Chapter 200 A wisp of breeze in hand can destroy the mountains and rivers of the nine provinces.
"Heh heh, General Jinghong, you have quite the big mouth."
"You are just one person, without the support of a thousand troops, how dare you presume to ask us to die?"
"Hehehe... He's about to die, and he still doesn't realize it."
“Little girl, you are still far from being as good as your father, Xiao Fengchun.”
As soon as Xiao Jinghong finished speaking, several strange and sharp sounds echoed from the depths of the dense forest.
They mocked her for overestimating herself.
It was probably the presence of three experts at the top three ranks on their side that gave them enough confidence.
"Even if your father, Xiao Fengchun, were here, we would still kill him..."
"kill!"
As Jia Laomo spoke, he plucked three strings, as if to bolster the morale of the demons.
The music began.
Three gentle breezes swept by.
Like a blade, it swept across fifty feet in an instant, slashing straight at Xiao Jinghong.
In contrast, Xiao Jinghong's cold gaze remained unchanged, her slender hand turning the object in the air.
bass--
The sound of swords rang out, and the light of snowflakes flashed.
The person has disappeared into the night sky.
A chill ran through Black Fang. Ignoring the warnings of those around him, he unleashed his inner energy.
As his robes billowed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered around him within two zhang.
He had been fighting back with all his might the moment he saw Xun Xiao Jinghong disappear.
The next moment, Black Fang saw Xuehua, who had previously pierced the night sky in the distance, appear in front of him.
The light was as bright as day, yet it tainted countless evil spirits.
Another swordsman at the third rank realized what was happening, fear appearing in his eyes, and his long sword was already drawn before his consciousness even arose.
Illusionary Sound Sect's Old Demon Jia, illuminated by the snow blossoms, let out a strange cry and pointed his fingers several times.
The other demons with lower cultivation levels did not react.
Or before they even had a chance to react, there was no opportunity to react at all.
The next moment, the light suddenly dimmed.
Only a faint glimpse of silver-white remained.
The light cast an intermittent glow on Xiao Jinghong's figure, which appeared behind Hei Ya and the others.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three...
Black Fang had just exhaled when the black iron mask on his face snapped in two by the breath.
It slid straight down and fell into the mud.
Clang, clang.
A faint bloodstain could be seen on Black Fang's otherwise fairly handsome face.
But he didn't care at all.
To be precise, he was looking at the scene before him with a mixture of fear and admiration—
Within fifty feet, all the sturdy trees and rocks were silently snapped in two.
The thunderous sound of the plane hitting the ground continued unabated.
The sound of the dozen or so demons that had been split in two falling to the ground was completely drowned out.
Whether it was the quick-reacting third-rank swordsman or the old devil Jia who made a single move, both died under Xiao Jinghong's sword.
They died bewildered and helpless, died in terror and fear, without causing the slightest ripple.
The sound faded, dust rose, and Black Fang touched the bloodstains on his face.
The crimson blood was illuminated by the flickering fluorescent light, sometimes appearing red, sometimes dark red.
Black Fang glanced at it, sighed, and couldn't help but exclaim, "A wisp of breeze in his hand can destroy the mountains and rivers of the nine provinces."
"Is this sword strike the legendary swordsman's signature move, 'Gentle Breeze'?"
Before Xiao Jinghong could answer, Hei Ya nodded to himself: "It should be."
"Thirty years ago, the old sword saint, who was over a hundred years old, went to the Wind and Rain Tower to fight with Bai Daxian. They fought for three days and three nights, and he was defeated in one move."
"I heard that his last sword strike was this 'Gentle Breeze'."
"With a single sword strike, a thousand miles of clouds and waves are cut off; the momentum must be extremely spectacular."
"Unfortunately... I was never fortunate enough to see it."
Black Fang sighed softly, turned around to look at Xiao Jinghong, who was ten feet away, sized him up, and continued:
"Ten years ago, the old sword saint accepted the invitation of the senior sword demon to go to Kunlun Mountain for a competition. There were few onlookers, but a few words were still heard."
"The Blade Demon didn't last ten moves. The old Sword Saint abandoned his sword and went into seclusion. Also—the Sword Saint's ultimate technique has a successor."
Black Fang paused, then asked seriously, "You must be the little girl who was following the old sword saint Li Wudang back then, right?"
"You have deceived the world. Who would have thought that the famous General Jinghong would be a disciple of the Sword Saint, and that little girl who defeated the eldest disciple of the Kunlun Sect at the age of ten?"
"Even I thought you were a master of both sword and spear, and a fourth-rank cultivator."
"Hehe, it's not unfair to lose, haha, it's not unfair to lose."
Black Fang laughed a few times, then suddenly stopped. "Kill me."
Black Fang knew he was no match for Xiao Jinghong.
Even with his mastery of boxing, he still couldn't withstand a single sword strike from Xiao Jinghong, who possessed the ultimate sword skills of a sword saint, was also a master of swordsmanship, and had considerable cultivation.
Resistance and struggle are futile.
Xiao Jinghong looked at him calmly and said indifferently, "I'll spare your life. I just want to know who invited your Mingyue Tower."
"General Jinghong, please forgive me. It is a rule of Mingyue Tower that I cannot speak of."
Black Tooth grinned, a rare bitter smile appearing on his face.
He could hardly remember the last time he felt this powerless.
But now, he is experiencing it once again.
Xiao Jinghong took one last look at him and then said nothing more.
With a single thrust of the sword.
It was still a flash of light, still a sword that cleaved fifty feet, sending mountains, rocks, and trees flying in a vast, chaotic frenzy.
Black Fang's head flew off as well, leaving him with only his last breath.
As he circled, he laughed again: "It's a pity that General Jinghong, you've been burdened by the Xiao family and forced to cultivate the way of the spear. It's likely that your swordsmanship will be difficult to improve any further."
"Hahaha... Even fairies floating in the sky can fall to the mortal world."
Amidst laughter, Black Tooth's head hit the ground and rolled twice.
On his deathbed, he still had some doubts in his mind—who exactly betrayed Mingyue Tower and notified Xiao Jinghong to ambush him here?
You bastard, I'll be waiting for you in the afterlife!
Once the dust settles.
Once Xiao Jinghong was certain there were no more suspicious individuals, he immediately returned to the warehouse in Canglang Town.
Seeing her return, Pang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked over to kneel on the ground:
"Reporting to the general, the bandits have all been captured!"
After a pause, Pang Xuan looked ashamed and said, "This humble general is incompetent and failed to detect the villains in the town in time, causing the general trouble. Please punish me!"
Upon seeing this, the surrounding soldiers also knelt down.
Only the dozen or so masked soldiers who had attacked earlier were left bound and gagged, thrown aside.
Xiao Jinghong glanced around and said in a cold voice, "Your merits and demerits cancel each other out. Get up."
Pang Xuan looked up at her, hesitated before thanking her, and then stood up with a hint of shame on his face.
The other soldiers also stood up one by one.
Xiao Jinghong paid no attention to their thoughts, his gaze falling on the dozen or so traitors who had come to burn the summer grain, and he gave the order:
"Interrogate him overnight; I need to find out who's behind this tomorrow."
Pang Xuan quickly replied, "This subordinate has already had the poison removed from their bodies, lest they... um?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and looked at the dozen or so traitors.
One by one, these people, who were bound hand and foot and gagged, started bleeding from all seven orifices.
Pang Xuan immediately looked astonished and shouted, "Quickly, please have a doctor examine them!"
"It's too late."
Xiao Jinghong observed carefully for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It should be a poison hidden under the skin. The vibration of the bones and muscles can then corrode the internal organs."
"this……"
Before Pang Xuan could say anything more, Xiao Jinghong had already turned around and said:
"I'm leaving this place to you. I'm going to Iron Wall and Black Armor Towns to check on their situation."
That's what I saw.
Pang Xuan had no choice but to bow in respect, and then solemnly gave the order:
"The summer grain warehouse is a critical location. You must be on high alert. Any further mishaps will be punished according to military law!"
"yes!"
Hearing the voice behind him, Xiao Jinghong focused all his energy on using his movement technique to fly quickly towards Iron Wall Town.
She knew it very well.
Since people have come to Canglang Town to burn summer crops, the other two towns must be doing the same.
Fortunately, she had made prior arrangements, and Li Changqing and Ma Kui should be able to stop the people.
...
However, even the most meticulous plans can have oversights.
Even though Xiao Jinghong had given an explanation, Li Changqing, the general of Tiebi Town, was still skeptical.
They probably had the same thoughts as Pang Xuan when he first heard the news.
Because "Knife Madman" Liu Lang was a member of the martial arts world, he looked down on him and naturally wouldn't easily believe what the other party said.
Furthermore, after Xiao Jinghong gave his instructions, there was no movement for two consecutive days, so he became somewhat lax.
By the time it was discovered, flames were already rising around the warehouse.
Amidst the rising flames, black smoke billowed, carrying with it wisps of wheat and rice aromas.
The sweltering heat spread in all directions.
But Li Changqing felt a chill run through his body. He stared at the firelight in disbelief, his face turning ashen.
It's over.
He will definitely be punished this time.
At this moment, the several squads of armored soldiers who had been guarding the heavily fortified warehouse area were already shouting urgently:
"Fire!"
"Help! Fire!"
"quick……"
In an instant, all the soldiers in the Iron Wall Garrison were alarmed.
Especially when they saw that the place where the fire was burning was a warehouse where summer grain was stored, no one could remain calm.
"Which son of a bitch did this?"
"Damn it, I finally managed to have a few days of good food, and then someone comes to burn our food supplies. Are they not planning to let us live a good life?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Put out the fire!"
"The fire hasn't spread yet, there's still time!"
Several lieutenants, led by the deputy commander, arranged for people to put out the fire while reprimanding the soldiers around them who were on the verge of collapse.
"General Li, General Li..."
Li Changqing finally snapped out of his daze upon hearing the sound. Seeing the worry and anxiety on the faces of the soldiers beside him, he didn't have time to think and immediately gave the order:
"There's a smell of kerosene here, but it probably hasn't seeped inside yet. Let's try dismantling the warehouse and rescuing the grain!"
Having commanded troops for many years, he naturally understood some common sense things, such as the burning effect of oil, which is difficult to extinguish with ordinary methods.
Instead of wasting time on this, we should abandon all the supplies on the periphery; that way, we can retain some.
The guards immediately obeyed the order, and after pouring a bucket of water over themselves, they rushed into the warehouse with a group of armored soldiers.
Other soldiers, relying on their superior skills, used knives and spears to slash and damage the sturdy walls of the warehouse.
About fifteen minutes later, Li Changqing saw someone snatch out a few stones of intact sacks, and his heart relaxed slightly.
Overall, his approach was appropriate.
However, considering the consequences of this matter, he still knew that he could not escape punishment.
For now, he can only try to salvage the situation.
Thoughts raced through Li Changqing's mind, his face immediately turned serious, and he shouted:
"Men, follow me to capture the arsonists! We must not let them escape, or none of us will escape unscathed!"
However, things are in complete chaos right now, so it's obviously impossible to catch those traitors among them.
Li Changqing immediately ordered that, apart from the soldiers who were fighting the fire and saving the grain, the rest of the troops should be dispatched in all directions to pursue the enemy.
"I want to see him alive or dead!"
at the same time.
On a hillside ten miles north of Tiebi Town.
Liu Wen gazed at the distant firelight, a smile spreading across his effeminate face.
"Good, good... Burn it well, burn it clean, hahaha..."
Chen Yi stood beside him, his expression completely hidden behind a black iron mask.
However, there was a hint of helplessness in his gaze as he looked towards Iron Wall Town.
He still couldn't understand it.
He had clearly instructed Pei Guanli to inform Xiao Jinghong in advance, so how could Iron Wall Town still have been captured?
Lou Yuxue, who was still being held in his arms, breathed a sigh of relief.
The burning of the summer grain in Iron Wall Town not only allowed her and Hawk to report back without incurring any punishment from the Pavilion Master, but it also confirmed her suspicions.
—This mysterious "Liu Wu" is indeed not a member of the Xiao family.
Whether "Liu Wu" is a member of the Liu family of Jingzhou remains to be determined by her.
It's not the worst possible outcome.
Beside him, Liu Lang, who was also in the know, glanced at the firelight in Iron Wall Town, couldn't help but lean closer to Chen Yi, and whispered:
"Boss, you're not..."
Chen Yi raised his hand to interrupt, saying, "No, no, why aren't you leading your fellow cultivators to provide support?"
Liu Lang was slightly taken aback. He turned his head and noticed the gazes of the other demons, then nodded without making a sound.
"Come on, let's go pick them up!"
"Hehe, I like this kind of easy deal. Elder Black Fang, please make sure to reserve a spot for me if there are any more good deals like this in the future."
"After completing this deal, I'll have several thousand taels of silver, which is equivalent to more than ten of my previous transactions."
"Easy, easy, haha..."
After Liu Lang and the others had gone far away, and Chen Yi was sure that no one was watching them anymore, he turned to look at Liu Wen and asked:
"Young Master Liu, are you satisfied?"
Liu Wen smiled and nodded, "Satisfied, I am very satisfied!"
"I had some reservations before, but after seeing what I saw, I am completely convinced."
"Your Mingyue Tower truly lives up to its reputation as one of the top forces in the martial arts world. With connections and influence reaching far and wide, you actually managed to burn down the summer grain harvest in three towns."
"Elder Black Fang, from today onwards, we should keep in touch more often."
Even though Liu Wen was knowledgeable and came from a family with a strong academic background, he had rarely experienced the major event of burning grain and fodder in the border town.
He had never even heard of it before, let alone experienced it.
Therefore, when he saw the grain and fodder in Tiebi Town being burned, the immense satisfaction and sense of accomplishment he felt made him extremely excited.
For the first time in his life, he felt a surge of pride, as if the world were in his hands.
Chen Yi was able to understand Liu Wen's thoughts.
This is similar to the thought of a novice gambling for the first time who wins a million taels of silver with ten taels.
They probably really do see themselves as "chosen ones" or "the chosen ones."
Little did they know that some seemingly real feelings were nothing more than fleeting moments.
It breaks easily with a single poke.
Chen Yi smiled, glancing at the coachman behind Liu Wen. Knowing that he was also a mid-level third-grade martial artist, he did not hesitate for long.
Then a porcelain bottle slid into his hand.
Click.
The crisp, melodious sound went unnoticed by Liu Wen.
Only Lou Yuxue noticed his actions and looked at Liu Wen with pity in her eyes.
The second young master of the Liu family was also pitiful. He was manipulated without even realizing it, and he deserved to die.
Bah, why did I say "also"?
Sure enough, not long afterward, Liu Wen and the coachman, who were initially overjoyed, both realized that something was wrong with them.
Before they could react, they all collapsed to the ground.
"What's going on? Why can't I move?"
"Black Fang, Black Fang?"
Liu Wen glanced at the tall figure in front of him, then at Lou Yuxue, who was limp in his arms. Even the most foolish man would realize that he had fallen into someone else's trap.
He immediately became enraged and demanded, "Black Fang, what are you doing? How dare you attack me? Are you out of your mind?!"
Before Chen Yi could reply, Lou Yuxue, unable to bear his stupidity, couldn't help but say:
"It's obvious."
"You've been scammed."
Chen Yi paused, then grabbed her by the neck and lifted her into the air, saying, "You talk too much."
Lou Yuxue snorted, "I'm willing. Go ahead and kill me if you dare."
Chen Yi shook his head: "Killing you would be too much trouble."
"I know you wouldn't dare, you..."
But before Lou Yuxue could finish speaking, Chen Yi had already chopped her on the neck with a chop, forcing her to shut up.
"I was hoping you'd listen to a few words, but since you're so long-winded, you might as well take a nap first."
Chen Yi muttered something to himself, then carried her to the carriage before turning back to Liu Wen's side, smiling as he said:
"Please forgive me, Young Master Liu, but I need to borrow your carriage."
Before he could speak, Chen Yi continued, "But I suppose you won't need this carriage anymore, so you probably won't mind."
Liu Wen glared at him with a livid face, his features almost distorted, his eyes filled with a mad killing intent.
What exactly do you want to do?
"I have no past grudges or present enmity with you, so why have you harmed me?"
"I gave you 300,000 taels of silver! Is this how you treat me?!"
Chen Yi smiled and said, "Young Master Liu has asked quite a few questions, and I don't know where to begin."
"How about I tell you a story?"
As he spoke, Chen Yi, disregarding Liu Wen's wishes, took the five-fold pistol from his arm, assembled it, and began to explain:
"There was once a poor scholar who was forced to come to Shu Prefecture for some reason. He was the kind of person who was neither loved by his maternal grandmother nor his paternal uncle."
"That's fine then."
"After all, he doesn't care about fame or fortune; he just wants to live a peaceful and carefree life."
"Although the environment he was in was not very optimistic, he kept a low profile and did not attract attention, so he was able to get by."
Chen Yi paused, finished assembling the five-fold gun, and looking at Liu Wen's still angry and resentful eyes, smiled and said:
"But then one day, some random guy appeared and asked him to come over."
"That guy is really inexplicable. The scholar didn't do anything, but he was still being targeted."
"Then that guy even threatened to kill him and take his wife and sister-in-law for himself."
"There was no other choice..."
Chen Yi's smile faded slightly as he thrust the folding gun in his hand into the heart of the coachman beside him.
Then it spun around twice.
Liu Wen, who was still angry, was stunned when he saw this, staring at him with wide eyes in disbelief.
But after three breaths, without realizing it, his eyes changed.
His hatred and anger turned into pleading and anxiety, and he begged for mercy, saying:
"Stop talking, stop talking! Whatever you want, I'll give you, I'll give you everything!"
"Silver? I'll give you 100,000, no, I'll give you a million taels, please, please don't kill me..."
Chen Yi drew his spear, turned to look at him, and chuckled:
"You two are truly brothers by blood; you even had the same reaction before you died."
"However, I crushed his throat bone at the time, so he couldn't speak and could only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy."
"But you, Young Master Liu, are different in that you can't move."
Upon hearing this, Liu Wen stopped pleading, looked at him in astonishment and fear, and said in a strained voice:
"It was you who killed Liu Jing?"
(End of this chapter)
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