Chapter 204: Lianxing Has Arrived

The bright moon rose high, casting its light.

In the quiet and elegant courtyard stood a woman in a black robe wearing a mask with a dead-eyed, dead-faced expression, a one-eyed man with a severed finger whose face had been beaten swollen, and a handsome youth sitting on a chair, clapping and laughing.

This truly formed a strange scene.

"You woman, why did you attack me?"

Xuanyuan Sanguang's single eye widened, his anger soaring three zhang high.

Yet he dared not attack the woman, for she had just slapped him twice, and he had not even perceived how she had made her move; her lightness skill was so high, her strikes so fast, and her martial cultivation so profound that it was truly unimaginable.

The woman let out a cold snort, and that dead-eyed, dead-faced mask seemed to be shrouded in a layer of frost.

Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "Evil Gambler, do you think there is any woman in the world who can slap you so easily?"

Xuanyuan Sanguang suddenly gave a start, took two steps back, and said in disbelief, "You are the Yihua Palace Master? So this is what the Yihua Palace Master looks like; I must have had great luck today."

The woman still did not answer.

And sometimes, not answering is a tacit admission, an affirmation.

Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "It is fortunate that it is the Second Palace Master who arrived here today; if the First Palace Master had come, you, this living Evil Gambler, would likely have become a dead Evil Gambler."

"Damn it, if I... if I become a ghost, I'll just go to the Eighteen Levels of Hell and gamble with those little ghosts; what is there to be afraid of?"

Xuanyuan Sanguang's mouth twitched; he had intended to say a few words to boost his morale, but at the thought of the Yihua Palace Master's ghost-like martial arts, the words in his mouth involuntarily changed.

This woman was naturally Lianxing.

Her beautiful eyes rippled, carrying a touch of childishness, and she looked at Yu Liancheng with what seemed to be a hint of curiosity: "It seems you know many things."

Yu Liancheng nodded and looked at Lianxing with a smile: "Of course, and I also know that the Second Palace Master is a peerless beauty; it is truly a pity that you wear such a mask."

"You are the first person to dare speak to me like this," Lianxing said coldly. "Also, if your eyes dare to stare at me like that again, I will dig your eyeballs out."

Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "But I know you won't, because you are not at all as cruel and cold as your sister; you might even be kind and lively."

Xuanyuan Sanguang, listening from the side, was startled; this fellow actually dared to speak to the Yihua Palace Master like this—he was truly tired of living.

Lianxing's deep, dark eyes flickered like a calm lake, yet with hidden undercurrents surging; her tone, however, grew increasingly cold as ice: "Since you have said so, if this Palace does not make you suffer a little, where would the prestige of Yihua Palace be?"

Her figure became illusory, transforming into an incomparably swift beam of light under the moonlight.

Xuanyuan Sanguang had already been paying attention to Lianxing, but at this moment, his gaze could not keep up with her figure; she was simply as fast as a phantom.

The lightness skill of this Lianxing was so high that those in the world who could surpass her could likely not be counted on one hand.

Lianxing extended her crystal-clear, jade-like palm and pressed it into the air; a surging, powerful palm force erupted, carrying a chilling aura, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop. Yet the power of this strike was like a volcanic eruption, like a pouring celestial river, as if it could destroy everything blocking its path.

Yu Liancheng did not dare to be careless, his figure suddenly soaring from the recliner. He curled his five fingers and threw a punch; the fist was like a thunderclap, like a mountain.

Bang!!

As fist and palm met, it was as if a muffled thunderclap had exploded.

The force of the fist and palm poured out in all directions, whipping up a wild gale. As for that delicate recliner, it was torn apart by the two tyrannical forces and was reduced to pieces in an instant.

Xuanyuan Sanguang retreated continuously, fearing he would be caught in the crossfire, but his single eye stared fixedly at the two fighting, without blinking.

Although he was a gambler, he was also a martial arts expert, and how could he be willing to miss such a brilliant exchange?

As fist and palm collided, Lianxing could not help but take a step back, a flash of surprise appearing in her beautiful eyes.

Since she began practicing martial arts, this was the first time she had been forced back by someone other than her sister, Yao Yue.

One must know that Yihua Palace had dominated the martial arts world for who knows how many years; since Yan Nantian entered the valley, the sisters had not held any expert in the world in high regard.

Furthermore, even regarding the Yan Nantian of the past, while they valued him, they never believed they would lose to him.

"No need to be surprised; if I did not have such martial arts, I would not dare to provoke people from your Yihua Palace."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "Moreover, the move you just used, Second Palace Master, held no killing intent and was not at full strength; how could it hurt me?"

Lianxing's eyes flickered, and she remained silent. Her black robe fluttered, and her slender jade hands reached out again; her palm technique was as swift as thunder and lightning, yet the palm momentum was as light as wind-blown clouds, ethereal and unpredictable.

In just an instant, her palms moved like the wind, already enveloping Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng wore a smile, turning his fist into a palm to meet her; his palm force was vigorous and majestic, the momentum like the roar of rolling thunder.

Just at this moment, Lianxing's palm, which had already been like spilled water, suddenly produced a strange change, an incredible change.

Her smooth, moist palm suddenly turned and flicked in the air.

This simple move was actually refined to the peak, as it wrapped up Yu Liancheng's surging, powerful palm force and immediately reversed it back toward Yu Liancheng's chest.

"A fine 'Moving Flowers and Grafting Jade'."

Xuanyuan Sanguang was already horrified; this was truly an unparalleled technique.

A hint of surprise appeared in Yu Liancheng's eyes.

In the Emei Jin-di, the "Moving Flowers and Grafting Jade" used by the two Yihua Palace maids had caused a group of heroes to change color, but compared to Hua Wuque's "Moving Flowers and Grafting Jade," it seemed plain and unremarkable.

And compared to Lianxing's "Moving Flowers and Grafting Jade," Hua Wuque's appeared as if he hadn't even entered the gate, a difference as vast as clouds and mud.

Confidence shone in Lianxing's beautiful eyes; once this "Moving Flowers and Grafting Jade" was used, the opponent's punch would surely strike his own body, suffering the consequences of his own actions.

Who would have thought that at this very moment, Yu Liancheng's wrist also turned and flicked; the palm force that had been reversed back turned once more and was flicked back toward Lianxing.

Not only that, this flick also included Lianxing's own palm force and the true energy Yu Liancheng had pushed out with this palm; it was truly surging to the extreme.

Lianxing's eyes flashed, appearing somewhat startled.

It was just a pity that she was wearing a mask, so her surprised expression could not be seen.

Her fair hand reached out, turning and guiding once more, using the method of "Moving Flowers and Grafting Jade," and she actually pushed the true energy back again.

Yu Liancheng laughed aloud, but his expression had become solemn, and his movements were no longer as relaxed and casual as before; his palm also turned and flicked.

After a dozen breaths, the usually daring Xuanyuan Sanguang had retreated again and again, fear appearing on his face.

This was because the two had flicked the palm force back and forth several times, and each time it was flicked, new palm force was added, causing this mass of true energy to grow like a rolling snowball.

Once this mass of palm force erupted, its power would be unimaginable.