Chapter 122 The Punishment of the Wind "He is not alone."...

It turned out that Senior Brother Liuyun hadn't lied to him; the "Death Umbrella" was indeed the source of the injustice, and she hadn't died.

Thank goodness, she's not dead.

When Lin Mu recalled the scene last night where Bai Yuan stood in front of him and was impaled by Qiu Jue's blade, all the deep-seated emotions he had been suppressing could no longer be contained. At the moment when he witnessed the frost covering the mountains, his heart was overwhelmed with excitement, emotion, and extreme sorrow.

Although Lin Mu is young, he is not a crybaby unless he really can't help it.

Just as tears welled up in his eyes, a cold wind, as if from the summit of a snow-capped mountain, swept by, and the powerful yin energy instantly froze the tear on his cheek into frost.

Lin Mu sniffed his reddened nose, his breath turning into white mist. He subconsciously reached out, and the biting cold wind slipped through his fingers, covering the green pines behind him with a layer of white frost.

"Wind and frost are blades," as if the two had merged into one. The smiling man gathered his palm power and neutralized a wave of wind and frost blades, witnessing firsthand how the wind and snow sealed off the mountain: "Indeed."

The smiling man lightly touched the ground with his toes, his footsteps barely touching the air as he moved with a strange and unpredictable agility, darting left and right: "It seems that today, Tingfengzhi is determined to oppose me."

“Between you and me,” Zhou Yaren said coldly, her folding fan unleashing a long, curved blade that shot towards her opponent, “it’s a fight to the death.”

"Very determined." The smiling man praised without reservation, then flicked his wrist, and with a "whoosh," the Autumn Decision Blade was drawn, cleaving the frost-covered wind blade in two. "Then I'll have to send you on your way."

The smiling man sped up, dodging the numerous deadly traps hidden in the haze with a tilted head and leaps, and seized an opening to slash at Zhou Yaren with his knife.

Zhou Yaren's wrist spun rapidly, the fan swirling, and the vortex of killing intent suddenly gripped the Qiu Jue Blade, which was heavy with murderous aura. The duel between the two of them displayed the momentum of dozens of people fighting with swords.

The smiling man suddenly drew his sword, cutting through the wind with a fluid and dazzling move.

Although Zhou Yaren was blind, he could hear the sound of the other party cutting through the wind and shattering blades, as if one person had created dozens of clones that surrounded him.

The branches of the surrounding trees were broken by the force of the blade, and the hard rock wall was cut with knife marks of varying depths.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from behind. As Zhou Yaren raised her cold blade to defend herself, she was knocked back several feet.

"A fight to the death?" That's quite an arrogant tone. The smiling man snorted and looked down at Zhou Yaren's disheveled state with disdain, saying, "Overestimating yourself."

Zhou Yaren gripped the death-reporting umbrella tightly, staggering to his feet. Perhaps after today, his leg would be useless. But that wasn't necessarily true, because he was extremely likely to not survive today, so what did it matter whether his leg was useless or not?

“You were originally a death row inmate in that prison, and should have been sent to the execution ground to be executed long ago. It was my mercy that gave you a chance, which is why you have survived until today.” The smiling man straightened his wrist holding the Autumn Execution Blade. “Since you are so ungrateful and insist on fighting to the death, I will use this Autumn Execution Blade to execute you.”

Zhou Yaren was determined to kill him, even if it meant dying together with him. Besides, he had Bai Yuan's help.

So he channeled his murderous resentment into a raging storm, which he used to control the wind and tear apart all the surrounding vegetation.

The smiling man who was about to kill Zhou Yaren suddenly stopped, and even his tone became solemn: "The Punishment of the Killing Wind!"

Even a strong and healthy person would have to risk most of their life to unleash the Wind Punishment, let alone Zhou Yaren's half-dead body. If he forcibly used the power of the Wind Punishment, he would probably explode and die halfway through!

How dare he!

Clearly, this blind man had no intention of living; he was truly determined to fight him to the death.

“Nothing moves all things faster than the wind,” Zhou Yaren said in a deep and resounding voice. With each breath, even the fluttering hem of his clothes seemed to be calling out to the wind.

Thus, the wind shook the pines of a thousand forests, and the cold air swept across countless layers. As the pine needles, coated with solid ice, rustled, it was as if clashing swords and spears were being fired, raising a thousand layers of murderous intent.

Li Liuyun's expression changed drastically: "This is bad, we need to go into the pagoda."

The teenagers, their scalps tingling, didn't waste a moment, vaguely sensing what was about to happen.

Just as they were taking refuge in the pagoda, a fierce wind arose, uprooting trees and destroying strong grass, and countless ice needles pierced the sky and earth.

The mountaintop was sculpted silver-white by frost and snow, and countless ice spikes covered in pine needles pierced towards the smiling man. He was forced to retreat repeatedly, and to defend against the overwhelming ice needles, he wielded the Autumn Decision Blade in a sword-and-shield stance.

The smiling man had to exert all his strength to stay in place and resist the force of the wind punishment. His robes gradually developed countless small tears, hanging tattered and torn. He feared that in a little while he would be naked and unable to face anyone, but fortunately he was wearing a mask to cover his face.

His robes were torn, and the skin on his shoulders and arms was ripped open. The stinging pain of the scattered ice needles piercing his flesh was more intense than the blades themselves. As the chill penetrated his body, the seeping blood congealed into red frost, creating a sensation of blockage that seemed to freeze his vital points and meridians.

The smiling man felt his arms were almost numb from the cold, yet the gust of wind was so strong that it could shake the top of the mountain and move the cliffs and valleys.

The smiling man was pushed back two steps by the gale, unable to withstand the force. As the sturdy pines on either side of him swayed, the soil in which their roots were deeply embedded gradually loosened, and they were pushed over, uprooted, and blown off the cliff by the fierce wind...

Wind punishment is disaster, and fierce wind is fierce wind. It swirls with frost flowers and ice needles like a blizzard, accompanied by the sound of collapsing and cracking. Rocks and landslides fall and crash into cliffs, valleys and lakes.

Inside the pagoda, several teenagers held the doors and windows shut, while outside, it was almost as loud as bandits banging on and smashing the doors.

Lin Mu, still worried, asked anxiously, "Aren't we going to help?"

"You want to help even if you can't get involved!" Lian Zhao said. "I'm afraid you'll be thrown off a cliff by the wind and smashed into mincemeat as soon as you go out."

Wen Yi leaned against the door: "But Ting Fengzhi is seriously injured, can he withstand it?"

Lian Zhao shook his head: "I don't know."

Outside, the wind and frost were fierce, and the sky was dark. It was impossible to even open one's eyes, let alone see anything. What could they do outside? They could barely protect themselves, let alone cause trouble.

Yu Heqi said worriedly, "But what if we leave Tingfengzhi to deal with this alone..."

As if by some strange impulse, Lin Mu interrupted, "He is not alone."

"Huh?" Yu Heqi turned his head to look over.

"I can tell from the wind that it's not just one person," Lin Mu reiterated firmly. Although he couldn't see anything at the moment, the prevailing yin energy condensed into frost and snow, and seeing the frost and snow was like seeing Bai Yuan. Lin Mu whispered through the crack in the door, "Bai Yuan is here too."

Everyone understood what Lin Mu meant.

Wen Yi asked uncertainly, "Is it really her?"

This time, Li Liuyun spoke up: "Besides her, who else could it be?"

Wen Yi nodded: "That's right, there's no one else but her."

At the heart of the blizzard, another firmly rooted pine tree was shattered into pieces by the fierce wind. The smiling man was covered in countless fine, bloody cuts, his robes were like tattered willow branches, and his arms seemed to be freezing stiff. He glanced ahead, but could see nothing but the overwhelming ice needles and the raging blizzard.

Zhou Yaren stood tall after the storm, where nothing grew and rocks were shattered into dust. Despite clenching his teeth, blood still trickled from his lips and dripped from his wounds, but he paid no attention. He was probably numb from the pain, feeling as if his body no longer belonged to him and he could barely feel anything.

The smiling man sniffed the strong smell of blood, wondering when the half-dead blind man would finally explode and die. It was hard to say, but he was starting to feel the effects.

The next moment, the smiling man was lifted into the sky by the force of the wind!

Zhou Yaren, who was in control of the storm, raised his head as if sensing something, and tried with difficulty to create another wave of wind. However, his stiff and numb arms felt as if they were carrying a heavy cauldron, so heavy that he could not lift them at all.

But he couldn't let Xu Zhangfang go!

Zhou Yaren desperately stirred up the wind, and countless ice needles surged forth.

The smiling man, blown into the sky by the gale, spun rapidly in mid-air and suddenly grabbed the bell pavilion located on the mountaintop. Due to the great force, he broke off half of the corner beam.

Ice spikes followed closely behind, and the smiling man threw the corner beam and crawled entirely into the bronze bell! He braced himself against the bell wall and spun it violently, directly snatching the iron chain suspending the bronze bell from its base.

The pursuing whirlwind of ice needles suddenly crashed into the giant bronze bell.

when--

The deep, ethereal sound of the bell suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth, shaking the mountains and rivers.

The smiling man inside the bronze bell almost went deaf.

Before the buzzing vibrations had subsided, the smiling man, supporting the bronze bell which weighed more than a thousand pounds, leaped down.

Protected by the invulnerable bronze bell, he defied the wind and shattered countless ice needles, plummeting rapidly amidst the resounding clang of ice breaking and the powerful thud of the bell.

when--

Buzz—

Just as it was about to hit the ground, the smiling man suddenly gathered his strength and smashed the bronze bell hard against the wind rider!

"Get out of the way!" Zhou Yaren heard a sharp, urgent shout from the Death Umbrella.

However, Zhou Yaren's movements were restricted, and she couldn't dodge in time. She was violently knocked away by the huge bronze bell!

The impact finally brought him back to consciousness, and he could clearly feel the excruciating pain surging through his body, as if every inch of his flesh was being torn apart, as if he were about to explode and die on the spot.

Zhou Yaren lay on the ground, writhing in excruciating pain, unable to get up. His ears were ringing, and his mind was a complete blank.

Is he going to die?

At that moment, he even experienced a fleeting illusion.

He saw the Death Umbrella transform into a human form amidst the raging wind and frost. At first, it was just a blurry, indistinct shadow, but slowly, he could see clearly a head of flowing, silvery-white hair and a translucent figure as clear as jade.

"A white injustice."

It was so unreal that Zhou Yaren dared not blink.

If he were about to die, he would only want to rush to his aid without hesitation, but now he doesn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

"A white injustice."

Sadness and regret intertwined into pain, binding Zhou Yaren tightly.

If he were about to die, he would actually have some heartfelt words to say.

But the blood was stuck in his throat, and every time he opened his mouth, he choked and tears streamed down his face, so he couldn't confide in anyone.

He had no choice.

Why?

I know you, but every time I'm on the verge of death, I try to forget you completely. I don't want to forget you, and I certainly don't want to get to know you all over again.

I don't want to die.

It turns out I didn't want to die.

I'm innocent. If it happens again, will you still recognize me?

I'm innocent, please acknowledge me.

I still owe you a pot of Fenqing wine; remember to come and collect it.

You must come to me to seek justice for your innocence.

I have nothing of value, except for this rather presentable appearance, if you don't mind...