The crowd saw that the sword was plain and unadorned, its shape unappealing, resembling a discarded blade. With a sharp "shua," Yu Qifeng drew the sword from its scabbard. Chi Yun, standing in the center with his saber, praised, "A fine sword!" After a pause, he took a deep breath and continued, "As a swordsman, to not carry your own sword and instead borrow one from another is ignorance. As the world's greatest swordsman, to have someone hand you a sword when you fight is shameless!" He looked regretfully at Yu Qifeng's Ceremonial Sword. "What a pity for such a fine blade to fall into the hands of a scoundrel like you. It's like giving embroidered shoes to a lame woman or a pearl-embroidered robe to a sallow-faced hag—utterly wasted!"
Well said! Gu Xitan cheered inwardly. Though Chi Yun's actions were reckless, he had unwittingly come to regard him as a close friend. Despite Chi Yun's sharp tongue and venomous words, this tirade was satisfyingly scathing—precisely the words Gu Xitan couldn't or wouldn't say. Puzhu Shangshi watched the two with cold indifference, his eyes sharp. As Yu Qifeng held the sword, an overwhelming aura surged from him, as if capable of toppling a city, his sword intent entirely different from before.
"The Red Lotus Opens for Karma, Saving Life, Fate, and Souls of the Dead!" Chi Yun intoned darkly, twisting his gleaming silver saber. With a resonant "zheng," the blade drifted out slowly, as if guided by an invisible hand, its movement erratic like a wandering ghost, inching toward Yu Qifeng.
"Sword Weeps Wind and Cloud," Yu Qifeng said calmly. Chi Yun's ability to suspend his saber midair relied on the force of his sleeve wind—hence his unusually long sleeves. Without even striking, Yu Qifeng directed his Sword Qi straight at Chi Yun's elbow, infusing it with True Power. The sleeve fluttered, slanting toward Chi Yun's erratic cuff.
Hah! With this strike, life and death hung in the balance. Yu Qifeng's Ceremonial Sword was drawn, determined to sever one of Chi Yun's arms. Hidden on the beam, Shen Langhun finally exhaled the faintest breath, certain no one had noticed. His fingers twitched, a slender steel needle appearing between them. If Chi Yun were in danger, should he save him or strike the enemy? He pondered. His skill in killing was unmatched, but his ability to save others was questionable. If he used the Shadow Shooting Needle and his identity was exposed, could he evade Yu Qifeng's West Wind Cleaving Wildfire?
On the beam, he contemplated.
Below, Chi Yun's sleeves fluttered as his floating blade reached Yu Qifeng's face. Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, followed by a "zheng" as half of the Moon Crossing Ring flew into the air, embedding itself into the beam—narrowly missing Shen Langhun's hiding spot. In the instant Chi Yun's saber broke and he switched blades, Yu Qifeng struck once. Three sharp "zheng" sounds followed as Chi Yun swapped sabers three times, each broken and embedded into the beams and walls of the hall. Finally, Yu Qifeng's sword intent waned. He withdrew his blade with a flick of his wrist, glaring coldly at Chi Yun. "Again!"
Chi Yun, now with only one saber left at his waist, still wore his arrogant expression. Empty-handed, his white sleeves billowing, he grinned defiantly. "Of course, again! You're good!" Yu Qifeng's blade radiated a chilling aura, sending a shiver down Gu Xitan's spine. Yu Qifeng's swordsmanship was unparalleled, while Chi Yun's spirit only grew fiercer with each setback. This battle was no longer just uncontrollable—it would only end when one of them lay in a pool of blood."The final strike—let's see who dies, you or me?" Chi Yun slowly untied the last Moon Crossing Ring from his belt and gripped it in his hand. "The final strike—'Moon Ferry Asks the Common People.' Yu Qifeng—" He slowly curled his finger at Yu Qifeng. "'West Wind Cleaving Wildfire.'"
"To deny your wish would only invite the martial world to accuse me of mistreating the younger generation," Yu Qifeng said indifferently, his eyes faintly revealing a crimson tinge of madness. "'West Wind Cleaving Wildfire!'"
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