Chapter 221: Lianxing Departs

Yu Liancheng swept forward, drifting into the fray between Yan Nantian and Lianxing like a patch of dark clouds.

At this moment, centered on the two combatants, a three-zhang radius was enveloped by palm winds and fist force; even a First-class Expert of the time would be injured and forced to retreat upon entering this range, or perhaps even be torn apart, their blood spilling on the spot.

But not Yu Liancheng.

His left hand plucked a willow twig, which suddenly traced a circular arc; the movement was smooth and natural, as if stirred by a spring breeze, meeting Lianxing's palm force.

His right hand flicked, his sleeve billowing and surging as it enveloped Yan Nantian's Divine Fist; this long sleeve seemed to flutter, appearing to expand continuously, vast and mighty, obscuring the firmament.

Yu Liancheng's martial arts were indeed brilliant to the extreme, but Lianxing and Yan Nantian were both figures who had been famous for decades, living legends; she truly could not believe that Yu Liancheng could be a match for these two.

What's more, he intended to use only a willow twig and a single sleeve to simultaneously receive a palm and a fist from the two.

Lianxing's gaze flickered, but she did not withdraw her hand; instead, she shook her arm, and her cold, overbearing palm force pushed forward, forming a surging torrent of Qi that carried an icy, persistent aura, as if it could submerge and freeze everything before it.

Yan Nantian's brows furrowed slightly, yet the fist in his palm still pushed out steadily; there were no complex moves, but the airflow within a one-zhang radius suddenly collapsed, rolling backward like water waves.

Anyone could see the overbearing nature of this fist and palm, and anyone could see the softness of that willow twig and sleeve. Xiaoxiannv's heart suddenly rose to her throat, her beautiful eyes staring wide.

Swish, swish, swish!

Several leaves on the willow twig suddenly detached, yet they shot toward Lianxing like sharp arrows.

Lianxing's palm force was extremely overbearing, and these few leaves were instantly shattered into powder. But before they were crushed, they had cleverly embedded themselves into the weak point of her palm force, causing the strike that was originally coiled and ready to be unleashed to pour out like a mountain flood.

The palm, which originally possessed ten parts of power, was left with only six.

Lianxing's palm force had frozen.

She sighed softly, shook her head, and lowered her jade-like arm.

With this palm force leaked, even though the remaining power was enough to shock any expert in the world, it could no longer cause any trouble for Yu Liancheng, so it was better to stop.

And almost at the same time, Yan Nantian's Divine Fist had already slammed into the fluttering long sleeve.

If Yu Liancheng's sleeve was a dark cloud, then Yan Nantian's fist was a thunderbolt piercing the sky, tearing through the heavy night.

Yan Nantian had always been confident in this punch of his, but when this punch slammed into the sleeve, it felt as if it had struck a swamp or mire, unable to find purchase.

And as the fist pushed forward by a fraction, the pressure from all directions of the "swamp" grew heavier. This was a pressure he was very familiar with—it was the very power his own punch had stirred up.

"Moving Flowers Grafting Jade?" Yan Nantian's brows furrowed.

Aside from the unique secret skill of Yihua Palace, he truly could not think of any other such marvelous martial art in the world.

In reality, when he struck with his fist, even Moving Flowers Grafting Jade could not transfer all of his power.

But Yu Liancheng was not transferring it all at once; he was shifting it bit by bit, then using the transferred power to neutralize the force of Yan Nantian's Divine Fist.

In an instant, the fist forces clashed and surged, and the momentum of the punch was exhausted.

"Yannantian's Divine Fist is indeed formidable."

Yu Liancheng lowered his sleeve; there was already a tear in it, clearly shaken by Yan Nantian's Divine Fist, as he had not fully transferred the power.

"For someone so young to possess such skill is truly rare in this world." Yan Nantian revealed a solemn expression: "But what exactly is your intention? Why must you stop the fight between me and Lianxing?"

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Yannantian, do you think your grudge with Yao Yue and Lianxing is deeper, or is Xiaoyuer's grudge with them deeper?"

"Of course it is Xiaoyuer," Yan Nantian replied without hesitation.

"Since that is the case, you should let Xiaoyuer come to take his revenge. If all of Xiaoyuer's enemies are killed by you, then what does he amount to? A coward who only knows how to hide behind his Uncle Yan?"

Yan Nantian's brows sank.

This statement was indeed correct, yet he had not thought it through; Xiaoyuer's mouth was venomous, but his heart was very kind—he could even let Jiang Biehe and his son go, let alone Yao Yue and Lianxing.

Just then, a maid rushed over and said to Yu Liancheng: "Young Master, that guest in the guest room is gone."

"Gone!?" Lianxing's slender brows furrowed: "Are you talking about my sister? How could she be gone?"

The maid shook her head: "I don't know; I was just about to bring her ginseng soup, and there was no one left in the room."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Lianxing's figure turned into a phantom and vanished, giving the maid a fright.

Soon, Lianxing walked back, shaking her head: "Sister is indeed gone. I checked the situation in the room; it seems she left on her own."

Yu Liancheng said: "I can actually guess the reason for her unannounced departure."

"What?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Your sister likely woke up while you and Yannantian were fighting and saw the situation of your duel. She has always been proud and arrogant, considering herself the world's number one expert. Now that there are three people in this courtyard with martial arts higher than hers, it would be strange if she could stay."

"I must go find my sister; she is injured right now," Lianxing said.

Yu Liancheng laughed: "Even if your sister is injured, given her martial arts, only the three of us in the whole world could hurt her."

Lianxing said worriedly: "Regardless, it is better to be careful; besides, open spears are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against."

"If she is determined to leave, she naturally won't leave any clues behind. How will you find her?"

"I naturally have my own methods; you don't need to worry." A flash of fox-like cunning suddenly crossed Lianxing's star-like beautiful eyes; she leaned over, and her cherry lips pressed against Yu Liancheng's face.

"Alright, I'm leaving."

Two faint, imperceptible blushes drifted across Lianxing's jade-like, crystalline face. She glanced at Xiaoxiannv, who was staring wide-eyed to the side, giggled, and then unfolded her figure, drifting away like a flying celestial maiden.

Xiaoxiannv finally came to her senses, gritting her teeth, her beautiful eyes glaring hatefully at Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng wore a wry smile as he looked at Yan Nantian: "Yannantian, I will make a deal with you: I will tell you a secret concerning Xiaoyuer and Hua Wuque, and add the favor you owe me, in exchange for your Wedding Dress Divine Skill."

"Agreed," Yan Nantian answered immediately, seemingly without much consideration. His eyes, however, grew brighter and more majestic: "But I heard from Zhang Jing that your sword technique is particularly brilliant, so I want to see your sword technique."

"That sentence is truly very familiar; I have said it to many people before," Yu Liancheng nodded: "Fine, I agree, because I also really want to see the sword technique of the 'World's Number One Divine Sword'."

PS: Just the minimum update today, apologies. I will save up some drafts tonight so I can resume daily morning updates. The arc of the Peerless era is also nearing its end.