Chapter 329: The Curtain Falls

The He Clan Jade contains a strange and immense energy; even top-tier experts are affected when suddenly confronted with this object. This influence encompasses True Qi, the physical body, and the spirit—a comprehensive strike.

The long whip in Yu Liancheng's hand instantly unfurled, the sky full of whip shadows flickering and sweeping, as if clouds were scattering in all directions, sealing the surrounding space layer by layer and enveloping it heavily.

Most of the experts were bound without the slightest power to resist, wave after wave of continuous force surging through the Ding Shi Whip, unstoppable, causing their entire bodies to rattle and creak; amidst painful wails, their acupoints were sealed, and they were smashed down from mid-air, each suffering no light injuries.

There were also experts like Tuli and Tuoba Yu who barely managed to resist the first wave of the offensive, landing on the ground in a precarious manner. But before they could escape, or go to snatch the coveted He Clan Jade, the Ding Shi Whip, now bundled into several strands, struck toward them individually.

Their ears were filled with the whistling wind of the whip lashing through the void, and the air currents from all directions converged, making them feel as if they were caught in an undersea vortex, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

Under the influence of the He Clan Jade, these experts barely blocked a few waves of attacks before finally being struck by the long whip; their skin tore and flesh split, and amidst spitting blood, they flew out like ragdolls, crashing into the dangerous building behind them with a muffled boom.

By this time, apart from a few experts like Li Shimin and Shen Luoyan who had not made a move, all the rest were lying on this platform, either dead or wounded.

On the other side, Yu Liancheng's palm and the green-clad woman's long sword clashed incessantly; his palms and claws shifted, his five fingers rotating, as if transforming into an insurmountable Five-Finger Mountain, rendering the green-clad woman's Color-Void Sword's constant thrusts futile.

The green-clad woman bit her cherry lips lightly and thrust out another sword strike, unpredictable in its reality and illusion, its momentum like Heavenly Flowers Falling in Disorder, like mercury pouring onto the ground, containing continuous killing moves within its changes.

But with a flick of Yu Liancheng's finger, the sword light was shattered layer by layer in an instant.

The green-clad woman stumbled back two steps and said crisply, "The Imperial Tutor has great martial arts; Feixuan is ashamed to be inferior. But Feixuan does not understand, why must the Imperial Tutor's great cause be directed at Qu Ao, Fu Qian, and the others?"

"They wanted to kill me; is it not only natural that they died at my hands?" Yu Liancheng then looked at this green-clad woman, this Holy Maiden of the Cihang Monastery, with unhurried composure.

This Sheng Nü wore a pale green scholar's robe that fluttered with the wind, indescribably leisurely and elegant; her ink-black hair draped over her fragrant shoulders, a fairy-like grace, refined and otherworldly, and the Color-Void Sword in her palm added a touch of heroic sternness.

"That is the way of the Edo, but Master Yu is the Imperial Tutor of a nation; you should weigh and consider things more carefully. Currently, the Central Plains are weak, and the various nations beyond the borders are worried about having no excuse to invade the Central Plains. Qu Ao is a Grandmaster expert of the Tiele, and Fu Qian is a prince of the Tuyuhun; these two tribes will certainly mobilize their armies and retaliate crazily."

Shi Feixuan sighed leisurely, and in those beautiful eyes, clear as the sun rising in the morning glow, there seemed to be a layer of gloom; her gaze shifted to look at the crowd of experts lying on the ground, especially Tuoba Yu, Chunyu Wei, and Tuli.

"Tuli represents the face of the Turks; I fear he will not stand idly by in this turmoil. Furthermore, it involves a disciple of one of the Three Great Grandmasters, the 'Martial Venerable'. If this is not handled properly, the entire Central Plains will be plunged into misery. As the Imperial Tutor, how can you bear it, Master Yu?"

"Rest assured, since I dared to take action to deal with them, I naturally have the confidence to handle it. It is rather you, Miss Shi, who dares to appear before me without the protection of Ning Lao Dao; your courage is quite large." Yu Liancheng chuckled, reached out, and with a suction force generated in his palm, drew the He Clan Jade into his hand.

He channeled his True Qi along a special circulation route into it, instantly suppressing the strange fluctuations emitted by the He Clan Jade.

Shi Feixuan shook her head slightly, her hair swaying, possessing a beauty that no mortal brush could capture: "Feixuan is just a small woman, and my courage is not great. But I am also one of the common people; I only hope that a figure of such earth-shaking importance as the Imperial Tutor will consider the common people of the world more when acting."

"Miss Shi is not me, so how do you know I have not considered it?" Yu Liancheng said with a smile: "There is no need to say such nonsense. If Miss Shi does not wish to be a prisoner today, then make your move and let me see the power of the Cihang Sword Manual."

Shi Feixuan took two light breaths, her beautiful eyes fluctuating faintly. Traveling as a successor of the Cihang Monastery, with her appearance and martial arts, this was the first time she had hit a wall.

But she also knew that the person before her had an extremely firm will and could never be swayed by words; she could only determine the truth with her sword. Although she was not the opponent's match, she had no choice but to fight with all her might.

"Imperial Tutor, be careful."

Shi Feixuan's figure turned, her body seemingly surrounded by clear light; her wrists turned, and she thrust out a continuous sword momentum. The sky full of sword shadows was like a galaxy pouring down from the nine heavens, with indestructible Sword Qi spitting out, launching an attack like a violent storm.

She was the most outstanding expert of the younger generation, and the "Cihang Sword Manual" she cultivated had reached the level of Sword Heart Clarity, where the Sword Dao is the Heavenly Dao. Every streak of sword light was so thrilling, as if it could resonate with heaven and earth, and as if it could reflect the deepest parts of everyone's heart.

Yu Liancheng printed a palm into the sword light.

This palm looked light and breezy, but it had already used a few of the mysteries of the "Tian Fo Zhang".

Amidst the chanting of Sanskrit, the palm force was as vast as a heavenly river pouring backward, sweeping the sky full of sword light into it, and in an instant, it shattered.

Shi Feixuan's delicate body trembled; within the palm force, she was like a small boat in a boundless ocean, instantly engulfed by the wind and waves. The Color-Void Sword was the first to be shaken away, and then, with a "bang," Shi Feixuan stumbled back seven or eight zhang. Although she barely managed to stand, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and a pale color appeared on her exquisite and beautiful face, as if she had fallen from a fairyland to the mortal world.

Boom—!!

Just at this moment, outside the Manqing Courtyard, horse hooves thundered; Yang Gongqing led over a hundred cavalry soldiers and arrived, and seeing this scene, he was also terrified.

He hurriedly jumped off his horse and cupped his hands in salute to Yu Liancheng.

"Take all these rebels away, lock them in the dungeon, and escort them to the Capital on an auspicious day." Yu Liancheng waved his hand indifferently.

Wanwan had also arrived, like an elf in the dark night; she walked barefoot to Shi Feixuan, lifted the other's chin with her hand, and smiled like a flower.

"Sister Feixuan, no one is a match for the Young Master in terms of martial arts. However, in the past, Bi Xiuxin fed the Demon with her body; today, Sister Feixuan can repeat the old trick. With Sister Feixuan's beauty, which makes me feel pity, I have always believed you would surely succeed."

Although Shi Feixuan was injured, she looked at Wanwan with beautiful eyes as clear as a spring, and smiled sweetly: "Sister Wanwan's lesson is correct. If Master Yu is willing to retire from the Edo, Feixuan is willing to accompany him by his side."

A flash of annoyance crossed Wanwan's pretty face, and just as she was about to retort, Yu Liancheng yawned and turned to leave: "Women arguing is boring; fighting is interesting. Call me when the two of you fight one day."

The two women looked at each other, losing their appetite for bickering for the moment.