Category: I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress

Chapter 75: Dàxīng City

The battle ended swiftly, leaving only corpses.

True to her thieving nature, Xu Xiaoyan searched the bodies of Chi Mu Heng and Xue Lang, finding a fifty-tael silver note and over twenty taels in loose silver.

A small fortune.

Jiang Yiran and the others, after taking Chi Mu Heng and Xue Lang’s heads, quickly retreated.

That night, hidden deep in the mountains, the group feasted on meat and wine, celebrating their victory and toasting Hao Xinghua and the, albeit disappointingly plain-looking, “Night Lily.”

Chi Mu Heng and Xue Lang’s treachery had claimed the lives of many righteous martial artists on their way to join the rebellion.

If not for Hao Xinghua and Night Lily, they wouldn’t have been able to avenge their fallen comrades, forced to retreat instead.

And the image of Hao Xinghua single-handedly defeating two seventh-rank experts was deeply etched in their minds, especially his final, decisive strikes.

The next day, Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan retreated with the group to a remote manor.

The manor’s owner, ostensibly a local landowner, was secretly a member of Dark Thunder.

Xu Xiaoyan went to negotiate with Jiang Yiran and the others. A while later, she returned, a small pouch in hand, a satisfied smile on her face.

Shi Hao asked, “How did it go?”

Xu Xiaoyan giggled, “Those Minor Restoration Pills are worth eight hundred taels. But they couldn’t pay the full amount, so they gave us twenty gold beans, worth three hundred and sixty taels, and the remaining four hundred and forty taels is considered our investment.

“I had them write an IOU in Fu Shiyuan’s name. If the rebel army is still around next year, they’ll repay us the principal plus double the interest.”

Shi Hao chuckled, “Double the interest? That’s eight hundred and eighty taels, plus the principal. I don’t know if you’re trying to extort them or make a charitable donation.”

Since the pills were stolen, he didn’t really care. Although, considering their market value, they had sold them cheaply.

And if the rebel army survived the barbarian court’s onslaught until next year, they would have grown too powerful to be suppressed. In that case, their profit wouldn’t just be monetary but also the potential connections within the next dynasty.

“Brother Hao!” Lu Tong approached, her voice soft, “Are you leaving?”

Shi Hao nodded slightly, “I have other matters to attend to.”

He didn’t mind joining Dark Thunder, but he was currently disguised with the Evil Shadow Disguise Technique, and the disguise couldn’t be maintained indefinitely. After a day or two, it became unbearable.

Lu Tong looked up at him, wanting to say something, then lowered her head and whispered, “Take care.”

Shi Hao looked at her and said slowly, “The martial world is a dangerous place, and your cause is a difficult one. Take care, Miss Tong.”

Lu Tong looked up at him again, “Where are you going next, Brother Hao?”

Shi Hao hesitated, then looked at Xu Xiaoyan. She giggled, “Dàxīng City! We’re going to Dàxīng City!”

Lu Tong said, “Dàxīng City… Brother Hao, wait a moment.” She turned and spoke with Jiang Yiran and the others.

After a while, she returned and whispered, “In Dàxīng City, in Wannian County, there’s a place called Calabash Alley. At the end of the alley, there’s a door. If you need our help, Brother Hao, knock three times, then five times.

“Our branch is there. They’ll contact you. We’ll inform them about you.”

Shi Hao nodded, “Thank you.” He bid farewell to Lu Tong.

She escorted them out of the manor and stood at the gate, watching them until they disappeared from sight.

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Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan walked along a small path, away from the main road. Xu Xiaoyan turned around, her hands behind her back, walking backwards as she looked at him.

Shi Hao asked, “What is it?”

Xu Xiaoyan chuckled, “You’re quite the heartbreaker. You haven’t even dealt with your last lover, and now you’ve entangled yourself with Miss Tong.”

Shi Hao said seriously, “Don’t talk nonsense! Miss Tong is a righteous warrior, a true hero. Don’t say things that could be misunderstood.”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “You said your last lover wasn’t a ‘comrade.’ And you said this Miss Tong is a comrade, nothing more. You’re clearly playing with their feelings.”

Shi Hao sighed, “The world is in chaos. Who knows what the future holds? I don’t have time for such things.”

He looked at Xu Xiaoyan, “Dàxīng City?”

Xu Xiaoyan turned around, her skirt swirling, “That’s right, we’re going to Dàxīng City! It’s one of the most prosperous cities in the world. If you want to get rich, go to Dàxīng City. You can find anything there, any information.

“It’s a melting pot of all sorts of people, a place where many young heroes make their name. If you want to live in seclusion amidst the hustle and bustle, go to Dàxīng City. If you want to become famous, go to Dàxīng City.”

Shi Hao said, impressed, “That sounds tempting. But you’re the Night Lily of Jiangzhe. It’s already strange that you’re in West Shu. Have you been to Dàxīng City before?”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “No.”

Shi Hao looked at her, “Then why are you so enthusiastic about it?”

Xu Xiaoyan chuckled, “Because I haven’t been there, that’s why I want to go.”

She took his hand, “Let’s go!”

Dàxīng City was the former capital of the Sheng Dynasty. During the latter years of the dynasty, it had been repeatedly attacked and destroyed during the barbarian invasions.

After establishing their rule, the Jin clan renamed it “Fengjin City,” but in the martial world, it was still known as Dàxīng City, a symbol of the Sheng Dynasty’s former glory. No one in the martial world used the new name.

After changing boats several times, Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan finally arrived at Dàxīng City.

Standing before the city gates, they looked up at the imposing thirty-foot-high walls.

The city gates were crowded, people coming and going, a mix of commoners and martial artists of all kinds. Although soldiers were checking permits, they were clearly going through the motions, barely glancing at the passersby.

With such a large population, it was impossible to thoroughly check everyone.

Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan, having returned to their original appearances, easily entered the city.

Shi Hao looked around. The streets were bustling with activity, lined with shops selling all sorts of goods.

Even the busiest market in Jin Prefecture paled in comparison to a random street here.

They saw people from all over. A fight suddenly broke out on the street, and the crowd instinctively parted. In the distance, constables and barbarian soldiers watched the commotion, and even the onlookers simply moved further away, continuing to watch as if this were a common occurrence.

They passed through an alley lined with elegant buildings, colorful silk banners hanging from the windows, a beautiful street, yet strangely quiet and deserted in the middle of the day.

Xu Xiaoyan, clearly not a naive, sheltered young lady, snorted and pulled Shi Hao away, “Let’s go somewhere else.”

She glanced at him, seeing his faint smile, and then snorted, “Are you thinking of coming back here tonight?”

Shi Hao chuckled, “Don’t put words in my mouth. I didn’t say anything.”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “That’s what all you men think.”

Shi Hao said, “Hey, don’t generalize.”

They turned a corner and saw four martial artists sitting at a small table, drinking and chatting.

Seeing them, the four men turned and looked at them, their gazes lingering on Xu Xiaoyan, despite her simple dress. One of them whistled.

Xu Xiaoyan glared back, “What are you looking at?” She pulled Shi Hao away.

The four men cursed at them but didn’t follow.

Shi Hao chuckled, “Why did you glare at them?”

Xu Xiaoyan also chuckled, “They’re clearly gang members. If you glare at them, they won’t know what to make of you and will just curse back. But if you act scared or intimidated, they’ll know you’re an easy target and will bully you.”

Shi Hao asked, “Where are we going now? Should we find an inn?” He felt like he had been following her lead since they left West Shu.

Not that he minded.

Xu Xiaoyan giggled, “Although this is my first time in Dàxīng City, I made a promise to a friend that I would visit her if I ever came here. She and her grandfather took me in for a while back in the Gai Bamboo Mountains. Something happened, and they moved here, while I stayed in Jiangzhe.”

Shi Hao asked, “Where do they live?”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “I remember her mentioning Floating Cloud Monastery on Rong Mountain in her letter.”

Shi Hao looked at her, puzzled, “If you know where you’re going, why are we wandering around?”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “I…”

Shi Hao smiled, “How long has it been since you last saw your friend?”

Xu Xiaoyan whispered, “Three years. I don’t know if she’s married now, or if I’ll be disturbing her, so I…”

Shi Hao stopped a passerby and asked, “Excuse me, how do we get to Rong Mountain?”

Chapter 74: The Might of a Single Blade

Jiang Yiran said, “That ‘Mu Heng’ you mentioned must be Chi Mu Heng. The Chi Mu clan is one of the four great barbarian families, but he’s from a lesser branch. He’s a seventh-rank expert and uses the Nether Iron Bow.

“Because of his lower status within the clan, he’s trying to climb the ranks through military achievements. He’s cunning and ruthless, and many righteous martial artists have fallen victim to his schemes.

“As for that tall, thin man with the goose-feather saber, if I’m not mistaken, it’s Xue Lang, the ‘Flying Scorpion Blade’ of the Six Gates. He used to be a despicable villain in the martial world, but he joined the Six Gates and became a constable. He’s also a seventh-rank expert, a difficult opponent.”

Lu Tong said worriedly, “We don’t have enough experts to deal with them. But if we ignore them, they’ll continue killing our brothers.”

Shi Hao said solemnly, “We have the advantage now; they don’t know we’re aware of their presence. If we miss this opportunity, the situation will reverse. We have to take them down now.”

Jiang Yiran said, troubled, “Although we have many men, they’re mostly eighth and ninth-rank. No one here is a match for Chi Mu Heng and Xue Lang…”

Shi Hao said coldly, “We’ll deal with them. You handle the rest.”

Xu Xiaoyan exclaimed, “Don’t include me!”

Shi Hao smiled faintly, “I’ll take on Chi Mu Heng. You just need to keep Xue Lang occupied.”

Lu Tong said, worried, “Brother Hao, that Chi Mu Heng, despite being from a lesser branch, still comes from one of the four great barbarian families. His foundation is strong, and his techniques are formidable. He won’t be easy to defeat.”

Shi Hao said calmly, “Don’t worry. But we’re not familiar with this area. You’ll need to choose the ambush location, and we’ll lead them there.”

Jiang Yiran gritted his teeth, “You can lead them to Deer Canyon.” He drew a rough map with charcoal and explained the terrain.

Shi Hao said, “In that case, we’ll go lure them, and you set up the ambush.” He had someone transfer the Minor Restoration Pills from their book boxes and medicine chests into less conspicuous containers, keeping one for himself and giving the other to Xu Xiaoyan.

Xu Xiaoyan said, “I told you not to include me.”

Shi Hao, taking her hand, smiled and said, “Let’s go!”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “Wait, wait a minute…”

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Chi Mu Heng and Xue Lang, along with several Six Gates constables, searched the mountains.

Xue Lang frowned, “It seems they escaped.”

Chi Mu Heng snorted, his face grim, “They’re not familiar with this area. They can’t have gone far…”

“Over there!” someone shouted.

Chi Mu Heng and Xue Lang looked and saw the two figures with the book box and medicine chest at the foot of a distant hill, seemingly deciding which way to go.

Chi Mu Heng whispered, “Let’s approach them quietly. Be careful.”

They stealthily approached. The two figures were talking, their voices low, when suddenly, some birds took flight. They looked back, startled, and then ran.

Chi Mu Heng sneered, “They’re heading towards a dead end. After them!”

They leaped forward, pursuing the two figures.

The two, seemingly panicked, were forced to change directions repeatedly as they encountered cliffs and obstacles.

Chi Mu Heng and Xue Lang, seizing the opportunity, closed in.

Finally, the two fugitives, with nowhere left to run, entered a canyon.

Chi Mu Heng sneered, “Deer Canyon. It’s a dead end. They’re trapped.”

They entered the canyon and saw the two figures sitting on a rock ahead, talking and laughing.

The young man with the hooked nose held a saber that radiated a faint, menacing aura.

He looked down at them and smiled, “You’ve arrived.”

Chi Mu Heng and Xue Lang, sensing something amiss, became wary. Chi Mu Heng said, “Retreat…”

Boulders and logs suddenly rolled down from the canyon walls. Those who reacted quickly leaped aside, but others were crushed, their bodies mangled.

Shi Hao laughed loudly, “You’ve fallen into our trap!” His laughter echoed through the canyon, like thunder, demoralizing their pursuers.

His laughter ceased abruptly as he drew his saber, his body seemingly propelled by the blade, a streak of light arcing through the air towards Chi Mu Heng, who had leaped to his feet.

Chi Mu Heng roared, “You dare!” He quickly raised his Nether Iron Bow.

A resounding boom echoed as the saber and bow collided.

Instead of the expected impact, a strange pulling force almost ripped the bow from Chi Mu Heng’s hands.

He almost spat blood. But he was from a prominent family, and although not from the main branch, he had still been trained in powerful techniques.

He shouted, channeling his energy, and twisting his bow against the pulling force. He slapped his left hand forward, and a wave of stone erupted from the ground towards Shi Hao – the “Stone Transformation Technique,” a secret art of the Chi Mu clan.

“Impressive!” The young man with the hooked nose, seeing this technique for the first time, showed no fear.

He unleashed three swift slashes, each at a bizarre, unpredictable angle. Chi Mu Heng, landing on a rock, blocked the three strikes, but his internal organs were shaken.

The Violet Vortex Blade Technique, combined with the Unfettered Demon’s Boundless Art, was most powerful because its force was unpredictable, pulling and twisting from unexpected directions. Chi Mu Heng had to block each strike, but the swirling demonic energy would then pull his bow, forcing him to exert even more effort to maintain control.

A fraction of the young man’s strength could redirect his full power.

Chi Mu Heng, having never encountered such a bizarre technique, grew increasingly alarmed.

At the same time, Xu Xiaoyan, her movements light and agile, harassed Xue Lang, the Flying Scorpion Blade, also a seventh-rank expert.

Xue Lang’s saber techniques were fierce and deadly, but he couldn’t even touch her. He had never seen such nimble footwork, like a willow branch in the wind, unpredictable and elusive.

Shi Hao glanced at her. This girl had clearly been hiding her true skills. Even now, she wasn’t using her full power.

The other Six Gates members were faring even worse. With Chi Mu Heng and Xue Lang occupied by powerful opponents, and caught in the ambush, they were being slaughtered. Jiang Yiran, Chen Feng, Lu Tong, and the others emerged from their hiding places, their attack relentless.

“You’re finished!” Shi Hao laughed loudly, using the Sacred Heart Clear Mirror Technique to amplify his aura, demoralizing Chi Mu Heng.

Chi Mu Heng’s confidence wavered. He unleashed his most powerful techniques, combining the Stone Transformation Technique with several killing moves, desperately trying to escape. Finally, he found an opening and fled towards the canyon exit.

Another laugh echoed, “Taste my blade!” The voice, seemingly far away, suddenly appeared right behind him, a saber slashing down towards his back.

Impossible! Chi Mu Heng, horrified, channeled the Stone Transformation Technique to his back. With a thud, like leather being struck, a shallow cut appeared on his back.

Shi Hao sheathed his saber and chuckled, “Impressive! Very impressive!”

Chi Mu Heng stumbled out of the canyon and collapsed, writhing in pain. He convulsed, his legs twitching, and died.

Although his Stone Transformation Technique had blocked the saber, the swirling demonic energy of the Violet Vortex Blade Technique had ravaged his internal organs, a far more painful death than being disemboweled.

Chi Mu Heng lay there, his eyes wide open, his expression filled with disbelief. He couldn’t understand how his opponent, whom he had momentarily forced back, had suddenly reappeared behind him.

Such speed couldn’t be explained by any ordinary movement technique.

Shi Hao, halfway through sheathing his saber, turned to Xue Lang.

Xu Xiaoyan, cracking her whip, smiled, “My task is complete. He’s all yours!” She gracefully floated away.

Shi Hao slowly approached Xue Lang.

Fear gripped Xue Lang’s heart. The young man was approaching, the girl had retreated. Logically, this was his chance to escape.

But as a martial artist, his senses were sharp. He had seen how the young man had caught up to Chi Mu Heng, who had a significant head start, and killed him instantly.

He was frozen, unsure whether to flee or fight. And the young man’s menacing demeanor, his cold, disdainful gaze, his overwhelming killing intent, as if he wasn’t even worried about him escaping, paralyzed him.

With each step, the young man’s aura intensified, like a rising tide.

Suddenly, he stepped forward, his saber flashing, the world before Xue Lang’s eyes splitting apart like the separation of yin and yang at the beginning of creation.

Xue Lang cried out, raising his goose-feather saber to block, but with a clang, the powerful pulling force ripped the saber from his hand, sending it spinning around Shi Hao’s saber.

Shi Hao’s saber sliced downwards beside Xue Lang, and the spinning goose-feather saber sliced across his throat. Xue Lang collapsed, his eyes wide with despair.

The young man with the hooked nose didn’t even spare him a glance, slowly sheathing his saber, his figure imposing and unwavering.

Xue Lang, the “Flying Scorpion Blade,” was a seventh-rank expert, his nickname a testament to his skill with the saber. In a normal fight, Shi Hao wouldn’t have been able to kill him with a single blow, perhaps not even after a dozen or twenty.

But Shi Hao, having just killed Chi Mu Heng, capitalized on Xue Lang’s fear, building his momentum, his overwhelming aura crushing his opponent’s will, allowing him to kill the seventh-rank expert with a single strike.

Jiang Yiran, Chen Feng, and the others, witnessing his swift victory, roared their approval.

Their cheers echoed through the canyon—

Chapter 73: The Notorious Night Lily

Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan followed Mu Heng, winding their way through the mountains.

After crossing two mountain ridges, Mu Heng said, “We’ve passed the barbarian army’s blockade for now. Do you have a specific destination?”

Shi Hao said, “We need to continue forward and find the rebel army.”

Mu Heng said, “Hero Fu’s main force is operating around the Changbai Mountains, constantly on the move. They’ve lost some of the cities they captured earlier due to the barbarian army’s superior numbers. I heard they’re planning to head northeast. Many heroes in the martial world are secretly supporting them.”

He lowered his voice, “I’ve long admired Dark Thunder and wish to join their fight against the barbarians. We’re all fighting for the same cause. Are you two from Dark Thunder?”

Xu Xiaoyan chuckled, “What’s Dark Thunder? Is it edible?”

Shi Hao said calmly, “We’re really not.”

Mu Heng said, “That’s a pity.” He led them into a canyon and whispered, “Although we’ve passed the blockade, just in case, I’ll scout ahead. Wait here for a moment.”

Shi Hao said, “Thank you, Brother Mu.”

Mu Heng said, “We’re all comrades. There’s no need for formalities.” He walked ahead.

Moments later, two groups of martial artists charged into the canyon from both sides, their weapons flashing, their killing intent palpable.

“Where are they? Where did they go?” someone shouted.

Then, Mu Heng’s voice, “They were just here! They must have been discovered. They can’t be far. After them!”

The group rushed out of the canyon, scattering to search for Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan.

Suddenly, a scream echoed. The others rushed towards the sound and found two bodies, their own men.

Another scream came from the other side.

As some started to move towards the new sound, Mu Heng shouted, “Wait! Don’t separate!”

A tall, thin man with a goose-feather saber at his waist snorted beside him, “It seems these two aren’t easy to deal with. Brother Chi Mu, what did they look like?”

Mu Heng described their appearances. The thin man said, “It seems that young man is the villain who caused the massacre at the Yuan Dan Huo estate. He’s on our Six Gates’ blacklist. And that girl is likely the wanted female thief.”

Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan, hidden nearby, had planned to ambush them one by one.

But the men were well-trained. After losing three men, they quickly became cautious.

Unable to continue their ambush, Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan quietly retreated.

As they descended the mountain, Shi Hao suddenly stopped and sneered.

He flickered and disappeared into a dense thicket. His palm struck outwards.

A figure flew out, landing on the ground with a thud.

The man, surprised at being discovered, tried to escape.

Shi Hao appeared beside him instantly, his palm aimed at the man’s chest, then he paused, “You’re…”

The man also recognized him, “Brother Hao?”

Shi Hao withdrew his hand… This man was from Dark Thunder.

During the attack on Civilian Martial Ridge, to prevent anyone from leaking information, they had been instructed to stay in groups of five.

This was one of the men in his group, but Shi Hao had been pretending to be aloof and hadn’t spoken to him, so he didn’t know his name.

Shi Hao asked, “What are you doing here?”

The man, relieved to be alive, whispered, “We received intel that barbarian agents, disguised as rebels, are working with the Six Gates in this area, killing our brothers and disrupting our supply lines to the Changbai Mountains.

“I came here with a group to investigate. I saw a group heading up the mountain, all martial artists, but dressed as ordinary commoners. I suspected they were the ones killing our people, so I hid here to observe.”

“I didn’t expect you to find me, Brother Hao, even though I was so well-hidden. How did you do it?”

Shi Hao shook his head, “You were well-hidden. It’s just… my martial arts are unusual.” He hadn’t actually seen the man; the Soul Chasing Locking Steps had guided him.

The man whispered, “We heard about what you did at the Yuan Dan Huo estate, Brother Hao. The Six Gates have put you on the Blacklist. And before that, at Civilian Martial Ridge, you risked your life to lead the pursuers away from Brothers Qian Fei and He Ling. We were all worried about you and have been searching for you.

“We were relieved to see you on the Blacklist, confirming you were still alive. I didn’t expect to find you here!”

Shi Hao said, “Your suspicions were correct. We just encountered those barbarian agents. They’re cunning and ruthless, disguising themselves as martial artists and gathering information. If they can’t find anything, they simply kill everyone. Fortunately, we saw through their deception and escaped.”

The man frowned, “Many of our brothers have been killed by them. If we don’t eliminate them, they’ll continue to cause trouble.”

He lowered his voice, “Brother Hao, come with me.” He glanced at the plain-looking girl with the medicine chest.

Shi Hao said, “Don’t worry, she’s with me.”

Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “My name is Chen Que’er. I have a small reputation in the martial world. They call me ‘Night Lily.’ Have you heard of me?”

The man’s eyes widened, “You’re the Night Lily? The one who stole the Pure Clarity Sword from Cloud Lofty Monastery in Jiangzhe, the Nevernight Pearl from the Marquis of Spring’s residence, and even infiltrated the Golden Sky Moon Realm? The one who caused the incident at Ming Kun Monastery in Jin Prefecture, triggering the whole chain of events related to the God-Sealing Stones?”

“Everyone said the masked female thief with the flower in her hair must be the Night Lily, but you usually operate in Jiangzhe. We weren’t sure if it was really you. So, it is you?”

Xu Xiaoyan giggled, “Those were just… small jobs.”

Shi Hao looked at her, thinking, She’s quite famous.

The man led them away, and they ran until they reached a dense forest.

As they entered, a voice whispered from the shadows, “Chen Feng, who are they?”

Chen Feng whispered back, “This is Brother Hao Xinghua, and this is Night Lily.”

The voice in the shadows exclaimed, “Night Lily?” A head popped out from the bushes, staring at the legendary Night Lily, his face falling as he saw her plain, disguised features.

Disappointment was written all over his face.

Chen Feng said, “Brother Li? Brother Li?”

The man stammered, “Oh! Oh, please come in, please come in…”

Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan followed Chen Feng deeper into the forest. Along the way, Shi Hao whispered to Xu Xiaoyan, “You’re quite famous.”

Xu Xiaoyan chuckled, “A little reputation among the lower rungs doesn’t mean much.”

Shi Hao said thoughtfully, “Speaking of which, the Six Gates have put me on the Blacklist as well. I wonder what my ranking is.”

Xu Xiaoyan glanced at him, “Don’t be silly. Only the top one hundred are ranked. After that, it’s just a list of names, no particular order.”

Oh…

The Blacklist contained all the wanted criminals in the central plains and the eight provinces. Reaching the top one hundred wasn’t easy.

“Brother Hao!” a woman’s voice called out excitedly.

Shi Hao looked over and saw Lu Tong, whom he hadn’t seen in a while.

She rushed over, her face beaming, “Brother Hao! I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Shi Hao nodded slightly. He saw over thirty people gathered there. Besides Lu Tong and Chen Feng, he recognized a few others from the Civilian Martial Ridge operation, but he didn’t know their names.

“You’re Brother Hao?” A man in his forties approached, his voice deep and serious. “I am Jiang Yiran of Dark Thunder. After you led the pursuers away at Civilian Martial Ridge, we couldn’t find you. Our brothers, following the Grand Leader’s orders, have been searching for you. We only confirmed you were still alive yesterday, after hearing about the incident at the Yuan Dan Huo estate and seeing your name on the Blacklist.”

Shi Hao asked, surprised, “Your Grand Leader knows about me?”

Jiang Yiran said, “The two branch leaders informed the Grand Leader, and he’s been quite concerned about your safety. By the way, what brings you here, Brother Hao?”

Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan exchanged glances, then took off their book box and medicine chest, opening them.

Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “We heard the rebels in the Changbai Mountains are short on medicine, so we did a little… business, and ‘acquired’ some Minor Restoration Pills from Jing’an Monastery.”

Jiang Yiran looked inside the containers, his face lighting up, “Minor Restoration Pills! I heard about the theft at Jing’an Monastery. So it was you two!”

The others also looked excited. No one knew better than they did the importance of wound medicine in the martial world. And these Minor Restoration Pills were far more effective than even the best ordinary medicine.

Although the Chongxian Sect’s actions were often despicable, their skill in alchemy was undeniable. Unfortunately, they only supplied these pills to the barbarian army. They were unavailable on the market.

For the rebels in the Changbai Mountains, these two boxes of pills were a godsend.

Xu Xiaoyan giggled, “We’re here to sell them,” afraid they wouldn’t pay.

Jiang Yiran quickly said, “Of course, of course.”

Shi Hao’s voice turned cold, his killing intent rising, “On our way here, we encountered someone posing as a rebel, even killing a barbarian scout before our eyes…” He recounted the incident.

Chapter 72: A Truly Righteous Man

Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan ran until daybreak, reaching a spot over ten li away.

They looked around, checked their book box and medicine chest, and then Xu Xiaoyan said cheerfully, “That creepy thing didn’t follow us.”

Shi Hao also sighed in relief.

The unknown was the most terrifying. He didn’t know what the doll was, yet he couldn’t get rid of it, forcing him to be constantly on guard.

It was a nerve-wracking experience.

Especially after that night he had woken up from his dream, his internal energy in disarray.

He was almost certain the doll was responsible.

Now, although he didn’t know why, it was finally gone.

Shi Hao smiled, “I guess it really wasn’t interested in me.”

Xu Xiaoyan giggled, “But what if it really was the Emerald Beauty? You might have missed out on a great opportunity.”

Shi Hao chuckled, “That so-called Remnant of the Demon Empress? No thanks.”

He knew the Demon Empress quite well. If he needed anything, he could just ask her during the next full moon. He didn’t need some “remnant.”

After all, he had already obtained… her essence.

They continued towards the Changbai Mountains. That day, as they traveled along a mountain path, they saw a group of barbarian soldiers setting up a checkpoint.

Xu Xiaoyan said, “Even here?”

Shi Hao said, “We’re getting close to the Changbai Mountains. The entire area is probably under lockdown.”

One of the soldiers saw them and shouted, “You two, come here!”

Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan, still disguised and dressed in simple clothes, exchanged glances and approached the checkpoint.

There were about a hundred soldiers, led by a commander. The commander looked at them and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “We’re from Bai Zhi County, just buying some books and herbs in the market. We’re on our way back now.”

With her disguised, plain appearance and petite figure, she looked like an ordinary village girl. The commander barely glanced at her, his gaze fixed on Shi Hao, “You’re a scholar?”

Shi Hao said, “Yes.”

The commander said, “You have a rather menacing look for a scholar.”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “He was born with a scary face, sir. It’s not his fault. And look at him, so frail, what else can he do besides studying? His father was a butcher, so he inherited his looks. But his father didn’t want him to be a butcher, so he forced him to study.”

The commander said, “I wasn’t talking to you! You talk too much!”

He said, “Open your boxes.”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “It’s just books and herbs, sir.”

The commander, gripping his saber, barked, “Books are fine, but we have to check the herbs. Who knows if you’re working with the bandits? Open them!” The other soldiers closed in.

Xu Xiaoyan said, “Don’t worry, sir, we’ll open them…” She suddenly kicked the commander, sending him flying.

Although the commander was a ninth-rank martial artist, he was no match for Xu Xiaoyan. Caught off guard, he had no defense.

He rolled on the ground, drew his saber, and shouted, “Stop them!”

The soldiers charged, their spears thrusting. Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan, not wanting to be entangled, kicked a few aside and leaped into the air.

Although there were skilled martial artists among the barbarian troops, and many soldiers had some training, it wasn’t possible to station experts at every checkpoint in the countryside.

These soldiers, although numerous, besides their commander, were all unranked and no match for Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan in terms of speed and agility. They could only watch as the two escaped over the barricade.

As Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan ran, a sharp whistle echoed from behind them.

They looked back and saw a signal flare flying towards them, embedding itself in a large rock.

Xu Xiaoyan said, “They’re calling for reinforcements.”

Shi Hao said, “Head for the mountains!”

They ran for half a li, then turned and climbed a hill. Looking back, they saw a large group of barbarian soldiers approaching. Someone saw them and fired another flare.

The whistling flare flew overhead.

Several barbarian martial artists, following the flare’s trajectory, pursued them up the mountain.

Ignoring them, Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan continued through the mountains, changing directions, using the terrain and the dense forest for cover, gradually leaving their pursuers behind.

As they descended a mountain, Xu Xiaoyan, ever vigilant, looked back and exclaimed, “Oh no, it’s a rider!”

Shi Hao looked up and saw a barbarian officer on an Yingzhao beast. Seeing them, the officer drew his bow, preparing to fire a signal flare.

Whoosh! A sharp whistling sound came from the opposite mountaintop as an arrow flew through the air, striking the barbarian officer, who fell from his mount. The Yingzhao, startled, flapped its wings and flew away.

Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan looked towards the distant mountaintop. The arrow had flown over a hundred zhang, killing the officer instantly.

The archer must have been using an incredibly powerful bow, requiring at least a six-stone draw weight. Even a ninth-rank martial artist couldn’t achieve such a feat.

It required at least an eighth-rank, perhaps even seventh-rank, foundation and exceptional archery skills. Even with the necessary strength, Shi Hao couldn’t have made such a precise shot.

They exchanged glances and, taking advantage of the downed rider, ran across the open area and into the forest ahead.

They continued up the mountainside and looked back. The barbarian soldiers had reached the body and were searching the area, but unable to find them, they dispersed.

They continued to the other side of the mountain. Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind a tree, “Are you alright?”

They looked and saw a man in his twenties, dressed in simple clothes and a fur vest, clearly a hunter, but his eyes were sharp, and his build was sturdy.

His arms were unusually thick, and he carried a powerful, black iron bow. Clearly, only such a bow, forged by a skilled craftsman, could have made that shot.

Shi Hao said, “Thank you for your assistance, brother. May I ask for your name?”

The man said, “My name is Mu Heng. I’m on my way to the Changbai Mountains to join the rebels. I saw you being chased by the barbarians, so I intervened. Judging by your attire and what you’re carrying, are you also heading to the Changbai Mountains?”

Shi Hao said, “My name is Hao Xinghua. We are indeed heading to the Changbai Mountains. Since you’re also going there, Brother Mu, why don’t we travel together?”

Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “My name is Chen Que’er. Brother Mu, are you familiar with this area? I know some of the roads, but it seems they’re all blocked by the barbarians. I’m not sure where to go.”

Mu Heng smiled, “Just follow me. I often hunt in these mountains and know the area well. The barbarian army has blockaded the Changbai Mountains, trying to suppress the rebellion, setting up checkpoints on all the main roads.

“But there are still some hidden paths they haven’t found. It’s impossible for them to completely seal off the mountains.”

Shi Hao said, “Thank you, Brother Mu.”

Mu Heng led them through the mountains. Along the way, he asked, “Are you transporting supplies for the rebels?”

Xu Xiaoyan chuckled, “We’re not that generous. We just have some medicinal pills we’re hoping to sell to them. It’s a profitable business, much more so than smuggling salt.”

Mu Heng’s expression changed, “Hero Fu’s army desperately needs medicine, especially pills. Although you call it business, traveling through these dangerous mountains, taking such risks… it’s a righteous act. I admire your courage and generosity.”

As they crossed a ravine, Shi Hao asked, “How is the situation in the Changbai Mountains?”

Mu Heng sighed, “Not good. The barbarian court wants to make an example of them. They’ve sent over a dozen generals. You might not know, but promotions in the barbarian army are strict. Only mid-rank martial artists and above can become generals. So, every general is at least sixth-rank.

“The commander leading the siege of the Changbai Mountains is Fu Xiong. He’s the son-in-law of the Han He family, one of the four great barbarian families. He comes from a humble background but rose through the ranks due to his skill and achievements. He’s a brilliant strategist, patient and cunning, a fifth-rank expert, and also a supernatural ability user with a high-rank divine crystal.

“And the barbarian court has also assigned several powerful generals to assist him. Although Hero Fu is a skilled martial artist, and many have joined his rebellion, they’re still no match for the barbarian army, especially in terms of ordinary soldiers. Most of the rebels are just refugees, unlike the barbarian soldiers, who, although increasingly corrupt, are still trained warriors.”

Shi Hao said slowly, “Knowing the situation is so dire, you’re still going to join the rebels?”

Mu Heng straightened his back and said resolutely, “As a Chinese martial artist, it is my duty to serve my country and my people. The barbarians’ tyranny and oppression… how can we endure it any longer? Now that Hero Fu has risked his life to ignite the flames of rebellion, how can we stand idly by?”

Shi Hao’s respect for him deepened, “You are a truly righteous man, Brother Mu. I admire your courage.”

Mu Heng lowered his voice, “You’re too kind, Brother Hao. I’m just doing what I must. And you two, traveling so far to deliver medicine to the rebels, that is also a righteous act.”

Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “We’re just doing business. Times are tough, and things will only get worse. We have to make a living. But with the imperial army so powerful, and the royal families determined to crush the rebellion, how much longer can those rebels in the Changbai Mountains hold out? By the way, who did you say is leading the imperial army? That… Lord…?”

She spoke quickly, and Mu Heng, caught off guard, replied, “Lord Fu Xiong.”

Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan exchanged glances…

Chapter 71: Remnants of the Demon Empress

Du Yuejiao and her master returned to the Huo estate.

It was a sleepless night for everyone there.

The fire had been extinguished, but the flames of conflict, fueled by Huo Fu’s death and the division of his estate, were just beginning to ignite.

Even before his body was cold, arguments and disputes erupted.

Du Yuejiao and Zhuo Mulan, not wanting to get involved in the Huo family’s affairs, returned to their guest rooms after offering their condolences.

Du Yuejiao sensed something was amiss with her master, but she couldn’t quite place it.

She saw her master’s face occasionally contorted in anger, as if consumed by rage, then quickly replaced by a blush.

“Master, are you alright?” she asked, concerned.

Zhuo Mulan said, “I’m… I’m fine… It’s late. You should rest.”

Their rooms were adjacent.

Maidservants from the Huo household lit candles and brought them hot water.

After washing up, the maidservants left. Du Yuejiao hung her colorful Daoist robe on a rosewood clothes rack shaped like a coral branch and placed her sword by her bedside.

She climbed into bed and looked up at the ornate ceiling, its silk canopy embroidered with large, red flowers, giving the room a luxurious and elegant atmosphere.

She sighed softly.

She had originally planned to wait for Shi Hao’s return at Ming Kun Monastery.

But things had changed unexpectedly. Two of the three God-Sealing Stones being transported by the imperial army had been lost at Civilian Martial Ridge. Fortunately, Senior Brother Xuandu had arrived in time to secure the remaining one.

And then, her uncle had defected. As one of the Twelve Perfected Ones, his betrayal was a serious matter, a disgrace to the Chongxian Sect.

She and her master had been recalled to the main temple. And Abbot Song Cui had been removed from his position and taken back for questioning.

Even with her limited knowledge of the martial world, Du Yuejiao sensed something big was happening.

Like a tsunami gathering momentum, about to unleash its devastating power, engulfing everyone in its swirling currents, countless lives lost in its wake.

Du Yuejiao tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, wrapped in the red covers.

She wondered where Shi Hao was, how he was doing, if he was in danger.

The thought of him warmed her heart.

She pulled the covers over her head, her face burning.

She finally drifted off to sleep after a long while, lost in her thoughts.

She had a dream. She was in a forest, surrounded by darkness, the faint moonlight unable to penetrate the dense canopy.

She pushed aside the leaves and walked forward.

She heard a strange sound ahead, a sound both familiar and unfamiliar.

She continued forward, and through the swirling mist, she saw a young man embracing a woman on the grass.

The woman, in the young man’s arms, her face contorted in ecstasy, her cries unrestrained. Du Yuejiao stared in shock. She recognized the woman as her master, her usually composed and elegant master.

The young man turned and smiled at her… it was Brother Shi.

“No!” she screamed, clutching her head.

Memories, like pages of a book caught in the wind, swirled around her. Something unknown invaded her mind, stirring her memories.

Du Yuejiao woke up with a start, sitting up in bed, clutching her chest, gasping for breath.

She stumbled out of bed, poured herself a cup of cold tea, and drank it straight from the spout.

The cold tea calmed her slightly as she choked and coughed.

The candle flame flickered weakly, and darkness enveloped the room.

She chuckled to herself… What a strange dream.

She had dreamt of her lover and her master… together.

“I must be losing my mind,” she muttered, blushing.

To have such a dream, she felt it was both a betrayal of her trust in him and disrespectful to her master.

“It’s your fault… for not coming to see me,” she thought, she must be lovesick.

After calming herself, she went to the window and looked out at the dark night.

Brother Shi, when will I see you again…

A small figure sat on a branch above, watching the lovesick girl at the window.

The small figure, dressed in a pink and white rainbow robe, its hair styled in a beautiful morning cloud near fragrance bun, a wooden hairpin securing it, had just finished rummaging through the girl’s memories.

She found herself increasingly intrigued by the mysterious young man.

And increasingly puzzled.

“Butterfly Flower Finger?” she muttered, “He knows the Butterfly Flower Finger?”

The fact that he knew techniques from the Night Charm Demonic scriptures was already strange.

The Soul Chasing Locking Steps, the Violet Vortex Blade Technique, the Unfettered Demon’s Boundless Art… these techniques, belonging to the three separate factions of the Evil Lotus Sect, were all used by the same person.

And now, the Butterfly Flower Finger?

The Butterfly Flower Finger, although a secret technique of the Evil Lotus Sect, wasn’t recorded in the Night Charm Demonic scriptures.

It was a playful creation of the Evil Lotus Sect witches, more of a seduction technique than a martial art.

After the sect split, the technique was gradually lost. No one in the three factions knew it anymore.

But that young man knew it… a secret technique lost for two hundred years, known by a man.

“Could he really be connected to the Demon Empress?” the small figure wondered.

Even after three hundred years, even in her current state, she had never given up on finding the Demon Empress.

She had witnessed the Demon Empress’s legend, her power. She had been entrusted with an important task but had failed to await her master’s return.

She refused to believe that her master, the powerful Demon Empress who united the demonic sects, could die so easily.

Even that immortal from the Taisu Immortal Pavilion couldn’t kill her master… she was certain of it.

There had to be some other explanation. Her master, the legendary Demon Empress, must still be alive, hidden somewhere.

She had to find her, fulfill the promise she had made three hundred years ago.

She believed that one day, her master would return and conquer the world.

She suspected the young man might be connected to the Demon Empress.

But he also knew the Taisu Immortal Pavilion’s Immortal Lightning Sword Technique… or was it?

She wasn’t entirely sure. She had only seen the woman who rivaled the Demon Empress from afar, just once.

She had only heard of the sword technique from others. But she was knowledgeable and familiar with many Daoist techniques.

The young man, with only a seventh-rank foundation, had been able to project his true energy. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was indeed the Taisu Immortal Pavilion’s Gathering Essence Flowing Pearl Technique and Immortal Lightning Sword Technique.

But how could someone master both demonic and Daoist techniques?

How could someone possess two opposing foundations within their body?

She felt like she was losing her mind. The longer she lived, the stranger things became.

Regardless, she admired the young man’s methods against that Chongxian Sect prude!

If the Demon Empress was truly gone, and she had to choose an heir for her legacy, she thought this young man would be a suitable candidate.

The Demon Empress had enjoyed humiliating those self-righteous Daoist prudes, making them worse than prostitutes.

As far as she knew, the Demon Empress had used a secret ritual to obtain powerful demonic essence from the Fifth Heaven and refined a pleasure-inducing drug, intending to use it on those hypocritical “immortals” of the Taisu Immortal Pavilion. She believed the Demon Empress would eventually succeed.

Then, those noble and virtuous immortals would be defiled, becoming playthings for men… She, like the Demon Empress, looked forward to that day.

She felt that the young man’s methods tonight were reminiscent of the Demon Empress, as if he had been personally trained by her.

But his Daoist foundation made her hesitate.

She was unsure of his background. If he was connected to the Taisu Immortal Pavilion… she would have to eliminate him.

Unfortunately, when she used the “Butterfly Dream Intrusion” technique to enter his dreams and probe his memories, she had triggered his Daoist foundation, and the demonic energy she had sent into his mind was quickly dispelled. She had been forced to retreat.

She had to find out his background. If he truly was connected to the Demon Empress, this might be her only chance to find her.

Since she couldn’t get anything from the young man directly, she would have to target those around him.

The beautiful doll, sitting on the branch, its black eyes gleaming with a sinister light, thought, “Fire tests the heavens, scorns celestial laws, dances amidst flowers, defying all order; plays in the mortal world, captivating all beings, destroys laws and the Dao, the night-enchanting celestial!”

No matter what, she would find her master!

Chapter 70: Untitled

The hooked-nosed young man used the Butterfly Flower Finger technique taught by Su Mei.

The Butterfly Flower Finger was a variation of the Severing Meridian Burning Heart Finger, stimulating acupoints and altering the flow of energy and blood, causing both pain and pleasure. As Su Mei had said, physical stimulation could elicit a wide range of sensations: excitement, pain, joy, tremors…

Su Mei hadn’t even touched any sensitive areas, merely tracing his skin with her fingertips, and he had been overwhelmed.

And as she had said, with a slight adjustment, the technique was equally effective on women.

After just fifteen minutes, Zhuo Mulan, writhing in his arms, was sobbing, “Don’t… don’t… don’t stop…”

Realizing what she was saying, shame washed over her, her tears mixing with her pleas for more.

Even the young man, who had been prepared for this, was stunned.

Su Mei hadn’t been entirely truthful. The Butterfly Flower Finger wasn’t equally effective on men and women… it was far more effective on women.

Only a woman truly understood a woman’s body. This demonic technique had been developed by the witches of the Evil Lotus Sect for their own amusement.

Since there were no men in the Evil Lotus Sect, they focused their “research” on other women.

Zhuo Mulan, a virtuous and disciplined Daoist cultivator, was no match for this demonic technique.

In a short time, her defenses crumbled, her composure shattered.

She knew she shouldn’t be acting like this, but she couldn’t control herself. She even begged him shamelessly not to stop when he deliberately paused.

She couldn’t bear to imagine herself like this, writhing and weeping, abandoning her dignity and reason.

Remembering Su Mei’s instructions, the young man not only continued his physical stimulation but also began his verbal assault, aiming to amplify her shame and break her spirit, “See? This is the real you. You’ve always known this about yourself, just like you know what your so-called righteous sect is truly like.”

“It’s a despicable sect, and how can you, being a part of it, be any different? Look at yourself, look at what you’ve become. Even brothel girls are more virtuous than you. They’re all daughters of poor families, forced into prostitution by so-called righteous sects and ‘philanthropists’ like your precious Huo Fu, who ruin their families, steal their money, and force their parents to sell their children.

“They have no choice. But you, born into a good family, with a renowned master, a paragon of righteousness… you’re even more despicable than them. Haha, look at yourself. This is who you really are, the respected master in Yuejiao’s eyes, the untainted immortal in the eyes of the common people. Yes, this is who you are…”

Zhuo Mulan grabbed his sword and, overcome with shame, tried to end her life, but the sword clattered to the ground as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

The young man continued his seduction, “It’s alright… it’s alright… only I know about this. Let go, just for tonight. This is our little secret. We won’t tell anyone.”

He continued his caresses, his words like honeyed poison.

He didn’t even touch her inappropriately, his fingers merely tracing her skin, but the tingling sensations were enough to overwhelm her, shattering her will. Soon, the once proud and virtuous Daoist nun, her mind broken, abandoned all resistance, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, her cries echoing through the night.

After about half an hour…

“Master? Master?” A voice called out in the distance.

Flickering torchlight, like a winding snake, approached through the forest. The young man held her close and whispered, “Remember, tonight is our little secret. I won’t tell anyone. And you should investigate what happened in Fang Family Town, what your ‘Benefactor Huo’ has been doing.”

“Then you’ll understand that he deserved to die. And I could have killed you, but I didn’t. I gave you pleasure. So, I’m the good guy here.”

Even he felt a sense of self-righteousness as he spoke, his sharp, menacing features, looming over the beautiful Daoist nun, strangely sinister.

The beautiful Daoist nun felt herself falling into an abyss. With a chilling smile, the young man sealed her acupoints and disappeared into the darkness.

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“Master? Master?” Du Yuejiao called out anxiously, her voice echoing through the forest, startling the birds.

Behind her, Huo family martial artists and guards, carrying torches, searched the area.

She was confident in her master’s abilities. After all, she was a sixth-rank expert, trained in orthodox Chongxian Sect techniques. But her master had been gone for a long time, and a sense of unease gnawed at her.

Her calls echoed through the mountains, her own fear evident in her voice.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind a tree, “I’m here.”

“Master!” Du Yuejiao cried, rushing towards her.

She grabbed her master’s hand, “Master, are you alright?” She examined her. Her hair was slightly disheveled, but her robe and sash were intact. She didn’t seem injured. Du Yuejiao sighed in relief.

Zhuo Mulan said softly, “I’m fine. That villain was too cunning. I chased him and injured him, but he still escaped.”

Du Yuejiao was relieved, “I’m glad you’re safe, Master. I ran into that female thief earlier, but she has a magical weapon, and I couldn’t capture her. The Huo family checked their vault, and a saber is missing, the Heroic Deeds Blade bestowed upon their ancestor by the Supreme Emperor.

“Hmph, that thief is becoming more and more brazen. I’ll make her pay.”

Zhuo Mulan said, “Since they escaped, there’s nothing we can do. Let’s go back down.” She took her disciple’s hand and led her through the forest.

She hated herself, disgusted by herself, but she also knew… she could never go back.

High above them, a small figure sat on a thin branch, its black gemstone eyes gleaming in the darkness…

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Shi Hao circled the area, making sure he wasn’t being followed, and returned to the cave.

A figure in black leaped down from a tree. It was Xu Xiaoyan.

She said softly, almost sadly, “You’re back.”

Shi Hao asked, “Why do you sound so sad?”

Xu Xiaoyan sighed, “You encountered a powerful enemy. I was worried about you, so I waited here. I thought… I thought you might be dead. My heart ached for you. I was so worried, and now that you’re back, I feel like I wasted my emotions.”

“And the thought of having wasted my emotions makes me even sadder.”

Shi Hao said, exasperated, “Should I just die then, so you don’t waste your emotions?”

Xu Xiaoyan chuckled, “Just kidding. Where’s the doll?”

Shi Hao asked, “What?”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “The doll? When I came back to the cave, I couldn’t find it. It must have followed you.”

Shi Hao turned around, not seeing the doll. He entered the cave and searched, but it wasn’t there.

They exchanged glances and quickly picked up their book box and medicine chest. “Let’s go!”

They rushed out of the cave and ran. Xu Xiaoyan said, “That thing is so creepy. I hope we can get rid of it.”

Shi Hao said, “Maybe it realized there’s no point in following us and left.”

Xu Xiaoyan, carrying the medicine chest, looked back at Shi Hao, tilting her head slightly, “By the way, why did it take you so long? I thought you might have been killed by that Daoist prude.”

Shi Hao said, “She’s stronger than me. It took a lot of effort to shake her off. Was it you who set the fire at the Huo estate?”

Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “I wanted to create a diversion for you, but I ran into your little lover. She looked quite fierce, and I’m not interested in fighting over a man, so I left. Oh, here’s your saber.”

She reached behind her and pulled the Heroic Deeds Blade, still in its scabbard, from her medicine chest.

Shi Hao took the saber and drew it in the dim moonlight. Although it hadn’t been used in a long time, the blade was still sharp, a faint, malevolent aura emanating from it. It was indeed a wicked weapon!

Chapter 69: Like Master, Like Disciple

Two trees fell, their branches and leaves scattering.

As the young man stumbled, trying to escape, Zhuo Mulan’s sword flashed, a streak of light aiming for his back.

The young man with the hooked nose turned, a jade ring appearing in his hand. The incoming sword light warped and distorted.

Zhuo Mulan snorted. That was Yuejiao’s Moon Phase Ring.

She knew the weapon well. She recalled her sword, and with a flurry of strikes, the distorted space created by the Moon Phase Ring shattered.

The young man with the hooked nose leaped back, pulled out a tiger-shaped rune stone, and his body grew larger.

It was the Earthly Valor Tiger.

His divine form protected him, his strength multiplying.

Zhuo Mulan sneered, “You’ve exhausted your tricks.”

Although the Earthly Valor Tiger granted immense strength, it was merely brute force, useful against low and mid-rank martial artists. Against a high-rank expert like her, it was useless. He wouldn’t even get close.

The young man with the hooked nose grabbed a broken tree trunk and swung it, sending debris flying, scattering the animals in the forest.

Zhuo Mulan moved gracefully, dodging his attacks with ease, her sword a blur, slicing through the “flesh” of his divine form.

In a short time, the divine form dissipated. Her sword struck the tree trunk, and the young man, coughing up blood, was thrown backwards, crashing into a rock, shattering it.

Zhuo Mulan landed gracefully on a branch, her sword pointed at him, “Villain! The Huo family has always been loyal and righteous. Huo Fu is a renowned philanthropist! How dare you murder him with such despicable methods! You’re truly evil!”

The young man, lying on the ground, gasping for breath, chuckled, “Loyal and righteous? A philanthropist? You call that Huo Fu a philanthropist?”

Zhuo Mulan frowned, unsure what he was mocking. Everyone she had met praised Huo Fu’s generosity. She and her disciple had even witnessed him distributing rice porridge to the poor.

If everyone were like him, the world would be a much better place.

Yet, the young man’s tone suggested she was telling a joke. Zhuo Mulan snorted angrily, “You’re incorrigible!”

Her sword flashed, aiming for the young man’s forehead. He leaped up, like a cornered beast, his sword thrust forward.

Zhuo Mulan sneered. She could see his attack was weak, fueled only by his remaining energy. She didn’t even bother dodging, her sword slashing down.

A clang echoed as their swords met, her sword deflected upwards. Zhuo Mulan’s balance faltered.

Startled, before she could react, a burst of sword energy struck her vital points. She tried to retreat, but a shadow flickered beside her, and three more strikes landed, her body going limp as she collapsed.

Shi Hao caught her and, hearing shouts from the approaching Huo family martial artists, quickly carried her into the forest.

Zhuo Mulan was far stronger than him. But he had feigned weakness, leading her to underestimate him. Her final attack, confident in an easy kill, had lacked power.

And his seemingly desperate counterattack had been fueled by the Gathering Essence Flowing Pearl true energy, using the Immortal Lightning Sword Technique. While the Violet Vortex Blade Technique concealed its demonic energy, the Immortal Lightning Sword Technique was more overt.

How could Zhuo Mulan, judging him based on his previous techniques, know that his seemingly weak attack contained the Taisu Immortal Pavilion’s powerful true energy?

Normally, low-rank techniques couldn’t project true energy externally. But the Taisu Immortal Pavilion, a secretive and powerful sect, possessed unique and powerful techniques.

Having faced Shi Hao’s Violet Vortex Blade Technique earlier, Zhuo Mulan had subconsciously braced herself against its pulling force, leaving her open to his sudden burst of projected true energy.

Shi Hao’s plan, after repeated attempts, had finally succeeded. He thought, That was close.

He used the Severing Meridian Burning Heart Finger to seal Zhuo Mulan’s acupoints.

“Villain,” Zhuo Mulan, held tightly in his arms, unable to struggle, her eyes filled with fear, “Let… let me go!”

Shi Hao thought, Like master, like disciple. They say the same thing when captured.

A girl’s voice called out from the distance, “Master? Master?”

Zhuo Mulan was about to shout, but the villain leaned closer and sneered in her ear, “Even you are my captive now. Your disciple is no match for me. Do you want her to follow you, only to be captured as well?”

Zhuo Mulan’s words died in her throat.

The villain chuckled and carried her deeper into the forest.

The darkness of the forest, like a gaping maw, swallowed them whole…

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Shi Hao carried Zhuo Mulan over a mountain, reaching a desolate, uninhabited forest.

He dropped her onto the grass and pondered.

What should he do with her now?

He didn’t want to kill her. After all, she was Yuejiao’s master. Killing her would make him and Yuejiao mortal enemies.

Although Du Yuejiao, having grown up in the sheltered environment of the Chongxian Sect, wasn’t his kind of person, he didn’t want to be forced to kill her.

He wasn’t that ruthless.

And technically, the ingredients for the seventh-rank Immortal Formula he had consumed had been obtained by Du Yuejiao through her master’s connections. In that sense, he owed Zhuo Mulan a favor.

As a martial artist, even if he couldn’t repay kindness with kindness, he wouldn’t repay it with enmity.

But he couldn’t just let her go. After all, to escape her, he had been forced to use his Daoist true energy.

He looked at Zhuo Mulan.

She pushed herself up, her eyes wide with shock and fear, “Who… who are you? Why do you have both Daoist and demonic internal energy?”

Although he had only used one sword strike, with her knowledge of martial arts, she had recognized his dual cultivation.

Should he kill her? Shi Hao felt a headache coming on.

He trusted Xu Xiaoyan, so he hadn’t hidden anything from her. But Zhuo Mulan was from the Chongxian Sect.

His dual cultivation was crucial for maintaining his disguises. When he appeared as “Shi Hao,” using Daoist techniques, no one would connect him to the “hooked-nosed young man.”

Their fighting styles were completely different.

If this secret was revealed, it could cause him serious trouble.

He had to ensure she couldn’t reveal what happened tonight.

He had to make her too ashamed to speak of it to anyone.

Shi Hao sneered, his fingers cracking as he approached her.

Seeing his menacing expression, Zhuo Mulan said in alarm, “What are you doing? The Chongxian Sect won’t let you get away with this!”

The young man with the hooked nose chuckled, “Your disciple said the same thing. And what happened? What can you do to me?”

“I know you think you’re noble and righteous. The Chongxian Sect, the orthodox leader of the Daoist sects. You all think you’re some kind of celestial beings. Heh, but in the eyes of the martial world, you’re just hypocrites who enable evil.”

Zhuo Mulan shouted, “Villain, don’t you dare…”

The young man with the hooked nose continued sneering, “Do you think I’m just making things up? Do you know what your ‘Benefactor Huo’ has been doing? To seize the land of the Fang Family Town villagers, he hired bandits to attack them, killing and looting, forcing them to sell their land and their children.”

“You and your disciple, pampered and sheltered within your Daoist sect, know nothing of the real world. Do you know why Daoist Lan Ke defected? Because he realized the Chongxian Sect is a despicable sect, and everyone in it is despicable.”

Zhuo Mulan tried to channel her energy, but her meridians felt blocked, her Daoist true energy unable to flow.

This bizarre acupoint sealing technique terrified her. And the villain’s disrespect towards the Chongxian Sect enraged her.

She said, her voice filled with righteous indignation, “Silence! A villain like you has no right to speak of our righteous sect! If you dare touch me… what are you doing?!”

The young man with the hooked nose grabbed her chin, looking down at her with a sinister smile, “Don’t worry, you think you’re so noble and virtuous, an immortal of the martial world, a pure and untainted snow lotus. But I’m not interested in you.”

“I’m just going to prove to you that not only is your ‘Benefactor Huo’ a villain, but you’re also not the virtuous immortal you pretend to be. If you don’t believe me, I’ll give you a chance to prove your virtue. I’m looking forward to it.”

He untied her sash and belt.

Her Daoist robe, embroidered with bamboo and peonies, parted, revealing her crimson inner robe and white trousers.

His hand slid beneath her robe, caressing her smooth waist. She struggled, “Don’t touch me!”

The young man with the hooked nose chuckled, “Don’t worry, this is just the beginning…”

Chapter 68: Zhuo Mulan

“This is bad!” Xu Xiaoyan, perched atop a hipped-roof building, looked towards the commotion in the distance.

The situation was chaotic, but one thing was clear: Shi Hao was facing a formidable opponent and couldn’t escape.

Although the Huo family was wealthy, they shouldn’t be able to hire a mid-rank expert, let alone a high-rank one.

Even a sixth-rank expert could easily become the leader of a large gang.

Such experts wouldn’t become mere guards for hire unless they were serving one of the four great barbarian families.

The Yuan Dan Huo family wasn’t powerful enough for that.

Yet, judging by his movements, Shi Hao was being forced into a desperate retreat.

Xu Xiaoyan tried setting a fire to create a diversion, but the expert wasn’t fooled.

She jumped down from the roof, the stolen Heroic Deeds Blade strapped to her back, and slipped away, her face still covered.

She intended to circle around and find a way to help Shi Hao from the outside.

Suddenly, a fragrant scent wafted towards her, and she froze.

A young woman in a beautiful Daoist robe emerged from around the corner, blocking her path, “Little thief, I’ve finally caught you.”

Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “And who might you be? Another Chongxian Sect prude?”

It was Du Yuejiao.

She held her sword, its tip pointed at the masked Xu Xiaoyan, and sneered, “Where do you think you’re going?”

The wind blew strongly, carrying sparks from the fire in the distance. Du Yuejiao’s beautiful face and colorful robe, illuminated by the firelight, contrasted sharply with the thief’s black attire.

“Who said I was running?” Xu Xiaoyan giggled, leaping into the air. Her soft whip snaked out from her sleeve, a swirling blur of black, coiling towards Du Yuejiao.

Du Yuejiao, her face cold and impassive, her eyes sharp, flicked her wrist, her sword splitting into three shadows that intercepted the whip – the Three Talents Sword Technique.

Du Yuejiao had already mastered the Divine Orchid Technique, and as an inner disciple of the Chongxian Sect, she had access to ample resources.

After Shi Hao left, she had requested the necessary ingredients and refined the seventh-rank Immortal Formula. Having harmonized her internal and external elixirs, she had now reached the seventh rank.

Their figures intertwined in the firelight and shadows. Xu Xiaoyan’s attacks were swift and relentless, her whip a blur, her movements like lightning.

Du Yuejiao, however, was steady and precise, her footwork following the principles of the Nine Palaces formation and divination, her swordsmanship elegant and adaptable. She would often change her technique mid-move, a hallmark of high-level Daoist swordsmanship.

Xu Xiaoyan had intended to capture her and create a diversion for Shi Hao, but she couldn’t break through Du Yuejiao’s defenses, and more martial artists, alerted by the commotion, were approaching.

She quickly retreated, took out the Void Traversing Brick, slapped it against the ground before her, and jumped in.

Du Yuejiao’s sword flashed, a swirling galaxy of light, but her attack missed. The female thief had vanished.

She slowly sheathed her sword, snorted, and turned to leave.

Unbeknownst to her, the doll sat on a nearby roof, its black gemstone eyes gleaming as it watched her, its gaze unsettling.

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Shi Hao leaped and dodged, using the crowd as cover to evade Zhuo Mulan’s pursuit.

Occasionally, a lone martial artist would try to attack him, but he would use their own momentum against them, changing direction and making Zhuo Mulan’s attacks miss.

Despite her sixth-rank cultivation, she couldn’t catch him.

He leaped onto a watchtower, quickly dispatching the surprised archer, and kicked off the platform, his figure a blur in the darkness, soaring over the estate wall.

A sword light, like a coiling dragon, shot upwards from below.

Shi Hao tucked his legs, his body curling into a ball in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the attack.

He landed on the wall, his body unfolding.

Two martial artists tried to block his path. He swung his sword between them, and a strange force seemed to pull them together.

Startled, they pushed against each other, breaking free from the invisible pull.

Shi Hao slipped through the gap between them, leaped over the wall, and escaped the estate, disappearing into the forest.

Suddenly, a wave of sword energy, dense and inescapable, enveloped him.

Shi Hao, sensing danger, quickly turned and blocked the attack with his sword.

A clang echoed as their swords met. He had blocked the attack, but the force of the blow, her cultivation being higher than his, sent him flying backwards.

He crashed into a tree, snapping its trunk.

Zhuo Mulan emerged from the darkness and landed gracefully.

Although the saying went, “Don’t pursue a desperate foe,” she knew this villain’s strength.

He used a sword, but his techniques were more like a saber’s, and although his methods were bizarre, his foundation was only seventh-rank.

Having harmed her disciple, she wouldn’t let him escape.

She wore a green Daoist robe embroidered with bamboo and peonies, symbols of peace and prosperity, with crimson trim, the bamboo in light blue, the peonies the same pink as the trim.

A wide belt and a Daoist sash were tied around her waist. Her hair was styled in a “heaven overturning seal” bun, similar to a twisted bun but more formal, a hairpin securing it.

She was only twenty-eight, her figure curvaceous. Having leaped from a rooftop to pursue him, her breasts heaved slightly as she landed.

“Villain, die!” She saw the young man with the hooked nose stagger after blocking her attack and crashing into the tree, assuming he was injured.

She pressed her attack, her sword light swirling around him like a net, intending to kill him and avenge her disciple’s humiliation.

The young man, however, quickly recovered, his sword flashing as he deflected her attacks, retreating step by step.

Zhuo Mulan was surprised.

Although the difference between the seventh and sixth ranks seemed small, it was a significant gap in power.

Below the seventh rank, projecting true energy externally was difficult, and even if achieved through special techniques, it couldn’t be sustained. But at the sixth rank and above, it became effortless, allowing for more advanced techniques and greater power. Even previously learned techniques were significantly enhanced.

And she had just attacked with her full strength. He shouldn’t have been able to block it so easily, let alone without any apparent injury.

She didn’t know he possessed two types of internal energy, which he was rapidly switching between, one for defense, one for attack.

And his defensive energy was a high-level, orthodox Daoist technique, even more profound than hers!

Every time her energy penetrated his defenses, he would quickly neutralize it with his Daoist true energy. Although only seventh-rank, it was enough to deflect much of her attack.

It was as if her energy had to first break through his Unfettered Demon’s Boundless Art defense and then his Gathering Essence Flowing Pearl true energy before it could truly injure him.

And high-level Daoist true energy had healing properties. Although his internal organs were slightly shaken by the impact, they quickly recovered.

Zhuo Mulan, unaware of his dual cultivation, was surprised that he seemed unharmed despite clearly being unable to withstand her attack. She assumed he was using some kind of demonic secret technique.

The demonic sects had techniques for suppressing injuries, even temporarily enhancing their power through self-harm.

But such methods couldn’t be sustained.

Within the Huo estate, the villain had used the crowd as cover to evade her attacks.

Zhuo Mulan, unwilling to harm innocent people, had held back.

But now, in the forest, she no longer had such concerns. She unleashed her full power, her left hand grabbing the horsetail whisk at her waist, her right wielding her sword, attacking simultaneously.

Shi Hao saw the whisk and sword shadows coming at him from all angles, a dizzying array of attacks. He felt like a rat trapped in a cage, surrounded by sharp needles, with no escape.

Fortunately, during his last visit to the Primordial Grotto Heaven, he had studied Daoist techniques with Ye Zi Yin. He quickly realized that her seemingly random attacks followed a pattern based on the Nine Palaces formation.

Du Yuejiao had used similar footwork, but it was clearly inferior.

Shi Hao, as a transmigrator, was a quick learner. Although he had only briefly studied such techniques, he had absorbed much.

Gritting his teeth, he retreated, his sword flashing, using the Violet Vortex Blade Technique to counter her attacks, following the principles of the Nine Palaces formation.

The Violet Vortex Blade Technique, combined with the Unfettered Demon’s Boundless Art, created invisible spatial distortions, like traps. Although Zhuo Mulan was stronger, she felt her movements being strangely disrupted.

She snorted, relying on her superior strength, and abandoned her intricate swordsmanship, opting for a direct, brute-force approach, her sword clashing repeatedly with his.

Finally, after dozens of exchanges, the young man coughed up blood and was thrown backwards.

Zhuo Mulan was elated. As she suspected, he was relying on some demonic technique to suppress his injuries. His foundation wasn’t strong enough.

She saw him roll on the ground, then stagger to his feet and try to escape. She leaped forward, her sword flashing, a streak of light aimed at him.

However, Shi Hao wasn’t truly injured. Using demonic energy for attack and Daoist energy for defense, although weaker than Zhuo Mulan, he could still withstand her attacks.

He continued feigning weakness, rolling on the ground again. Her sword sliced through the air above him, felling two trees—

Chapter 67: When Evil Takes Root

Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan, disguised and enveloped in a black mist, floated through the night.

Even if someone looked directly at them, they wouldn’t be seen.

This was the power of the Night Wanderer Talisman.

The divine crystal within, the Night Wanderer, could only be used at night.

Without using any true energy or movement techniques, they effortlessly floated over the ten-foot-high wall surrounding the Huo estate.

Although a self-contained estate, the wall couldn’t be too tall; otherwise, it would be seen as a challenge to the barbarian court’s authority.

Guards patrolled the wall, and watchtowers stood at intervals, but since the war hadn’t reached this area yet, and the Huo family was a powerful and influential family in this region, most of the guards were lax and inattentive.

They floated past the watchtowers and over the buildings, reaching the main residence at the heart of the estate.

The security here was much tighter, a clear indication of “guarding against internal threats more than external ones.”

However, tight security was no match for the Night Wanderer Talisman. They easily bypassed the outer defenses and entered the inner compound.

Even the rooftops of the buildings within the estate followed a strict hierarchy, different styles and sizes indicating the status of the residents, a level of detail not even found in the mansions of nobles and marquis.

Thanks to Xu Xiaoyan’s earlier explanations, Shi Hao could now tell, just by looking at the rooftops, which buildings housed important figures, which were for lesser branches of the family, which belonged to the daughters, and which were for servants.

Xu Xiaoyan said, “The talisman’s effect is wearing off. You go kill the old man, and I’ll steal the saber. We’ll meet back here. I’ll use the Void Traversing Brick to get us out.”

Shi Hao smiled, “Alright.” He released her hand, determined his direction, and slipped away.

Huo Fu, the head of the Yuan Dan Huo family, had three wives and several concubines, his descendants numerous.

His second wife had a son named Huo Yingcai, an outer disciple of the Chongxian Sect.

Although only a ninth-rank martial artist, due to his family’s wealth and his frequent gifts to the sect, he had good connections within the Chongxian Sect. He had married the niece of Recluse Dan Ying of the Kun Zhen Courtyard and had a daughter named Huo Yuzhi.

That evening, Huo Yingcai’s wife, Zhu Man, and their daughter, Huo Yuzhi, were entertaining guests.

The guests were Zhuo Mulan and her disciple, Du Yuejiao.

Zhuo Mulan, originally from the Kun Zhen Courtyard, had known Zhu Man since childhood. She was on her way back to the Chongxian Sect’s main temple and had stopped by for a visit.

Huo Yingcai, being a Chongxian Sect disciple, treated them with great respect, offering them hospitality.

Knowing Huo Fu was a renowned philanthropist, often helping the poor and needy, and his reputation among the local gentry impeccable, Zhuo Mulan accepted their hospitality.

That night, as Zhuo Mulan and Du Yuejiao dined with Zhu Man and her daughter in the back garden, a scream suddenly pierced the night, followed by shouts of “Murder! Murder!”

The darkness erupted in chaos.

Zhu Man exclaimed, “That’s coming from Master’s residence!”

Zhuo Mulan, with her sixth-rank cultivation, far surpassing the ordinary martial artists employed by the Huo family, listened intently.

She heard the continuous clash of weapons and screams, indicating the killer was still on the loose.

She drew her sword, “Yuejiao, protect them. I’ll go and see.” She leaped through the window, scaled the wall, and headed towards the source of the commotion.

She landed on a fire-breathing beast statue on the roof and looked down.

A young man in black, wielding a sword, was cutting his way through the Huo residence.

He had a high forehead, a prominent hooked nose, sharp features, and a menacing aura.

Zhuo Mulan thought, Is that the villain who kidnapped and tortured Yuejiao?

She saw the young man leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

Enraged, she drew her sword and, like a streak of light, attacked him, “Villain, don’t you dare!”

The moment her sword intent surged, the young man with the hooked nose sensed it through the Soul Chasing Locking Steps, realizing she was a powerful expert.

As her sword light approached, he knew her power surpassed his own. Recognizing her as Zhuo Mulan, he was surprised.

He wasn’t surprised by her strength; he knew she was a sixth-rank expert. He was simply surprised to find her here.

Of course, it wasn’t unusual for wealthy families like the Huo family to have connections to the Chongxian Sect.

He quickly reacted, slashing at her with his sword.

Zhuo Mulan felt her attack being inexplicably deflected mid-flight, its trajectory shifting.

“Demonic arts!” she snorted. Only the demonic sects used such bizarre techniques.

She flicked her wrist, one sword shadow intercepting his attack, while several others, like blooming orchids in the night, enveloped him.

Shi Hao knew he was no match for her. She was a rank higher, and a single sword shadow from her was enough to deflect his attack. Her Chongxian Sect swordsmanship was powerful and precise.

And more martial artists were arriving, surrounding the area.

Shi Hao shifted his footwork, his body moving in a bizarre, unpredictable manner, making Zhuo Mulan’s attack miss completely.

Zhuo Mulan was taken aback by his sudden movement, as if he had been pulled away by an invisible force. She hadn’t been able to anticipate it.

At the same time, a ninth-rank martial artist standing on a nearby pavilion suddenly saw the young man with the hooked nose appear beside him with impossible speed.

The martial artist, having been gathering his energy, preparing to attack the villain from the side, was now caught off guard.

Startled, he slashed at the young man.

The young man’s sword twisted, deflecting the attack.

Swish! The martial artist’s head flew through the air.

Zhuo Mulan, enraged, leaped onto the pavilion, but the young man had already fled in another direction, moving through the crowd of martial artists, too fast for her to catch.

Someone entered the blood-soaked hall, filled with corpses.

“Master!” he cried, recognizing one of the bodies.

Another shouted, “Master Hong, Master Zhao, and the Young Master are also dead! Quickly inform the Six Gates!”

Initially, Shi Hao had only intended to kill Huo Fu.

But he had overheard their conversation, their plotting and scheming, and in a fit of rage, he had slaughtered them all.

Killing so many people had inevitably attracted attention. He had planned to meet with Xu Xiaoyan and use her magical weapon to escape.

But he had been intercepted by Zhuo Mulan.

Although he used the Soul Chasing Locking Steps to evade her attacks, Zhuo Mulan was no ordinary opponent.

Seeing he was about to escape, she unleashed a powerful gust of wind, pushing aside several martial artists in front of him.

She landed gracefully, her sword flashing, creating a net of sword light that enveloped Shi Hao. She shouted, “Groups of three! Watch out for each other! Approach him slowly! Don’t let him use you!”

The martial artists, initially disorganized, quickly formed groups of three.

Shi Hao used the Soul Chasing Locking Steps to move, but now, wherever he appeared, he was immediately attacked.

And Zhuo Mulan blocked his path, preventing him from reaching Xu Xiaoyan.

Knowing he couldn’t escape if Zhuo Mulan caught him, Shi Hao abandoned his original plan and fled in another direction.

Although the martial artists had formed groups, there were still gaps between them.

Shi Hao weaved through the crowd, fighting his way out.

How could Zhuo Mulan allow him to escape after slaughtering so many people right before her eyes?

If he escaped while she was here, it would be a disgrace to the entire Chongxian Sect. And he had also harmed Yuejiao.

She pursued him relentlessly, using her superior light-foot skills.

Suddenly, a fire erupted in the distance. A girl’s voice shouted, “Fire! Fire! Help!”

Zhuo Mulan, mid-flight, looked back. The fire spread rapidly, billowing smoke filling the sky. Seeing some of the men turning to fight the fire, she shouted, “Ignore the fire! Capture him first!”

This sudden fire was clearly a diversion.

The martial artists, hearing her command, obeyed, continuing their pursuit of Shi Hao.

With a crash, a stone wall shattered under his sword. Shi Hao rolled away and leaped into the air, twisting his body to avoid the arrows from the watchtower.

Zhuo Mulan’s sword light, like a coiling dragon, pursued him. He landed and, grabbing a nearby maidservant, pulled her towards him.

The maidservant screamed, but Zhuo Mulan’s sword light dissipated just before reaching her.

The Huo family, being wealthy, had numerous servants and relatives. In the chaos, people ran in all directions.

Knowing Zhuo Mulan wouldn’t harm innocent people, Shi Hao used the crowd as cover, preventing her from using her full power.

Every time she was about to catch him, he would use some trick to escape, her frustration growing—

Chapter 66: The Yuan Dan Huo Family, Masters of Exploiting Connections

Shi Hao faced the two ninth-rank martial artists simultaneously.

One wielded a saber, the other a spear. Fighting for their lives, their attacks were fierce and relentless.

But against Shi Hao’s swordsmanship, their skills were simply inadequate.

In a short time, both lay dead on the blood-soaked dirt road, their throats slit.

The doll, sitting on the book box, its black eyes fixed on Shi Hao, seemed… curious.

With the death of their two leaders, the remaining bandits were a disorganized rabble.

They tried to flee, but Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan showed no mercy, pursuing and cutting them down until only one remained.

The bandit, terrified, fell to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly, “Spare me, heroes! Please spare me!”

Xu Xiaoyan’s soft sword, like a snake, coiled around his throat, “Tell me, who are you working for?”

The bandit stammered, “We’re…”

Xu Xiaoyan sneered, “Don’t tell me you’re from the Changbai Mountains. The barbarian army is still surrounding the rebels. With your meager skills, you couldn’t have gotten past them. You’re just local bandits.”

The bandit quickly said, “We’re from Bald Head Mountain.”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “Bald Head Mountain is quite far from here. Even your leader is only eighth-rank. You can bully the local villagers, but what made you think you could cause trouble here?” She tightened the sword around his neck, drawing blood.

The bandit wailed, “We really are from Bald Head Mountain! Someone hired us!”

Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “Let me guess. Some wealthy landowner wants the fertile lands around Fang Family Town, so they hired you to pose as rebels from the Changbai Mountains, terrorizing the villagers and forcing them to sell their land?”

The bandit said, “You’re wise, Miss. It was the Yuan Dan Huo family who hired us.”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “So it’s the Yuan Dan Huo family.” She flicked her wrist, and the soft sword, its blade flashing like a blooming flower, disappeared into her sleeve.

The bandit clutched his throat, his eyes wide, and collapsed.

Shi Hao shook his head, “Nothing new under the sun. Hero Fu’s rebellion has sparked uprisings all over, and these wealthy families are exploiting the chaos to seize land, creating more refugees. Are they truly that greedy, or are they just not afraid of death?”

Xu Xiaoyan giggled, “For them, nothing is more valuable than land. And during times of chaos, these wealthy families are the ones the barbarian court wants to appease and control. Even if they go too far, no one will interfere.”

“Didn’t you see? Even reporting to the authorities was useless for the people of Fang Family Town. The local Six Gates have likely been bribed. They know exactly what’s happening. The Yuan Dan Huo family wants the villagers’ land. They won’t stop until they get it, turning those villagers into tenant farmers under their control.”

Shi Hao asked, “What’s the background of this Yuan Dan Huo family?”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “I know a little about them. Their ancestor, Huo Liangxin, was a sixth-rank expert who joined the barbarian army.

“He was originally Chinese and even had a reputation as a ‘hero’ in the martial world. But after joining the barbarians, he became even more ruthless than them in killing his own people. He acted as a vanguard for the barbarian army south of the Long River.”

“Emperor Lie Zunyi, impressed by his bravery, awarded him a precious saber called the ‘Heroic Deeds Blade.’ He used that saber to kill over a thousand people in the Jiangnan region. Now, it’s a treasured heirloom, displayed in the Huo family’s vault. It’s said that because it has taken so many lives, its aura is so malevolent that ordinary people can’t even approach it.”

Shi Hao said thoughtfully, “A saber that has killed over a thousand people?”

Xu Xiaoyan continued, “After the barbarian court conquered the Central Plains, the Jin clan became royalty, while the Chinese were reduced to commoners. This Huo family, however, somehow managed to change their ancestry, claiming to be of Uyghur descent, separating themselves from the Chinese and becoming ‘second-class citizens.’

“They claim their ancestors migrated from Yuan Dan in the north thousands of years ago, hence the name ‘Yuan Dan Huo family,’ to distinguish themselves from the Chinese Huo families.”

Shi Hao shook his head, “To go so far to curry favor with the barbarians… their ancestors would be ashamed.”

Xu Xiaoyan said, “The Huo family has their own martial arts tradition, capable of reaching the sixth rank. But after siding with the barbarian court and enjoying their power and influence, they haven’t produced any true martial arts geniuses in over a century. In recent generations, they haven’t even had a seventh-rank expert, let alone a sixth-rank.

“Most of their descendants are only eighth or ninth-rank. But they’re wealthy and have many men under their command. The current head of the family, Huo Fu, is an old man nearing seventy, shrewd in business and ruthless in his methods, but he also engages in philanthropy, earning him the nickname ‘Benefactor Huo.’

“The common people know the truth about him, but he has a good reputation among the landlords and gentry. He has seven wives, following the outdated practice of polygamy, and his wives are constantly vying for control of the family fortune.”

“I bet the Huo family will fall apart after he dies. This incident of hiring bandits to pose as rebels and attack Fang Family Town was probably his idea.”

Shi Hao sheathed his sword and sneered, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s send him on his way. Why let such a vile man die peacefully?”

Xu Xiaoyan looked at him, “Are you serious about killing him?”

Shi Hao said, “With Huo Fu dead, his family will be too busy fighting amongst themselves to bother with seizing land, and the people of Fang Family Town will be spared. And that Heroic Deeds Blade they treasure so much… let’s steal it and teach them a lesson.”

Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “You really like meddling in other people’s business! But I have to admit, I would also find it disgusting if that old man died peacefully. In that case, we’ll infiltrate their manor tonight. I’ll steal the saber, and you kill the old man.”

They each picked up their book box and medicine chest and left the blood-soaked mountain path, heading towards the Huo family estate.

As they walked, Xu Xiaoyan, adjusting the leather straps of her medicine chest, paused and looked up at the sky, then turned to Shi Hao, “Something doesn’t add up. I understand why you want to kill that old man, but why steal the saber?”

Shi Hao realized this clever girl had noticed something.

He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “I have a use for it. Tell you what, I’ll keep the Illusory Sea Spirit Fruit and the Heroic Deeds Blade, and you can have the Blue Frost Moon Essence Shoot and the Blazing Sky Leaves. I won’t take a share of the profits from selling them.”

Xu Xiaoyan glanced at him sideways, a wide smile appearing on her face, “You said it, not me.”

Since they were already going to kill someone, stealing the saber was just an added bonus.

She had no objections to this arrangement.

Shi Hao smiled, “Don’t worry, I’m offering this willingly.”

One of the requirements for his next demonic advancement ritual was “a weapon that has killed a thousand people.”

This condition, although seemingly simple, wasn’t easy to fulfill. A weapon capable of killing a thousand people without breaking would naturally be a high-quality blade, wielded by a skilled expert. But even powerful experts didn’t necessarily kill that many people.

For example, Zhao Xian, the Peerless Sword, was a powerful expert, even listed on the Blacklist.

But how many people had he actually killed? It was hard to say.

He wouldn’t bother killing ordinary people, only those he deemed worthy opponents or those who deserved to die, most of whom were likely also skilled martial artists.

It was unlikely he had killed over a thousand people, perhaps not even a hundred.

Those without sufficient skill couldn’t kill so many. Those with sufficient skill didn’t necessarily kill so many.

And those who both possessed the skill and had killed so many might not have used the same weapon throughout their career.

Therefore, a “weapon that has killed a thousand people” was a rare find.

And Shi Hao, not a true demonic villain, wouldn’t massacre innocent people just to create such a weapon for a ritual.

Since there was a readily available one, the Yuan Dan Huo family’s treasured heirloom, he might as well take it.

The Yuan Dan Huo family estate was vast, practically a small town.

As evening approached, Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan hid on a hill overlooking the estate, observing its layout.

Xu Xiaoyan, a true master thief, pointed out the various buildings: the school, the ancestral hall, the manor lord’s residence, the treasure vault… her analysis detailed and precise.

She said, “The wealthier the family, the more particular they are about their arrangements. And their meticulousness makes them predictable. With knowledge of architecture, feng shui, and the layout of the land, it’s easy to understand their arrangements.”

Shi Hao marveled at her knowledge. This girl was more learned than he was, a “scholar.”

“Architecture” in this era was a complex field of study, encompassing not only practical building techniques but also mystical arts like feng shui and divination.

As darkness fell, they hid their book box and medicine chest in a cave, separated, changed into their black outfits, and altered their appearances using the Evil Shadow Disguise Technique.

Then, hand in hand, they floated towards the Huo estate under the moonlight.

Behind them, in the cave, the doll, sitting quietly on the book box, its black eyes began to glow, bright as stars.