“Xie Kanhua.” Wuya said softly. He remembered the scene he had seen when he was a child, when Xie Kanhua, with only a sword in his hand, broke into the main hall of Courtyard of Clear Sky alone, pressed his sword against the chief’s throat, and took away a person. He had once hoped that that person could be himself.
“Boss! We can’t hold on any longer!” Chiwu’s shout pulled him out of his memory. “This woman’s sword is too damn powerful!”
Shaque was also sweating profusely, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. “Monk, you are stronger than before.”
Jie Qing smiled. “If I hadn’t spent some energy on the girl just now, you would have fallen by now.”
Wuya’s pupils shrank slightly, and his long knife stabbed at Xie Yuling. Xie Yuling hurriedly raised his fan to block, but before he could fully extend it, Wuya’s blade was already pressed against his throat. “Although you carry Xie Kanhua’s name, you are too far behind him.” After saying this, Wuya flipped his long knife and kicked Xie Yuling away with one foot. He turned around and rushed to Feng Zuojun.
Feng Zuojun did not hesitate and punched Wuya in the chest.
“Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm? I’ve always wanted to try Feng Yuhuan’s sword.” Wuya said in a low voice.
“You are not worthy!” Feng Zuojun shouted and punched Wuya ten times in the chest.
“And you are too weak.” But Wuya shook his head and slapped Feng Zuojun away. Then in front of him, there was only Su Baiyi left.
Su Baiyi leaned slightly forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“Junyu Sword.” Wuya said slowly.
“Look at me, Seeing Flowers in the Mist.” Su Baiyi shouted.
“There is no such thing as Seeing Flowers in the Mist.” A cold light flashed, and Wuya’s long knife knocked Su Baiyi’s sword to the ground. Wuya walked forward and picked up Junyu sword. “Although I can’t see that flower clearly, I have seen how Xie Kanhua used this sword when he started. It’s not like you.”
“Run!” Feng Zuojun got up from the ground. “Don’t mind us.”
Su Baiyi gritted his teeth and turned around, using his lightness skill to the extreme, but as soon as he took a step, his shoulder was pressed down by someone, and his strength was drained. He couldn’t even stand, let alone run. He struggled to turn his head and looked at Wuya. “Why are you capturing me?”
“A boring question.” Wuya hoisted the powerless Su Baiyi on his shoulder, ignoring his two remaining companions, and leaped away in the direction of Fengdu Town.
“Su Baiyi!” Nangong Xier shouted, her long sword emitting a resonant hum. With a final strike, she cleaved the long knife in Chiwu’s hand.
Chiwu retreated more than a dozen steps and spat out a mouthful of blood. He threw the broken blade on the ground. “This little lady is beautiful, but her swordsmanship is very domineering.”
“The thing I hate the most in my life is when people say I’m beautiful!” Nangong Xi’er sheathed her sword, stepped on the Chiwu’s shoulder, and a “crack” sound was heard. It seemed that half of his shoulder bone had broken. Chiwu endured the pain and didn’t make a sound. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell down in an instant. Nangong Xi’er took advantage of the situation and chased after Wuya.
On the other side, Jie Qing saw that Wuya had taken Su Baiyi away, and frowned slightly. He slapped a palm at Shaque.
“Amitabha.” Jie Qing suddenly whispered a Buddhist chant.
Then everyone saw that on that palm, a few golden lights lit up. In the whistling of the wind, it seemed that they could hear Jie Qing’s lips moving slightly, chanting a few words with strange tones.
“The Great Buddha Seal!” Shaque exclaimed. That palm had already hit his face, but he didn’t even think about dodging. He just looked at that palm and fell into thought. But Jie Qing’s palm suddenly stopped.
The golden light dissipated, and everyone saw that although the palm stopped, the palm qi did not disperse, but slowly solidified into a vague shape.
“Lotus?” Shaque was stunned.
Jie Qing smiled and pushed out another palm. This palm carried supreme power. With one palm, he shattered Shaque’s true qi. But Shaque didn’t feel any severe pain. He just felt that his whole body suddenly became light. Even when he flew out ten feet away and fell to the ground, he didn’t scream.
“I have known you for almost twenty years. My Buddha is merciful and will not kill you.” Jie Qing B withdrew his palm, flicked his long sleeve, with a light step he too pursued them.
“Shaque!” Chiwu shouted.
The one lying on the ground, whose mind was still trapped in that seal, suddenly woke up. But at the same time, the pain of his bones shattering spread rapidly throughout his body. He bit his teeth and tried to take out a bamboo tube from his arms, and then pointed it at the sky.
But it was knocked away by a fan that suddenly appeared.
Xie Yuling stood up from the ground, although his face was full of blood, but his eyes were bright. “It’s not over yet.”
Su Baiyi was carried by Wuya on his shoulder, unable to use his strength, and closed his eyes helplessly.
Master, oh master, I told you, we might as well have fought our way out last time. That way, we would have had a chance. Now we are like this, we can only reunite in prison.
“Baiyi, from today on, I will teach you martial arts. What do you want to learn?”
“Master, I want to learn your swordsmanship, the kind that cuts down a whole apricot tree with one strike.”
“Why do you always think of things that destroy flowers and plants?”
“It’s better than always thinking of things that involve fighting and killing.”
“Fine, I have many kinds of swordsmanship. The most powerful one is called ‘Seeing Flowers in the Mist’. It is said in the martial arts world that no one can see my flower clearly, because those who see it are already dead. Do you want to learn it?”
“I want to learn it.”
“But you can’t learn it now. You might as well learn this martial art first.”
A book was placed before him. He picked it up and found it wasn’t complete; the latter pages were missing, leaving only a small strip connected to the spine. It must have been cut in half. Yet, even with only half of it remaining, the book still caught his attention, all because of the name on the cover.
“Book of Immotrals”.
“Master, oh master, is this not the book of immortality sold in Baiyun Temple in the city? Can you really become an immortal if you practice it?”
“Yes, you can really become an immortal.”
Su Baiyi still remembered Xie Kanhua’s smile that day, mysterious and unfathomable. So he believed it for a long time. But later he found out that this martial art seemed to have no use.
When can a person let you touch his body without any guard?
And for more than an incense stick’s time?
Sigh.
Isn’t it now?
Su Baiyi opened his eyes. The hands on the Wuya’s shoulder suddenly became hot.
Thanks for the translation