Chapter 24 Please, Miss, have mercy on me
Chapter 24
Before he finished speaking, the golden thread in Shen Juansheng's hand suddenly straightened, reflecting a cold light like broken ice under the firelight.
A frosty sky loomed, a chilly wind gusting in. Before Qing Guiyu could react, he felt a sudden chill gather around him. The golden blade, like a meteor, hurtled straight towards Lu Guiyan, its force reminiscent of a Greedy Wolf soaring through the sky, brimming with murderous intent to shatter mountains and split rocks, its ferocity exceeding all else.
The blade rushed towards him, and the white robe moved, and a dragon's roar suddenly rose. The Wuwang Sword slashed a half circle of clear light in front of Lu Guiyan, like a swirling bright wave filling the sky.
Then the sword's tip arced back, the sword body cut across, and the sword light flowed past, like the moon being split by the vast ocean.
The cold energy released by Young Master Jin Sheng was like snow falling into the waves, disappearing without a trace as soon as it touched.
When Shen Jiansheng missed the target, he immediately withdrew his hand. Suddenly, his body moved slightly, a few strands of black hair fluttered back, his sleeves rolled up, and the cold silk stopped. He leaned sideways beside her and smiled.
"Good sword intention."
He had clearly attacked first, using a dangerous and deadly move. Qing Guiyu frowned, and before she could say anything, she suddenly felt an extremely cold and wet sensation on the back of her hand.
Looking down, she saw blood slowly flowing down her fingertips, filling her palm.
The golden thread hanging on Young Master Jin Sheng's wrist made a faint buzzing sound, and the needle-like red marks at the corners of his eyes, where blood had flowed, gradually deepened and became brighter as the cold poison circulated.
Qing Guiyu was startled by him. He was afraid that in order to use this killer move, Shen Juansheng forced the cold marrow skill to break through the internal energy restraint on his wrist.
The blood flowed down his fingers and the thread between his fingers from the golden needle sealing the acupoint, but Shen Jiansheng seemed to be unaware of it and said with a leisurely and carefree look,
"If you don't kill me now, how will you get such a good opportunity later?"
At this moment, Young Master Jin Sheng suddenly covered his mouth with his hands and vomited a mouthful of blood.
The blood stained his lips bright red. He slowly raised his head and stared at her blankly. His long eyelashes trembled slightly in the flickering light.
Blood dripped from between his fingers and onto his clothes. Everyone saw that his face was pale. He glanced at the blood on his palm, but still smiled at her.
"Look, Miss Qing, if I can't beat him...will you feel more sorry for me?"
Qing Guiyu knew in his heart that the vomiting of blood and internal injuries were caused by his forced cold energy and luck.
Yet, everyone on the stage believed that this young master, Jin Sheng, was in such a state of disgrace because of jealousy and hatred, the venom of love, and the toxicity of love. For a moment, whispers were heard everywhere, and everyone cast complicated glances at the two of them.
Young Master Jin Sheng knew that Lu Guiyan would definitely protect his people, so he successfully pulled him in so easily.
Qing Guiyu watched helplessly as her reputation was eroded by the sound of the story, from "a poisonous witch" to "a disaster for the world".
But Chen and Lu have had a feud since their youth, and now they kill each other when they meet. What does it have to do with her?
She was embarrassed and annoyed, almost falling over at Chen Juan's voice. But she was not as cruel as him, and she would not kill him in front of everyone at the Cao Gang's birthday party.
Young Master Jin Sheng was right; now was indeed the best time to kill him. His cold energy hadn't fully recovered yet, and if he broke through the golden needles' blood-sealing barrier after this, it would only become more difficult.
As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, she saw a figure in white moving.
Lu Guiyan ignored the whispers around him and remained silent after blocking the attack. Suddenly, he stepped forward in silence, the Wuwang sword flashed, and without hesitation, he raised his hand and stabbed Chen Juansheng in the heart.
The sword came as fast as lightning. Qing Guiyu's martial arts attainments were far inferior to those of the other two. By the time she could see clearly, the sword had already passed by her.
Young Master Jin Sheng did not use the thread, but instead used his fingers covered with gold threads to directly grasp the edge of the Wuwang Sword, and blood dripped from the sword edge.
Drops of blood fell to the ground, making a similar sound to the raindrops on the honeysuckle vines in the medicine house last year.
The Wuwang Sword is extremely sharp. If the golden thread tied around his hands was not also a secret blade refined by the Tianji Pavilion, all five of his fingers would have been cut off by now.
"Ah," he said, startled for a moment, then laughed.
"Okay. I'd like to thank you Brother Lu. If I don't return this sword, won't Miss Qing blame me for that move just now?"
Qing Guiyu covered her forehead, blocking out some of her surroundings. Beneath the flaming flag, undercurrents surged in the shadows of the coiled dragon sculpture. Shen Juansheng had been driven mad by her Huangdi Xuming Needle, but why was Lu Guiyan so impatient?
This Cao Gang birthday banquet was disrupted by Master Jin Sheng and was filled with twists and turns.
The murder by the golden needles of Yaowang Valley still needs to be justified. If they were to clash with Tianji Pavilion here, not only would they not be able to escape unscathed, they would probably ruin their entire century-long reputation.
She had been framed by Chen Juansheng in this fictitious plot of jealousy, deliberately thrust into the center of the storm. After much deliberation, she felt stuck, feeling like she couldn't speak or remain silent.
Fortunately, the tension didn't last. Everyone on the platform stood up, startled by the sudden change. Elder Long frowned and glanced down. Elder Peng from the Snake Hall quietly sheathed his Emei Spear into his sleeve. Everyone else looked solemn.
Qing Guiyu had lived in Yuzhou for seven years and was well-informed about the Cao Gang's inner workings. Besides the Dragon Gang leader, there were three other leaders on the stage: the Jiao, Lin, and Snake Halls, each with its own chair. Besides Elder Peng from the Snake Hall, who had previously conversed with Young Master Jin Sheng, the Lin Hall leader was a bold woman with cut hair and a skirt, wearing fine iron wrist guards. The Jiao Hall leader was the thin, middle-aged man.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Elder Han Shu of Medicine King Valley hurriedly shouted, "Gui Yan, put away your sword! How can you rashly start a fight in public?"
The sword hadn't killed him, but the opportunity had already been missed. With a flick of his wrist, Lu Guiyan sheathed the Wuwang Sword with a clang, its blade humming softly like the clashing of broken jade. Seeing his gaze pass by, Qing Guiyu hurriedly tried to hint at him. He hesitated for a moment, then finally took a step back. The man in white moved, joining the Medicine King Valley crowd.
In this short moment, two killer moves appeared on the stage. Although Elder Han's words were heavy, he really wanted to make a light statement.
But Chen Juansheng was a very calculating person, he was good at seeing the big picture from the subtle details and was able to understand the situation. He turned his eyes slightly and immediately said,
"I was so angry that I offended your sect. When the poison subsides, I will go to Yaowang Valley to apologize. Then I will ask Brother Lu to teach me the intricacies of swordsmanship."
Then he raised his eyes slightly and smiled again,
"But apart from Lu Baiyi, is there anyone else in your sect who has such attainments in swordsmanship? It's a pity that no one else has mastered this sword technique. It's truly like a single pearl shining while the others are dimmed.
Qing Guiyu's heart sank, and he glanced at him. Young Master Jin Sheng put his hand on his heart and continued with a smile,
"Since Miss Qing doesn't like it, then I won't say anything." Then he took her hand with a smile and said, "It's getting late, let's go."
Qing Guiyu looked at Chen Juansheng in disbelief.
"How is it possible?" She held the bamboo flute in her hand and lowered her voice, "Are you crazy? Chen Juansheng? That killing golden needle is a fake. As long as..."
At this time, there was a loud noise on the water near the river, and half of the sky was reflected in the fire.
Everyone turned around, stood up, and looked toward the river. Then, several loud explosions followed, and scattered bursts of fire erupted from the water. A canal boat was ablaze, and in the distance, several masts could be seen slowly falling.
Everyone on the platform was shocked and looked at each other.
The Jiao Hall elder took two steps forward suddenly, his hands shaking, staring at the fire in a daze. After a while, he turned his gaze to Chen Juansheng, his eyes burning with anger.
Just as he was about to launch an attack, something unexpected happened in a flash.
Just when everyone's attention was drawn to the river, a dark-faced man suddenly appeared from the crowd on the stage. With a cold flash of the short knife in his hand, he neatly cut Elder Jiao's throat.
Elder Jiao was a skilled martial artist, but his fury caught him off guard, allowing him to sneak up on him. Blood splattered a few feet away, and he collapsed to the ground, twitching in a pool of blood, his throat rasping like a broken bellows. As he breathed his last, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at Young Master Jin Sheng with hatred.
"Elder Lei of Jiaotang has betrayed the gang!" the dark-faced man shouted, holding his dagger high. Someone in the audience immediately echoed, "Keeping possession is illegal! We Jiaotang brothers have suffered from this for a long time. I hope the gang leader will understand!"
Elder Lei also had some close associates from Jiaotang sitting in the audience. Seeing that the situation was not good, they all drew their weapons.
The generous woman in Lintang's fine iron wrist guards collided with each other, making a crisp "clang" sound, "Great! I told you that there was something fishy about this Lei guy!" The sounds of metal colliding came one after another around, and everyone drew their swords.
When the stage was in chaos, Chen Juansheng gently pulled Qing Guiyu's hand.
"Shall we go, Miss Qing?" he said with a smile, "They're fighting."
Qing Guiyu vibrated the bamboo flute in his hand and said, "With such a big mess, you're just leaving like that?"
Shen Jiansheng chuckled at her, "Is smuggling saltpeter so glorious? I destroyed the evidence for the Cao Gang and put an end to the matter. Isn't this birthday gift decent enough? How dare he refuse this favor and try to stop me?"
When Qing Guiyu heard him say this, a thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly saw through his trick of turning light into darkness.
"You breaking the flaming flagpole was actually the signal for Jiang Shang to take action?" Qing Guiyu said angrily. "The matter of forging the Medicine King Valley's golden needles has not yet been made clear. Chen Juansheng, you..."
But Master Jin Sheng hummed, smiled slightly, and covered his blood-soaked heart with his left hand. His two fingers, like hooks, hung loosely over the life-extending needle, and he said to her softly,
"The golden needles used to kill people are indeed fake, but there are three real ones here."
His fingers were stained with blood, but golden blades flashed, facing the chaos all around, dangerously reflecting the little flames.
There was chaos everywhere on and off the stage. No one knew that Master Jin Sheng was risking his life in a fight with her.
If I didn't go with him now, he would surely risk his life, cut out the three life-preserving needles from his heart, and expose the secret technique of the Golden Needle of Medicine King Valley to the public.
He won't live long anyway.
Put yourself in a desperate situation and then you can survive; plan for destruction and then you can live.
When the armies are equal, the one who is more compassionate will win.
Shen Juansheng raised his head, his eyes once again covered by a thin film of glassy glaze, making it impossible to discern the depths of grief within. His expression was overly painful, almost like a mournful plea.
"Come with me,"
In the chaos, everyone could see the young master Jin Sheng, one hand covering his heart, the other hand reaching out to her, his tone extremely gentle.
"Miss Qing," he said, his eyelashes drooping, a strand of black hair stained with blood pressed against his heart, as if his whole body was trembling, "Please. Have mercy on me."
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