Chapter 25
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As Zi Shan, with an arm wrapped around Yi Yun’s waist and her head tilted, gazed at Feng Yun Wuji with an irrepressible excitement: “You’re the one who practiced the Xuanming Jue, aren’t you?” she asked. “May I take a look at the Xuanming Scroll?”
Her eagerness was almost contagious, impossible to deny. Yi Yun, dressed in purple and affectionately known, patted Zi Shan’s head with a loving gesture but remained silent, not objecting to her request.
With a deft flick of his fingers, Feng Yun Wuji tossed the Xuanming Scroll their way without a moment’s hesitation: “If you wish to see it, here it is.”
The ease with which the scroll had been obtained took the trio by surprise. Yi Yun caught the scroll, his brow furrowed in confusion, and then handed it off to Zi Shan. She received it with a delighted grin and immediately began to peruse its contents with keen interest.
“Yi Yun, this one is just like you,” Xi Er, the beautiful woman, whispered with a smile as she approached Yi Yun’s side.
“In what way?” Yi Yun’s face showed genuine bewilderment.
Xi Er looked up, her tone icy: “He shares your recklessness and unscrupulousness.”
“Zi Shan, what do you think?” the woman in red inquired.
“Sister Xi Er, this book only contains the lower volume; I can’t discern its authenticity,” the woman in the purple skirt, Zi Shan, replied, lifting her gaze.
“I knew there was something amiss!” Xi Er, the woman in the red skirt, snorted indignantly. With a sudden burst of movement, she lunged at Feng Yun Wuji, her hand reaching for his neck.
“Why must you resort to violence again?” Feng Yun Wuji, irritated by her actions, swung his sleeve and drifted backward out of reach.
“Do you think you can escape me with such paltry skills? Tian Shan Zhe Mei Hand!” With a swift movement, Xi Er’s right hand emitted a spark of red light that shot towards Feng Yun Wuji’s face.
Feng Yun Wuji saw a blinding red radiance before him. In the hazy glow, the red sparks seemed to expand, blossoming into flower petals with a faint scent of plum, sending a chill down his spine. He dared not take it lightly, summoning all his skill in the willow catkin wind-following technique. His body drifted three feet away from Xi Er’s palm, gliding backward.
“Do you truly believe I am powerless against you?” Xi Er’s fury was palpable as she unleashed a 10*10 red light dome that enveloped Feng Yun Wuji.
“Tian Mo Qi Field,” Feng Yun Wuji faintly heard her say. Suddenly, the true qi within him became chaotic, rushing uncontrollably through his meridians. The willow catkin wind-following technique was broken.
A jade-like palm flashed towards Feng Yun Wuji’s neck. Xi Er’s soft yet terrifying voice echoed in his ears: “Now, what will you use to block my attack?”
A crackling sound split the air as an ice crystal long sword shattered beneath Xi Er’s hand. Feng Yun Wuji, in a moment of desperation, condensed a sword between her palm and his neck, averting disaster.
Feng Yun Wuji leaped backward with a push of his foot. He was wary of the woman named Xi Er. In that instant, his internal energy had been thrown into disarray, and he knew nothing beyond that.
“What kind of martial art is this? The Tian Mo Qi Field? How could it be like this? I was at a distance from her, yet she managed to make my true qi run amok. She’s too powerful!” Feng Yun Wuji’s thoughts raced. Seeing the woman about to strike again, he quickly raised his hand to halt her, “Wait!”
“Oh, do you have any last words?” Xi Er, the woman in red, faced him with a frosty expression.
“The volume of the Xuanming Scroll I possess is the only one I have. My advancement in martial arts has nothing to do with this scroll. Believe it or not, that’s up to you!”
“Enough, Xi Er, we didn’t come here for the Xuanming Scroll. Zi Shan already has the Tai Xuan Jing; he doesn’t need any other martial arts. In this ancient era, there are very few practitioners of the sword path. This man is a master, and keeping him will be useful,” Yi Yun interjected, his arms wrapped around Xi Er from behind. The frost on Xi Er’s face melted away instantly.
“I never intended to kill him; I just wanted to see if he’s worthy of joining our Zi Xiao Sword Sect!” Xi Er chuckled, then lightly kissed Yi Yun’s cheek.
“No fair, I want a kiss too,” Zi Shan discarded the Xuanming Scroll, ran over, and planted a kiss on Yi Yun’s face.
Feng Yun Wuji sighed, unable to decipher the relationship between these three individuals.
“How about joining our Zi Xiao Sword Sect?” Yi Yun, the man in purple, looked up at Feng Yun Wuji and asked with a smile. His features were ordinary, but his smile was radiant, as if a burst of sunlight was shining upon them.
“Haha, the Zi Xiao Sword Sect has a good plan indeed, to recruit this young man and slowly extract the true location of the Xuanming Scroll. What a clever calculation,” a cold laugh echoed from the sky. Everyone looked up to see a tall man, nearly two meters in height, standing in the void with his arms crossed beneath the clouds. Clad in black iron armor, he had a rugged face, slightly dark skin, and short beard on his chin. His black and red cape fluttered in the air. His most peculiar feature was his pair of purple eyes, bright as torches even in the gloom.
“I claim this man for the Demon Realm; the Zi Xiao Sword Sect had best not interfere!” His resounding voice reverberated through the air. With a sudden movement, he scattered a rain of fire from the sky, accompanied by a massive fireball plummeting towards them.
“Hmph! Huo Mo Chi Lian Zong! How dare you be so arrogant in front of me, Yi Yun? You’re courting death!” The head of the Zi Xiao Sword Sect, Yi Yun, retorted coldly, his words chilling those who heard them.
Feng Yun Wuji turned sharply to look at Yi Yun. He saw Yi Yun gazing at the sky, his eyes still vacant. The purple figure in Feng Yun Wuji’s sight gradually faded, followed by a scream from above. Then, the purple figure solidified once more. In his hand appeared a purple, slender long sword, a purple ribbon tied to its hilt, with a drop of dark red blood sliding down the silver blade.
Thud!
A robust arm fell from the sky, landing not far from Feng Yun Wuji, still engulfed in flames. From the severed end, dark red blood gushed out, rising into a丈high flame that persisted.
The massive fireball crashed into the crowd of Zi Xiao Sword Sect members, unleashing a wave of heat and sending dozens of their experts flying. Then, a dark red figure burst from the flames, materializing on an open space—none other than Huo Mo Chi Lian Zong, who was now clutching his left arm, teeth clenched in pain. His left arm was severed at the elbow, with dark red blood flowing profusely from the stump.
Boom! Thunder and lightning filled the air, the wind roared, and silver snakes of lightning danced across the sky. Beneath the heavens, enormous tornadoes connected to the clouds emerged from all directions, and a torrential rain poured from the sky in an instant, making it impossible to discern people or animals beyond a hundred feet…
“Have all the five generals of the Demon Realm come for the Xuanming Scroll?” Yi Yun spoke indifferently, his voice betraying no emotional fluctuation.
Four figures gradually materialized in the sky…
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