Chapter 468: Never Show Mercy (Two-in-One)

A sharp sword!

Sharp eyes!

Precise and elegant!

Watch the sword!

Ha!

And then, there was no "then" for the furious sword maiden.

Neither Ren Yidao nor Mo Yushuang had failed to notice this furious woman flying toward them in advance.

Mo Yushuang had originally frowned and intended to strike, but at a signal from Ren Yidao's eyes, she withdrew her palm and continued to tell the story of Yuqing Villa.

Ren Yidao did not even turn his head; he tilted his body slightly, reached back with one hand, and directly controlled Li Qiushui, pulling her straight into his embrace.

!!!

And just as Li Qiushui was about to struggle, the sword in her hand was also easily snatched away by Ren Yidao...

Oh, wait.

It wasn't that Ren Yidao snatched the sword; it was that the sword had actively rushed into his hand.

Ren Yidao could not hear the excited voice of the Sanlu Sword and only felt that he had an overly enthusiastic "lick-dog" sword in his palm, but Li Qiushui could hear it clearly.

【I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!】

The ecstatic voice of the Sanlu Sword made a few black lines uncontrollably drop down her forehead.

You traitorous sword!

How could you defect to him!!!

But the Sanlu Sword clearly ignored her uninteresting questioning, happily trembling in Ren Yidao's hand and making a click-clack sound.

Click.

Ren Yidao found the Sanlu Sword a bit noisy, pressed it back into its scabbard, released the hand that had been holding Li Qiushui's shoulder with his other hand, and without further ado, pressed her down to sit beside him.

Li Qiushui unnaturally wanted to struggle, but she couldn't pull herself away at all; she only felt that although Ren Yidao clearly wasn't using force, she couldn't exert any strength herself—the gap in power between the two was simply too great.

Unconvinced, she wanted to use her Dharma Power, but she heard Ren Yidao's gentle voice transmission:

"Shh..."

"Don't make a fuss. Listen to Senior Mo finish first. She is a sword practitioner of the Wuxiang Realm; you might also gain some insight."

A sword practitioner!

This sentence made Li Qiushui suddenly quiet down. She could no longer be bothered by Ren Yidao's hand movements; only then did she look properly at Mo Yushuang and notice the sword in her hand.

!!!

Li Qiushui noticed one thing.

From beginning to end, she had not sensed the sword in the other party's hand; that sword had not reacted at all to her appearance.

This was the first time Li Qiushui had encountered such a situation.

This meant that this was a sword that recognized only Mo Yushuang as its master, one that turned a blind eye even to a Sword Spirit Body.

To be able to have such a profound connection with a blade, one could imagine how much effort was required.

Such a discovery made Li Qiushui's expression turn respectful. She bowed her head to Mo Yushuang to apologize for her earlier recklessness.

She had just thought it was some "fish-stealing cat" from somewhere, but it turned out to be a sword practitioner who had poured her heart into the sword; she had truly wronged the other party.

Mo Yushuang did not mind this small interlude and, after shaking her head slightly, continued to tell her story.

"The previous Patriarch of Yuqing Villa was surnamed Mo, named Mo Huarong. He was only a small cultivator at the Golden Core Late Stage, though that was already considered a famous cultivator where we were."

"This Villa Master Mo, he was your..."

"Maternal grandfather. My father married into the family, so I took my mother's surname." Mo Yushuang nodded and said softly, "But the two of them had a good relationship; they were always very loving for as long as I can remember."

When speaking of these things, Mo Yushuang's expression looked much softer, and even those sharp eyes seemed somewhat gentle after being lowered.

"Before meeting my mother, my father was a sword practitioner wandering the world, occasionally taking on tasks from the government to capture thieves. His strength wasn't high, but he was somewhat famous where we were, which is why my maternal grandfather was willing to marry my mother to him."

"When I was five, my father gave me the sword he used to use and began to teach me how to use a sword."

She gripped the sword in her hand tightly, her eyes full of tenderness.

"From that day on, my once-gentle father suddenly became strict, and my mother would only watch from the side, never stopping him, only applying medicine for me after the training ended."

"Father said it was so that I would have the means to protect myself after they were no longer around."

"At that time, I was too young to understand why they would leave me, and I only felt he was making excuses."

Mo Yushuang recounted, but she was not just telling the young man and woman before her; she was speaking to herself, recalling the beautiful times of the past.

Her narration and description were not exquisite or detailed, but those somewhat messy words, the small things she remembered one by one, and those sincere emotions made Ren Yidao and Li Qiushui immerse themselves in her feelings, as if they had experienced it along with her.

"If that time could have continued forever, perhaps everything would be completely different now..." After speaking for a long time, Mo Yushuang's voice gradually lowered, and the aura on her body also gradually changed, becoming sharp and icy.

"It is just a pity that someone destroyed all of this."

"That day, a Demon cultivator came to Yuqing Villa and killed everyone in the villa. I escaped disaster because I had gone to play in the city with a servant."

"He had no grudge against us; it was just that he happened to need to refine a Blood Soul Seal to break through his cultivation bottleneck at that time and lacked some resentful souls, so he slaughtered a few families on the spot to gather materials."

"Just because of such a reason, at the age of ten, I went from being the daughter of a wealthy family with a harmonious household to an orphan burdened with a blood feud."

"Heh... I didn't expect that my father's words back then would actually come true."

Li Qiushui pursed her lips. She hadn't expected to hear such a tragic story. She looked to her side with some unease; they had heard enough, and there was no need to dig any deeper—it would only tear open Mo Yushuang's wounds.

But Ren Yidao ignored her eye signals and instead took the initiative to ask.

"And then? What was the fate of that Demon cultivator?"

Hey!

Li Qiushui grabbed at Ren Yidao's sleeve, wanting to stop his rude behavior, but it was intercepted halfway by him and held in his hand.

Li Qiushui:!!?

"That Demon cultivator was quickly wanted by the Imperial Court. By the end of autumn the following year, his head was delivered before me. After one glance, it was sent to the next family to continue comforting the departed..." Mo Yushuang was unexpectedly calm, contrary to Li Qiushui's expectations, speaking lightly without much fluctuation in her tone.

"But what use is it that he died? Father, Mother, Grandfather, Grandmother—they can no longer return to my side. I remain alone in this world."

"If he had died a little later, I would still have had the motivation for revenge to continue cultivating, but he died too early. Before I even had the chance to take revenge, he was already dead."

"Died... completely worthless."

The final words were spoken in an extremely low voice; it was difficult for outsiders to discern the emotions contained within.

This sorrow, this hatred—aside from Mo Yushuang knowing it in her heart, outsiders had no way of knowing.

Ren Yidao nodded, choosing not to delve deeper into this topic, and continued to ask: "What about after that? Did you just wander the pugilistic world after your great revenge was fulfilled?"

"Later, in order to repay a debt of gratitude, I worked hard to practice the sword. At the age of twenty, I became a lackey of the Imperial Court."

Oh?

Ren Yidao raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively.

"A Blade Catcher?"

"That's right, a Blade Catcher who apprehends sect rebels." Mo Yushuang looked quietly at the youth before her and said slowly: "Gold Blade, Mo Yushuang."

Ho?

It's a cop!

And a top cop at that.

Ren Yidao did not know much about Blade Catchers, but he knew they were divided into three ranks: Gold, Silver, and Copper. They were not ranked by strength, but accumulated bit by bit through individual merit.

A Gold Blade was not necessarily the strongest among the Blade Catchers, but they were definitely the most passionate about hunting criminals and possessed the strongest investigative abilities.

Since the founding of the Northern Qian Dynasty, there had only been nine Gold Blades in total, and now there were only two—even rarer than a Great General.

This was truly interesting. Who would have thought that among the Heaven Realm contestants in the Immortal Sect Grand Competition, there would be a Blade Catcher whose mission was to apprehend sect rebels, and a Gold Blade one at that?

It could be said that this identity as an Imperial Court lackey was naturally at odds with people from the sects.

Thinking about it, Ying Tengjiao and the others must not have been aware of this, otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to treat her as a target for recruitment.

Truly interesting.

However, since she is a Blade Catcher.

"One more question, that Demon cultivator's sect of origin..."

"Heh."

Mo Yushuang gave a cold smile, a flash of gratification crossing her eyes, though it was mostly indifference.

"To be able to cultivate such a Demon cultivator, that sect was naturally a Demon sect as well. It was ordered to be exterminated by the Imperial Court many years ago. However, I did not participate in the extermination itself; I only had my subordinates lead the team to wipe them out after receiving the order."

"Oh, I see. That is truly gratifying to the people."

It sounded compliant and legal, but whether there were any unknown inside stories in the specific operation had nothing to do with Huhu.

Seeing that Ren Yidao tactfully did not ask any further, Mo Yushuang nodded, stood up directly, and looked down at the youth sitting cross-legged.

"Ren Yidao, others may not know your identity, but I am clear on it."

Ying Tengjiao and the others did not recognize Ren Yidao, but Mo Yushuang, as a member of the Beiqian Dynasty, knew his identity very well and was intimately familiar with his deeds.

"I am telling you so much today because I want to tell you one thing."

"I am determined to see the revival of my sect. I must use this opportunity of the Immortal Sect Grand Competition to let the world know the name of my Yuqing Villa."

"If we face each other on the arena later, regardless of whether you are the Emperor's sworn brother or the World Walker of the Divine Path Sect, I will have no hesitations or mercy."

The knight's eyes were like swords, fiercely piercing the youth sitting leisurely on the ground, but it had no deterrent effect, being ignored by him as if it were a breeze brushing his face.

"That is only natural~ Fellow Daoist Mo, oh, or should I say Villa Master Mo?" The youth did not stand up, but just cupped his hands in a casual manner, "You may go ahead and do as you please; please do not have any hesitations."

Mo Yushuang looked at him for a long time, finally nodded slowly, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

But before Mo Yushuang had walked very far, her footsteps stopped. She looked back at Ren Yidao and spoke indifferently: "Additionally, have the Divine Path Sect keep a close watch on your Senior Sister. I do not know what tacit understanding exists between the Divine Path Sect and the Imperial Court, and I do not wish to know."

"I do not care what identity she has, but if she ever goes out to cause trouble, at that time, perhaps the Imperial Court will spare her... but I certainly will not show mercy."

The youth, who had been smiling all along and seemed indifferent to everything, suddenly frowned.

The moment he frowned, his entire aura changed explosively.

Hm?

Not only Mo Yushuang before him, but even Gongye Dachang, who was chatting secretly with his wife in the distance, had his brow twitch, his gaze falling upon Ren Yidao's back.

"This kid... such a powerful aura! Was he hiding it before?"

Gongye Dachang only sensed a trace that had leaked out, but Mo Yushuang bore the full brunt of Ren Yidao's aura.

Clang—

The blade in her embrace unsheathed by half an inch, and her right hand had already gripped the hilt. If there were any further movement, Mo Yushuang would strike immediately.

Dangerous.

Extremely dangerous!

Over the years, Mo Yushuang had encountered countless demons and evil cultivators, experiencing all kinds of Evil Qi and killing intent.

However, she had never encountered such a powerful aura.

She even felt as if she were seeing a titan of the Demonic path who had been famous for many years!

He was clearly just sitting there, slightly frowning, yet it gave Mo Yushuang an illusion.

Violent like a demon, vast like an immortal, grand like a god.

Three different auras were blended together, forming an extremely bizarre momentum.

He was clearly just a kid who had just entered the Void Refining Realm; why would he give her such a sense of deterrence?

This feeling of facing a god... is it a technique of the Divine Path Sect?

And why would he have such a huge reaction at this time?

"So, that woman... is she his untouchable forbidden treasure?"

But before Mo Yushuang could prepare to counterattack, Ren Yidao's aura quickly subsided on its own.

"……Hmm, many thanks to Fellow Daoist Mo for the reminder."

Ren Yidao relaxed his furrowed brows, his expression no longer serious, and he gave Mo Yushuang a light smile.

"However, I must still say one thing: my Senior Sister, she is actually very well-behaved and would never run around recklessly on her own. All these years, she has been devoted to fasting and chanting scriptures within the sect, striving to resolve the karmic obstacles upon her as soon as possible."

His voice was full of sincerity and his expression was earnest, yet there was not a hint of a smile in his eyes; his entire person was filled with a discordant sense of strangeness.

"……If that is the case, then that is naturally very good."

Mo Yushuang was silent for a moment, nodded, and then, for some reason, turned her head to look at the silent Li Qiushui, "Young person, I do not know the relationship between you two, but I would like to give you a reminder."

Li Qiushui had previously been shaken by the aura Ren Yidao released when he couldn't control himself, but she was protected in time by the Sanlu Sword and was not harmed.

At this moment, she raised her head in some confusion; the two had not had much communication from beginning to end, and she did not know what Mo Yushuang could have to say to her.

"Cherish the person before you."

Mo Yushuang said these words without any warning, then offered no further explanation, simply tightened her grip on the Long Sword in her hand and turned to leave.

Ren Yidao: Hm?

Li Qiushui:???

"You, wait a moment!" After being stunned for a moment, Li Qiushui asked in pursuit, "What do you mean by that!?"

Mo Yushuang did not look back; only her voice, containing emotions unknown, reached the ears of the two.

"No matter how good a sword is, it is ultimately no match for the person before you."