Chapter 5, When the sword's heart is flawless, there is no need for words
Linghu Tuan Yuan's left hand, holding the sword, moved slightly at the fingertips. Lijiamu once said that she was a born swordsman. Only a natural swordsman would have their hand, and even their body and mind, actively embody the essence of the sword. At this moment, her left hand had already manifested the essence of the sword, a repressed and enduring sword intent that had not been released for several years. She could not live like an ordinary noblewoman, could not indulge in the affections typical of an ordinary daughter, could not hold the sword like a wandering swordsman at all times, and could not even touch the sword hilt with her most skilled left hand in combat.
The fine mercury light splashed, scattering in beams, piercing through the black sand aura. Outside the hall, the sound of rain grew louder, serving as accompaniment for only two people. After a series of soul-stirring sounds, the fine water broke through several layers, stopping at the final layer of black sand.
Linghu Yue understood that Pan Yue did not want to get involved in the troubles of the Linghu family. The fact that the Pan family did not align with the Linghu family already indicated Pan Yue's stance. Once the edict from Emperor Yong arrived, Pan Yue's bottom line was also reached
Grandfather ... ... The young man wanted to pull up his grandfather, but he saw his grandfather bowing to Hong Furun, begging for mercy
Without any flaws or entanglements, he simply followed her into the inn
Each party harbors its own thoughts; the escort agency remains aloof, indifferent to matters that do not concern it; the Pan family is unwilling to provoke trouble; and Linghu takes no stance in mediating the situation. For a moment, the atmosphere turned cold, with only the relentless sound of rain outside.
As the two exchanged another move, Linghu Tuan Yuan's half arm trembled several times. She thought to herself, "The beauty adorned with flowers" is truly like a peony facing a bull when matched against the Iron Sand Palm. Hong Fu Ren does not concern himself with the realm of martial arts, relying solely on brute strength, which is no wonder he has remained beneath the rank of Martial Saint for many years
Lady Qi said with concern: "He is an old friend of your father and also a prominent official of Nanyue."
Pan Yixin and the maid recognized Linghu Tuan Yuan, "Miss, isn't that..."
Hong Furenshen solemnly asked: "Who taught you this sword technique? The Seven Swords of Annihilation, I have never heard of them in my life. What are the remaining two swords?" Setting aside the first two swords, starting from the first style of Annihilation to the fifth style, Linghu Tuan Yuan's sword techniques were varied and diverse, each style embodying a different sword intent: the expressive sword, the feminine sword, the carefree sword, the unrestrained sword, and the fierce sword. If it were not for personal experience, Hong Furenshen would find it hard to imagine that the sword aura of the same person could change repeatedly. Starting from the first style of Annihilation to the fifth style, Linghu Tuan Yuan's sword techniques were varied and diverse, each style embodying a different sword intent: the expressive sword, the feminine sword, the carefree sword, the unrestrained sword, and the fierce sword. If it were not for personal experience, Hong Furenshen would find it hard to imagine that the sword aura of the same person could change repeatedly.
The calm and composed Wuqie lifted Linghu Tuan Yuan, glancing back at Wushang and Lady Qi. Wushang had already lowered his head, attentively caring for Lady Linghu.
Wu Que nodded slightly to Wu Shang, then turned to Pan Chi and said: "In that case, I would appreciate it if Manager Pan could make the introduction"
Linghu nodded slightly and lowered the carriage curtain. He was moving his family, and in the carriage sat his two sons, the second son Linghu Wushang and the legitimate son Linghu Wuqie, while his eldest son Linghu Wuyou was far away in Xiqin serving as an official
The doubts regarding the merchant convoy have been set aside, replaced instead by the death of Hua Shuang. He glanced sideways at Linghu Tuan Yuan, who was unaware that the relationship between the Hua family and the Ye family was akin to that of Pan and Linghu. Since the death of Mother Chen, every event has been related to the Ye family, as if an invisible hand has ghostly manipulated this series of occurrences.
At the beginning of autumn, Lihou also checked the pulse of Tuan Yuan, but shook his head and said: "If you and I intervene, she is likely to suffer even more injuries"
Outside the study, Pingzhen hurried back, saying, "Your Highness, the results are out!" Panting at the door of the study, Pingzhen continued, "Lord Hua indeed died from poisoning. The tea and pastries are fine, but one box of candied fruit is toxic"
In fact, the essence and true meaning of the Seven Swords of Annihilation lie in the name of this third form—"The Phoenix Soars and the Phoenix Flies." The names of the sword forms were all created by Linghu Tuan Yuan himself, and the title of Annihilation is purely a mark of respect for his master and a means to confuse and mislead his opponents in the current situation
The youth suddenly leaned out from behind the elder and shouted, "If you say there is none, then there is none; even if you kill us, there is still none!"
Only Hong Fureng was filled with rage. He had been famous for a long time, yet today he was actually entangled by a little girl to this extent. Had he known this would happen, he should have been forceful from the very beginning and repelled her with a single move. Reflecting on this, Hong Fureng suddenly understood that Linghu Tuan Yuan had been plotting against him from the start. From weakness to strength, he had gradually progressed to the ninth move
The journey was met with silence from all, as they passed through Wangshu and arrived at Chenliu. After nightfall, they settled in Baiyao County. Upon disembarking, Linghu Tuanjuan discovered that the cargo was quite thought-provoking; there were ten carts of goods, most of which were food, and there were even cooking utensils.
Wu Que put down the book and glanced at the slender waist at her side, saying: "I am quite surprised that despite your gluttony, you have not developed a barrel-shaped waist."
"This journey north to Shengjing, it is always inappropriate to be without a means of self-defense by your side." Wuqie gently turned a page of the book, "On ordinary days, wearing it at your waist can serve as a substitute for a sword, can't it?"
Although Hong Furun still possesses a lethal technique, and although he has only utilized his aura without enhancing his internal energy, at this moment, he can no longer make a move. Linghu Tuan Yuan's final strike has turned the tide, shifting from a passive to an active stance, thus controlling the battlefield. The black sand aura within a three-foot radius now belongs to her sword domain
Linghu Tuan Yuan seemed to see through his thoughts, and before the "Dragon Soaring and Phoenix Dancing" technique was fully executed, the fifth move, "Dragon and Snake in Motion," was unleashed. Like the first two moves, it adhered to the flexibility and agility that characterized the entire swordsmanship. However, what set the fifth move apart was its robust and fierce nature, wielding the sword with a vicious and unparalleled ferocity. This was the explosive intensity of Linghu Tuan Yuan, where the swordsmanship of the weak was a desperate struggle, risking their lives to the fullest.
Outside the temple, heavy rain poured down, and a small white figure suddenly darted through the curtain of rain into the hall. The vanished large white returned from enjoying the rain, leaving behind a damp footprint in the midst.
Before Pan Chi caught up with Wu Que, he asked the four members of the Hong family: "What exactly is the reason that the Iron Sand Palm is pursuing you?"
The sharp and dull sounds alternated in the ears of the crowd, while the red masses and silver shadows intertwined with the black wind. However, few could clearly see the battle situation of the two. Pan Chi sighed, "The daughter of Linghu..."
Linghu Tuan Yuan raised his fist at him, while Wu Que placed the book on her fist, saying, "Here!"
The sound of swords clashing was mixed with a fierce wind, as if countless sharp blades were continuously rushing out of the tomb. Linghu Tuan Yuan struggled to stand at the entrance of the tomb, worried about her master, but could only stop at the door. Beyond it, the cold was bone-chilling, a result of the energy field created by two masters clashing. Wu Que followed closely, standing shoulder to shoulder with her. Before them, the tomb had become unrecognizable, as if a layer of stone skin had been peeled away, losing its former color, pale and grim.
Linghu Liqiu said to Pan Chi: "I will stay here to keep watch, thank you for your trouble"
Linghu Tuan Yuan nodded. Wu Que, having concealed his aura for a long time, was far more perceptive than her, and the implication of Wu Que's words was for her to be on guard, as the women of the Linghu family were to be protected by her
Linghu Tuan Yuan did not respond, and the seventh style emerged quietly. Having witnessed the intricacies of the first six swords, the seventh sword left everyone dumbfounded. The onlookers could only see Linghu Tuan Yuan's hand trembling and the sword quivering, with the fine water slanting, the sword technique appearing chaotic, and the sword's momentum lacking any force, as if it were the last gasp of a strong crossbow, a desperate display of a tired donkey's tricks
The second form of the Silent Extinction is the sword style that Linghu Tuan Yuan is most adept at. One can see the young girl smile slightly, her exquisite beauty and elegant swordplay, as she lightly flicks her sword across the water, creating an unparalleled grace and an indescribable elegance. Countless men in the temple are captivated, for this is a rare sight of a remarkable female swordsman. Hong Fureng also sees her for the first time and thinks to himself that given time, this woman will surely stand out among the heroes. However, he feels regretful at the moment, as the Iron Sand Palm has never been a technique that shows mercy to the delicate; even a beauty who has stepped out of a fairyland will not be spared if she stands in his way.
Xi Ri Xuan Hao picked up a box of candied fruits and asked, "Lord Linghu, do you still think there is an issue with the candied fruits? But you also know that these two boxes of candied fruits were not opened before I discovered the body of Hua Shuang. I merely asked someone to check them together as a matter of convenience"
Hong Fureng looked at Wuqie and said: "Today, I originally intended to take your life along with everything else. However, considering the favor of the esteemed young master, I will spare your life. Hand over the items!"
Pan Chi followed behind, listening to the two young men speaking with reckless abandon
On the side, Linghu Tuan Yuan asked Lady Qi: "Mother, who is Lord Hua?"
Hong Furens' complexion returned to normal. He clasped his fists and said to Wuqiu: "As for the two clans of Nanyue, I, Hong, have something to say in advance. Now that the prior agreement has been fulfilled, we shall proceed according to the agreement. I will take these four with me, and we shall meet again in the future"
"Hehe, is there no one here?" Hong Furun laughed triumphantly. He would never give up on that thing; as long as the two families could save face, that was enough for him. He drew a line, solely to make them retreat in the face of difficulty
Pan Yixin was quite surprised, as she could not tell at all that she was a daughter of the Linghu family. Linghu Tuan Yuan? A noblewoman skilled in martial arts? Pan Yixin looked at her brother, Pan Weizhi, who was gazing at the young girl in the arena with a worried expression.
Guard Gu smiled, and the three of them exited the side hall, conversing in the corridor. From Guard Gu, Wuqie, and Pan Chi learned that Hua Shuang died in a closed study, which was his place for handling private matters. The coroner's initial examination indicated death by poison, and the autopsy is still ongoing. King Liang is currently in the study with the clan leaders of the Pan and Lihu families, searching for clues.
"As you command." Wanfu smiled and bowed, and immediately after, he vanished from sight, a gust of cold wind rushing out the door, forcefully pushing aside Linghu and the other person.
Wuqie maintained an unchanged expression, merely offering a cupped-hand salute in farewell. Pan Chi recalled the shocking words exchanged between the Liang King and Linghu Tuan Yuan at the Linghu residence, secretly pondering that the clan leader truly possessed foresight; this Linghu woman was too formidable and was not a suitable match for their own young master
The aura of the iron sand rapidly expanded within a three-foot radius, and Linghu Tuan Yuan, caught in the midst of it, soon found himself in a perilous situation. Wu Que wanted to call for a halt; the deaths of the four members of the Hong family were inconsequential, and whether Hong Fu Ren succeeded or not was irrelevant. If the fight continued and Linghu Tuan Yuan suffered severe injuries, it would exceed what he could bear. Pan Wei Zhi trembled all over, and one hand unconsciously brushed against Wu Que. Wu Que steeled himself and said in a deep voice: "She can do it!" Pan Wei Zhi nodded with difficulty. Pan Wei Zhi trembled all over, and one hand unconsciously brushed against Wu Que. Wu Que steeled himself and said in a deep voice: "She can do it!" Pan Wei Zhi nodded with difficulty.
"Aren't you here as well? What's the matter, is the state government unable to accommodate people?" a guard replied irritably
After Gu the bodyguard absorbed the internal energy, he was about to praise Linghu Tuan Yuan for his youthful accomplishments, but Linghu Tuan Yuan had already fallen asleep
On the side, Tao asked: "What happened up ahead?"
Hong Furenshu's complexion was deep, while Linghu Tuanjuan walked slowly, yet with a sense of strength in each step. Those with discerning eyes in the court could tell that the sixth sword of Jimi was certainly different from the previous five swords. Suddenly, a voice erupted from the Pan family crowd: "Miss Linghu, keep it up!"
Within the encirclement of the Iron Sand Palm, the delicate water-like movements, with their eastward sweeps and westward thrusts, flowed effortlessly, clearly representing an inescapable encirclement attack. However, Linghu Tuan Yuan repeatedly blocked these with her ungraceful sword techniques. She was full of flaws, yet if Hong Fu Ren were to change his palm technique to exploit one of her weaknesses, that flaw would vanish and turn into an advantage instead. This is also the essence of the sword intent of "Spring Earthworm and Autumn Snake," concealing the lure of drawing the snake out of its hole and the deadly net of heaven and earth beneath the guise of a crude sword style.
Linghu Tuan Yuan was taken aback; although this person was smiling, and the smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, it nonetheless gave her a sense of malevolence
When the servants of the Linghu family set up a large iron pot and started a fire to cook, the other three families were left dumbfounded. In the desolate mountains and wilderness, while others were gnawing on dry rations, the Linghu family was actually having a hot meal
Hong Furong observed that her sword technique was rather ordinary, and thought that the Seven Swords of Annihilation had already passed. The Seven Swords had nearly showcased all the prevailing sword styles of the time, leaving no room for an eighth sword; thus, it would come to an end here.
Lijiamu fell silent for a moment and said: "Twelve years ago, I was not his match; twelve years later, I am still inferior."
The escort agency was dissatisfied, yet could not withstand the combined might of the two prominent families of Nanyue
Linghu Yue remained silent, merely staring at the desk. The study was filled predominantly with books; aside from the bookcase containing various volumes and illustrated works, there was the desk and a grand scholar's chair. On the desk were writing instruments, scattered books, a cup of cool tea, a box of cloud cakes, and two small boxes of preserved fruits. The food samples had been collected and submitted to the forensic expert along with the body of the deceased, but the test results had yet to be released
The merchant, being quite perceptive, moved aside first. The members of the Linghu family were quick and agile, swiftly clearing a space and laying down a mat. They first invited Lady Qi to rest, and then the women of the Pan family were also settled comfortably. Pan Chi suppressed his dissatisfaction and sat beside the merchant, separating the two parties.
Li Jiamu remained silent; after sheathing his sword, a crack appeared in his tiger's mouth, and a stream of fresh blood quickly flowed down the icy blade, coursing along its length, where the hot blood met the ice sword, producing a hissing and vibrating sound. Linghu Tuan Yuan was taken aback, realizing that his master had actually suffered a loss. Blood dripped onto the ground, and the ice sword suddenly melted, transforming into a pool of blood.
Hong Fureng was momentarily thrown off balance. Initially, he thought that Linghu Tuan Yuan's swordsmanship was agile and delicate, but he did not expect that at this moment, the young woman's sword style had undergone a significant transformation. It was now bold and expansive, yet seamlessly connected, exhibiting a spontaneous sword technique while employing intricate sword forms. Hong Fureng found himself at a loss, retreating three steps, and his face darkened with anger. He had given Linghu face, yet Linghu had disregarded his dignity. The color of his Iron Sand Palm turned black, and the air in the arena suddenly became tense. The guards from the Pan and Linghu families quickly formed a line, standing protectively in front of the women. Hong Fureng was still at a loss, retreating three steps, and his face darkened with anger. He had given Linghu face, yet Linghu had disregarded his dignity. The color of his Iron Sand Palm turned black, and the air in the arena suddenly became tense. The guards from the Pan and Linghu families quickly formed a line, standing protectively in front of the women. Pan Guzi watched Linghu Tuan Yuan intently through the gaps in the crowd, while Pan Yixin cast a puzzled glance at her. Pan Guzi whispered, "Her swordsmanship has improved!"
Immediately, Hong Fureng, who was in the midst of the situation, felt that this was indeed the most formidable sword he had ever encountered in his life. The power did not lie in the internal strength or the exquisite swordsmanship, but rather in the terrifying pair of eyes. Linghu Tuan Yuan's eyes were not frightening; what was frightening was the pair behind them, which seemed capable of seeing through the vicissitudes of life and penetrating the martial arts of the world. Guided by that pair of eyes, Linghu Tuan Yuan drew her sword flatly, and the position she assumed was beyond comprehension, with the sword's point directed at the most difficult angles for Hong Fureng to defend against, forcing him to respond hastily. His Iron Sand Palm had already been executed to its maximum range, yet he still could not defend against the sword's momentum.
Old Master Hong was momentarily at a loss for words, causing Pan Chi to furrow his brows
After Hong Furong saw her mysterious smile, his expression suddenly changed, and a chill of otherworldly clarity emanated from him. The surrounding atmosphere also shifted, as if the sound of rain had been obstructed, and the temple instantly became sacred. Could this be the sword energy of extinction? Hong Furong became secretly cautious. The disciples of the family practiced martial arts, often guided by renowned masters, and even before the sword of extinction was drawn, the style of his mentor, Linghu Tuan Yuan, was already apparent.
A trickle of water flashed, and Linghu Tuan Yuan moved forward, "First move!"
Wu Que glanced at Li Qiu and said: "Uncle Qiu, her energy channels are in disarray. Let us work together to help her clear them first."
Linghu Tuan Yuan felt a surge of anger, truly, the good-natured young master is easy to bully! Lady Qi whispered while holding her hand: "Tuan Yuan, the big white one is missing!"
Linghu Tuan Yuan took a step back, stood up straight, yet a soft voice filled with blessings whispered in his ear, "We will meet again, hehe, little Tuan Yuan"
Wu Que was just about to pick up the downcast Da Bai when Hong Fu Ren was a step quicker.
Linghu Tuan Yuan sighed rarely, saying: "Setting aside all the worldly troubles, with a cold heart and a quiet spirit, only then can one see through and understand..."
Linghu Yue replied with a flowery phrase, saying: "I wish to cut through the chaos with a swift blade, but alas, you are unwilling..."
Wu Que smiled and said, "Everything that is said to be useful is indeed useful; it all depends on how it is used. Sometimes, even the smallest skills can turn the tide and determine victory or defeat"
Linghu Tuan Yuan turned around, and the window shutter fell. "What on earth is going on?" As she approached, she clearly saw the object on the table, a silver-white ribbon shimmering in the candlelight. Linghu Tuan Yuan was taken aback; that was not just a ribbon. "Did you bring me the fine water?"
Linghu Tuan Yuan scrutinized him from head to toe, truly deserving of being the favored child of the Linghu family, well-off and prosperous. The complexities in his heart were unspoken, yet he could conceal them just like his father.
In addition to the dozens of carriages from the Pan family, there was also a convoy from the escort agency and two merchant carriages. The three parties were engaged in discussions, and Linghu Yue quickly joined the negotiations.
Without flaws yet says: "Do not regret if you do not come"
At this moment, Linghu Wushang, who had been taking care of the unconscious Lady Qi, said: "Third brother, take Fourth sister to the prefecture!"
Pan Yue also witnessed this scene, and he sighed to Linghu Yue: "Your precious son, are you afraid that my granddaughter is not worthy of him"
In the midst of profound silence, the mastery of the Iron Sand Palm is formidable. Linghu Tuan Yuan, as a woman, has fought to this extent; although defeated, she is still honored. Observing this final sword strike, it is conventional and standard; how could it possibly prevail
Pan Weizhi retreated to the sidelines and shouted, "Miss Linghu, be cautious in your response!"
Linghu Tuan Yuan put away the book and shook his head at him, "You are beyond saving!" Immediately after, she jumped out of the window
Hong Furong stepped into the Bagua Palace, facing the enemy with a single palm. Suddenly, a young girl approached gracefully, her sword's aura flowing elegantly, resembling a breath of fresh air in the dimly lit temple. With rich combat experience, Hong Furong struck calmly in mid-air, blocking Linghu Tuan Yuan's long-range sword path. As he released his internal energy, Linghu Tuan Yuan changed her sword technique; engaging in a direct clash of internal forces would be tantamount to seeking death. With a flick of her wrist, the soft sword sang like a gentle stream, bending in the air like a crescent moon. The crescent moon swiftly descended and spun, intertwining with Hong Furong's palm wind, producing a crisp sound as the two exchanged their first move. As he released his internal energy, Linghu Tuan Yuan changed her sword technique; engaging in a direct clash of internal forces would be tantamount to seeking death. With a flick of her wrist, the soft sword sang like a gentle stream, bending in the air like a crescent moon. The crescent moon swiftly descended and spun, intertwining with Hong Furong's palm wind, producing a crisp sound as the two exchanged their first move.
Wu Que coldly said: "There will be no next time"
Hong Furens face appeared grim, while Pan and Linghu were equivalent to half of Nanyue. He glared at the four members of the Hong family, who were remarkably swift, having managed to run under two good umbrellas.
Wuqie hesitated, feeling that he was not at the same level as Tuan Yuan, and even if he had been in the past, he would not have been able to help Lijiamu. However, Linghu Tuan Yuan noticed that his clothes were torn in several places and that his cheeks were marked with two blood streaks from the stones. In a moment of impulsiveness, she wriggled out of his embrace and took the lead. As she ran, Wuqie was unable to catch her in time and could only follow closely behind.
What is meant to come will eventually come; I cannot stay by your side forever. Li Jiamu gazed at Linghu Tuan Yuan and said, "You must remember, you are my disciple, and your surname is Linghu"
Wuqie quickly ran into the state capital, his red clothing soaked by the rain. The Linghu Tuan Yuan in his arms became slightly more alert after being drenched, and said softly: "Next time... I will make that person lose all their teeth!"
The fine water wildly spewed silver flames, and the iron sand palm stirred up a surging black tide, yet the two were locked in a battle with no clear victor. Unfortunately, Linghu Tuan Yuan consistently suffered due to her internal energy, and the result of this hard clash was that she was completely weakened. After executing "Dragon and Snake in Motion," she actually retreated seven steps before she could dissipate the internal energy of the iron sand palm
As Linghu Liqiu shouted, "Good!" Hong Fureng suddenly withdrew from the battlefield, not wanting to stay for a moment, his old face filled with shame.
Hong Furens eyes blinked, and he said: "Both of you gentlemen hold esteemed positions. I, Hong, would prefer not to engage in combat with you. Should any harm occur, I would not be able to bear the consequences. Given the number of people you have, you can simply choose anyone."
"Aunt Pan, what do you mean by that?" the maid asked, puzzled.
Linghu Tuan Yuan was deeply moved, while Wu Que felt despondent
Lijiamu turned to Wuqie, who remained silent, yet understood his meaning. After a long silence, Lijiamu revealed the long-buried past that Linghu Tuan Yuan had yearned for over the years. Unlike Linghu Tuan Yuan's hopes, he spoke of her father
Linghu Tuan Yuan, dressed in red attire, knelt beside Lady Qi without any adornments, and Pan Yixin merely regarded her as a senior maid. Pan Guzi lowered her head and sat behind Pan Yixin.
"You can perform four moves against me, yet you have already..." Hong Furens words were abruptly interrupted by Ling Hu Tuan Yuans third form of silence.
Linghu Tuan Yuan also heard Pan Chi's words, "Young master, you are just too kind-hearted!"
Say something useful
Pan Weizhi held the large white object in his arms, gazing intently as he embraced the reunion and soared away. The summer sky was overcast, and the torrential rains of the south poured down relentlessly, creating an atmosphere of profound oppression
"To deal with you, I do not need the men of my family." Linghu Tuan Yuan calmed her mind; her intense anger did not cloud her judgment. Her opponent was Hong Fu Ren, a renowned figure in the martial world, the foremost expert beneath the Martial Saint.
Is there no man in the Linghu family? Hong Fureng is unwilling to engage with the young lady of the Linghu family
Old Master Hong's two sons forced the young man to kneel down with them. Pan Weizhi, feeling a pang of compassion, raised his voice and said: "Mr. Hong, today please give our Pan family from Nanyue and Linghu some face and let them go!"
Wu Que thought for a moment and said, "Come to my room after dinner, I will leave the window open for you."
My son ... ... " Madam Qi, unable to see the situation of the battle in the arena and hearing the shouts of the young man from the Hong family, became so anxious that she fainted. Without injury immediately pushed through the crowd and rushed to her side to provide care.
Linghu Tuan Yuan noticed his serious expression and, realizing it was not the time to compete for the lead, had no choice but to muster all his internal strength to resist the chilling winds of the graveyard. The two of them moved swiftly, one in front of the other, and as they progressed, the winds grew increasingly intense. Suddenly, Wu Que came to a halt, and Linghu Tuan Yuan nearly collided with his back. Just as she was about to ask, "What happened?" Wu Que turned to shield his sister, and a powerful gust of wind suddenly erupted ahead, billowing their clothes.
At this moment, Linghu Tuan Yuan and Wu Que understood that the merchants were peculiar; they were fleeing for their lives
Linghu Tuan Yuan's first form of Jimi, "Initial Writing of Huang Ting," did not gain any advantage over Hong Fu Ren, unless her master performed this move, which would allow it to be executed to perfection. On the day Linghu Tuan Yuan practiced the Seven Swords, the most challenging to master was indeed this first sword. The reason for this is quite simple; it is related to Linghu Tuan Yuan's temperament. She found it very difficult to perform tasks that were conventional and just right.
The representatives from the Pan family were Young Master Pan Weizhi and the steward Pan Chi. Once Linghu Yue arrived, the power of discourse shifted. Linghu Tuan Yuan listened attentively from the carriage; the mountain road ahead was long and treacherous, with the fear of wild beasts lurking, and it was night, so the escort agency refused to proceed. The merchant convoy had originally intended to stick with the escort agency, but later the Pan family insisted on traveling the mountain road at night. The merchants, sensing an opportunity, wanted to switch to the Pan family, but the escort agency would not agree. What started as a minor issue escalated into a matter of Pan Chi bullying others with his power and the escort agency's need to maintain its reputation. The merchant convoy had originally intended to stick with the escort agency, but later the Pan family insisted on traveling the mountain road at night. The merchants, sensing an opportunity, wanted to switch to the Pan family, but the escort agency would not agree. What started as a minor issue escalated into a matter of Pan Chi bullying others with his power and the escort agency's need to maintain its reputation.
Not enough!" Hong Furun laughed and said, "Come again!" Giving face to the two families, he would let her have a few moves, and after a few more exchanges, he would be able to determine the outcome.
The tone of the Lijiamu language is heavier, therefore, regardless of what happens, you must not change your surname
Aunt Pan waved her hand and said, "These words are not mine. Today, I speak to the young lady merely to offer a reminder. The Linghu family is known for producing foxes, and each member of the Linghu family is as cunning as a fox. The Linghu family is nothing but a den of foxes"
Linghu Yue let out a light sigh; Pan Yue had no intention of entering into this marriage from the very beginning
The gentle stream rises high once more, yet the feminine breeze has completely vanished. The flowing water is as lively as a silver bird soaring high, and it resembles a surging torrent, transforming the aura of Linghu Tuan Yuan from initial expressiveness to a multitude of elegance, culminating in a refreshing grace in mid-air. With the vastness of the sea and sky, phoenixes soar and dragons dance, fully displaying her temperament. Even if her internal strength is inferior to that of her opponent, even if her martial prowess is lower, even if her arms are weak, and even if she still bears some internal injuries, Linghu Tuan Yuan possesses a martial realm far superior to her opponent's, along with a fervent heart of the sword. With her heart as the intention and her emotions as the sword's release, she finds strength in her hands and faith in her heart. Even if her internal strength is inferior to that of her opponent, even if her martial prowess is lower, even if her arms are weak, and even if she still bears some internal injuries, Linghu Tuan Yuan possesses a martial realm far superior to her opponent's, along with a fervent heart of the sword. With her heart as the intention and her emotions as the sword's release, she finds strength in her hands and faith in her heart
Hong Furens' palms met in greeting, the wind generated by his inner strength howling back and forth in the upper three paths, presenting a stark contrast between his solid and powerful stance and the graceful and variable movements of the female swordsman. The delicate water-like sword flowers danced in the air, and each time they touched the palm wind, they fell like silver light onto the ground, causing the members of the family to secretly sweat for Linghu Tuan Yuan.
A short young man among the merchants could not help but sigh, saying: "So this is what it means to be from a prominent family..."
Xi Ri Xuan Hao did not travel day and night; after arriving in Tongshan City, he was invited by Hua Shuang to his residence for a banquet. After the night banquet, he stayed at the Hua residence, but upon waking early the next morning, he found that Hua Shuang had died in the study. What further troubled Xi Ri Xuan Hao was that Hua Shuang's death was as bizarre as that of Chen Mama. When Hua Shuang was discovered, the doors and windows of the study were tightly closed, with no signs of external force or disturbance, making it appear as though Hua Shuang had locked himself in the study and then died. In one place, a person dies; in another, a major case arises. This trip to Nanyue has brought the Liang King an extraordinary amount of misfortune.
Linghu Yue could not have imagined that Hua Shuang had passed away last night. Pan Yue also did not expect to encounter King Liang again in Tongshan City. The two of them did not even have time to catch their breath before being summoned by Pingzhen to meet King Liang. When the three parties met, they all wore sorrowful expressions; none of the three faces looked the worst, only increasingly worse.
Linghu Tuan Yuan, along with Linghu Hai Lan and Wu Shang's wife, Tao Shi, shared one carriage; Lady Qi and her two concubines occupied another carriage. Behind the three main carriages, there were five additional carriages carrying people, and ten carriages loaded with goods.
Hailan was astonished
Hong Fureng frowned. Initially, he surveyed the crowd without glancing towards the women. However, the lightness of Lihou Tuan Yuan's skills had just been revealed; she was indeed the most accomplished person in the hall. Women who have mastered martial arts to a high degree are not to be trifled with, especially since she is also a well-off young lady
Upon hearing that voice, Pan Wei knew it was his own servant, Pan Ping. Following closely, the guards of the Linghu family also began to shout. Among the group, the young men from the Hong family shouted the loudest; their lives hung by a thread, and that thread was in the hands of Linghu Tuan Yuan
The four members of the Hong family looked at Pan Weizhi with gratitude, and Young Master Yu also stepped forward, suggesting that Hong Fureng would likely give him some face
"Where did the wild cat come from?" Hong Fureng mocked, "Is there no one to step down? Is there a wild cat to spar with me, Hong?"
Linghu Tuan Yuan's face flushed red, revealing a hint of embarrassment. Wu Que, sensing that something was amiss, immediately grasped her wrist. However, Pan Wei Zhi's outstretched hand caught the large white object. He saw Linghu Tuan Yuan leaning softly against Wu Que, who supported her with both hands.
As soon as he spoke, everyone was astonished. These four individuals were actually related to Hong Furén, and Hong Furén was ruthless even towards his own relatives! What on earth could provoke the Iron Sand Palm to turn against his own kin?
However, ... ... Linghu Tuan Yuan put down his sword again, and the fine water returned to the belt, "This sword is truly excellent!" The advantage of fine water is not beneath the azure sky
Lijiamu said coldly: "The sharpness of the sword ultimately relies on external objects. You still do not know that Wanfufu is fundamentally not skilled in martial arts." If he were to wield the Qingming sword, he would be defeated even before the battle begins
Linghu Tuan Yuan nodded, suddenly feeling the cold wind rise beneath the jade ring. Wu Que warned, "Be careful," and the two of them jumped down simultaneously. The tomb was filled with a dense, chilling wind, starkly contrasting with the scenery above the ring. As Linghu Tuan Yuan was about to move forward, he was pulled back by Wu Que, who said, "Stay behind me."
His figure swayed at the doorway, then vanished into the curtain of rain, leaving behind a biting remark that lingered in the downpour, "What a fine family of Linghu, what a splendid reunion of Linghu, I, Hong, have received it! The days ahead are long, let us wait and see!"
This was the first time Pan Yixin encountered the renowned young master often mentioned by the people of Nanyue. Linghu Wuqie, a few years younger than Pan Weizhi and also a scion of a prestigious family, was dressed in a splendid red robe that was both bright and striking. However, Pan Yixin always felt that something was amiss. Noble youths often favored vibrant clothing, sometimes even more than women, and typically donned red attire that showcased their extravagant and flirtatious nature. Yet, Linghu Wuqie exuded an air of mystery akin to a veil. Before meeting King Liang, Pan Yixin had been quite interested in the matters of the young master, but after her encounter with King Liang, her enthusiasm for the young master waned. Now, upon seeing the real young master, Pan Yixin once again felt a surge of complex emotions.
You are too polite
Pan Chi gazed at Linghu Tuan Yuan in his arms and said: "We are all on the same side, Young Master Linghu need not be so formal."
It seems that the only option left is to select someone from the Linghu family, as Tuan Yuan is definitely not an option; her internal injuries have yet to heal. Moreover, there are many guards from the Linghu family present, making it unreasonable to send a girl into the arena.
The maid let out a chuckle, and Pan Yixin couldn't help but find it amusing, giving the maid a glare. Looking again at the young man in red outside the window, Pan Yixin's feelings had already changed; no matter how small a fox is, it is still a fox.
At this moment, Linghu Tuan Yuan raised an eyebrow and shouted, "The final sword, prepare to receive it!"
Lady Qi gently patted the hands of her two daughters, feeling a sense of melancholy for a while, and was left speechless
After Linghu Liqiu returned, the Linghu family's convoy continued to move forward. Upon reaching the hillside, Linghu Tuan Yuan could clearly see that the Pan family's convoy was also blocked there. Both families were heading north, but unlike the Linghu family, the Pan family had their banners flying high, with a uniform display of luxury cars and fine horses, while the Linghu family maintained a low profile, only having wide vehicles and large horses. Wu Que initially intended to bring his own convoy along, but was rebuked by Linghu.
The bodyguards immediately increased the distance between themselves and the merchants
Good! Hong Fureng praised, although for him, this kind of movement technique was not advantageous, merely possessing aesthetic value.
Hong Fureng then realized that the cat belonged to the Linghu family, and he chuckled dryly, "Isn't it just a cat?"
Linghu Tuan Yuan nodded to himself, recognizing that Pan Weizhi had always been a good person, which explained why Wu Que valued him. However, Pan Chi and the other members of the Pan family were worried; originally, it was quite favorable for You Wei to step forward, but with Young Master Yu taking such a stand, the Pan family could no longer turn a blind eye.
Pan Chi lamented, "It is too forced!"
After Wu Que stabilized himself, he supported Ling Hu Tuan Yuan, who had a pale complexion and two streams of nasal blood flowing down. He secretly thought that it was not good, as hot blood surged within him as well. Wu Que forced himself to suppress it, and Li Jia Mu coldly said: "First, adjust your breathing; we will talk after stabilizing."
Linghu Tuan Yuan straightened his soft sword and said with a smile that was not quite a smile: "Alright, watch me perform the Seven Swords of Annihilation!"
Indeed, Mr. Hong relaxed his grip, and everyone was pleased.
Wu Que looked at a yellowed book in his hand and casually remarked, "I said back then, what is mine is yours."
This single word carries profound meaning, and Linghu Tuan Yuan faintly perceives that the name her uncle called out is not her father's. The foremost figure outside the patriarch of the Linghu family, Linghu Shen, who once held a third-rank official position, must be expressing something more complex than mere feelings of parting.
It turned out that her internal injury had long since relapsed. That day, she merely observed the duel between Lijiamu and Wanfufu, and her energy and blood had already been disrupted with Wuqiu. Just as she unleashed that sword strike, her internal energy and blood surged violently. While speaking with the young man from the Hong family, she was suppressing her internal injury, but ultimately could not contain it. At this moment, her entire body felt weak, and she could barely stand.
Linghu Wuqie seemed to sense the gaze from behind the car window. He glanced over, only to hear Pan Weizhi ask, "Has your sister's injury healed?"
The person's previously playful expression faded, revealing a hint of the demeanor typical of a figure from the martial world. "Ah, from the Linghu family, oh, still a privileged young master. It seems my luck is not good enough; I must give some face to the Linghu family."
Miss Linghu! Miss Linghu... The formidable enemy has retreated, and the young man from the Hong family joyfully rushes towards Linghu Tuan Yuan, yet he finds himself unable to express his gratitude. The surroundings are filled with praises, but only Pan Yixin still feels uncomfortable, repeatedly addressing her as "Miss".
Linghu Tuan Yuan looked towards Wu Que and saw the large white creature in his arms. The large white creature was dead, yet she could not withstand even ten moves from him, and had to watch him take away four people. Those taken away were not just four individuals, but four lives
Pan Yue replied: "This old minister is incompetent, and I humbly request Your Highness's forgiveness"
Wu Que of Nanyue says: "Wu Que of the Linghu family!"
"Fu Ren, as their uncle, I implore you to spare my two sons and one grandson. You have already killed the entire Nai Bei family, and our Hong family now has only three male descendants left. I am at the end of my days and my death is of little consequence, but they are still young. We truly do not possess that item. If you are still unsatisfied, then kill me, but grant these three a chance to live!"
With a flawless smile, Hong Fureng is looking for a way out
There are a total of 10 moves, and half remain. Linghu Tuan Yuan gritted her teeth and executed the fourth move of her sword technique. "Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dancing" closely pursued the sword wind of "Phoenix Soaring and Dragon Flying," yet it was even more agile and skillful. The delicate stream of water resembled a silver dragon, akin to the king of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, contending with the Iron Sand Palm. The black wind and silver light clashed, but the black wind had the upper hand. One was solid and the other exquisite; Linghu Tuan Yuan suffered due to her youth. Her swordsmanship was extraordinary, yet her combat experience was inferior to Hong Fu Ren, and her cultivation was also a level lower. Even though she was unscathed, her normal response could only reach this level.
"Is it Master Pan Jiayu?" Hong Fureng asked tentatively
How could Hong Furun not understand the implicit meaning in Pan Weizhi's words? It was a reminder of the precious daughter of Linghu Tuan Yuan. He felt a twinge of regret; what was the point of catching that cat? Killing a mere cat had instead brought forth a girl who was even more untouchable than wealth.
Wu Que sighed, "I do not possess the talent for learning swordsmanship like you do, and Mr. Li is unwilling to accept me. What he has taught me are merely these unorthodox methods and trivial skills."
With a furrowed brow, he felt for the first time that his martial arts were inferior to Linghu Tuan Yuan. Only he understood this final sword strike, not because his cultivation was superior to others, but because he had seen this sword path before; it was the sword path that Li Jia Mu used when battling against Feicui Jue and Wanfu.
At this moment, Hong Furun, who had come up with an idea, said: "I can give you face, but it depends on whether you have the ability to earn it. It is said that among the four great families of the world, the Southern Yue occupies two, which can be considered a gathering of talents. Among your two clans, as long as someone can withstand ten of my moves, then today's matter will be considered resolved, and I, Hong Furun, will have no further words and will turn to leave. However, if no one can withstand it, heh heh, then I am sorry, I will take away the four of them, and whether they live or die is none of your two families' concern, heh heh, it never was."
The black sand aura was severed, and Hong Furun responded to change with constancy, once again summoning an even more powerful black sand wind. "Entering the wood three points" boldly advanced, making Lifu Tuan Yuan feel as if she were stabbing iron; the black sand aura was hard to penetrate. Her left arm, exerting all its strength, began to tingle and heat up, while the fine water also underwent a transformation. Were it not for the fine water being a rare and valuable tool in the world, she would not have been able to pierce the black sand. However, it was precisely the soft sword attribute of the fine water that reduced the forcefulness of "Entering the wood three points". She could only adapt to the situation, drawing out that three points of sword intent before piercing through the black sand. Were it not for the fine water being a rare and valuable tool in the world, she would not have been able to pierce the black sand. However, it was precisely the soft sword attribute of the fine water that reduced the forcefulness of "Entering the wood three points". She could only adapt to the situation, drawing out that three points of sword intent before piercing through the black sand.
Linghu Tuan Yuan could not decipher his expression, which was a half-smile, as if he was certain she would take the bait, and then he turned his head and said: "I won't go!"
How formidable is Wanfu? What exactly has he come to do? Is he an enemy or a friend? Linghu Tuan Yuan did not dare to inquire about his injuries
Wuqiu moved his lips but did not continue speaking. At that moment, Dabai came running over; it had been cooped up in Lady Qi's carriage for a long time, and as soon as it was released, it dashed straight to its owner. Wuqiu bent down, lifted the cat by its neck, and placed it in the crook of his arm. The striking contrast of the red clothing and the white cat was quite eye-catching, causing Pan Yixin's maid to stare in astonishment. With their affluence and elegance, and Pan Lang's gentle demeanor, each of them was a top-notch individual when viewed separately, but together they were truly captivating.
"According to Mr. Hong's intention, what should be done?" asked Pan Weizhi
Pan Weizhi suddenly exclaimed "Oh", and Linghu Tuan Yuan perked up his ears; someone was approaching through the rain
Linghu Tuan Yuan waved his sword with his left hand, a seemingly meaningless gesture, yet it caused Hong Fu Ren to rein in his anger. Linghu Tuan Yuan secretly thought it was a pity! Her left-handed sword swing was necessary; she had not yet reached the realm of Li Jia Mu. No matter what sword Li Jia Mu held, it was as if he had been wielding it for decades. However, with her single sword swing, it actually calmed Hong Fu Ren's mind.
I cannot make a trip in vain
"Dabai, no!" Linghu Tuan Yuan could no longer hold back and stood up, but it was still a moment too late. Dabai, with its claws bared, was thrown to the ground by Hong Fureng. The force of the Iron Sand Palm was a casual move for Hong Fureng, something that an ordinary person could hardly withstand, let alone a cat. Linghu Tuan Yuan watched as Dabai hit the ground and then lay motionless on its back with its four paws in the air.
The sword lives up to its name, resembling a clear stream flowing from the verdant mountains and dark stones, effortlessly expressive. The sword technique is neither too hot nor too cold, with the sword's movement perfectly balanced, pleasing to the eye yet demanding one's full attention. Hong Fureng increasingly affirmed that Linghu Tuan Yuan came from a prestigious lineage, yet with his years of experience in the martial world, he could not discern her origins.
The two people watched the rain for a long time, during which there was only this one line of dialogue
Linghu Tuan Yuan's third form of the Annihilation technique provoked Hong Fu Ren's anger, yet she did not feel well herself. The pseudo-intent of Annihilation took its bow, while the Iron Sand Palm became increasingly fierce. The strength of her internal energy was simply beyond her current cultivation level. Hong Fu Ren was pushed back three steps, but the "Phoenix Soaring and Dragon Flying" was thus neutralized. Subsequently, Hong Fu Ren turned his hand and unleashed waves of black energy. Linghu Tuan Yuan understood that as long as she was struck by his black palm, this exchange would come to an end. Hong Fu Ren was pushed back three steps, but the "Phoenix Soaring and Dragon Flying" was thus neutralized. Subsequently, Hong Fu Ren turned his hand and unleashed waves of black energy. Linghu Tuan Yuan understood that as long as she was struck by his black palm, this exchange would come to an end
After the guard finished his instructions, Wu Que and Pan Chi expressed their gratitude to him. However, he cast a glance at the side hall and meaningfully remarked, "This is Miss Linghu's fortune; I merely lent a helping hand."
With a slight furrow of his brow, he was not like Linghu Tuan Yuan, indifferent to worldly affairs. He had heard of the name Wanfu, the foremost expert in the imperial court, and even the best in the entire realm, the most favored eunuch of Emperor Yong.
Linghu Tuan Yuan's second move was still a feint. She was well aware that no matter how agile her movements were, facing the internal power of the Iron Sand Palm was akin to fancy techniques meeting solid strength. She approached Hong Fu Ren using her agility, solely to prepare for the subsequent eight moves. The red shadow intertwined with the sword light, darting around Hong Fu Ren's sides, while the Iron Sand Palm struck continuously, the sounds echoing incessantly. After a series of loud bangs, the two separated, with Linghu Tuan Yuan stepping back a pace, her wrist holding the sword trembling slightly
Hong Furun, who was called by name, replied nonchalantly: "Just hand over the item, and it will be settled, won't it?"
What happened to her? Pan Weizhi's voice was somewhat abnormal
What a coincidence, it started to rain as soon as we arrived
In the temple, there was an immediate silence, and anyone from Nanyue had heard of the name Hong Furén. Iron Sand Palm Hong Furén was almost the foremost figure beneath the Martial Saint, yet his reputation was poor, as many had died under his Iron Sand Palm.
Setting aside the state capital's case for the moment, the Pan and Linghu families had no choice but to find another place to station themselves. Unexpectedly, just after the convoy had left the state capital, large raindrops began to fall from the sky. Linghu Liqiu led two teams of people into the temple beside the state capital. Linghu Tuan Yuan jumped out of the carriage and went to assist Madam Qi. Upon entering the temple, she encountered the people from the escort agency and the merchant convoy who had just taken their leave.
"What are you sighing about?" Finally, Linghu Hailan could not help but ask.
The four teams adjusted their formations, with the Linghu family leading the way, the merchant convoy following closely behind, the Pan family positioned in the middle, and the escort agency bringing up the rear. After an hour had passed since nightfall, Linghu ordered a brief rest at a hillside slope.
Linghu Tuan Yuan was unable to free herself, as Lady Qi held onto her tightly, her expression one of refusal. Behind Lady Qi, Tao spoke softly: "This is none of our women's business"
Linghu Tuan Yuan forcibly memorized the sword techniques of Lijia Mu in his battle against Wanfu, having contemplated them countless times. However, he could only grasp three parts of the sword intent, which is why he could not reach the realm of the sword, yet he transcended into the domain of the sword
Linghu Tuan Yuan stepped forward, her right hand unable to wield the sword intent, yet her left hand was not necessarily so. However, it was evident that her left hand did not favor gentle streams. Lijiamu possessed the strength of a swordsmanship master and held somewhat extreme views on worldly matters, yet he had profound insights into the way of the sword. As he stated, gentle streams were indeed unsuitable for Linghu Tuan Yuan; they were too soft and lacked weight.
Hong Furong, under the gaze of the two young lords of Nanyue, pondered and said: "I have pursued them for many days across the mountains of Yue County, and finally managed to catch them, yet you ask me to return empty-handed. I have given you face, but I have lost my own. How can I continue to navigate the jianghu in the future?"
Linghu Tuan Yuan glanced a few times, momentarily calming her mind. The fact that her master did not use the Qingming Sword indicated that he still had more techniques to employ. However, the swordplay demonstrated by the Ice Sword was something she had never seen before. It was different from the style of the Seven Swords of Annihilation, and also distinct from the exquisite and unparalleled sword techniques of Li Jia Mu. With each move of the Ice Sword, she felt increasingly uncomfortable. Wuqie also experienced a similar discomfort, feeling his blood and energy surging in reverse as he watched Li Jia Mu's swordplay.
Linghu Tuan Yuan was greatly astonished; she finally understood that in this world, there are masters even more formidable than Lijiamu. In the realm of martial arts, there are always mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people.
The art of concealment appears simple, yet mastering it requires time. Linghu Tuan Yuan settled her mind and devoted herself to studying day and night. After three days, she made some progress in the technique and discovered that the range of her hearing had expanded several times. Just as she was feeling pleased, the galloping carriage suddenly slowed down. Linghu Tuan Yuan lifted the curtain of the carriage and saw the sun setting in the west, with many carriages parked in the open ground at the foot of the distant hillside. It turned out that Linghu Li Qiu, the steward of the Linghu family, was riding over to investigate.
The next morning, the sky was dim and overcast, seemingly on the verge of a heavy downpour. The convoy had no choice but to press on tirelessly towards the town ahead. Exhausted from the journey, they rushed into the significant southern town of Tongshan, where dark clouds loomed overhead, and a heavy rain was imminent.
Old Master Hong pleaded pitifully, while the young man, unwilling, could only lower his head. The bodyguards, who were originally dissatisfied with the two prominent families, now revealed a hint of respect.
The elder said in anger: "If I had it, I would have handed it over long ago. How could I have implicated my brother's family to the point of losing their lives?"
That person looked flawless, yet pointed to the elder among the four merchants, "For him!"
Hong Furong remained silent, contemplating in his heart. He possessed formidable martial skills, making it easy for him to kill and seize possessions. However, the presence of the prominent Linghu family from Nanyue posed a concern. If he frightened the women present, it would create enmity with the Linghu family. While he did not regard a wealthy family as a significant threat, he was wary of provoking the Linghu clan, which could unite against him.
This remarkable lightness of skill astonished everyone. Linghu Liqiu asked, "Who are you? Have you come here to seek shelter from the rain?"
Linghu Yue's expression darkened; Pan Yue's question was not misplaced. What was the motive for the murder? Pan Yue, being an elder familiar with some old matters, was well aware of the relationship between the Hua and Ye families, and he must have been thinking about the incident involving Ye Fengyao. However, Linghu Yue was fully aware of those long-standing events, yet he could not speak of them
Hong Furong also sighed, but he was surprised that Linghu Tuan Yuan, in her prime, had such mastery of swordsmanship that it compelled him to use the Iron Sand Palm. He originally thought he could easily handle a few moves, but to his astonishment, her swordplay became increasingly exquisite. After facing the "Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dancing," he truly felt the sword's momentum from Linghu Tuan Yuan, a rare composure and grandeur among female warriors. It seemed that today, if he did not injure her, it would be difficult to conclude their agreement of ten moves.
Pan Chi immediately responded, saying: "Indeed, the two guards of King Liang are not much inferior in skill to Hong Furun. On that day at our Pan residence, I exchanged a few words with them, which should not be difficult to arrange."
Linghu Tuan Yuan could not help but exclaim: "Father always worries too much, it is too burdensome."
Hong Furong also felt that the sword style was crude and was repulsed by the strange sword aura. He did not underestimate his opponent, having experienced the first six swords of extinction, each sword surpassing the last, each one different. He was certain that the seventh sword would also change. Observing Linghu Tuan Yuan, who was calm and composed, there was no sign of defeat in his demeanor. The Black Sand Palm surged once more, expanding the black sand aura to a two-foot radius. Hong Furong was determined to defeat Linghu Tuan Yuan with the ninth move.
Wuqie pondered and asked: "May I inquire, Mr. Li, what brings you here in such great fortune?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Xi Ri Xuan Hao's brows furrowed tightly once again. Half a month, was that not precisely the duration of his stay in Nanyue?
The person slowly turned around, and his expression was different from before. He smiled kindly and said, "You are his disciples? Indeed, very good, it is impressive that you have come this far at such a young age"
You must not bring shame to your surname; your father, Linghu Yue, sacrificed half of his life for you and your mother. Your father's early cultivation was far superior to yours, but for the sake of your mother, he nearly became a useless person. Back then, when your mother was gravely injured and on the brink of death, it was your father who exhausted all his internal energy day and night to save her, pulling her back from the gates of death, which ultimately led to your birth
"So many people?" that person asked Wuqie, staring at him
Linghu Yue quickly made a decision, "Let's go together"
Linghu Tuan Yuan said: "I am afraid the master will not agree." Li Jia Mu had not mentioned for over ten years that he was the secret heir of the Western Sun royal family. Later, when he did bring it up, he only mentioned that Linghu Tuan Yuan might encounter fellow disciples in the future, implying that he did not intend to meet them. Naturally, if he did not wish to meet his fellow disciples, he would certainly not be willing to meet anyone from the royal family.
The Linghu siblings returned to Wangshu, each harboring their own thoughts. As soon as they arrived, Linghu Yue and his party set off on the journey to the capital. Linghu Tuan Yuan gazed at his father and uncle, Linghu Shen, bidding farewell; their hands tightly clasped, and all words were left unspoken. Once Linghu Yue boarded the carriage, and it had traveled a few paces, Linghu Shen suddenly called out from behind: "Yue ... ... "
Without a doubt, she seemed certain that she would come, and without raising her head, she said: "Close the window"
Is there anything else for me? What book is this?
Guard Gu returned to the team, standing guard in front of the small study, and heard Xiri Xuanhao in the study asking: "So, are you saying that the two of you found nothing?"
Linghu Tuan Yuan's eyesight and hearing have greatly improved in the art of stealth. Whenever someone approaches her, she can discern whether they possess martial arts skills. Pan Yue was indeed not mistaken; the Linghu family has produced many skilled experts, and even Linghu Li Qiu has considerable martial arts prowess. However, she has only learned the basics, and she is still unable to gauge the depth of Linghu Li Qiu's abilities.
Linghu Hailan said: "Mother need not worry, Father will handle it well"
Li Jiamu had long known that someone would come to the tomb. Upon catching a glimpse of two infatuated individuals from the corner of his eye, he inwardly sighed. How could the duel between him and this person be something that the two before him could merely observe?
Wu Que was anxious, and the young man from the Hong family stared at Linghu Tuan Yuan with tears in his eyes. No one expected that she would fight to the point of severe injury for four strangers
The atmosphere in the small study became heavy again, while the heavy rain outside continued to roar
Pan Yixin spat at the maid. She said to the woman opposite her, "At least the young lady understands reason." This woman, with her hair styled in a bun and her forehead adorned, appeared to be dressed like a concubine, yet she did not quite resemble one. If Linghu Tuan Yuan were in the carriage, he would surely be astonished, for she was none other than the woman who had miraculously survived at the waterworks.
Meow... ..." Dabai broke the silence in the arena
You truly make it difficult for me to find you, running away so quickly that I had to chase you all the way to Tongshan, and I even encountered the affluence of Nanyue.
Hong Furun truly praised for the first time: "Good!" He is not interested in women's swords, nor in exquisite and unparalleled swords; what he recognizes is that fierce and ruthless spirit. Fighting is about being ruthless, unleashing a murderous aura, and this is also the martial way of Hong Furun
"What is right?" asked the young boy from the Hong family, bewildered.
The opponent seemed to see through Lijiamu's thoughts. After deflecting the ice sword with a wave of his hand, he instantly retreated three feet. He retracted the cold wind and spoke in a low, gentle voice: "Our encounter after more than ten years shall come to a halt for now"
The sword technique is simple and unadorned, seemingly executed without intention, yet each strike precisely targets the opponent's vulnerable points. If it were to be faced by Linghu Tuan Yuan and Wu Que, they would likely be unable to withstand even a single move. The incoming adversary is indeed formidable, having completely neutralized Lijiamu's swordplay. His mastery of palm techniques is exceptional, and his internal energy is remarkably profound. Several sword strikes clearly aimed at him, yet he effortlessly deflected them with the aura generated by his internal energy, causing the chilling winds swirling in the tomb to arise from his presence.
With a loud bang, the sound of the elder suddenly kneeling down was accompanied by the torrential rain beating upon the hearts of the people
Hong Furong was once again enraged, his brows furrowing with dark clouds. He had repeatedly shown forbearance towards the Linghu family, but it was not out of genuine fear of them. Since Linghu Tuan had come looking for a fight, he was prepared to accompany him to the end.
Linghu Liqiu immediately took the floor, saying, "I apologize for the disturbance, as we are outside, let us make things convenient for everyone."
The poisonous jujubes were not consumed, so how could one be poisoned? With the doors and windows tightly shut, how could poison be administered inside the room? Ling Hu Yue was not a detective; he was at a loss and could not come up with any leads despite racking his brain. He only understood one thing clearly: the death of Hua Shuang could not be hastily concluded, nor could it be directly attributed to the Ye family.
Pan Weizhi summoned the family doctor of the Pan family, and the diagnosis was the same: "Young Master, Miss Linghu was originally eight parts healed from her internal injuries, with two parts still needing time for recovery. However, after the recent battle, both new and old injuries have flared up, causing a reversal of her internal energy and blood. If we are to treat her now, we must first find a skilled practitioner to stabilize and unblock her meridians!"
Two people in a boat descend to Huanglong Beach, employing lightness techniques to climb to the mountain top. The afternoon sun shines brightly, and the emerald jade glistens with a fresh green hue. Linghu Tuan Yuan arrives before the jade, feeling a sense of lamentation: the grass and trees are indifferent, how can they care about the feelings of human separation
Hong Furun took a step forward, but he heard a girl behind him shout: "Wait, there are still three moves left"
Linghu Tuan Yuan had pushed her body technique and sword skills to the limit, with hot blood surging within her left arm. It was this surge of hot blood that supported her in enduring the ninth move with great difficulty. When the two figures separated once more, the tiger's mouth of her left hand had already cracked, with a fine stream of blood glistening with a hint of brilliance