Chapter 411

This whole set of trap techniques, He Lingchuan had already practiced to perfection when he was capturing monsters and doing tasks on the Chipa Plateau, and he could make them according to local conditions.

Another black shadow flipped in from the window; it was Fu Shanyue.

He scanned left and right, then stepped forward to help up his companion.

Just as he was about to leap out the window, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and the action of leaping out suddenly paused.

Immediately after, an inconspicuous blade light brushed past the window silently, making his scalp tingle.

If he hadn't stopped in time, he would have been guillotined by this blade.

A third person jumped into the window, as smooth as a leaf blown by the wind, even pausing slightly in mid-air.

Fu Shanyue faced a formidable enemy; just as he pushed away his companion, he saw a snow-bright blade light suddenly arrive, like a galaxy pouring down.

The Fusheng blade finally revealed its true face.

This blade's force was fierce and the dark current was long; Fu Shanyue actually didn't dare to take it head-on, shifting and moving several times in the dark room to avoid its edge.

A storm of blade light and sword shadows erupted in the dark room.

Both sides moved extremely fast; Fu Shanyue's subordinates could barely see clearly.

These two finally engaged in battle.

"Since you've come, why not sit for a while?" He Lingchuan said while fighting, "It makes it seem like I'm not treating my guests well."

If Fu Shanyue counterattacked, he would have the confidence to strike while the iron was hot; the aftermath of the 'Wave Slash' was always great. It was just that this guy seemed to know the danger and only retreated without advancing.

When He Lingchuan attained enlightenment on the blade at the Xia North frontline camp, he had already been able to slice through seven raindrops with one blade. After the Imperial Flowing Nectar helped open the second dantian, his speed and force were even more incomparable to before.

But Fu Shanyue was like a loach, always dodging at the most critical moment.

Such a flexible opponent could only be compared to those specific ferry ghosts in the Panlong dream.

But the room was only this big; blindly retreating would definitely lead to defeat.

Fu Shanyue chuckled low: "Alright, the guest follows the host." With a lift of his hand, he threw two sleeve arrows.

This thing didn't need to lift the elbow; just a turn of the wrist, and the sleeve arrow went straight for He Lingchuan's eyes. The arrowheads were slightly blue, clearly not good stuff quenched on them.

The distance between the two sides was always less than three feet, and his sleeve arrows were also cleverly crafted, with powerful mechanisms and short, narrow arrow bodies, just right for dark calculations and hurting people at close range.

He Lingchuan didn't have time to wave his blade to block them, so he had to tilt his head to avoid them.

When he was fighting the ferry monsters in the flesh fortress in his dream, he had also been sprayed with poison saliva at such close range, directly blinding one eye.

Since then, he had been wary of close-quarters combat.

After all, failure in a dream was fine if you woke up, but in reality, being blinded or having your skull pierced meant there was no chance to start over.

His offensive paused, and Fu Shanyue had an opportunity, snapping his fingers quickly.

With a 'snap', the oil lamp behind him lit up.

The oil lamp was originally on the table, but He Lingchuan had moved it to the five-drawer cabinet when setting up the traps, just level with his eyes.

The oil lamp's light wasn't blinding, nor would it attract the attention of the street officers.

However, light and shadow accompany each other; where there is light, there is shadow.

He Lingchuan was facing this oil lamp, and his shadow naturally fell on the wall behind him.

After avoiding the dark arrows, he struck with his blade again, but his upper arm was halfway up when it suddenly got stuck.

It was as if someone had grabbed his arm and was pulling it backward with all their might.

In the back corner of the room, Fu Shanyue's injured companion shouted urgently: "Quick, quick!"

He had already moved to the wall, his hands clutching He Lingchuan—his shadow—tightly, pulling backward with all his might.

If you looked closely, you would find that his two forearms were like wrapped in thin vines, each vine emitting a faint black light, stabbing into He Lingchuan's shadow.

This kind of unorthodox divine ability was called 'Shadow Binding Technique'; by controlling a person's shadow, one could limit the actions of the original body.

Fu Shanyue wouldn't be polite, raising his water-splitting spikes to stab straight at He Lingchuan's eyes, intending to go in the front and out the back.

The spike tip reached the cornea in the blink of an eye, and He Lingchuan even felt a sharp pain in the back of his head.

That was his spiritual sense warning him crazily.

Fu Shanyue also pushed his speed to the limit. Long nights bring many dreams; he had to win as soon as possible.

He Lingchuan did not blink.

His arm speed was limited, but his fingertips were blocked by his body's shadow, and they were still flexible; at this moment, he lifted them up: "Appear."

With a 'clang', Fu Shanyue's water-splitting spikes hit a physical object.

A round shield appeared out of thin air.

The spike tip was deflected, and Fu Shanyue himself groaned, clearly suffering from the counter-shock force. But the round shield was also knocked away, and he still pounced toward He Lingchuan.

At this moment, he simply used his old trade, suddenly opening his mouth to bite at his opponent's neck, his neat white teeth instantly turning into sharp fangs.

Even a python demon several zhang long wasn't enough for him to absorb; how could a mere human satisfy him? He Lingchuan's body was restricted, but his mouth was very free; at this moment, he exerted true power and blew a mouthful of air, and with a 'whoosh', the air wave instantly rolled to the five-drawer cabinet.

The oil lamp went out at the sound.

Without light, there is no shadow.

This wasn't a great countermeasure, but he thought of a way to crack it in the blink of an eye; this reaction was lightning fast.

He Lingchuan's hands regained their freedom, and he didn't have time to counter-blade, directly throwing a hook punch that hit Fu Shanyue in the chest and abdomen.

Although it was hasty, the true power surged wildly, and the supply was not off at all.

The black thorn ring on his finger was obtained from a rebel; not only did it strengthen the owner's power, but it could also apply corrosive poison to the opponent's wounds, making it a good thing for dark calculations.

With a muffled 'bang', Fu Shanyue flew backward, piercing through the wall.

Behind it was the inn's courtyard.

He Lingchuan rushed out two steps, feeling cold on his neck.

He reached out to touch it; there was blood, and the color was black.

His neck hadn't been bitten by Fu Shanyue's fangs, but it had been scratched by his sharp claws, just a little bit away from cutting the carotid artery.

It was indeed just a little bit.

His claw tips contained corpse poison; He Lingchuan hurriedly swallowed a pill and then exerted his true power to force out the residual blood in the wound.

He touched it again, and the blood flowing out turned bright red; only then did he feel relieved.

Fortunately, it was handled in time.

These few actions took him six or seven seconds, and he kept his eyes on the front the whole time.

Afterward, He Lingchuan walked out through the hole in the wall.

Fu Shanyue had broken a small tree in the courtyard and shook his head before climbing up; the brick wall of the guest room he had just smashed through was of good quality.

Seeing He Lingchuan come out with his blade, Fu Shanyue waved his hands at him repeatedly: "Stop, let's not fight!"

Seeing He Lingchuan's blade edge move, he hurriedly said: "I mean it. The fight just now was just to test your quality; it was harmless. I also had no murderous intent; you should be able to feel that."

The other party hadn't taken action before, and he had suffered four setbacks: once at the Sanxin Lake, once in Fufeng City, and twice at Mount Fengmo Rock.

Fu Shanyue thought about it and got angry; he had to see the truth this time, otherwise his heart would not be at peace.

He Lingchuan didn't seem surprised: "How was the test?"

He had only spoken half a sentence at Mount Fengmo Mountain before running away; he figured this guy would definitely follow him.

Fu Shanyue was an opportunist who would take a shot regardless of whether there were dates or not.

Sure enough, as expected.

But this guy's body was really sturdy, eating his punch head-on and still acting as if nothing had happened.

"Not weak, qualified to take away the Spirit Seed."

He Lingchuan said lightly: "What Spirit Seed?"

"Nothing, I misspoke; I don't know what a Spirit Seed is either." Fu Shanyue laughed, "We both find it difficult to clean each other up, and we have no deadly feud; why not make peace?"

He Lingchuan pointed back at the big hole in the guest room wall: "Making peace requires sincerity."

He knew very well that Fu Shanyue was also here tonight to settle the score, to avenge the losses he had suffered several times before. Now he wanted to make peace, but it was just because he felt that He Lingchuan was indeed a tough nut to crack, and the cost of killing him would be too great.

If he felt that He Lingchuan was weak and could be manipulated, he definitely wouldn't have this face.

Whether to make friends or kill depends ultimately on strength.

Fu Shanyue waved his hand and threw over a large silver ingot: "I smashed it, I'll pay for the repairs."

Sure enough, footsteps sounded outside, and soon someone knocked on the door: "Guest, what happened inside?"

In the dead of night, the wallboard was smashed through with a 'bang'; no innkeeper could pretend to be dead and not hear it.

He Lingchuan took the large silver ingot thrown by Fu Shanyue and casually pinched off a small piece and threw it outside the wall: "Small matter, smashed a flower pot; you can come and clean it up tomorrow."

Smashing a flower pot and smashing a wall were two different sounds, and the innkeeper outside also knew he was lying to a ghost, but the silver thrown out was of real quality, more than enough to rebuild a wall.

What was left over was his reward.

So the innkeeper said "Then you rest early" and ran away in a flash.

After a while, the second master Shi, who had been alarmed, also came to express his concern. If he had been thinking of mutual benefit when he set off from Fu Kingdom with He Lingchuan, now he already regarded Young Master He as a great lucky doll and didn't want anything to happen to him at all.

He Lingchuan dismissed him in a few words, but this time he didn't use silver.

Fu Shanyue walked through the big hole in the wall and walked into the room leisurely.

When he passed by He Lingchuan, both of them exerted true power to be on high alert, but the smiles on their faces were gentler than the spring breeze.

Fu Shanyue walked to the corner of the room, helped his subordinate to sit up, and said to He Lingchuan: "How did you know I would come?"

The traps arranged in the room were all gifts for him.

He Lingchuan said lightly: "You don't know when to stop while you're ahead."

This hit his character flaw right on the mark, and Fu Shanyue choked: "We don't know each other without fighting. Let me reintroduce myself; my name is Fu Shanyue, from the Chiyan Kingdom."

"He Xiao, from Fu Kingdom."

Fu Shanyue was a bit surprised: "A tiny country, and yet it has a figure like you?"

He rubbed his nose: "I heard that you have been walking with the Treasure Tree King's escort team these past few days, getting along very well. They don't know the item is in your hands, right? The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; haha, you really have a set of tricks."

The escort team only had three hundred people, and most of the dead that day were merchants and travelers.

Fu Shanyue created a scene of corpses everywhere, but in the end, the sweet fruit was plucked by this guy in front of him.

Want to pin the cause and effect on him? He Lingchuan didn't even blink: "I don't know what you're talking about. Was the Mount Fengmo released by you? Was the envoy hijacked by you?"

Fu Shanyue shrugged and stopped talking.

He Lingchuan found a chair and sat down opposite him: "You flipped through the window in the middle of the night; you wouldn't have come specifically to chat with me, right?"

Thanks to 'A Cup of Drunken Wine', 'Lotus Root Powder Q', 'Praying for Tomorrow to be Smooth', and 'Dreaming Birch'—these few students for their enthusiastic sponsorship; little Nine can have a steaming hot pot today.

(End of chapter)