Chapter 130: Jiang Yunchu of the Jiang family, the sunset fills the clouds with crimson

"Kill!" In an instant, Jiang Yunchu let out a great shout; the sound was like a heaven‑topping muffled thunder, like a trapped beast fighting.

Fish die, net torn!

"Quick!" Ning Chengyan heard the voice, his heart jumped with anxiety.

After all, it was a little late.

But…

He has come.

On this side, Jiang Yunchu wielding her Soft Sword rushed straight at Chen Ying; the sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, its angle tricky, each strike making the attack point hard to predict.

Chen Ying's three‑ringed broadsword kept falling, but Jiang Yunchu was like a loach, constantly shifting her position, so his strikes all landed on empty air.

"Boss!"

A skinny monkey joined in, his broken blade attacking over and over.

Jiang Yunchu stepped back a pace, her footwork constantly shifting, freeing herself from the sandbag's restraint, making her form much more agile.

When the skinny monkey blocked the rear path, Chen Ying attacked.

Jiang Yunchu slipped out like a shadow from the side, and a short blade appeared in her left palm.

"We won't meet again in the next life."

That cold, clear voice, like a demon from hell, seemed to hook the soul, to seize the spirit.

"Skinny monkey." Chen Ying stared wide‑eyed; this was his little brother, the child he had rescued.

All I saw was the skinny monkey clutching his neck, but the blood, like a gushing spring, flowed down his hands……

"Boss!" The skinny monkey finally knelt on the ground, then collapsed.

His eyes stared wide, full of worry as he looked toward Chen Ying, his mouth making a hoarse, panting sound.

"Rest in peace; I will send you brothers to be reunited."

Is she cold‑hearted?

As a mother, whoever hurts my child, I will fight them to the death.

What a laughable brotherly bond—who could truly empathize?

She, only hatred!

That skinny monkey widened his eyes, then his breathing slowly steadied, finally exhaling his last breath; his eyes remained wide open, dying without peace.

"Give back my brother's life!" Chen Ying's eyes turned blood‑red, he waved his broadsword, already bereft of reason.

But…

Those who lose their reason are not just him alone.

She, Jiang Yunchu, had long since gone mad.

Be it devil or demon, she cares not; she only wishes her daughter safe, only wishes her safe.

She is merely a four‑year‑old girl, merely a child—what has she done wrong?

These people all have the right to choose, but her child does not!

Whatever grudge, whatever assassination, they can all be directed at her.

But whoever harms her child, don't think of escaping unscathed.

Who!

None of you dare think otherwise!

"Get lost!" She kicked the person charging at her, sending him flying.

Though the bandits were many, few among them possessed martial skill.

Yet, one after another rushed forward; Jiang Yunchu, who had fought from the mountain base to the summit, was already spent like a crossbow at its limit, but she kept holding on, kept standing.

Because Yue Yue had not yet returned home safely.

"I will kill you!" Chen Ying's broadsword swung again and again.

Each time Jiang Yunchu dodged, she had expended great strength; with so many foes around, she seemed unable to finish them all.

At that moment, she seemed to hear a clear, ling‑like bell sound, just like her daughter's hair ornament.

The bell chimed repeatedly.

Unfortunately…

No.

"Yinling." Jiang Yunchu's eyes narrowed; sure enough, it was her.

Indeed, it was the red‑clad woman who danced on the pleasure boat, but that single glance—no one expected their reunion to be like this.

"Jiang Yunchu of the Jiang family, the sunset fills the clouds with crimson."

"Kang Ying has earned a good name."

In Yinling's smile lay jealousy, even hatred.

Mother…

"Although my mother can no longer hear, I thank you on her behalf for your praise." Jiang Yunchu's words fell, and then she threw the short blade from her hand.

Target, Yinling.

But…

Yinling laughed lightly, her body soft and boneless, weaving around Chen Ying as if dancing, and she dodged the short blade outright.

"Hahaha—don't waste your effort."

"You want to kill me?"

"You still need a few more years to grow; pity, your edge is too sharp." In Yinling's laugh lay mockery and a touch of smug satisfaction.

Jiang Yunchu smiled, looking at Chen Ying: "It seems you are not innocent."

Well...

When she moved her sword, she held nothing back.

Although, she had never held back before.

"Let's see the real skill beneath your hands." Jiang Yunchu's eyes narrowed slightly, and she gripped the hilt of her soft sword tightly.

A tremor ran through the soft sword, and she then attacked the person beside her, swiftly slicing their throat.

Holding back?

Not worth it!

"Seek death!" Chen Ying's three-ring greatsword rose swiftly.

Yin Ling, like a snake, continuously flung hidden weapons around Chen Ying.

The sound of that bell, as if imbued with some kind of magic, made those who heard it irritable and restless.

"Ah ya ya!" Chen Ying's greatsword fell.

This time, Jiang Yunchu truly had no strength left; wounds covered her whole body, making her look like a blood-soaked person. A deep gash on her cheek, inflicted by Yin Ling's hidden weapon, lingered.

Jiang Yunchu's poison, released twice, felled some; against those who were prepared and possessed strong inner strength, it had an effect, but not a great one.

"Skinny monkey, brother has avenged you!"

Chen Ying's three-ring greatsword came straight down.

All around were members of Ying Feng Zhai, and on one side, Yin Ling stared covetously.

Today, will she die here?

Jiang Yunchu looked around at everything; if she died, what would become of Yue Yue?

What about her son?

In her previous life, she was an orphan, unmarried, and childless.

In this life, she already has a pair of children; must they be taken away?

Heavens!

Just as the blade had descended, leaving only an arm's length.

Jiang Yunchu saw Chen Ying's ferocious face, saw Yin Ling's unconscious smile, and in her eyes it seemed she saw someone else's shadow.

Just then…

"Charge!" came an angry male shout.

And…

A handful of pink medicinal powder thrown by Jiang Yunchu!

The poison was useless; then…

Let's try this old lady's aphrodisiac.

She rolled, then slid past Chen Ying's side, directly escaping the encirclement.

Only the sounds of greatswords striking the ground remained.

Jiang Yunchu left the circle; now her head throbbed, and blood dripped from her fingertips, drop by drop.

That intense pain had already robbed her of consciousness.

"Come on!" Jiang Yunchu shouted loudly.

Her pallid lips, and her whole body red, which had been lake blue, as if dyed with red plum blossoms.

Now her lake-blue clothing had been soaked into red; that deep red, in this night, carried a touch of bewitching allure.