Chapter 26: Justice?

Yu Liancheng smiled and said, "The culprit, Huo Xiu, is locked in the cage outside, and he locked himself in. If you want to kill him, it is very simple; I will never stop you."

Lu Xiaofeng said, "The one locked outside is not Huo Xiu, just a hungry, sour old man. The real Huo Xiu is still sitting in the chair, still drinking."

Yu Liancheng had already set down his wine cup, his originally warm expression turning icy cold: "You aren't talking about me, are you?"

Lu Xiaofeng said coldly, "Whoever gained the ultimate benefit is Huo Xiu."

At this moment, the two seemed to have become irreconcilable enemies; as their gazes met, sparks collided, filled with a murderous intent.

I fear no one would have imagined that not long ago, the two had been drinking and chatting together, conversing quite happily.

Yu Liancheng said indifferently, "In reality, Huo Xiu's treasure is not much. His wealth has already been swept away by a mysterious hand. If you want revenge, you should go find him."

Lu Xiaofeng frowned: "A mysterious hand? Besides you, who else could silently sweep away Huo Xiu's wealth?"

Yu Liancheng said indifferently: "I have already guessed who this person is, but I will not tell you. You need not worry either; with your reputation and martial arts, Lu Xiaofeng, as long as you do not die, they will eventually come for you."

Lu Xiaofeng sneered: "Could it be you really think I believe in this mysterious hand you fabricated?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Whether you believe it or not is up to you, and whether you act or not is also up to you. But I must remind you of one thing: you were also a chess piece of Huo Xiu. If not for you, Yan Tieshan and Su Shaoying would never have died. And because of me, Dugu Yihe was able to survive; you are also a murderer. If you were truly selfless and bent on seeking justice, you should first cut yourself three times to be worthy of Yan Tieshan and Su Shaoying."

Lu Xiaofeng's originally steady and cold expression was wiped clean; his chest felt as if it had been struck hard by a thousand-pound hammer, his internal organs smashed to pieces.

"Two grown men, yet so much nonsense. I, the old woman, have long wanted to see if the Lingxi Finger is truly as miraculous as the legends of the Edo say."

The old woman who had been sitting to the side suddenly flew up lightly, two short swords tied with bright red silk ribbons flying from her sleeves, piercing toward Lu Xiaofeng like two bolts of silk.

Such a fast strike, such a fast sword.

By the time Lu Xiaofeng saw the pair of short swords, the sword light flashed, and the blade was already a foot from his throat. Before the sword even arrived, the frigid Sword Qi even made his throat feel a stinging pain.

His two fingers were already itching to move.

Although this sword was terrifying, he believed his Lingxi Finger could catch the blade.

But he dared not reach out to catch it, because this old woman reminded him of Xiong Popo, whose chestnut could poison thirty people; he feared the blade was coated in poison.

Usually, he might be a very careless and sloppy person, but at such a life-and-death juncture, Lu Xiaofeng would become very cautious and careful.

His body had already slid away like a swimming fish; not only was his reaction fast, his movements were faster. But the sword light was like a maggot on a rotting bone; no matter where he went, the sword light followed closely behind.

Gongsun's sword technique seemed to have reached a higher level; the sword light was brilliant and magnificent, and even Hua Manlou, who was to the side, could not help but praise: "Good sword technique, could this be the legendary Gongsun Sword Dance?"

"Hua Manlou, oh Hua Manlou, everyone says you are blind, but if anyone truly treats you as a blind man, then they are the real blind one." Yu Liancheng clapped his hands and sighed.

This Hua Manlou's "eyesight" was truly extraordinary, and his spiritual realm, I fear, had already reached a height difficult for mortals to imagine.

Compared to the world-renowned Lu Xiaofeng, Yu Liancheng valued this seventh son of the Hua family, who never showed his true colors, even more.

He stood up abruptly, his robes billowing, and the "Duoqing Sword" placed to the side seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, breaking free from its scabbard.

The Sword Qi transformed into a dragon's roar, and the Sword had already fallen into Yu Liancheng's palm.

"Brother Hua, please."

Hua Manlou smiled: "No need to draw the sword, I only wish to say two words."

Yu Liancheng said: "Which two words?"

Hua Manlou said: "Goodbye."

He turned around calmly and left, taking Lu Xiaofeng with him.

The night was thick, there was not half a star in the sky, the mountain wind was filled with chill, and one or two cries of forest birds broke the silence.

Hua Manlou said leisurely: "You should understand, Yu Liancheng was not wrong; the one who was wrong was Huo Xiu, and the ones who were wrong were us."

Lu Xiaofeng said coldly: "I understand."

Hua Manlou said: "You should also understand that the two of us combined are very likely not the match of Yu Liancheng and that old woman. The best outcome would be mutual destruction."

Lu Xiaofeng said coldly: "I also understand."

Hua Manlou smiled: "We are friends; I saved your life, yet you are clenching your fists—is that not quite right?"

Lu Xiaofeng let out a long breath, and his tightly clenched fists finally relaxed: "It is not quite right."

Hua Manlou sighed: "I know you are in a very bad mood, so you should do something to make yourself feel better, like drinking, like eating meat."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, finally having a hint of a smile: "Good, I will treat you to wine, I will treat you to dog meat."

Hua Manlou smiled again: "But before eating dog meat, you can still draw two eyebrows, or even four, so that the dog meat shop owner won't laugh so hard he can't even hold his spoon."

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Inside the Qingyi First Tower.

Just as Lu Xiaofeng and his companion left, Gongsun Daniang's figure turned, and the twin swords in her hands suddenly stabbed toward Yu Liancheng, swift and fast, and even more filled with a brilliant and magnificent quality.

Yu Liancheng was not surprised; he flicked his wrist, and the Duoqing Sword was like a flood dragon overturning the sea, like a Divine Mountain collapsing, meeting the attack head-on. With only two "ding" sounds, sparks flew, and Gongsun Daniang's sword momentum was completely neutralized.

"It's not over yet." Gongsun Daniang spun her body, the disguise on her face removed, once again revealing that noble and beautiful face. The tattered gray robe fell away, and beneath the gray robe was actually a QicaiNishang, gorgeous and magnificent to the extreme.

The sword light flickered again, and Gongsun Lan's Rainbow Skirt also began to dance incessantly; the whole person seemed to have turned into a brilliant and magnificent morning glow, and under the reflection of the lights and sword light, it was so bright one couldn't even open their eyes. How could one still distinguish where the person was? Or where the sword was?

If one couldn't even distinguish her figure, how could one strike at her?

In reality, Gongsun Daniang's gorgeous and magnificent sword technique naturally required such a QicaiNishang to set it off, and only such a peerless beauty could bring the sword technique to its extreme.

This kind of sword technique was not only magnificent but also strange and complex; once unleashed, it was like filling the sky and covering the earth, penetrating every crevice.

As long as the opponent revealed even the slightest flaw, they would very likely die under the sword.

Gongsun Daniang had always been very confident in her sword technique.

Yu Liancheng, however, shook his head as he watched: "Flashy and showy."