Chapter 506: Hui Mountain Order Envoy, Xuanyuan Qingfeng

Qi Jiajie, a renowned expert in Taian City.

His face was like jade, his bearing peerless.

He wore white robes with a jade belt, the sleeves narrow and the garment wide.

This man had firmly held the position of Capital First Swordsman for over ten years, yet he lacked the arrogance, pride, and sharp edge a swordsman should have, instead giving people a feeling as refreshing as a spring breeze.

Looking at him from any angle, he was the type of refined man who discussed poetry and prose, very capable of winning a woman's heart. Perhaps it was for this reason that, upon reaching manhood, he was able to marry that woman from the Rouge List who bore the reputation of "a pomegranate skirt on a peach blossom horse."

This was indeed a man of great charm.

Of course, Qi Jiajie knew his charm was useless against the woman before him.

Because she was Xuanyuan Qingfeng.

The "Soul-Absorbing Rakshasa" who once made countless martial arts experts tremble with fear.

This time, there were a total of three "Hui Mountain Order Envoys" walking the martial arts world.

Coincidentally, these Hui Mountain Order Envoys were not only highly skilled in martial arts but were all famous beauties on the Rouge List.

This was one of the reasons why so many people broke their necks trying to get into Huishan; half the beauties on the Rouge List were people of Huishan. Some even speculated that the head of the Rouge List on Huishan intended to sweep up all the beauties of the Rouge List.

Although the three "Hui Mountain Order Envoys" walking the world were all responsible for delivering the Great Snow Order, because the three had different personalities, the commotions they caused were entirely different, and they each had their own nicknames.

Murong Wuzhu was the kindest of the three "Envoys."

Experts who received the Great Snow Order from her hands would not face trouble even if they mentioned having matters during the Qingming Festival and were unable to participate in the Great Snow Meeting, provided their reasons were appropriate.

Because she was innocent and naive, her heart as pure as snow, and she wore white, she earned the nickname "Heavenly Snow Fairy."

Chen Yu, on the other hand, strictly followed the instructions of Murong Tonghuang: those who did not accept the order would die; she did have a few lives on her hands.

But as long as one accepted the order and promised to go to Huishan for the Qingming Festival, she would never look for trouble again. She even possessed a sense of chivalry, helping the distressed and aiding the needy, punishing evil and promoting good, which went without saying.

While in the Capital, Chen Yu had the reputation of "a beauty like jade, a sword like a rainbow," but the phrase was truly a bit long, and because of her appearance and a style of sword technique called "Flowing Light," some also called her the "Startled Swan Fairy."

Only the Xuanyuan Qingfeng before him was the most insane; the iron rule of "those who do not accept the order die" was naturally executed very well by her.

But to accept her token, one had to possess both martial arts and fame, and also withstand thirty of her moves, otherwise one was merely a person fishing for fame.

And the outcome for those fishing for fame was likewise only one word: death.

Furthermore, unfaithful men: death.

Unfaithful women: death.

Arrogant and conceited: death.

Self-righteous and aloof: death.

Disrespectful to parents: death.

There was a long list of subsequent reasons, as well as the most overbearing and unreasonable one—if she didn't like the look of you: death.

In short, this woman killed in all sorts of ways, killing at the slightest disagreement, causing quite a bloody storm in the martial arts world.

As time went on, Xuanyuan Qingfeng became Xuanyuan "Light-Crazy"; don't look at how pretty she was, her brain was somewhat abnormal.

Of course, no one dared to use that nickname; they mostly called her the "Soul-Absorbing Rakshasa," for her beauty could absorb souls, and her martial arts could also absorb souls.

Although she mostly killed martial arts figures with bad reputations, it still created a phenomenon where everyone felt endangered.

It was not that no one had thought of intercepting and killing this woman, but Xuanyuan Qingfeng herself was highly skilled, and she carried the Flying Sword "Red Flail" nourished by the divine intent of Murong Tonghuang; several times, those who besieged her failed to kill her and were killed instead.

Looking at the Liyang martial arts world, it was estimated that only the likes of Li Chungang and Deng Taie could suppress her. However, these supreme experts had no grudges against Xuanyuan Qingfeng, and with the two leaders of Murong standing behind her, the likes of Li Chungang naturally could not personally step in to bully a junior.

Fortunately, once when Xuanyuan Qingfeng was wielding the "Red Flail" to kill, the "Red Flail" trembled like a dragon's roar, and from it came the voice of Murong Tonghuang.

"Little Qingfeng, do the job I gave you well, or I'll spank you when you get back."

From then on, this Xuanyuan Qingfeng truly became much steadier and rarely stirred up trouble on her own.

But if one truly fell into the hands of this woman, very few could end up unscathed.

Qi Jiajie looked at the "Great Snow Order" over and over again, nodding: "Fine, I will go to Huishan when the time comes."

In reality, as the Capital First Swordsman, Qi Jiajie appeared to be a person of the martial arts world, but in fact, more than half of his foot had stepped into the Imperial Court, and he had secretly done many things for the Zhao Family.

Even if Xuanyuan Qingfeng had not sent the Great Snow Order, Qi Jiajie would still have had to make a trip to Daxueping on Huishan for the Zhao Family to see what medicine Murong Tonghuang was selling in his gourd.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not leave, but instead, a look of interest appeared: "Qi Jiajie, I heard that you, the Capital First Swordsman, once defeated Chen Yu."

"So what if I did?" Qi Jiajie said coldly.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked with interest: "Of Chen Yu's three sword techniques, how many did you use?"

Qi Jiajie said coldly: "Two."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng sighed and said: "I knew it. It seems you weren't qualified to force Chen Yu to use her final technique, 'Jiemie,' otherwise you wouldn't be standing here in one piece; at the very least, you would have lost an arm or a leg."

Qi Jiajie sneered: "That 'Jiemie' technique is powerful, but if Chen Yu had used it, I would not have held back. Qi Jiajie might have been injured, but the one who died would definitely have been Chen Yu."

"I don't believe it, unless..."

The corners of Xuanyuan Qingfeng's blood-red lips curled up slightly, carrying a kind of evil charm; perhaps it could not topple all living beings, but it was enough to make countless men go crazy for her.

"Unless?"

Qi Jiajie frowned, a sudden ominous premonition arising in his heart, and he could not help but press his hand onto his sword hilt.

But in his heart, he had never truly regarded Xuanyuan Qingfeng as a major enemy.

He had once defeated six Sword Dao Grandmasters alone with one sword.

He had once fought eight hundred elite cavalry of Northern Mang alone, retreated unscathed, and severed over three hundred heads.

He still sat firmly as the Capital First Sword Dao Grandmaster for over ten years, and no one could shake him, including that old rival Bai Jiangshan.

Hum, hum, hum!

A series of tremors suddenly sounded throughout the entire courtyard.

The airflow in front of Qi Jiajie trembled, rippling like water, spreading in all directions, and within the ripples, vortices emerged.

In the blink of an eye, there were already twenty or thirty vortices in front of Qi Jiajie.

Each vortex seemed to be formed by the compression of ten thousand jun of force, producing continuous air explosions; a fallen leaf was attracted by a vortex, fell into it, and was instantly ground into powder.

This is precisely the further evolution of the Heavenly Demon Force Field: the Heavenly Demon Vortex.

"Unless you can take one move from me." A hint of a strange smile curled the corners of Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mouth, and with a flick of her slender fingers, all the vortices immediately poured out toward Qi Jiajie.

"Hmph, arrogant junior!

"

Qi Jiajie drew his sword to block one of the vortices, but his expression changed slightly, and his figure trembled faintly.

This vortex not only contained a force of great destruction, equivalent to a strike from a Vajra expert, but it also seemed to carry a terrifying suction force that actually caused the Qi within his body to lose control.

Then, the remaining Heavenly Demon Vortexes poured in completely.

Boom, boom, boom!

!

A moment later, nearly half of Taian City heard a thunderous sound, like rolling thunder, or like a thousand armies and ten thousand horses collapsing toward them.

"Good, the Capital First Swordsman is indeed very capable, I admire you, I admire you."

Amidst a burst of slightly manic laughter, a black shadow flashed, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng drifted away and vanished.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough... what a lunatic."

The entire small courtyard had turned into a ruin, with dust and smoke flying.

Qi Jiajie coughed, his face pale.

His clothes were tattered, his hair disheveled, and he no longer possessed his previous composed demeanor.

This Capital First Swordsman gasped violently, recalling the scene of the previous exchange, still feeling a lingering fear.

That was indeed a madwoman; from beginning to end, she only used one move, which was that terrifying "Heavenly Demon Vortex." Since that woman entered the Edo, no one knows how many experts have died under the vortex.

According to Qi Jiajie's speculation, with Xuanyuan Qingfeng's strength, the first twenty or thirty Heavenly Demon Vortexes would almost consume eighty or ninety percent of her True Qi, yet that madwoman had unleashed nearly fifty Heavenly Demon Vortexes.

Although he was injured, that woman was definitely not having an easy time either, and might even have damaged her foundation.

Judging by that madwoman's thoughts, she was likely truly wanting to kill him. If he had shown even the slightest weakness, he would inevitably have been met with an even crazier counterattack, and losing his life was not impossible.

"Madwoman, truly a madwoman. What Xuanyuan Qingfeng, I think Xuanyuan Truly Mad is more like it!"

On the other side, the madwoman Xuanyuan Qingfeng also coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

Her complexion was as pale as paper, her figure trembling, and she used her hand to support the wall so she wouldn't collapse onto the ground.

Just as Qi Jiajie had speculated, her original intention had been to kill the other party.

The reason she was slaughtering wantonly in the Edo was because the Heavenly Demon Great Art itself had the function of absorbing others' True Qi for one's own use.

Of course, she knew Yu Liancheng's temperament, so the targets she chose were all martial artists with rather bad reputations, yet she did not expect to be blocked by Yu Liancheng.

However, there were also some people whom Yu Liancheng allowed Xuanyuan Qingfeng to absorb True Qi from.

The premise was that Xuanyuan Qingfeng had to use her own real ability and could not use the "Red Flail" at will.

Among them, Qi Jiajie was one such person.

If she absorbed the True Qi of this Capital First Swordsman, her strength would rise to a higher level.

But unfortunately, she failed.

The Capital First Swordsman was indeed worthy of his reputation.

The Capital was full of hidden talents, and there were many experts; Qi Jiajie was the last Great Snow Order Xuanyuan Qingfeng had sent out.

But she did not rush to leave; instead, she arrived in front of a grand mansion. A plaque hung on the mansion, inscribed with two characters: Jin Mansion.

The mansion of the Right Libationer, Jin Sanlang.

During the entry of the six kings into the Capital a year ago, although Xu Weixiong did not kill this Jin Lanting—who hailed from Beiliang but disgusted Beiliang at every turn—she made him lose all face, becoming a laughingstock in the mouths of the Capital's commoners.

But no one expected that Jin Sanlang would rise so quickly.

Regarding the issue of the posthumous title for Xu Xiao, this Right Libationer clearly guessed the mind of the Zhao Family Emperor, and it is estimated that it won't be long before his official position is raised again. Therefore, the area in front of the mansion gate was bustling with people, all of them high-ranking officials and nobles.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng glanced at it and then ignored it, simply finding a secluded corner to sit down and quietly regulate her breath to heal her wounds.

Several hours passed, and the night was dark and the wind was high.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood up, slightly sensing the Qi circulating within her body, estimating that she had recovered seventy or eighty percent of her strength, and having never heard of any top experts by Jin Lanting's side, she leaped lightly and nimbly into the Jin Mansion.

A quarter of an hour later, Xuanyuan Qingfeng appeared in the study.

In the study, the breaths of two Second Grade experts had already ceased; they were responsible for protecting Jin Lanting's safety, but in front of this Xuanyuan Qingfeng, they only lasted for one round before their heart meridians were shattered.

As for Jin Lanting, he had already been frightened into collapsing onto a stool, shouting sternly: "I am the Right Libationer Jin Lanting, how dare you assassinate an Imperial Court official, are you not afraid of the extermination of your nine clans!?"

This fellow, having become a Right Libationer, had indeed cultivated some official authority, enough to bluff ordinary martial artists.

Unfortunately, it had no effect on Xuanyuan Qingfeng at all.

The "Soul-Absorbing Rakshasa" just flicked her sleeve casually, and immediately a gust of force swept across the latter's face, sending his entire body flying horizontally to crash into the wall.

"It seems you still don't understand your situation; I'll let you sober up, no need to thank me." Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked step by step toward Jin Lanting, who was struggling to get up, and stepped on his face, looking down from above: "No wonder Wuzhu said Mountain Master Murong likes to step on people's faces; it is indeed very comfortable."

"You... you are from Huishan Murong!?" Jin Lanting said with difficulty.

"Huishan, Xuanyuan Qingfeng; you can also call me Xuanyuan Qingfeng (The Mad), I like that title."

A hint of an icy smile played on the corners of Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mouth as she said: "Mountain Master Murong asked me to handle you while I was in the Capital; the original intention was probably to just kill you and be done with it, to avoid you jumping out to disgust people from time to time. But I think just killing you like that would be too simple. Furthermore, just as you said, killing an Imperial Court official is ultimately not good. A weak woman like me cannot withstand the wrath of the Imperial Court, hee hee hee."

"So, I decided to spare your life, but I can't let you live too comfortably, lest you find trouble all day long."

While speaking, she flicked her finger, sending a strand of True Qi into Jin Lanting's body.

Jin Lanting felt a mass of airflow appear in his chest, shaped like a vortex, causing his breathing to slightly stall and his heart to ache, and he couldn't help but glare at Xuanyuan Qingfeng: "You, what did you do?"

"I have implanted a Heavenly Demon Vortex inside you; it will devour your vitality, Qi and Blood, and even your lifespan. The Heavenly Demon Vortex is inherently extremely exquisite; those in the world who can crack it are probably just that group of people on the Martial Evaluation. But this vortex is hovering near your heart; if you are the slightest bit careless, you might... hee hee hee... you might die with a shattered heart, hee hee hee."

The smile on the corners of Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mouth already appeared somewhat manic, bringing a twisted magic to her: "Enjoy it well, your time is running out."

Amidst a series of eerie laughter, Xuanyuan Qingfeng drifted away and vanished.

"Assassin, there is an assassin."

"Master, what is wrong with you?"

A moment later, the servants and laborers of the Jin Mansion all swarmed over, flustered and chaotic.

"Call a doctor, quickly call a doctor here!"

"

Jin Lanting clutched his chest; that bout of stabbing pain grew increasingly intense, nearly causing him to faint from the agony. At the same time, a strand of white hair quietly appeared, and his vitality drained away.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng drifted out of the Jin Mansion, her smile suddenly fading, her expression indifferent yet faintly revealing sorrow, as she looked up at the crescent moon breaking through the dark clouds on the horizon and let out a low sigh.

"It is very dull."