Chapter 128: with translation of chapter title

It turned out Huang Rong was pregnant again; one day, while practicing internal energy, she was momentarily careless and injured the fetus's qi, making her body weak.

Li Mochou had said yesterday that little Huang Rong merely relied on her husband, etc.; this remark was heard by many, and given her reputation, coming here today, she naturally would have a gathering.

Just now I saw her movements swift, her whisk came out, wind sound sharp and strong, her internal energy extremely profound; how could I possibly oppose her at this moment?

Could it really be that she relies on her husband?

Isn't this exactly what was said about little Huang Rong, that she relies only on her husband?

But then I heard Point Azure Fisher Hermit suddenly raise his voice and shout: 'Li Mochou, you have guts, daring to come here!'

His voice was loud and vigorous; inside the hall, hundreds of people heard a buzzing in their ears.

Li Mochou frowned slightly and said: 'Although I am a woman, I am not a timid rat; though this heroes' gathering brings together many heroes, it is ultimately just a death—what do I have to fear coming?'

Point Azure Fisher Hermit laughed heartily and said: 'Good demoness, I was just looking for you to avenge my martial younger brother; let's settle this once and for all!'

He had a fiery temper; upon seeing his enemy, his eyes turned red, and he stepped out with two iron pestles tucked under his arms.

Li Mochou glanced at him, then smiled and said: 'Under Master Yideng there are the four great disciples—fisherman, woodcutter, farmer, and herdsman; I have seen Wu Santong, and seeing your rudeness, you must be the eldest disciple of Master Yideng's school.'

Point Azure Fisher Hermit stared blankly and said: 'What does my rudeness have to do with being the eldest disciple?'

Li Mochou gave a faint smile and said: 'Master Yideng is highly virtuous and renowned worldwide; someone like you who lacks propriety, if not the eldest disciple, how could the other junior disciples just stand by?'

Zhu Ziliu and Huang Rong exchanged a glance, already knowing that this Scarlet Fairy was not easy to deal with.

Point Azure Fisher Hermit snapped: 'No matter how slick your tongue, don't think I won't avenge my martial younger brother!'

Li Mochou said coyly and softly: 'If you want revenge, don't rush; we'll go step by step, settling things one by one—after all, I'll do what I can, and leave the rest to fate.'

Then Xiao Longnv said: 'Guo'er, we're leaving!'

She turned her body slightly, about to step out.

Li Mochou lightly flicked her whisk, with a swish, blocking Xiao Longnv's path as she was about to step out, and said softly: 'Junior sister, why the hurry to leave?'

Xiao Longnv's body, which had lunged forward, suddenly jerked back, returning to her original position; she fixed her gaze on Li Mochou and coldly said: 'Senior sister, why do you keep blocking me?'

Li Mochou then giggled coyly and said: 'Junior sister, look at your body—it's not doing well, is it?'

Xiao Longnv remained icy in demeanor and said: 'Thank you, senior sister, for your concern.'

Everyone saw that although the two addressed each other as senior and junior sister, Li Mochou's voice was soft and gentle, yet utterly devoid of genuine feeling.

Xiao Longnv called her 'senior sister' with her mouth, but her face was utterly cold; unless one saw it personally, it would be hard to believe that the title 'senior sister' came from her lips.

Yet one had a jade-like countenance, pure and spotless; the other smiled cleverly and gently, her demeanor charming and radiant, pure and bright complementing each other—against each other, the pure became purer, the gorgeous more gorgeous, truly stealing all the beauty under heaven; this scene sparked much discussion among the crowd.

Point Azure Fisher Hermit also showed a curious look, no longer rushing to fight Li Mochou to the death, but wanting to see how these senior and junior sisters would fare.

Li Mochou then laughed and said: 'Junior sister, you are about to lose all face for our Ancient Tomb sect; if our master in heaven knows, can you even face her?'

Upon hearing this, Xiao Longnv's heart trembled violently, her lips quivering.

Feng Yi watched coldly from the sidelines, inevitably thinking: 'These two are naturally at odds; if their master knows in the afterlife, she would surely be furious enough to rise from the dead!'

Yang Guo's anger grew even more; he shouted: 'Surname Li! You hurt heaven and reason, committing countless evils! Who exactly is bringing shame upon the Ancient Tomb sect?'

Li Mochou coldly laughed and said: 'You also have the nerve to say I commit countless evils, hurt heaven and reason?'

How does the infamy of the Western Poison Ouyang Feng compare to mine?

Thinking back, he secretly plotted against the Northern Beggar, killed the Five Greats of Jiangnan, framed the master of Peach Blossom Island, luring Guo the Great Hero and his father-in-law into a deadly fight. Upon seeing loyal ministers and filial sons, he would casually kill them, all just to earn merit for Master Huang of the Island. These deeds—every hero under heaven knows them.

Speaking, his words suddenly turned harsh: 'Back then, Ouyang Feng, as a grandmaster of his generation, pursued and tried to kill me, a mere woman; my master, in order to save me, was also killed by him!'

And yet you took him as your father, my junior sister accepted you as a disciple, but you have committed incest and betrayed your superiors, indulging in illicit relations with your master like beasts, yet you call her 'aunt' this and 'aunt' that in front of others, utterly shameless!

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly shot forth two beams of poisonous resentment, gazing at Xiao Longnv: 'As a master, she swore oaths of eternal loyalty, yet her innermost nature is fickle and promiscuous; my Ancient Tomb sect truly suffers from an unfortunate master!'

The several hundred people present had originally been watching coldly; even those who bore deep grudges against Li Mochou waited quietly for this pair of sisters to settle their matter before dealing with their own long-standing grievances with Li Mochou. Hearing the first part of her words left people speechless, and the second part was even more shocking than a stone splitting the sky.

Guo Jing was among them; upon hearing Yang Guo accused of incest, his face drained of color, and Huang Rong took his hand, whispering: 'Brother Jing, Li Mochou's words may not be true.'

Huang Rong, seeing the lingering affection between Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv, grew suspicious. Yet this was hard to believe; she thought Yang Guo, though not necessarily a paragon of virtue, would not go so far as to act so outrageously. Still, at this moment it was not convenient to press further.

Not to mention Huang Rong's extraordinary wisdom; even an ordinary person could see that the relationship between Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv was far from ordinary master-disciple. As for why Xiao Longnv claimed she was Feng Yi's wife, everyone remained puzzled.

It's surely false!

Feng Yi also set down his cup, slightly furrowing his brow. He knew Li Mochou and Xiao Longnv had always been on bad terms, but after their last parting at the Ancient Tomb, they had considerably eased; he didn't think she would be so fierce toward her. He wondered if she was merely trying to establish authority before the crowd, to strike first? Later he would deal with Huang Rong?

Upon hearing these words, Xiao Longnv's thoughts churned incessantly; in an instant her blood boiled, her body swayed, and with a 'wah' she spat another mouthful of blood.

Had it not been for the miraculous effect of Feng Yi's Divine Illumination True Qi, Xiao Longnv's spitting of two mouthfuls of blood today would have resulted in another fainting spell.

"Aunt!"

Yang Guo shouted in alarm.

Seeing his aunt spit blood, his anger flared instantly, uncontainable; he leapt out, and with a casual motion drew a long sword from the waist of a nearby onlooker, thrusting it at Li Mochou—this was the Ancient Tomb sect's 'Jade Maiden Sword Technique'.

"Shameless!" Li Mochou coldly laughed and said: 'You, the adopted son of Ouyang Feng, what qualification do you have to use my Ancient Tomb sword technique! Very well, today I will cleanse the sect!' Her whisk whooshed, whooshed, whooshed as she launched three successive moves.

Upon hearing this, the heroes basically understood: she was telling outsiders that this was an internal sect matter, and they should not interfere!

Guo Jing's brows gradually furrowed, while Huang Rong, Zhu Ziliu, and other perceptive people understood even more her intention: this was to block Guo Jing. After all, Guo Jing's master had also died at the hands of Ouyang Feng!

If you help Ouyang Feng's adopted son, you're no hero at all!

Yang Guo shouted angrily: 'My aunt is the true inheritor of the patriarch's mantle; cleaning up the sect is not your turn!'

When his sword move first issued, his body was still on the left, but by the time it met the block, his body had already shifted to the right—as if sword and man were separate entities; one saw a hazy green circle like a reflection of the heavenly river, enveloping Li Mochou, and all the heroes were astonished and admiring.

Back then, Lin Chaoying painstakingly cultivated in her stone tomb, creating the martial art of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra; thereafter she never left the tomb, passing it only to her personal maid, who transmitted it through Xiao Longnv to Yang Guo. That maid never entered the martial world. Although Li Mochou is Xiao Longnv's senior sister, she did not receive the profound sword transmission, relying instead on her whisk, palm techniques, and hidden weapons to make her name in the jianghu.

At this moment Yang Guo deployed the Ancient Tomb sword technique; masters of all sects gathered in the hall, many well‑traveled and knowledgeable, yet aside from Xiao Longnv and Li Mochou, no one had ever seen it before.

The founder of the Ancient Tomb sect was indeed a woman, and the disciples of the next two generations were all women, so it naturally leaned toward grace rather than vigor. The forms Xiao Longnv taught Yang Guo all carried a touch of graceful femininity.

After Yang Guo integrated and comprehended the technique, he naturally shed the feminine bearing, becoming ethereal and lively; his moves flowed uninterrupted, truly leisurely and elegant.

The Wu brothers thought Yang Guo's martial arts had long fallen short of theirs, little knowing he was actually far stronger than they; glancing at Guo Fu, they saw her staring fixedly, and they felt intense envy—but Li Mochou was also their mother's killer, so they did not know whether to hope for Yang Guo's victory or his defeat.

However, Yang Guo's swordsmanship was exquisite, his lightness skill good, but ultimately his internal strength far inferior; he was no match for Li Mochou, yet one saw Yang Guo leaping up and down while Li Mochou's posture remained unmoving, her whisk in hand flicking east, sweeping west, very composed, laying down a silvery curtain, almost windproof.

She, while fending off, said lightly: 'Our Ancient Tomb sect has produced these two scoundrels of yours, truly losing all face; what more is there to say about inheriting the robe and bowl? Do you think you can silence the myriad mouths with just a sword?'

She originally could not learn the Ancient Tomb Sect's highest profound martial arts, so she resented her master's favoritism; if Xiao Longnv and Yang Guo could match her skill level, it would not be hard to defeat her. But after Li Mochou learned Chongyang's legacy inscription, all the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts could not restrain her.

After exchanging over ten moves, Yang Guo's long sword was either entangled or cleverly flicked aside; how could he do anything to her?

Furthermore, hearing her words made Yang Guo even angrier, his techniques became disordered, and signs of defeat already showed.

Both Guo Jing and Huang Rong thought they must not let him truly die at Li Mochou's hands.

Although Li Mochou's actions are vicious, her speech and demeanor have always been refined and courteous; uttering these words truly goes against her nature, only because she heard Xiao Longnv say she would marry Feng Yi as wife.

Those in the hall, as direct witnesses, could see that Xiao Longnv and Yang Guo had feelings for each other, but when Xiao Longnv openly said so, some who heard it, though not necessarily fully believing, could not help but feel a hint of doubt.

For such a private affair between man and woman, ordinary people always prefer to believe it exists rather than not; Li Mochou, because Lu Zhan yuan was already heartbroken and dispirited, full of hatred, having accumulated resentment for years, last night finally mustered courage, and that tender intimacy with Feng Yi, to her, meant settling down for life.

She also deeply understood Feng Yi's nature—that he wished all beautiful women in the world were his close friends; Li Mochou, proud and arrogant, did not necessarily take outsiders too seriously.

But Xiao Longnv is an exception; she is proud of her beauty, yet she cannot help but admit that her junior martial sister surpasses her; in martial arts, her junior sister is also more than ten years younger than her, and now she is not much inferior to her.

Upon hearing that Xiao Longnv would marry Feng Yi as wife, she immediately believed it without doubt; the sweet feeling in her heart instantly turned into boundless resentment, and since she could not deal with Feng Yi at the moment, she would first take Xiao Longnv's life.

Upon entering the hall and seeing Xiao Longnv's mouth bloodstained on her clothes, he immediately understood it was due to loss of emotional control causing internal energy backlash; with just a little added force, Xiao Longnv would not live long, so he uttered those vulgar words.

Yang Guo could not care less about Li Mochou's random curses at him, but hearing her insult his master filled him with uncontrollable rage; after fighting over twenty moves, his hands and feet suddenly trembled, his head swam, his vision darkened, and he could no longer stand steady.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong could not help but think inwardly: 'Not good!'

Li Mochou whisked her horsetail whisk; Yang Guo only felt heat in his tiger's mouth, the sword hilt slipped from his hand, with a ding, the long sword lodged in the hall's main beam.

Li Mochou hastily swung her whisk, striking straight down at Yang Guo's crown.

Guo Jing was about to fly to his rescue when he saw a burst of white light.

This was a very strange light; it looked like white light, yet also had a spherical golden glow, and its source was not elsewhere—specifically, it shot out from Xiao Longnv's sleeve.

This strike came silently and without warning, yet it was faster than lightning, straight as a spear, sweeping past Yang Guo's waist; a light tug sent his body flying backward involuntarily.

Guo Jing rushed forward, pulled Yang Guo back, felt his pulse, knowing he was suffering from upward surge of qi due to anger, and transmitted true qi to treat him.

Li Mochou's move missed; she felt a secret alarm, then lightly laughed: 'Good, junior sister, let's go up together with your lover!'

In the midst of her laughter, Xiao Longnv's silk ribbon had already released Yang Guo, and suddenly, like a serpent spitting its tongue, it lunged toward her face.

Although Xiao Longnv was injured, the Shenzhao Scripture is famed as the foremost extraordinary martial arts manual, its wonder lying in enabling one to have the power to raise the dead; the Shenzhao true qi that Feng Yi infused last night had miraculous effect, and having just taken advantage of Yang Guo's struggle, she adjusted her breath for a moment, suppressed the boiling blood and qi, and was ready to fight to the death with this wicked senior sister.

Everyone had already seen that the so-called white light was actually a silk ribbon; the ribbon is soft and offers no resistance, but its end is tied to a golden sphere. When Xiao Longnv shook it, it emitted a dang-dang sound; though not loud, it was remarkably strange, entering the ears and stirring the heart and soul.

Li Mochou saw the incoming force was unpredictable and elusive; she swayed her waist lightly, like a narcissus trembling in the wind, already dodged, and flicked her whisk to entangle the white silk.

Who would have thought that Xiao Longnv raised her sleeve again, and another strand of white thickness flew out; only hearing three consecutive dang-dang-dang sounds, the golden sphere trembled thrice, striking her face at the Welcoming Fragrance, Receiving Tears, and Philtrum acupoints. The speed and accuracy of these three strikes are truly first-rate martial arts in the jianghu.

Li Mochou was caught off guard and startled, but her waist was extremely supple; she flipped and leaned back, Xiao Longnv's left-hand white silk rolled along the ground, sweeping the legs and circling to strike, while another strand of white silk thrust forward like a flower-tipped spear aimed at her chest.

Although this silk ribbon is soft, by borrowing the force of the sphere, its strike targets vital major acupoints, making it extraordinarily formidable.

Li Mochou's lightness skill was excellent; she leapt outward more than ten feet and laughed: 'Junior sister, do you think this brat Yang Guo is frivolous and wanton, that you are blind?' Her whisk performed picking, striking, intercepting, and thrusting, all following the path of light weapons.

Yet her techniques were swift and unparalleled, each move infused with strong internal force, emitting a sharp, vigorous wind-like howl, extraordinarily piercing. The howling wind caused bowls and cups several feet away to clatter and jump, and the sleeves of nearby people fluttered—needless to say.

One could see Xiao Longnv displaying her lightness skill; the two silk ribbons, straight and curved, folded, bent, turned, and swept in the air, flying back and forth; the golden sphere spun rapidly, shifting direction many times, slanting forward and striking sideways, transforming into a white mist and a yellow gleam, without directly clashing with Li Mochou.

Everyone looked at each other; Li Mochou had been famous for a long time, her might shaking the martial world, her prowess well known, yet seeing a young maiden like Xiao Longnv also so capable was truly rare and unheard of.

Li Mochou's martial arts can be called first-rate in the jianghu, and the reputation of the Ancient Tomb Sect is owed to her forging it.

Lin Chaoying and her maidservant, who were also the masters of Li Mochou and Xiao Longnv, had not yet settled on a sect name. Xiao Longnv accepted Yang Guo as a disciple simply because she heard others call Li Mochou of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and thus adopted that designation.

After Li Mochou also learned Chongyang's legacy inscription, aside from masters of the level of the Five Absolutes, encountering anyone else she would not be in vain.

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Xiao Longnv's martial arts were already not inferior to those of ordinary famous sect leaders; compared to Li Mochou, however, her strength was far inferior, but she was icy‑clear‑minded, knowing she could not match her senior sister's power, she did not clash head‑on, relying solely on supreme lightness to skirmish.

Li Mochou, however, because she had been famous for a long time, if before the heroes of the world she could not subdue a coughing‑blood junior sister, her reputation as the Scarlet Fairy would vanish completely!

Don't even mention challenging Huang Rong!

After all, her true intention today is not to deal with her junior sister, but to pick a fight with Huang Rong, so that the world will know: the number one female hero of the martial world is she, Li Mochou!

Not relying on her husband, father, or master to back her up like Huang Rong does!

As for Xiao Longnv, though she appears indifferent on the surface, she is actually extremely competitive; even injured, she grits her teeth, and must be killed!

Thus both exerted their utmost strength, truly a fine fight.

Both women's weapons are extremely soft; Xiao Longnv's silk ribbon displays clever, successive moves without a speck of dust rising; Li Mochou, however, exudes an overbearing aura, her whisk whipping out with the might of a startled tiger, forming a stark contrast.

Although their moves are all dangerous, the Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness skill is unmatched in the martial world; no other sect's lightness can compare. On open plains it is not easy to notice its advantages, but here, in the hall, the two display it fully—ethereal and peerless, with myriad variations.

Adding their graceful figures, they are like a startled swan gliding gracefully, appearing and disappearing.

One only hears Xiao Longnv's bell-like dang-dang sounds, like a melody; Li Mochou's whisk whooshes, the strong wind howls, resembling a tiger's roar and a dragon's chant.

In an instant, the two kinds of sound intermingled in the hall—sometimes soft, sometimes loud, sometimes high, sometimes low.

Guo Jing transmitted true qi to Yang Guo, and casually sealed his sleep acupoint; the scandalous words Li Mochou had just spoken were too serious, so later he would need to question him thoroughly, and for now he did not want to add to the chaos.

Huang Rong saw her husband's poor complexion and was also displeased; hearing the two women fight, she recalled how, in her youth on Peach Blossom Island, she had listened to the three—Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng, and Huang Yaoshi—battle using sound, and now thinking back, it felt like a world apart.

Although the martial arts of these two before us are marvelous, when it comes to fighting with sound, they are far inferior to Hong, Huang, and Ouyang.

Yet they are both peerless beauties, with jade‑like faces and flower‑like appearances, their sashes fluttering in the wind; at times like butterflies dancing together, orioles playing, resembling flowing wind and returning snow, whether coming or going, their voices heard make one's heart expand and spirit delight, their bearing seen is indescribably lovely and moving, something that even Hong, Huang, and Ouyang cannot match.

At this moment hundreds had gathered in the hall, and furthermore, the heroes feasting in the side and rear halls, upon receiving the news, came streaming in, so that soon the corridors, courtyards, and doorways were packed with people.

Masters from all sects had assembled in one place, which could be called a select gathering of the contemporary martial world; there were sect patriarchs, sect heads, and unparalleled experts who had shaken the jianghu for decades—all well‑versed and knowledgeable. Seeing the martial arts displayed by the two women, much of it was unknown to them, and they were dazzled by strange light, half startled, half delighted. They were amazed by the wondrousness of her skills, and wondered who their master could be!

Guo Fu suddenly walked up to Feng Yi's side and asked: 'Feng Yi, is that Miss Long really your wife?'

Feng Yi gave a slight smile, thinking to himself: 'A silly girl, I am playing the role of Gongsun Zhi,' and said: 'No, just a friend.'

'Just a friend?' Guo Fu sighed: 'She is truly beautiful; I never imagined the world could have such a lovely woman.'

Feng Yi smiled and said: 'You are also very beautiful!'

Guo Fu's pretty face flushed red; she glanced at him and said: 'Her martial arts are this good; I cannot compare to her.'

Heaven truly plays favorites, bestowing her such beauty and also such martial arts; look at Yang Guo for her sake—he seems to have gone mad.

Guo Fu is extraordinarily proud, considering herself the foremost talent among women; yet seeing Xiao Longnv's beauty and martial arts, she cannot help but admit she is inferior to her.

Xiao Longnv is already over twenty, older than Yang Guo and Guo Fu, but the ancient tomb's internal energy has an excellent ageless effect, so Xiao Longnv looks about sixteen or seventeen, about the same age as Guo Fu, making Guo Fu quite envious.

Feng Yi deeply knows that although Xiao Longnv seems to have everything, her life is full of troubles, far less carefree and smooth than Guo Fu's.

He laughed, "You shouldn't envy her; you should envy your mother! She's not only beautiful, her martial arts are high, and she's the chief of the Beggars' Sect; tens of thousands of martial heroes must obey her orders. Your father, for her safety, even released his own master's enemy three times—how could that compare to the pitiful Xiao Longnv?"

Guo Fu happily said, "Yes, yes, what you said is not wrong!"

He again asked, "What about Li Mochou? What's your relationship with her?"

Feng Yi hesitated, not knowing how to respond.

Then Guo Fu laughed, "This wicked woman, as soon as she enters, it's like she's eaten gunpowder, she grabs her junior sister and won't let go—probably because of you!"

Feng Yi glared at her and said, "How could it be because of me?"

Guo Fu sneered, "She said something about her being..."

"Pah pah pah, I won't say it."

She hadn't finished speaking, yet it made Feng Yi break out in a cold sweat.

Feng Yi originally thought Li Mochou was using her to establish prestige because of her feud with Xiao Longnv, never considering anything else, but now, upon Guo Fu's reminder as a fellow woman, he pondered carefully.

Li Mochou had indeed just scolded Xiao Longnv for being flirtatious, thinking, "She's causing trouble for Xiao Longnv; could it be because she wants to be my wife?"

The more Feng Yi thought, the more startled he became; suddenly he heard Guo Fu gasp in shock. Feng Yi looked in the direction of the sound and saw Xiao Longnv stagger forward and fall, while Li Mochou's horsetail whisk swept down toward her back with a "swish".

As it turned out, Xiao Longnv's martial arts were inherently inferior to Li Mochou's; adding her injured state, within less than a hundred moves she was already drenched in sweat, her heavy clothes soaked, and her movements slowed.

Li Mochou, battle-hardened, seized the opening, whisking her horsetail whisk; the silver threads seemed like a spider spitting silk, with a "whoosh" wrapping around a silk sash. Xiao Longnv's strength was insufficient, she was dragged into a stagger; before the whisk arrived, the gust of wind arrived first, leaving Xiao Longnv's whole body icy cold, unable to resist.

While everyone sighed in secret, a figure flashed out like lightning; Xiao Longnv suddenly felt a mighty force surge forth, a warm wind blowing over her, making her whole body feel comfortable.

Then came a "hiss" sound; Li Mochou's horsetail whisk was blown, its silver threads scattering wildly.

Li Mochou panicked, leapt back, looked up, and saw Xiao Longnv retreat to the side, gasping heavily.

Between them now stood an additional person—Feng Yi.

Li Mochou stared for a moment, her face turned pale, her heart felt as if cut by a knife; she fixed her gaze on Feng Yi and shouted harshly, "Get out!" She turned her left palm in a circle and struck toward Feng Yi's chest.

Seeing the fire about to burst from her eyes, Feng Yi finally realized that this fight was because of him; he couldn't help feeling a bit guilty and did not dodge.

With a "thud", it struck squarely in the chest.

Too late to speak, it's already happened!

At that very moment, Xiao Longnv's golden ball, like a flood dragon leaping from the sea, agile and spirited, thrust toward Li Mochou's face.

The three attacked with speed surpassing lightning; watching from the arena, all the masters felt their hearts shaken and spirits terrified, dazed and unable to steady their gaze.

Feng Yi's head felt as big as a bucket; in the midst of urgency he raised his index and middle fingers together, in a flash of lightning he clamped the white silk, and shouted, "Stop fighting!"

With that shout, he exerted his full inner strength; the crowd's ears rang, Feng Yi swung his arms, Li Mochou was thrown out the doorway, Xiao Longnv's lovely face turned ashen, she retreated three steps, her delicate frame swaying unsteadily.

Everyone sighed secretly; only a master like Feng Yi could disentangle the fight between the two women.

Only seeing Li Mochou plant her foot, grit her teeth, and loudly say, "It's not easy for me to stop fighting; you might as well kill me."

Although Feng Yi admitted feeling guilty, his face showed no sign; coldly he said, "Fighting is simple! Wait until I finish explaining one matter, clear Long Maiden's name, then you can fight to the death!"

He knew that speaking would directly reveal his agreement with Xiao Longnv; Xiao Longnv would indeed bear the stigma of a sect traitor, and Li Mochou would also lose face—wouldn't that mean she's a foolish woman fighting over a man?

But Xiao Longnv shouted, "You can't say that!"

Feng Yi turned his head to look, and saw her beautiful eyes also fixed on his face, full of hope.

Feng Yi understood that Xiao Longnv, for Yang Guo's sake, had transmitted the Ancient Tomb Sect's internal energy to him, which absolutely must not be spoken aloud, lest others learn of it.

But he already had a plan, yet before he could speak, Li Mochou thought, "Great! You two really have an affair, so you won't let me speak!"

Thinking this, she waved her horsetail whisk and lunged at Xiao Longnv again.

Feng Yi swept his sleeve, blocking her, and said, "We share the same origin; why rush to destroy each other? You two come from the same school, using the skills taught by your master, fighting to the death here, becoming a laughingstock; if your master knew in the afterlife, he'd be furious!"

Li Mochou spat, "She's she, I'm I; if you keep lumping us together, don't blame me for turning ruthless!"

Seeing this, everyone felt both angry and amused.

Anyone can see that Feng Yi stands between them; not to mention Li Mochou, even if the two women use any means, Feng Yi can easily resolve it, while she maintains a victorious posture.

But they became even more certain that Feng Yi indeed had a private affair with Li Mochou; otherwise, one wouldn't dare act recklessly, the other would have no reason to endure this anger—this is the classic guilt of a thief.

Having come to this point, Feng Yi could only steel himself and say, "I was going to say I'm helping Xiao Longnv; she hasn't given me any benefit, so how could I be beaten to death by you?"

"Helping?" Li Mochou snorted, "What help?"

Feng Yi proclaimed loudly, "Xiao Longnv saying she'd marry me was purely to test Yang Guo's feelings for her; my neither admitting nor denying it is simply to help her out!"

(End of chapter)