Chapter 58

Feng Yi saw the Blood Saber Patriarch take a punch from him; his body technique was swift, still as fast as a flying bird, his martial arts skill high, indeed his reputation was not unfounded. His lair is far in Qinghai; if he misses this chance, later wanting to kill him will be extremely difficult.

But under these circumstances, wanting to kill Ling Tui Si and then chase him is utterly impossible.

Feng Yi, though only a brief glance, already saw that those struck by arrows had blood that was thick and sticky, obviously poisoned; it was not hard to guess that they had been poisoned by the Golden Wave Ten-Day Flower.

Moreover, even if Ling Tui Si lived a bit longer, he might not be able to harm me; but if the Blood Saber Patriarch does not die, setting aside how many people he will harm along the way, just his martial prowess and scheming mean I will never have peaceful rest.

After all, the Blood Saber Patriarch, in order to escape, abandoned his two chief disciples, losing great prestige; if he does not take revenge later, it is quite possible that the Blood Saber Sect's gang of beasts will turn the world upside down! A Blood Saber Patriarch at his peak, lurking in the dark to ambush me...

In an instant, Feng Yi made his decision, glared fiercely at Ling Tui Si, his body flickered, and he shot toward the Blood Saber Patriarch like a gust of wind.

He thought to himself: 'This Blood Saber Old Thief is too deep in scheming; to escape he would even abandon his own disciples—I must be extremely, extremely careful, lest I end up like Falling Flowers Flowing Water!'

Feng Yi also knew that this pursuit hid immense danger; if he did not kill this man, the latter's thoughts would never cease.

But after running a few steps, his eyes shifted, he sank his qi to the dantian and said: 'Ling Tui Si, even if you know the treasure is in Jingzhou and for that you would not hesitate to become the prefect and collude with the Blood Saber Sect, you, who do not understand what karmic retribution is, even if the treasure lay right under your eyelids, you would never find it, haha!'

He spoke these words with inner energy, clear and resonant, long-lasting; he also bit down especially hard on the four characters 'karmic retribution'.

Feng Yi still decided to add some obstacles for Ling Tui Si; perhaps these few words could cost him his life.

Ling Tui Si exhaled, his face slightly pale, his mind a tumult of thoughts; just now, this round of arrows he fired while Feng Yi was landing, needing to catch his breath, not a single one hit; this person's martial strength is strong, his opportunities strange, astonishing and awe-inspiring.

But what did his last words mean?

Ling Tui Si racked his brains for a moment, but still could not understand.

Feng Yi's inner strength was profound, and having followed Ding Dian to learn lightness skill, his body technique surpassed lightning and shooting stars.

He was originally within less than ten zhang of the Blood Saber Patriarch; thus, upon rushing out of Wan Jia, he saw the Patriarch's back.

The Blood Saber Patriarch possessed a martial skill rare in the world; his lightness skill was naturally not weak. He glanced back, saw Feng Yi indeed pursuing, and shouted: 'Feng Yi, though heaven and earth are vast, they are no greater than a single principle. The Patriarch has already conceded defeat, yet you persist in pursuit—this is not a clinging dog, what kind of master are you?'

Though his words sounded easy, his heart was filled with immense fear; he swept his large sleeve, his robes fluttering, like a great bird swooping down from the house.

The Blood Saber Patriarch's greatest strength is not his martial arts, nor his cruelty, but his ability to assess the situation.

Whether in the original plot or now, he will always find the most advantageous path within his environment.

The Blood Saber Patriarch deeply knows that, wounded, a long pursuit would be futile; he uses words, hoping Feng Yi, like a righteous hero, will care for reputation—after all, one side concedes, the other waves a hand to let go, which is also a martial arts custom.

On the other hand, he ducked into the main street, seeking to use the terrain to escape.

Feng Yi coldly said: 'Blood Saber Old Thief, the principles of the world do not apply to you; with your martial prowess you nonetheless delight in slaughtering the innocent and defiling women's wives and daughters—I do not know how many you have harmed in this life; I, Feng, may do nothing else in my lifetime, but I will kill you!'

As he spoke, his feet did not stop.

He heard the Blood Saber give a hehe laugh and say: 'With so many people in the world, what's the harm in killing a few? As for those women, to gain the favor of the Patriarch's grandfather is a blessing they cultivated in past lives.'

But you like men, you especially like my grandfather the Patriarch, I, damn it, am a monk, haha, a handsome youth chasing an old baldy, drool dripping—wonderful, wonderful!

By now the two had reached Jingzhou's main street, where the population was extremely dense; the Blood Saber Patriarch spoke while his body technique did not cease, weaving through the crowd.

The townsfolk could not make out their faces, only feeling a gust sweep by, yet they could hear the words clearly, and in their hearts they thought this Feng Yi liked men.

'Is that so?' Feng Yi's face turned iron-blue, he gritted his small white teeth and gave a sinister grin: 'Then let your mother give this young master a thrill, how about that?'

The Blood Saber Patriarch laughed: 'Good, I'll give you two first!'

He took something from the Blood Saber's mouth, suddenly stopped, thrust out both hands, and shoved the two pedestrians on the street forward; with a bang-bang sound, four or five people surged toward Feng Yi.

Feng Yi saw these people stumbling, knowing that if he did not act, they would either be knocked to death or fall to death.

He could have slashed the Blood Saber Patriarch's pushed disciple to death with a sword, or simply struck out to push them aside without hesitation; but facing ordinary folk, he could not bring himself to be ruthless. He could only sheath his long sword, successively strike with palms, lightly pressing on a few people to dissolve the Patriarch's force, and cursed: 'Old bald donkey, what skill is it to vent your anger on others despite your great reputation?'

In this world there are not a few great villains who commit rape, pillage, and every evil, even openly boasting about it, yet they disdain to act on matters of bullying the few with the many or fleeing without battle.

But this Blood Saber Patriarch is not among them; he not only has done all evil, but also has nothing at all worth caring about.

Seeing his human-flesh hidden weapon block Feng Yi for a moment, he laughed loudly: 'The Patriarch especially likes to vent his anger on others—who told me I can't beat you?' As he spoke, his body had already leapt onto a house.

Feng Yi let out a long sigh of relief, then drew his sword again, shot up like electricity, and pursued eagerly.

But the Blood Saber Patriarch immediately jumped down from the roof and slipped into an alley.

Just as Feng Yi turned the alley corner, he suddenly saw a streak of red light lunging straight at his throat.

At this moment Feng Yi was in the midst of pursuit, his forward-leaning momentum wanting to contract, which is as hard as climbing to heaven, let alone the Blood Saber Patriarch's sudden sneak attack.

But just as danger arose suddenly, Feng Yi's perfected Divine Illumination Skill manifested its power; before he could even think, his body leaned back, his feet pushed off, he drifted backward like a white cloud, simultaneously brandishing his sword to guard himself and his left hand striking out a palm.

This series of movements was done in one breath, as fast as lightning and flint; the Blood Saber Patriarch saw that his long-planned sneak attack was actually avoided by Feng Yi with such agile footwork, he could not help exclaiming 'Good!', then swung his blade again, and dozens of floor tiles on the ground surged toward Feng Yi like a torrent.

However, as Feng Yi retreated, he had already waved his sword and struck with his palm, shattering the tiles; before the broken pieces could fall, they were caught up by his palm force and surged toward the Blood Saber Patriarch.

'This kid's inner strength is truly terrifying.'

The Blood Saber Patriarch's thought flashed, but he did not think to kill Feng Yi by striking the tiles; as he waved his blade, he lightly and nimbly flew onto the roof, yet as he leapt, several tile fragments brushed his cheek, as if cut by a knife, blood spattering, making his visage even more ferocious.

The Blood Saber Patriarch felt resentful, but before Feng Yi could rise, he had already sprinted again along the roof ridge.

Feng Yi dodged this move, but also stood stunned in place.

Sweat poured from his forehead and back; he couldn't help wiping away a cold sweat, now he understood what 'do not pursue a desperate foe' means.

This is far too dangerous; just now he nearly lost his head!

But by now, to have him give up is truly unwilling.

Therefore he decided not to chase so closely, instead to wear down the Blood Saber Patriarch, to exhaust him to death, and then resumed the pursuit.

Suddenly he heard someone shout loudly: 'Capture the Blood Saber Monk, to rid the martial world of harm!'

'Where is the wicked Blood Saber Monk fleeing to!'

Wan Jia had originally gathered many martial artists; they dared not oppose the officials, so their fear of the Blood Saber Monk was much less.

Moreover, Feng Yi and the Blood Saber Monk chasing each other had been heard throughout half of Jingzhou, so now everyone rushed over.

The Blood Saber Patriarch silently cursed: 'Damn it! This bunch of bastards, trying to pick up a bargain!'

Although he was wounded, the only one he feared was Feng Yi; hearing this, he felt little fear, sometimes entering the main street, sometimes slipping into alleys, using the terrain to his advantage, continually employing stratagems.

If it were not for Feng Yi's inner strength being far superior to the Blood Saber Patriarch's, and his familiarity with Jingzhou, they would already have suffered a great loss.

And the Blood Saber Patriarch, despite exhausting all his tricks, could not succeed in a sneak attack, nor could he shake off Feng Yi.

He realized that, no matter how poisonous his schemes, Feng Yi only needed to dodge the sharp edge and then pursue again—this was to wear him to death! By now his dantian ached, his true qi was nearly exhausted; Feng Yi could be said to already stand in an invincible position.

Just then, having no other recourse, I suddenly spotted three familiar figures ahead on the street, gave a faint sinister smile, and darted over.

(End of chapter)