Chapter 545: Inside the Ruined Temple

Inside the ruined temple.

The atmosphere was slightly strange.

Upon hearing Yan Ying's words, Pojun's face turned livid, his body trembled slightly, the ground beneath his feet shattered in layers, and his fists were tightly clenched. Within that gaze, already filled with baleful energy, flickered flames—a rage capable of incinerating everything.

Yu Liancheng glanced at Pojun with curiosity.

Not to mention that he and Yan Ying currently had no relationship whatsoever, even if they did, the true aggrieved party should be Nie Renwang; why the hell are you, Pojun, getting so worked up?

But Pojun was indeed very worked up, and very angry.

He hated this feeling of being abandoned by others, and he also hated this feeling of being surpassed by others.

It was precisely because he was inferior to Wuming in swordsmanship back then that Pojun was driven to commit the act of harming Wuming's wife.

This is a madman!

A despicable, murderous madman.

Pojun spat out the words, almost through gritted teeth: "Yan Ying, you don't choose me, you choose this pretty boy?!"

Yan Ying's voice was very moving, yet incomparably cold: "His appearance is better than yours, his reputation is greater than yours, and his martial arts are higher than yours; why should I choose you instead of him?"

According to the original path, Yan Ying, due to her disappointment in Nie Renwang, would eventually choose to fly off and live together with Pojun.

But Yan Ying only loved Pojun's power; when a better choice appeared before her, she would only choose to serve a stronger man.

Yu Liancheng's appearance could not compare to Murong Tonghuang projected from "Snow Sword Stride," but he was still handsome and elegant, and his temperament was even more extraordinary. And he could snatch the weapon of the South Unicorn Sword Master in a single move; his martial arts could be called the absolute peak of the current age.

And after Yu Liancheng left the Nie household, Nie Renwang asked Duan Shuai what was meant by "the terror of the terrified," and as Duan Shuai explained it to him, Yan Ying listened from the side, her beautiful eyes shining.

Nowadays, the reputation of "the terror of the terrified" surpassed that of any other martial artist in the world.

Yu Liancheng looked at the two of them with a smile.

Especially when looking at Yan Ying, his eyes carried a trace of amusement.

Without a doubt, he liked bad women, especially beautiful bad women.

Because to deal with such women, there is no need to talk about love; you only need to be strong enough. They will naturally do their utmost to serve you and satisfy you, such as Shangguan Feiyan, Young Master Xiao...

It is just that, unlike Shangguan Feiyan, Young Master Xiao, and the others, these women possess extraordinary martial arts and are quite ambitious.

And Yan Ying is just an exquisite vase, without any ambition, only wanting to enjoy power and glory; the thing she is best at is serving men.

Pojun suddenly revealed a cold sneer, baleful energy surging: "You really are a bitch, you can fall for any man. But there is one kind of man you will never like..."

"Oh?"

Yan Ying kept a cold face, yet she still appeared full of charm.

"A dead man."

Pojun's eyes brimmed with killing intent, and the entire ruined temple was instantly filled with an unspeakable, murderous atmosphere. For a time, the clouds were gloomy and miserable; the insects and ants that had been crawling around the temple were all lying dormant, terrified and uneasy.

"Brat, draw your weapon."

Pojun slowly drew the saber and sword from his back.

And as the saber and sword left their sheaths, that killing intent grew even more intense, as if substantial, making Pojun himself resemble a murderous beast.

Yu Liancheng's expression remained indifferent, and he said slowly: "This woman has nothing to do with you; if I were you, I would definitely run as far away as possible right now."

"Heh, just because of you, you think you are worthy of making me, Pojun, run away?" Pojun sneered, closing in step by step.

"If you must make a move, then I can only remind you of one thing: I also use a sword, and my attainments are not below those of Wuming." Yu Liancheng sighed.

Yan Ying looked at Yu Liancheng, her beautiful eyes filled with a trace of doubt.

Yu Liancheng claimed to use a sword, but there was no sword in front of him.

"Die!"

Pojun stopped wasting words, his figure suddenly flipping and flying, dragging out more than a dozen afterimages with high-level movement techniques, saber and sword striking out together, all of them sinister, lethal moves.

The light of the saber and the shadow of the sword intertwined, paving a dense, sharp net of Qi, as if a beast had opened its fangs, intending to swallow Yu Liancheng whole.

But Yu Liancheng remained completely motionless, as if he had been scared silly.

Clang!

A sound of weapons colliding rang out, sparks bloomed, and the saber light and sword shadows simultaneously shattered.

Pojun's figure stopped abruptly, and on that face filled with baleful energy, a look of astonishment could not help but appear.

Yan Ying covered her cherry lips with her small hand, her beautiful eyes also filled with surprise.

Previously, Yu Liancheng said he also used a sword, but he only had the Snow Drink Saber in front of him.

And now, Pojun had seen Yu Liancheng's sword, and Yan Ying had also seen his sword.

——Yu Liancheng's sword was in Pojun's hand.

The sword in Pojun's left hand was currently intercepting the attack of the saber in his right hand.

It turned out that just a moment before he was about to pierce Yu Liancheng, the sword in Pojun's hand had become uncontrollable, unexpectedly cutting across the air, which resulted in the current situation.

"I use a sword."

Yu Liancheng sat cross-legged in the ruined temple, his whole person like mist, empty and illusory, ethereal and unpredictable. And now, he added a sharp Sword Intent that pressed against one's brows.

A peerless swordsman, even if there is no sword in his palm, even if the sword has not left its sheath, that kind of sharp Sword Qi can still be clearly felt.

Especially when Yu Liancheng opened his mouth to speak, Pojun felt even more Sword Qi pressing in on him; every word seemed sharper than a sword, pricking his skin with the sensation of being needled.

"My sword is everywhere."

This was a very difficult sentence to understand; Yan Ying could not understand it, but Pojun came from the Sword Sect, and coupled with witnessing the "betrayal" of the sword in his hand, he understood.

——The sword is in harmony with the person, and the person is in harmony with Heaven. As long as Yu Liancheng is willing, all things in the world, every flower and every blade of grass, are his sword.

From a certain perspective, this had already reached the supreme realm of Sword Dao—the Heavenly Sword.

Although this realm was piled up by the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm.

"Your sword is my sword."

Yu Liancheng spoke again.

With a "hum," Pojun's sword trembled in his palm, impossible to control, and flew from his hand. The sword light turned and stabbed toward its original owner.

Pojun hurriedly used his blade to resist. With a "clang," he felt a massive force transmit through it, was knocked back two steps by his own sword, and his heart was filled with even greater terror.

"The blade is also a sword." Another voice rang out, flat and calm, seemingly devoid of a shred of emotion.

The blade in Pojun's hand suddenly turned, using the blade as a sword technique, ethereal and drifting, with Sword Qi cascading down as if arriving from beyond the heavens.

With a "rip," a gash was already torn into the clothes on Pojun's chest, flesh turned outward, and blood dripped down.

"Damn it! Who exactly are you?"

Pojun's face was pale, and his heart felt heavy. He felt the opponent's aura becoming increasingly vast and sharp, as if a ten-thousand-foot Jian Yue had risen from the ground, suppressing his mind until even thinking became difficult.

He came from the Sword Sect, his talent was extraordinary, and he had seen countless experts in his life, having only suffered losses at the hands of Wuming. But the height of this person's realm and the depth of his cultivation were the greatest he had ever seen in his life.

"I am 'me'." Yu Liancheng's face seemed to always carry a faint smile, yet Pojun felt the entire dilapidated temple was being filled with Sword Intent, growing stronger and stronger.

"You want to see my sword, so I will let you see enough of it."

"A sword is a sword, a blade is a sword, a brick is a sword, grass is a sword, a pillar is a sword, a window is a sword..."

As each "sword" word was spat out from Yu Liancheng's mouth, the entire dilapidated temple began to radiate strands of sharp Sword Qi; there was no place that was not a sword. Endless Sword Intent surged out like a tide, like a gale, as if it could slaughter all things and dominate the common people.

Amidst the surging Sword Intent, the air wall supported by Pojun's vigorous True Qi shattered with a bang. His clothes began to be shredded by strands of fine Sword Qi, and his skin, exposed to the Sword Qi, developed lines of fine sword marks as blood welled up.

A moment later, his entire body was stained with blood.

"You, who exactly are you? No, you are not human at all!?"

Pojun looked at the man in black before him, his scalp tingling, and a chill surged from the soles of his feet, shooting straight to his heart.

With his cultivation, he had roamed the world and rarely met an opponent. Yet in front of Yu Liancheng, he could not feel a shred of security.

"I am terror! The terror of panic!"

Yu Liancheng looked up, his eyes as deep as the starry sky on a midsummer night.

Pojun's gaze met his eyes, and his body trembled instantly. He felt as if Yu Liancheng's eyes had transformed into two massive black whirlpools, and a tremendous suction force surged from them, wanting to swallow the entire world. Pojun was no exception; he felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless whirlpool, falling and falling.

Suddenly, Pojun bit his tongue hard, and his eyes regained clarity.

This fellow was a seasoned killer with a firm will, and he temporarily pulled his mind out of the whirlpool, but his courage had already been shattered.

This was absolutely not a human.

How could a human possess such terrifying methods!

Escape! Escape! Escape!

Pojun's figure shot up from the ground, slammed through the window, and burst into the torrential rain.

Yu Liancheng did not pursue; he looked out the window and said calmly.

"Rain is also a sword."

Rain is a sword; the sky full of rain is a sky full of swords.

The rain plummeted from the sky, revealing a sharp intent, covering everything in an all-encompassing manner.

Even the person with the most brilliant movement technique could not avoid getting wet in a torrential rain, and no one could escape from such dense Sword Intent.

"Ahhh!

"

Amidst the torrential rain curtain, a series of shrill screams and wails rang out. The sound grew fainter and fainter, finally drowned out by the sound of the downpour.

Witnessing everything, Yan Ying was stunned and lost in thought. In her eyes, Yu Liancheng had only moved his lips a few times, and Pojun had become a blood gourd, terrified into fleeing through the window. Then, he seemed to have met with misfortune, his life or death unknown.

Without a doubt, this was truly an unfathomable peerless expert, like a God or a Demon.

And as long as one could cling to such a figure, would there be any fear of not enjoying glory, wealth, fine clothes, and the admiration of ten thousand people?

"Madam Nie, why do you seek me?" Yu Liancheng looked at Yan Ying with a smile. His pair of eyes were incomparably deep, as if they could pierce through all mysteries.

Under this pair of eyes, Yan Ying felt as if she were naked, and she could not help but tremble slightly.

But soon, a sweet smile bloomed on the corner of this peerless beauty's mouth, and her beautiful eyes rippled: "Duan Shuai was the Southern Unicorn Sword Chief, invincible for half his life. Pojun is already a rare expert in the world, but in front of you, they couldn't even last a single round."

"You can be more direct," Yu Liancheng said with a smile.

"You can call me 'Ying'." Yan Ying revealed a charming and languid smile, trying her best to display her most moving side: "A peerless expert like you naturally needs a peerless beauty to match, doesn't he?"

Yu Liancheng looked up at her and said calmly: "So, are you seducing me?"

Swept by his gaze, Yan Ying could not help but tremble slightly.

Could a figure like a God or Demon really be conquered by beauty? Her original confidence, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, melted away. For a moment, she was actually somewhat at a loss: "I, I wouldn't dare?! How could someone like Young Master Yu be easily seduced?"

Yu Liancheng suddenly bloomed with a smile: "If you don't try to seduce me, how would you know I'm not easy to seduce?"

Yan Ying was startled, then immediately revealed a soul-stirring smile: "Yan Ying understands."

As the words fell, she walked gracefully toward Yu Liancheng, swaying with charm.

In the eyes of many men, the most fascinating woman walks with the languidness of a cat, with a bit of unbridled lightness in her grace, especially the sway of her waist, which must be just right to be sufficiently sexy.

Without a doubt, Yan Ying achieved this.

Amidst a cloud of fragrance, Yan Ying had already fallen into Yu Liancheng's arms.

This woman had a faint fragrance on her, as if mixed from a hundred flowers, which could subtly stir human desire; clearly, she had prepared before coming.

That perfect, hot, and flawless body twisted slightly in Yu Liancheng's arms, and her bright, charming face was enough to drive any man crazy.

Furthermore, this woman was most skilled at serving others.

Just as Yu Liancheng said, he was indeed a person who was easy to seduce, especially when facing a peerless beauty.

Thus, he stopped speaking and simply wrapped his arms around Yan Ying's waist.

The rain fell for the entire night.

In the dilapidated temple, Yu Liancheng had already tidied his clothes, his whole person carrying the radiance of a saint. It was as if a God had descended to the world, shining upon all living beings.

Yan Ying also changed into a set of brand-new clothes, which Yu Liancheng had taken out from his Storage Space.

If it were not for this, Yan Ying would now have nothing but a tattered silk skirt to wear.

No, if one thinks about it carefully, this half-hidden, half-revealed glimpse of spring seems even more heart-stirring.

I was careless.

Yan Ying's lustrous face still bore a flush as she lay languidly and powerlessly in Yu Liancheng's arms: "Yu, I am now your person; I hope you will treat me well from here on."

Yu Liancheng could not be bothered to speak; he knew very well what kind of woman Yan Ying was, and that the other party merely wanted to obtain power and wealth through him.

And Yu Liancheng was not much better; to him, Yan Ying was nothing more than a beautiful vase.

Everyone takes what they need; to make solemn vows after a single night of romance—do you take me for a fool?

These are words only Nie Renwang could believe.

"I am leaving; will you follow me?"

Yu Liancheng said indifferently.

"Of course." Yan Ying's tone was filled with infinite tenderness and charm.

"Do you want to go home and see Nie Feng and Nie Renwang?"

Yan Ying was silent for a moment.

"No need."

"What a heartless woman." Yu Liancheng pinched Yan Ying's chin: "Then prepare yourself and come with me to West Lake for a trip. Also, the address 'Yu' is truly a bit nauseating; change it."

Yan Ying's beautiful eyes rippled: "Then what should I call you?"

"Call me 'Master'."

In the slightly chilly morning breeze, Yu Liancheng's voice, tinged with a bit of wicked humor, drifted over.

This woman serves him with all her heart and satisfies him, and he gives the woman the glory, wealth, gold, and silver treasures she seeks; this is a very fair trade.

A vase is always a vase.

But this vase is indeed very good-looking and very pleasing to the eye.

And she is also very good at serving people.