“The scenery…” Meng Xi wanted to say something more.
Feng Guang coldly replied, "Get out of the way!"
Stunned by her rarely revealed aura, Meng Xi unconsciously took a step to the side.
"Giddy up!" Feng Guang waved the reins, and the horse galloped off.
Even in Wuji Tower, the night is far from peaceful.
The guards at the gate stopped the girl as she dismounted from her horse, coldly saying, "Without the Lord's decree, you cannot enter."
"I want to see Si Jia."
Upon hearing the name Si Jia, the two guards exchanged a glance, but still dutifully said, "Outsiders are not allowed to enter Wuji Tower."
Feng Guang laughed, "What if I insist on going in?"
"Wuji Tower never pays with their lives for killing people."
"That depends on whether you have the ability." She bent down, picked up a branch from the ground, and then her demeanor changed, she adopted a sword-wielding posture.
A moment later, Feng Guang walked through the dark Wuji Tower. Behind her lay a mass of fallen people. She hadn't killed them; at most, she had only injured them. After all, she had never killed anyone and didn't like killing.
There are many rumors about the mysterious figure in the martial arts world, the Ghost Master who is unparalleled in medicine and poison, but don't forget that there is also a Sword Immortal who is equally famous but has even fewer rumors.
When Fengguang was ten years old, she went to Qingxin Temple with her father. Her father would not have taken her out of the palace for no reason. He had seen her potential in martial arts and made her learn from a master. Her swordsmanship was taught by the abbot of Qingxin Temple. It was during that time that her master took her down the mountain to travel. She only rescued a girl who was being bullied by a bully. No one knows how the title of "Sword Immortal" spread.
In fact, her martial arts skills were not entirely undetected. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to react so quickly and dodge the assassin's blade in the main hall that day. And in that desert, she was able to hold out for so long precisely because she remembered that she was a martial arts practitioner.
Following the directions given by one of the captured men, she arrived at a tightly closed door. Without hesitation, she pushed it open and walked into a dark alley. Along this alley, people were lying on the ground everywhere. Unlike Feng Guang's attacks, these people were all covered in wounds and blood, lying on the ground. Some were not breathing, while others were about to stop breathing.
As they counted along the way, there were forty-three people in total. However, Master Liao had said that there should have been ninety-nine assassins. These assassins had no consciousness of their own and no sense of pain. They only knew to kill the target in front of them. They would not stop until they bled to death and were unable to move. This was what made them more terrifying than ordinary assassins.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Feng Guang's eyes sharpened. With a swift movement, she used the branch in her hand to block a fierce sword strike. The sharp sword grazed the branch, but the branch, imbued with her inner strength, remained unbroken. As she was about to retreat, she heard a familiar voice call out, "Feng Guang?"
She was stunned for a moment, then the man reached out and pulled her into his arms. He held her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones. "It really is you..."
"Sijia..." She smelled the blood emanating from him, the branch in her hand fell to the ground, but she didn't know where to touch him. "You're injured!"
"It's just a minor injury."
His white clothes were stained with blood from head to toe, and there was even a bloody mark on his face where he had been grazed by a sword. His appearance, covered with wounds, was clearly not just a minor injury.
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