Chapter 202 Revenge
Inside the Longyang Palace, Ling Beixiao sat high in the main seat, with his subordinates sitting silently on either side, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Ling Beixiao's gaze swept over the assembled entourage, finally settling on Ling Xueyan, who sat at the head of the right. "Xueyan, my daughter, where is your brother, Qichen?"
Upon hearing the voice, Ling Xueyan stood up, her red dress making her skin appear as white as snow. She lowered her eyes and then raised them again, her posture respectful: "Father, my elder brother is still in the Yi residence and has not yet returned."
"Hmph!" Ling Beixiao slammed his hand on the armrest, making the teacups on the table clink. "A piece of trash is still a piece of trash; rotten wood cannot be carved!" He changed his tone, his voice booming: "Longyang City is now pacified, but Baiyun City is still engulfed in war. We must fight for the people, raise an army to attack the Zhu Family Manor, and restore peace and prosperity to the people of Baiyun City!"
"The city lord is wise!" His Highness and his ministers responded in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
Ling Beixiao nodded slightly, then turned his gaze back to Ling Xueyan: "Xueyan, my daughter, how many troops do we have now?"
Without hesitation, Ling Xueyan answered loudly, "Father, we currently have over 80,000 elite troops, with ample provisions and complete armor."
“Eighty thousand is enough!” Ling Beixiao tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. “After taking Zhu Family Village, our forces can be doubled.”
Just then, a guard rushed into the hall and knelt on one knee: "Reporting to the city lord, two uninvited guests have arrived outside the venue. They are spouting wild words and saying that they want to take... take the life of Master Ling!" After speaking, he glanced at Ling Xueyan uneasily.
Ling Beixiao sneered: "Who is so ignorant of the times? Xueyan, this matter is yours to handle."
"Yes, sir." Ling Xueyan bowed and accepted the order, her red sleeves fluttering as she turned and stepped out of the hall. Sunlight shone on her, casting a long, slender shadow.
On the plaza, Xie Yunfeng stood against the wind, dressed in a white robe. Beside him, Chunxiang, though simply dressed in blue, couldn't hide her delicate beauty. But at this moment, her lips were tightly pressed together, and her eyes burned with overwhelming fury.
Ling Xueyan spotted the two from afar, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips. She muttered, "Xie Yunfeng?! That bitch Chunxiang is still alive!!"
The moment Ling Xueyan appeared, Chunxiang's eyes blazed with a furious rage, her killing intent as sharp as ice. Unable to speak, she hesitated without hesitation, and with a clang, her longsword was drawn, carrying a fierce aura, aimed straight for Ling Xueyan's throat!
Chunxiang's sword energy surged, each move ruthless and merciless. However, she was only at the peerless level, while Ling Xueyan had already entered the Saint realm—a world of difference between them. Ling Xueyan's feet were firmly planted on the ground, yet her figure was as elusive as a ghost, deflecting attacks with only gentle force, as if toying with a child.
Xie Yunfeng stood aside, witnessing the two locked in combat, his heart filled with utter astonishment: How could this be?! In such a short time, Ling Xueyan's cultivation had improved so much! Facing Chunxiang's all-out attack, she seemed so at ease, strolling around with effortless grace…
After a few moves, Ling Xueyan seemed to have lost interest. A cold smile appeared on her lips. With two fingers of her left hand, she channeled her strength like iron, precisely intercepting Chunxiang's sword. Her right hand then transformed into a palm, feinting two moves before suddenly striking out with a powerful palm strike!
With a muffled thud, Chunxiang was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
"Xiangmei!" Xie Yunfeng exclaimed, leaping forward to support Chunxiang. At the same time, he pushed the hilt of his sword with his right thumb, and with a "sizzle," the sword was drawn, its cold light flashing! He exerted force with his feet, his figure as fast as lightning, the long sword carrying a chilling aura, slashing straight at Ling Xueyan!
Ling Xueyan leaped and somersaulted like a carp, narrowly dodging the sweeping sword strike. The instant she landed, she unleashed a flurry of kicks, intercepting Xie Yunfeng's sword again in a flash. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she shouted angrily, "Xie Yunfeng! You turned your sword against me without a word, wasting my devoted love for you!"
Xie Yunfeng's gaze was icy: "Infatuation? What a scheming infatuation you have! You made Chunxiang suffer endless torment, wishing she were dead, you vicious woman with a heart of a serpent!" Before he finished speaking, he twisted his wrist rapidly, his longsword hummed, and cold air swirled around it like mist. His sword technique changed, transforming into a subtle killing move of the Frost Sword Technique, mercilessly slashing towards Ling Xueyan!
Seeing him unleash his full power, Ling Xueyan dared not be so careless as to catch the sword barehanded, and could only use her formidable palm strike to parry. During the struggle, she still tried to argue, "You believe her but not me? When have I ever hurt Chunxiang?!"
"If you hadn't absorbed her inner energy, how could your cultivation have advanced so rapidly? No matter how eloquent you are today, don't even think about deceiving me again!" Xie Yunfeng was filled with boundless hatred, his swords aimed straight at vital points, his killing intent chilling.
At this moment, Chunxiang, enduring her pain, thrust her sword at Ling Xueyan from the side! Ling Xueyan slightly shifted her body, narrowly dodging the attack, and then suddenly pushed forward with both palms, unleashing an invisible wall of energy that sent both of them, sword and all, flying back several steps.
Ling Xueyan frowned, her eyes filled with even more resentment: "Xie Yunfeng! I have been devoted to you, but you have betrayed me time and time again! Since you want to elope with this slut so much, then today I will grant your wish and send you to the underworld to be a pair of ghost lovers!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped forward with a bow stance, raised her arms, and her true energy erupted, the green energy shooting straight into the sky! In an instant, a heart-palpitating pressure spread out, which was her ultimate technique - "Floating Drizzle"!
Xie Yunfeng and Chunxiang exchanged a glance, their minds in perfect harmony. Their swords flashed simultaneously; one sword, imbued with frost, its chilling aura freezing everything; the other sword moved with boundless, ethereal grace! The two powerful sword energies intertwined and crisscrossed, tearing through the air, hurtling towards Ling Xueyan with a suicidal force!
Ling Xueyan's long hair stood on end, each strand bristling, and a strange, eerie green light flickered in her eyes. Seeing the two swords already upon her, she simply raised her left hand casually, and with a whoosh, a wave of energy swept out.
In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to freeze! Xie Yunfeng and Chunxiang's figures suddenly stopped, as if they were imprisoned by an invisible force, like feathers three feet off the ground, suspended in mid-air, unable to move!
Xie Yunfeng was horrified, feeling as if his entire aura had been completely locked down, unable to mobilize even a trace of internal energy. "What... what kind of sorcery is this?!"
Before he could recover from his shock, Ling Xueyan's right hand transformed into a claw and struck out from afar!
"Snap!"
With a crisp crack, the swords in their hands, which were as sharp as cutting through iron, shattered into pieces like rotten wood! Chunxiang's eyes widened in disbelief; what terrifying internal energy would it take to do that? Xie Yunfeng was also shocked and exclaimed, "You... what kind of martial arts is that?!"
"Hmph!" Ling Xueyan snorted coldly, her right claw outstretched, and with a sudden inhale, the two bodies moved closer in mid-air. Looking at the terrified and helpless two, Ling Xueyan's smugness was palpable: "Xie Yunfeng, are you regretting it now? You're giving up this excellent piece of jade marrow, insisting on guarding this broken pot!" With that, her gaze sharpened like a knife, slashing fiercely at Chunxiang.
Although Xie Yunfeng was restrained, his eyes remained as cold as iron: "Kill me if you want! With Chunxiang by my side on the road to the Yellow Springs, I have no regrets in this life!"
Chunxiang could not speak, only tears silently streaming down her face. Ling Xueyan's voice turned cold: "As long as you kneel down and beg for mercy, and kill this slut with your own hands, I might spare your life!"
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