Chapter 175: Sharen Ya, The Cliff That Kills (Volume End, Four-in-One, Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Votes)

A road.

The end of the road is a sheer cliff.

The two sides of the cliff stand like walls carved by a blade, and below is a bottomless abyss.

Two faint shadows fly in from the distance; their speed is so great that the naked eye can barely track them.

These should not be human shadows.

They are practically two living ghosts.

Yet, these are precisely human shadows.

The lightness skill of these two is high enough to shatter the courage of anyone in the pugilistic world.

Suddenly, both shadows come to a halt.

They stop before the precipice.

These two are naturally Yu Liancheng and Geshu Tian.

Before long, three more people arrive.

They are Feng Siniang, Ning Shui, and Young Master Xiao.

They naturally know that this battle might well be the greatest battle under heaven.

The two top experts under heaven are unfolding a life-and-death struggle here. Only one will be able to walk away from this place.

And this battle concerns not only the lives of these two.

It also concerns the three of them.

It even concerns the future situation of the entire martial arts world.

Geshu Tian suddenly speaks, filled with boundless murderous intent: "This is the grave I have prepared for you."

Yu Liancheng smiles slightly: "Oh, and I wonder what this place is called?"

"Sharen Ya!" Geshu Tian coldly spits out the three words.

Sharen Ya, what a sinister name.

Just hearing this name, Feng Siniang seems to imagine a desolate mountain and evil valley, with piles of bones accumulated at the bottom.

A sneer seems to play on Geshu Tian's face as he says: "I have always liked killing people here, because there is no need to bury them here. I don't know how many ghosts are at the bottom of this cliff now; you will certainly not have to worry about being lonely after you die."

As he finishes this sentence, a mountain wind howls "woo-woo" across Sharen Ya, sounding as if wronged souls are crying out and wailing, making one's hair stand on end and one's marrow turn cold.

Yu Liancheng sneers: "Oh, since that is the case, you still dare to come here to kill? Are you not afraid that when you duel with someone, these wandering souls will come looking for you? And when dueling with someone like me, a single moment of negligence will lead to your eternal damnation."

"Hahahaha." Geshu Tian laughs, laughing up at the sky. His laughter seems to contain an indescribable boldness and triumph, yet it also seems as if he is using the loud laughter to cover something up: "When they were alive, they were defeated by my hand; after death, they are nothing more than lonely ghosts and wild spirits. And I am God, the God high above. Even if there truly were ghosts, they would only tremble in fear upon seeing me, and would not dare to commit the slightest offense."

Yu Liancheng sneers: "I hope you are truly not afraid of ghosts and Gods."

Geshu Tian also sneers. He flips his palm, and a sword appears in it—a short sword radiating brilliant light. He says slowly: "This sword is called 'Blood Rainbow'. I forged it with my own hands, and after it was forged, I poured into it the heart-blood of one hundred and eight top experts. When wielded, the sword light is like a blood rainbow; in terms of sharpness, it is by no means inferior to the Deer-Slaying Saber."

Yu Liancheng also slowly raises the Duoqing: "Duoqing Sword. Sword drawn, life lost, emotion taken. Heavy, sharp; strictly speaking, it is not a priceless Sword. But I do not know how many experts have died under this sword."

The two fall silent again.

In the silence, the murderous aura grows even thicker.

It is so thick it is almost suffocating.

Yu Liancheng's hand is already on the hilt, slowly drawing it: "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Words have been exhausted." Geshu Tian's hand is already placed on his sword hilt.

"Very well, the end of words today is the sword, and your end..."

Clang!

The Duoqing Sword is fully unsheathed. The brilliant sword light transforms into a stunning, peerless flying rainbow as he stabs toward Geshu Tian: "... is today."

The long sword pierces the air, making the air whistle; the entire flow of air seems to be pierced through by this one strike.

This strike from Yu Liancheng does not have many mysteries or follow-up moves, but there are very few people in the world who can receive this strike, simply because this strike is fast enough and heavy enough, like a mountain collapsing and the earth sinking.

Geshu Tian is clearly not among them.

His lightness skill is not inferior to any expert in the current age.

His eyesight is also truly excellent.

Therefore, he could dodge; as long as his figure flickered, he could avoid the sharp edge.

But Geshu Tian would never do such a thing.

At least not now.

Because he is 'God'; how can 'God' retreat because a mortal swings a sword?

Not only does he not retreat, but the "Blood Rainbow Sword" in his hand also suddenly stabs toward the point where Yu Liancheng's sword light is most intense. As this sword is thrust out, it indeed traces a blood-colored sword light, filled with an eerie aura, like a vast and mighty river of blood.

Ding!

The two swords clash, sparks flying in all directions.

Geshu Tian's figure shakes, his Qi and Blood surging, and he cannot help but take two steps back, his feet leaving footprints three inches deep in the hard ground.

"Haha, I see that you, this so-called 'God', are nothing more than a hollow name, retreating after a single strike."

Yu Liancheng laughs loudly. This Young Master Tian is too arrogant, comparing himself to God, yet he actually took his sword strike head-on.

As he speaks, his sword follows his body, and he thrusts out another strike. The sword light is brilliant, and the sword is filled with a majestic momentum, just like a heavenly river pouring down, just like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

Geshu Tian is filled with annoyance: "How dare a mortal!?"

He spins his body, and the sword light in his hand shakes, suddenly transforming into a cluster of blood-colored fireworks blooming in the night sky. Each spark is not only magnificent but also varied, and even incredibly fast, like a lightning flash suddenly splitting the void.

Clearly, although this fellow is arrogant, he is ultimately not a fool or a madman.

To use one's own weakness to attack another's strength.

Such a foolish thing, doing it once is already enough.

In an instant, the two long swords have already clashed together once more.

This time, Geshu Tian unleashed the full subtlety of his sword technique, and for a time, it was difficult to tell which of the two would prevail.

The sword light swirled, changing to the extreme; it was dazzling and resplendent, almost like something not of this world.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The two masses of light were inextricably intertwined; no one could describe the subtlety and heart-stopping thrill of their swordsmanship.

Sword Qi crisscrossed, venting wantonly like a violent storm. Wherever their swords struck, the area was immediately left in ruins and Broken; even if solid rock blocked their path, it was likewise torn to shreds by the sword light.

Feng Siniang and the others watched, dazzled and mesmerized, their minds shaken.

The greatest battle of the current age was nothing more than this.

Yet the one truly shocked was Young Master Xiao.

Like Hongying and Lvliu, she had regarded Geshu Tian as an unfathomable Heaven, an inscrutable God, and a capricious Demon.

And whether Heaven, God, or Demon, in any case, he could not possibly be human.

He was an invincible existence.

The common masses were merely his puppets.

Those so-called experts in the Edo could never last thirty moves in his hands.

Even though Young Master Xiao had suffered setbacks at the hands of Yu Liancheng, she still believed that Yu Liancheng was far from being a match for Young Master Tian.

But at this moment, her conviction began to waver, and another demonic thought quietly emerged from the bottom of her heart.

……

Geshu Tian was indeed a terrifying opponent.

Yu Liancheng had truly and tangibly felt the terror of "Heaven."

The battle between the two was no longer just a contest of swordsmanship; all manner of martial arts were unleashed, solely to seek a sliver of a chance at victory.

Geshu Tian was not only highly skilled in swordsmanship, but his light-body technique, internal energy, palm techniques, and fist techniques were all refined and mastered; he could pick up any martial art and use it with ease, and all had been cultivated to an extremely profound realm.

Any one of these martial arts would be enough to suppress the contemporary era, and they were barely inferior to Yu Liancheng's.

Moreover, sometimes being "short" is an advantage, especially for a dwarf like Geshu Tian.

Those who had dueled and fought with Yu Liancheng before, except for Wudu Tongzi, were not too short, so it was very easy to stab at their vital points like the chest, throat, or the center of the brow.

But when fighting Geshu Tian, he had to press the Duoqing Sword lower, otherwise, the opponent could easily dodge it. This differed significantly from his usual fighting habits, so every time he attacked, he could not avoid a slight pause or hesitation.

Yet Geshu Tian had long been accustomed to fighting people taller than himself, so his sword momentum was continuous and smooth, without any such worries.

Often, when experts fight, the difference lies in only a single point.

Feng Siniang and the others saw the two sides as evenly matched, but in reality, Yu Liancheng had encountered several dangerous situations.

Fortunately, after dozens of moves, Yu Liancheng had adjusted and even turned this disadvantage into an advantage.

His fight with Geshu Tian was from a position of height, so using moves like "Forcefully Splitting Mount Hua" was exceptionally advantageous.

He simply used his sword as a saber, unleashing powerful and heavy saber techniques; the saber light flowed like mercury, dense and impenetrable. Geshu Tian had to dodge constantly, for every time he blocked a strike, his figure would tremble, and his Qi and Blood would surge incessantly.

Geshu Tian was even more astonished inwardly.

The reason he could wait calmly for Yu Liancheng's arrival at Wanyou Shanzhuang, without even arranging any traps or schemes, was because of his absolute confidence in his own martial arts.

Casting aside schemes and tricks.

Casting aside the Heaven Sect that spread across the Edo.

He was still the world's number one expert, and his invincible martial arts could still dictate the fate of the entire Wulin.

Yet Yu Liancheng's martial arts were not the slightest bit inferior to his.

And the opponent seemed to have cultivated some kind of hard-body technique, possessing boundless strength; his True Qi and stamina seemed inexhaustible. If they continued to fight, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

Geshu Tian revealed a look of unprecedented gravity, suddenly let out a loud shout, and the sword in his palm shone brilliantly as he thrust out another strike.

This strike was not only resplendent and gorgeous, like a blood-red rainbow piercing the sky, but as the tip of the sword thrust out, it seemed that for every inch it advanced, there were dozens of extended variations.

Looking at this strike alone, it was already exquisite and infinitely varied.

And Yu Liancheng, caught within the shroud of the sword momentum, understood even more that the subtlety of this strike had not yet truly been displayed.

Once Yu Liancheng wielded his long sword to attempt to defend against this strike, the opponent's sword would immediately produce even more variations, endless and inexhaustible.

Although this strike was subtle, it lacked sufficient power.

As long as Yu Liancheng used the "Immovable" move, this strike would be no more than a breeze brushing his face.

But he did not use that move.

Yu Liancheng suddenly let out a long chant, driving the "Dragon-Shattering Chant," the sound gathering into a line, surging into Geshu Tian's body, causing his internal energy to suddenly stagnate.

At the same time, Yu Liancheng turned his wrist, flicked his long sword, and thrust out a strike.

This strike was plain and simple.

But at the moment it was thrust out, it seemed to carry a sinister and mysterious power, as if the netherworld had descended upon the mortal realm; countless hellish ghosts appeared, roaring and howling, and a shrill, terrifying baleful aura filled the space within a radius of ten zhang.

Geshu Tian only felt the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling in his ears, surging like waves, one after another, never-ending. Even more, countless evil ghosts and Yezha flew toward him.

This strike was the reverse derivation of "Alluring," capable of reflecting the most terrifying things in a person's heart.

And now that Yu Liancheng had also cultivated the "Mind-Capturing Technique" which could influence the spirit and soul, he was naturally even more adept at the second variation of Alluring.

Geshu Tian, who prided himself as "Heaven," revealed a look of terror on his face.

Although he knew this was an illusion, he was helpless against it, and his heart grew increasingly fearful.

Was he actually afraid of ghosts?

Once Geshu Tian's heart was filled with fear, no matter how subtle the sword in his hand was, it could not avoid having flaws.

And the sword in Yu Liancheng's hand had already thrust out like lightning.

This thrust went out.

The terrifying illusion gradually dissipated.

Only, with the enhancement of the "Mind-Capturing Technique," this illusion faded much slower, which was why Yu Liancheng could calmly thrust into the flaw of Geshu Tian's sword.

Clang!

The two swords clashed.

Geshu Tian only felt a massive force transmit from the sword body; he could no longer hold onto the "Blood Rainbow" in his hand, and it was knocked flying away.

Yet the Duoqing Sword had already thrust toward his chest.

What a fast sword.

At this moment, a sense of crisis surged into Geshu Tian's heart.

His entire body grew cold, as if he were standing naked in an ice cave, and his blood felt as though it were about to freeze solid.

Geshu Tian was actually stunned for a moment.

He was "Heaven," he was "God"; from the moment he was born, he was meant to dominate this pugilistic world.

His Zhihui was boundless, and his martial arts were so high that they exceeded the imagination of anyone in the world.

Even Hongying and Lvliu, who were touted as "the dual swords combined, invincible under heaven," were merely two interesting dolls of his, two guard dogs.

He had never encountered danger before.

So at this moment when the crisis arose, he actually felt it was somewhat absurd.

Fortunately.

He reacted.

Retreat.

Back away.

This man who claimed to be like "Heaven" retreated with all his might, retreated in a sorry state, just to dodge this fatal sword strike.

Sshh!

The Duoqing pierced into his chest, and he felt a cold, stinging pain, a pain that reached his bone marrow. Fresh blood surged out, staining his lapels red.

At this moment, he was surprisingly devoid of fear.

A strange thought even arose in his mind.

—So this is what it feels like for a sword to pierce into flesh and bone.

To him, this feeling was novel and painful.

Fortunately, his lightness skill was high enough, and he retreated fast enough.

The momentum of this sword strike finally faded the moment before it was about to pierce his heart.

Yu Liancheng did not press the attack either; he merely raised his sword, gazed at the blood on it, and murmured with a half-smile, "Looking at it now, the blood of 'Heaven' seems no different from the blood of those who die under my sword on any other day."

Having said this, he blew on it lightly, and the fresh blood dripped off the tip of the sword in a series, landing on Sharen Ya.

"You actually dare to wound Heaven!"

Geshu Tian used a special technique to stop the wound from bleeding, but his face was gloomy to the extreme.

Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "Not only will I wound Heaven, but in a moment, I will also take a life."

"Whose life?"

"Your life!"

Just at this moment, Young Master Xiao deployed her lightness skill, drifted over to stand before Geshu Tian, and asked with concern, "Master, are you alright?"

Geshu Tian remained with a gloomy face and did not answer her.

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and said, "Do you truly believe that you are Heaven, and can control everything?"

Geshu Tian let out a cold snort.

But within this cold snort, there also seemed to be a sense of pride.

Although this pride had already been shattered by Yu Liancheng's sword strike.

Yet to anyone else, he was still the "Heaven" that controlled everything.

"In reality, you cannot control anyone at all."

After saying this, Yu Liancheng suddenly turned his gaze toward Young Master Xiao and said with a smile, "Come here."

Young Master Xiao was stunned: "What did you say?"

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "I told you to come here; his defeat is certain, and even if he could escape from my hands, are you still willing to be his puppet doll for the rest of your life?"

Geshu Tian's gaze turned stern, and he sneered, "I will never lose, and she will never go over."

Yu Liancheng did not speak again, but just looked at Young Master Xiao.

Young Master Xiao trembled all over; she looked at Geshu Tian, then shifted her gaze toward Yu Liancheng.

Usually, she was full of schemes, and even if her martial arts could not match the opponent, she had dozens of ways to make people wish they were dead; at this moment, her heart was a tangled mess.

She knew that at this time, she had to make a choice between these two people.

And this choice was also a gamble.

But what was being wagered was her own life.

And once this choice was wrong, she might be doomed forever, with no hope of survival.

And her choice would ultimately affect the state of mind of these two men, and might even affect the outcome of this world-shaking battle.

Yu Liancheng still stood there quietly, wearing a smile of someone who had everything under control, as if he were full of confidence in himself.

Geshu Tian's complexion was terrifyingly gloomy; he no longer had that composure, and even seemed somewhat uneasy.

Young Master Xiao had never been a woman who lived only for emotions.

She would never rely solely on emotions to place a bet.

She would only choose the side that was likely to win.

But no matter who it was, as long as they had not truly severed all emotions and righteousness, as long as they made a choice, they would certainly be influenced by their emotions.

The time Young Master Xiao took to choose was not long, but it felt as if it had been a very, very long time; she suddenly smiled at Geshu Tian, a smile that was very beautiful.

Geshu Tian had just let out a breath of relief, but Young Master Xiao had already thrown herself toward Yu Liancheng like a swallow.

"You deserve to die..."

Geshu Tian's originally calm expression had been torn to shreds, turning ferocious in an instant, as if he were an evil ghost from hell. His chest heaved violently, as if it contained a volcano, a volcano about to erupt, impossible to suppress.

At this moment, he tasted the flavor of humiliation, and he also tasted the flavor of failure.

These two flavors were ones he had never experienced before; his entire body was trembling.

Young Master Xiao giggled: "I do indeed deserve to die, but you will certainly die before me."

Geshu Tian's hands were trembling, his voice suppressing fury: "You think I will definitely lose to him?"

"No." Young Master Xiao shook her head: "I cannot see through either of you; you both have your own trump cards. Unless one of you is already dead, I cannot be certain who will win and who will lose!"

Geshu Tian gritted his teeth and said: "Then why did you choose him?"

"Giggle, giggle, giggle, of course it was to see this expression on your face right now."

Young Master Xiao suddenly giggled, her smile as beautiful as a flower, and she said coquettishly: "You have always considered yourself 'God', everyone is under your control, everyone is your puppet, including me."

"I have always wanted to see if, should something happen beyond your expectations, you would also become like an ordinary person, getting angry, going mad, and losing your mind. Now it seems you are just a very ordinary person. If there is any difference, it is probably just that your martial arts are high enough. Oh, right, you are also a dwarf, giggle, giggle, giggle."

The bell-like laughter filled the entire cliff, yet it carried an indescribable madness, as if it were hysterical.

Yu Liancheng looked Young Master Xiao up and down carefully, and could not help but shake his head and sigh: "Why do I only ever meet crazy women? Fortunately, Feng Siniang is a bit more normal."

"Go to hell!" Geshu Tian also seemed angry to the extreme; he flipped his palm, and the palm force was like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking as he struck toward Young Master Xiao. At this moment, his hatred for Young Master Xiao was far deeper than it was for Yu Liancheng.

Betrayal is often unforgivable.

Young Master Xiao let out a coquettish cry, her face pale with fright.

This woman was afraid of death after all; how many people are not afraid of death?

She wanted to escape, but the surrounding space had been enveloped by the palm force, and she felt it difficult to even move a finger.

Just as Geshu Tian's palm was about to strike solidly, a palm as clear as jade met it.

Boom!

The two palms collided, as if a bolt of lightning had been born in a clear sky, making everyone's ears ring.

A shockwave pushed out from where the two collided in all directions, with sharp whistling sounds. Young Master Xiao screamed, and she was blown away like weeds in the wind.

Yu Liancheng and Geshu Tian also each retreated two steps, their expressions solemn, both surprised by the other's vigorous palm force.

"Geshu Tian, you have already lost, lost through and through." Yu Liancheng sneered.

"As long as I am not dead, I am the supreme 'God', I am the 'God' who rules over all things." Geshu Tian had regained his composure, at least on the surface.

"But I fear you will die here today."

Yu Liancheng suddenly threw the Duoqing Sword behind him, and it fell from the air three zhang away, piercing into the cliff with its scabbard: "Now, let me, this 'Heavenly Father', completely crush you, this 'Young Master Tian'."

After speaking, he held up a finger: "One palm, I only need one palm, and this Sharen Ya will become the graveyard to bury you, this piece of heaven, just as easily as a father disciplines his son."

Geshu Tian was stunned at first, then laughed wildly, laughed loudly, laughed up at the sky, laughing until tears came out, laughing until his stomach hurt.

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching him quietly without saying anything more.

"Is this guy crazy? Or does he have some other trump card?"

Feng Siniang also frowned.

Although she had great confidence in Yu Liancheng, this Xiaoyao Hou was also an unprecedentedly strong enemy.

It was true that Yu Liancheng could defeat him, but to defeat or even kill Xiaoyao Hou with just one palm was too much of a fantasy.

Yu Liancheng still wore a smile, saying indifferently: "Are you done laughing? If not, you can continue; I am always extra generous to those about to die."

Geshu Tian wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and said: "Fine, make your move. I would like to see what kind of palm technique you can use to make me perish here."

"Good, you will see it immediately."

As soon as his voice fell, Yu Liancheng's figure flashed suddenly, and he appeared in front of Geshu Tian as if he had teleported.

He flipped his palm, and with a "Boom—" like a thunderclap, a vast, boundless, and magnificent palm struck out, filled with immense pressure, as if a Divine Mountain were crashing down to suppress and destroy everything beneath it.

"Such strong palm force."

Geshu Tian was startled, then a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth; although this palm was terrifying, it was still a bit short of burying him here.

He suppressed his injuries, his aura rising again, ethereal and unpredictable, like the high sky. At the same time, he raised his palm and struck out with a palm of his own, the force extremely vigorous.

Amidst the whistling air, the two palms collided without any flair, the space trembling violently, whipping up a hurricane.

Their palms had collided.

But the palm force had stagnated.

Geshu Tian was sneering; although he was at a disadvantage in this exchange, it was undoubtedly impossible for the opponent to crush him in one go.

"Geshu Tian."

Just at this moment, a crisp, beautiful voice, like an oriole coming out of a valley, suddenly rang out.

This voice was very pleasant, and it was also like the purest mountain spring water, without a trace of impurity. Whoever heard it felt a sense of cleansing in their soul.

But when Geshu Tian heard this name, his body suddenly stiffened, and a look of unprecedented fear appeared on his face.

And at the very moment his heart was stirred, Yu Liancheng's palm force was triggered again.

Like a mountain collapsing, like a city being destroyed, like a tsunami, like the sky falling.

Geshu Tian's palm force was crushed in an instant, and Yu Liancheng's palm struck his chest like lightning.

With a "Crack!", his chest collapsed, and his bones shattered.

Geshu Tian was blasted away like a cannonball, flying off Sharen Ya and falling toward the bottom of the cliff.

In fact, this palm from Yu Liancheng had already severely injured his heart meridian; even if he had not fallen off the cliff, he would have died without a doubt.

And it was precisely this palm that caused Geshu Tian to have a moment of clarity before death, gaining a burst of spirit out of nowhere, his eyes looking intensely in a certain direction.

An expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes, fear still shrouding his face, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but he had already fallen completely.

Geshu Tian had killed countless people on Sharen Ya, and in the end, he was buried on Sharen Ya himself, his bones keeping company with those he had killed every night.

"One palm." Yu Liancheng also looked toward the direction where Geshu Tian had fallen, murmuring, "I said one palm, and it was one palm."

"What on earth is going on?" Feng Siniang hurried over, looking first at Ning Shui, then at Yu Liancheng, and asked in surprise, "Why did Xiaoyao Hou suddenly lose just because Ning Shui called his name?"

Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, his face showing a sense of desolation as he said, "Look at how Geshu Tian reacted when he heard his own name."

Feng Siniang pondered for a long while and said, "It was as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight."

Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "That is a very apt and fitting description."

"Because I am a ghost, a ghost that has come to claim a life." Ning Shui suddenly wiped her face; she had actually been wearing a disguise.

Once she calmly removed the disguise, a stunningly beautiful face was revealed.

Ning Shui was already beautiful, but this face was even more breathtaking, though her complexion was slightly pale, making her look like an ice beauty.

"Goodness, you girl are actually this pretty." Feng Siniang immediately became alert, seemingly even more convinced that these two had already had that kind of relationship: "Yu Liancheng, you big blockhead, stop talking in riddles and tell me what is going on."

Yu Liancheng said, "Geshu Tian had a younger sister whom he pushed off a cliff; this sister was named Geshu Bing."

Feng Siniang looked at Ning Shui in shock: "Ning Shui means 'condensed water,' which is ice, so you, Ning Shui, are Geshu Bing!"

"That's right, Sister Feng, I am Geshu Bing." A smile appeared on Geshu Bing's exquisite and beautiful face: "I didn't mean to deceive you, I just couldn't reveal my identity for the time being, otherwise if he found out, there would inevitably be trouble today."

"My head is spinning a bit, weren't you already pushed off the cliff by Xiaoyao Hou?" Feng Siniang supported her head.

"In reality, I had long known the location of Wanyou Shanzhuang." Yu Liancheng began to explain the whole story.

"The members of the Heaven Sect are not all that tight-lipped; it wasn't actually that difficult for me to get them to tell the truth. There was a time I left for three days, remember? That was when I went to Wanyou Shanzhuang."

"But I only went to the villa to investigate; I didn't intend to make a move against Geshu Tian yet. He was the main course, so naturally, I had to wait until the very end to savor him slowly. When I reached this cliff during my investigation, I faintly heard shouting from below. It turned out to be Bingbing, so I rescued her. As for what happened afterward, you already know."

"But... but..." Feng Siniang looked at Bingbing and hesitated, "This is a bottomless abyss, how did you..."

"Because that day I was wearing a large dress I had just finished making. It was made of a newly released brocade, the material was particularly sturdy, and the dress was made extra large."

"When I fell, the dress actually caught the wind, so my descent was slower. And on the cliff face, there was more than one small tree; I grabbed two, and another one cushioned me, so I reached the bottom of the valley."

"The bottom of the valley was a wasteland and a swamp, surrounded by sheer cliffs like they had been carved by a knife. Trying to climb up from there was harder than ascending to heaven. Fortunately, the dead people he had struck down still had weapons on them, so I used their weapons to dig holes in the cliff."

"This kind of work was truly troublesome, and there was nothing to eat below, so I could only eat a little tree bark and leather leaves. That day I was digging until I felt like I was going crazy and wanted to commit suicide, so I couldn't help but scream, and it just happened to be heard by Gongzi."

Speaking of this, Geshu Bing looked at Yu Liancheng, her eyes filled with a glow of gratitude.

"You have truly suffered." Feng Siniang was a woman with great sympathy; after hearing Geshu Bing's words, she couldn't help but take her small hand and said bitterly, "That damned Geshu Tian, dying just like that is letting him off too easily."

One can imagine how difficult it is for a young girl to live in such a desperate situation.

Without food or water, day and night accompanied by countless white bones, and not a shred of hope for survival.

If it were her, she would likely have already slit her own throat.

No wonder this guy Yu Liancheng said she was "seemingly weak, but actually much stronger than any other girl."

Geshu Bing continued to explain: "He... although Geshu Tian is powerful and seems to fear nothing, styling himself as Heaven, he is actually very afraid of ghosts. He has always believed that after people die, there are still ghost souls."

—People who often do evil things are always afraid of ghosts.

Feng Siniang finally understood: "So he heard your voice, was startled, couldn't maintain his internal energy, and was killed by Yu Liancheng with one palm."

Yu Liancheng nodded and said, "That is indeed how it was."

The three sighed for a moment, and Feng Siniang said, "Alright, Geshu Tian has been defeated by your hand, what do you plan to do next?"

Yu Liancheng stretched and said, "Of course, it's to get some good rest. Didn't you see that the scenery at Wanyou Shanzhuang is quite nice and want to have a good tour? Now this entire villa is ours, so you can tour it however you like."

"Really? You guy finally have some conscience. I've been wandering the pugilistic world with you for so long, and you're finally willing to accompany me on a proper tour." Feng Siniang's smile was like a flower, and she looked at Geshu Bing again: "Bingbing, do you want to come along?"

"Thank you, Sister Feng, but I still have some things to handle, so I cannot accompany you." Geshu Bing shook her head, saying quite tactfully.

"That is truly a pity." Feng Siniang sighed, though there was a faint sense of joy and relief in her tone.

The three of them had already left Sharen Ya, but Young Master Xiao still stood in place, looking at the bottom of the unfathomable cliff, not knowing what she was thinking.

It is unknown how much time passed before Young Master Xiao said softly, "You are dead, what should I do? After being a human puppet for so long, now that I have freedom, I suddenly don't know what to do."

With a soft sigh, Young Master Xiao's figure also drifted down Sharen Ya.

PS: Four-in-one, super-sized chapter, end of this volume.

As for the side story, it doesn't really count as a side story; it's just the arrangements for the three women after this incident. I didn't expect the ending to take up so many words, and I haven't finished writing it yet, so I will post it tomorrow.