Chapter 56 Heads
Wen Yao laughed out loud.
"A lot of people have said this to me." She raised her eyebrows, her expression revealing a bit of a scoundrel. "Now they can't speak anymore."
The atmosphere fell silent.
Feng Jimin said coldly: "Kill her."
The lights flickered, and the killer with a pale mask on his face spread out like a lotus, attacking Wen Yao with a sword in hand.
Wen Yao drew her Xingyi Sword, raised her arms to block the two men's combined attacks, then rolled over and kicked them back. From this single exchange, she realized the martial arts of these white-masked men were far superior to the assassins blocking her path. Their moves were fierce and vicious, forming a killing formation that trapped those within, leaving no escape.
In a blink of an eye, the two sides had fought for more than a hundred moves.
"As expected of Xingyi Sword Wen Yao." Feng Jimin was guarding several white-masked men, one of whom had a red mark on his mask. He stared at Wen Yao with amazement, saying, "Have she ever fought Bu Guanlan? Who would have won if they had fought?"
"She won't stand a chance against the Liuli Island Master." Another person said in a colder tone, sounding a bit arrogant, "No one has ever walked out of the Ghost Lotus Killing Formation alive."
Amidst the chaotic clashing of swords, Wen Yao's conversation reached her ears clearly. Three men blocked her path, while two attacked from behind and to the sides, their icy glare closing in, nearly piercing her flesh. Wen Yao remained expressionless. With her sword thrust across her chest, she slashed through the men in front of her, then narrowly turned, dodging the crisscrossing swords from both sides and forcing her way out of the encirclement at a treacherous angle.
She felt a slight stinging pain on the back of her right arm, and a scratch appeared on the clothes from her shoulder blade to her elbow, and a faint smell of blood wafted out.
Then the two people who had just attacked Wen Yao were slapped on the heart and lungs by Jiang Qiaosheng who quickly approached them. They quickly retreated while covering their hearts, with blood oozing from under their masks.
The masked man who had just vowed that the Ghost Lotus Killing Formation would not lose suddenly changed his expression. His eyes dropped to Feng Jimin, who was sitting in front of him, and hesitantly said, "The Pavilion Master is also in the formation. What if—"
"No problem." Feng Jimin's pure white eyelashes trembled slightly. In the dim light, he smiled, almost ghostly: "She can't do anything wrong."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qiaosheng, who had just forced the two men to retreat, suddenly froze in place. After a breath, he knelt on the ground, trembling all over.
Xue Ke's right hand, pierced by a hole, was unable to hold the sword, so he struggled with his left hand to fight against the white-masked people. As soon as Jiang Qiaosheng showed any signs of abnormality, he noticed something was wrong and suddenly looked up at him, shouting urgently, "Pavilion Master!"
The white mask behind him didn't stop for a moment, and took advantage of this opportunity to swing the sword without hesitation, piercing his shoulder blade! If Xue Ke hadn't reacted at the last moment and stepped back, his heart would have been pierced.
Wen Yao twisted her wrist, and the tip of her sword slid across several people's throats. She took two steps to stand in front of Jiang Qiaosheng, grasped her chin with her bloodstained hand, and lifted her face.
Jiang Qiaosheng's face was as pale as a ghost, her lips drenched in blood, having practically bitten a piece of flesh off herself. In that brief moment, her pupils had already dilated, as if struck by lightning and burned with fire. Cold sweat streamed down her forehead, and she was completely unconscious. Unable to see Wen Yao, she shook his hand away, clutching her head tightly, then collapsed to the side, trembling in dismay.
Wen Yao's heart sank as a strong gust of wind struck from the side. She stepped sideways and raised her Xingyi Sword. The blade clashed fiercely with the incoming sword, sparks flying.
"Miss Wen, a 'ghost light' attack is very painful." Feng Jimin sat calmly on a strange wooden chair, her snow-white hair hanging softly on her shoulders. "The pain of shattered bones and rotting flesh, the excruciating pain of a thousand ants in the brain. If you don't take the antidote immediately, I'm afraid you'll die from the pain. Jiang Qiaosheng loves you and trusts you, Miss Wen, please don't struggle. When you die, I will naturally give her the antidote."
Xue Ke suddenly shouted, "Don't trust him. He always deliberately delays his return to Bianliang for a few days, just to humiliate the Pavilion Master—"
The smile on Feng Jimin's lips disappeared, and he returned to his cold and stern expression: "Kill him!"
The white-faced man beside Xue Ke immediately swung his sword towards Xue Ke's heart, but was knocked away by the dagger thrown by Wen Yao. With a big movement, the wound on Wen Yao's arm split open, and blood soaked his clothes.
She stood aside, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand and looking straight at Feng Jimin, holding the sword horizontally to circle Xue Ke and Jiang Qiaosheng, who were staggering and kneeling in front of Jiang Qiaosheng, behind her.
"With such a big commotion, no one from outside came over." Wen Yao's brows were cold. "It seems that Tangshan Red Pavilion is completely under your control."
Feng Jimin did not deny it and looked at Wen Yao indifferently.
"Jiang Qiaosheng doesn't want to be the leader of the Red Pavilion." Wen Yao turned his wrist, pointing the sword horizontally at Feng Jimin. "If she leaves, no one will compete with you for power. Why don't you let her go, but poison her instead?"
"The bloodline of the Jiang Dynasty should be in the Red Pavilion." Feng Jimin said, "How can it be left outside?"
Bullshit.
Wen Yao opened her lips slightly, letting out a breathy sound. Then she suddenly closed them, raised her sword, flew over several people's heads, and with a sudden lightning strike in the air, she slashed at Feng Jimin, who was firmly guarded by several people on her side!
The man with red marks on his white face reacted very quickly, drew out his long sword to block Wen Yao's attack, and the long sword in his hand, which was five fingers wide, shattered into pieces under the Xingyi sword.
Wen Yao flipped back in mid-air and kicked the man, breaking several of his ribs. After landing, before the Ghost Lotus Killing Formation behind him could reach him, he quickly took out a black diamond-shaped box half the size of his palm, pressed his fingertips on the protrusion on the side, and several cold rays flew out. A half-inch long silver needle glowed green and went straight towards the people in front.
The hidden weapon box was forced upon Wen Yao by Zhao Xuanxu after the Ten Years Alliance. Wen Yao also asked Bai Rang to add some poison to it. It had not been used for such a long time, but today it was used in the Red Pavilion.
Perhaps it was because Xingyi Sword's image as a peerless swordsman, honorable and upright, was deeply rooted in everyone's hearts. This attack caught them off guard, and several people were unable to dodge in time and were struck. Feng Jimin also had a silver needle inserted into his arm, firmly lodged in his flesh. The numbness that caused his arm to tremble spread rapidly from that small patch of flesh.
Wen Yao looked at his slightly changing expression, and rubbed his thumb to wipe away the blood flowing down the inside of his wrist.
This man is troublesome and difficult to deal with, but she can only subdue him and not kill him. Now she can finally understand Jiang Qiaosheng's frustration.
"It's also poisonous. If you don't undo it within an incense stick, you'll surely die." Wen Yao stood up straight, his wrist resting on the hilt of his sword, the tip of the sword sinking several inches into the ground. "Give me the antidote to 'Ghost Lantern Thread'—and listen carefully, this isn't a drug that suppresses it once every three months. This is an antidote that completely undoes 'Ghost Lantern Thread'."
A masked man pointed at Wen Yao and said in a sinister tone, "I didn't expect the Xingyi Sword Master to be so despicable and cunning!"
Wen Yao said in a cold tone: "What's wrong with using cheap tricks to deal with cheap people?"
"you--"
"Pavilion Master!" A strong smell of blood suddenly emerged outside the door of the Thousand Candles Hall. Three people with black scarves on their faces, covered in blood, walked quickly towards this side.
Wen Yao turned his head sideways and saw them. Suddenly, a light flashed through his mind. He thought to himself, "Oh no! I forgot that Song Mingde was still unconscious outside."
It was not easy for the three of them to come here. Feng Jimin was fully prepared this time, bringing a large number of people from the branch office to control the Tangshan Red Pavilion. The three of them were busy fighting the enemy and protecting Song Mingde, and they forgot to feed Song Mingde the drug.
Then Song Mingde woke up.
After waking up and looking at the chaotic scene, Governor Song's face looked ugly and extremely scary.
They had just taken a few steps forward when the white-masked people around them quickly pointed their swords at them.
Wen Yao turned around and asked loudly, "Where is Song Mingde?"
"Song the governor woke up and attacked." One person omitted some details and said, "He must have gone to find people to support Tangshan."
very good.
Wen Yao pointed the tip of his sword at Feng Jimin: "The poison still has half an incense stick of time left. Once the factory supervisor's troops arrive, it will be difficult for you to escape. Will you give me the antidote or not?"
Feng Jimin covered his arm, his face paling even more, but his expression remained calm. He said, "The 'Ghost Lantern' cannot be completely solved. The only way is to use my blood as a medicine, taken once every three months to suppress the toxicity. The Prince of Yan's Mansion has a close personal relationship with the genius doctor Wang Fu. He must have dabbled in the secret medicines of the previous imperial court, given his lifelong research in pharmacy. If you don't believe me, you can kill me and then take Jiang Qiaosheng to him to ask. But without my blood-activating medicine, she's afraid she'll die in pain."
"So, why bother?" He said in a light and gentle tone, "There's no hatred between us, so why bother fighting to the death? How about we both compromise a little? I'll send someone to deliver medicine to Jiang Qiaosheng every three months, and Miss Wen will report to the Emperor about the Tangshan Red Pavilion and let us go. How do you say that?"
Wen Yao's brows were gloomy. He stepped forward and handed over the Xingyi Sword under the vigilant gazes of the two white-faced men. He placed the tip of the sword in front of Feng Jimin and said, "Bring the medicine first."
Feng Jimin showed no sign of the viciousness and cruelty that had just shown him the desire to kill Wen Yao. He readily followed the advice and took out a small porcelain bottle from his snow-white sleeve and placed it on the tip of the Xingyi sword.
Wen Yao turned her wrist, took the porcelain bottle and walked quickly to Jiang Qiaosheng. She pried open her lips that were almost bitten by her, poured out the round pills in the bottle and asked her to swallow them.
The "ghost light line" was incredibly eerie and effective quickly. Within two breaths, Jiang Qiaosheng shuddered and opened her eyes. The hellish pain hadn't yet subsided, and her pupils were still blurred, unable to see Wen Yao. She simply had the habit of opening her eyes as soon as she regained a glimmer of consciousness, just like when Wen Yao picked her up.
After making sure that her breathing was still rapid but was slowly recovering, Wen Yao took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it to Feng Jimin without looking back.
The man next to him reached out to take it, turned it in his palm, opened it, took out a pill and swallowed it.
After waiting for two seconds, he handed the bottle to Feng Jimin: "The medicine is fine."
Feng Jimin whispered something, and the man quickly left. A moment later, he came over with the screaming man in his hand and threw him in front of Wen Yao.
The man was dressed in bright yellow and had been sitting in a luxurious sedan chair not long ago. Now he was being dragged here like a dead dog, his hair half undone, and he lay on the ground, looking at Feng Jimin and then at Wen Yao in a panic.
His eyes widened, and then he actually knelt on the ground with his palms on his hands and walked towards Feng Jimin, muttering: "Elder Feng, Elder Feng, what are you going to do?"
Feng Jimin didn't look at the man.
The former leader of the Red Pavilion lying on the ground was completely different from Jiang Qiaosheng. He was a fool deliberately chosen by his master and was just a puppet.
Just as the man was about to grab Feng Jimin's clothes, the white-faced man next to him suddenly drew his sword and chopped off the man's head.
The force of this sword strike was incredibly subtle, and even at such close range, not a single drop of blood splattered on the corner of Feng Jimin's robe. He remained like a ray of moonlight, a handful of fresh snow, untainted by dust, sitting before everyone.
"Gurgle."
With a dull thud, the head fell to the ground.
The man died with his eyes open. His hideous head was picked up by the white-faced man and thrown at Wen Yao's feet.
Feng Jimin looked at Wen Yao and said, "This person is handed over to the Xingyi Sword Master. Today, I will go ahead."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-faced men surrounding Wen Yao retreated like a tide. One of them reached out and pressed down on the wooden chair behind Feng Jimin. The gears engaged, and four wheels rose steadily from under the chair.
The white-faced man took Feng Jimin out through the small door behind the Thousand Candles Hall.
Just as they left, Xue Ke and the three black-turbaned killers had no time to breathe a sigh of relief when the ground around them suddenly shook and violent explosions came from outside the cave, making people's heads dizzy.
Wen Yao's face changed, and she thought to herself that Song Mingde would be so angry that he would blow up the place and bury her.
She quickly bent down, scooped Jiang Qiaosheng into her arms, held him horizontally, put the Xingyi Sword on her back, and quickly left the Thousand Candles Hall and walked towards the entrance.
Outside, gravel was falling. Xue Ke stopped Wen Yao and pointed at the swaying iron chain above. He said, "It's faster to go up there. No need to take a detour."
Wen Yao took a deep breath, stepped on a stone pillar on the side, flew onto an iron chain several feet high, and quickly flew towards the entrance of the cave.
The cave's exit was already filled with smoke and rubble. Song Mingde, still wearing the clothes Wen Yao had given him, fiddled with his jade ring with his hands behind his back, a little hurriedly.
As soon as Wen Yaopu appeared, his eyes were fixed on him.
"Hey, Governor Song." Wen Yao landed lightly, his eyes swept across the team of soldiers holding thunderbolts beside him, and calmly pushed Jiang Qiaosheng's head into his arms.
She smiled at the factory supervisor, who was looking at her with a sullen expression. "Well, it's just a temporary solution, all for the sake of getting into the Red Pavilion... Feel your neck. I think I've applied some medicine on you, right?"
Probably because he felt that he was in the wrong, the smile on Wen Yao's face seemed a bit pleading.
Song Mingde's frown softened. He seemed to smile, but the cold touch on his neck returned after Wen Yao finished speaking, and the smell of medicine lingered at the tip of his nose. His eyes fell on Jiang Qiaosheng and he asked, "Who is this?"
Wen Yao: "My friend."
"A friend again." Song Mingde nodded, mocking everyone, and said, "Qiong Yulou, Hongge, you really know how to pick your friends."
"Although they are members of the Red Pavilion, from today on they will abandon darkness and follow light." Wen Yao glanced at the silent Xue Ke, who immediately stepped forward and handed the head in his hand to a guard: "This is the head of their previous Pavilion Master."
Song Mingde's jaw tightened. "The new Pavilion Master?"
"The current Pavilion Master just ran away. But my friend has the Red Pavilion stronghold, and she's very willing to hand it over. I'm sure these can also be reported to His Majesty. It won't be too late to capture the rest later."
"Oh, so now you want me to protect them." Song Mingde slowed down the rotation of the jade ring and his voice. "But why should I help you? Catch them and bring them back. I have a hundred ways to make them talk."
Wen Yao still had a smile on his face and was about to continue speaking when the ground suddenly trembled slightly and the muffled sound of iron hooves trampling came from afar.
A guard quickly stepped forward and said, "Master, it's the Feather Guards."
Song Mingde's hand, which was turning the jade ring, suddenly stopped. He looked at Wen Yao's gaze behind him, slowly tightened his fingers, waved his sleeves and turned around.
The surrounding bandits dispersed, and the Feathered Guards descended like a dark cloud, stopping before them. Then they split into two distinct groups, revealing the carriage approaching from behind.
The carriage stopped.
The carriage door was suddenly kicked open, and Zhao Xuanxu stepped out, got off the carriage, and strode straight to Wen Yao. He only took one look at Wen Yao, and his thick black eyebrows knitted together, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy.
He reached out and touched Wen Yao's shoulders, his fingertips were blood red.
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