Chapter 1775

"You go ahead," Ye Pu Song said faintly, seemingly unwilling to discuss the matter further, then lay back down.

Ye Pu Haichuan stood up: "Then, Master, rest well. Should anything happen, I will contact you immediately."

"Mm."

Ye Pu Song slowly closed his eyes.

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Ye Pu Xue sat in her room, silently gazing at the night sky outside the window.

The moon hid behind clouds, the stars sparse, as if they might vanish at any moment.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

"Miss, your performance over this period has been excellent."

At that moment, a figure stepped out from the darkness beside her and spoke.

He wore black robes, appearing like a shadow concealed within the dark.

"My lord," Ye Pu Xue bowed deeply in respect.

"No need for formalities," the black shadow chuckled, his voice hoarse and tinged with menace: "I know all about Haichuan's death."

"My lord, I will personally avenge Haichuan," Ye Pu Xue's eyes flickered with venomous hatred: "Even if I must sacrifice my life, I will not hesitate."

"Good, then go," the shadow waved his hand and turned away.

He seemed unconcerned with whether Ye Pu Haichuan lived or died.

"My lord, I will avenge Haichuan," Ye Pu Xue clenched her fists, her eyes filled with resolute determination.

She had embarked on a path with no return.

Of course, because Ye Pu Xue's talent was exceptional, Ye Pu Song had taken her as his only disciple, and he had once said that her aptitude was no less than his own.

Yet Ye Pu Song also admitted that he chose to take Ye Pu Xue as his disciple partly because he foresaw her future potential.

After all, Ye Pu Xue was the most gifted disciple Ye Pu Island had seen in centuries; if nurtured further, her future would be limitless!

At this moment, Ye Pu Song had just fallen asleep, a faint smile on his lips, as if dreaming, murmuring softly: "Amitabha, good, good…"

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In Ye Pu Xue's view, the outcome of tonight's contest was already certain, so she did not observe Ximen Wudi's sword techniques, but sat cross-legged on her bed and began her breathing exercises.

One wisp after another of white mist drifted out from her nostrils.

In Ye Pu Xue's view, the spiritual energy in this forest was extremely abundant—even surpassing Mount Cuisong.

In such an environment, the efficiency of practicing Wu Gong increased significantly.

But when Ye Pu Xue activated her inner energy and absorbed the spiritual energy, she suddenly felt severe chest tightness.

Thud.

She spat a mouthful of blood, then clutched her chest and coughed violently.

"This spiritual energy is tainted," Ye Pu Xue wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes darkening with even greater venom: "Who are these people!"

"All these years, their vile habits have never changed," Ye Pu Song said.

"Master, what should we do?" The other six senior brothers gathered around.

"We can't delay any longer," Ye Pu Song said: "I have little time left. You're not fools—you all know that once I die, Ye Pu Island will be leaderless, and at that moment, the foundation of Ye Pu Mountain will be destroyed!"

"So we absolutely cannot let this happen," Ye Pu Haichuan gritted his teeth, clenching his fists.

"Yes, we will not allow such a thing to occur."

"So this time, all of you, pay attention—don't disgrace your Master," Ye Pu Song said coldly. "Remember, use every trick you have to crush Ximen Wudi utterly, and let the entire martial world know the might of Ye Pu Island!"

"Yes!" Ye Pu Song and his five disciples roared in unison!

Their eyes blazed with determination!

"I will use this sword to show Ximen Wudi the fate of those who defy Ye Pu Island!"

Ye Pu Haichuan spoke, extending one palm to grasp the iron box on his back.

"I can't wait," Ye Pu Haichuan stared at his Master: "Master, heal yourself first—I'll go reattach Haichuan's severed arm!"

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On Mount Cuisong, the light in one of the guest rooms had long been extinguished.

Beneath the pitch-black night, dark glimmers shot through the mountains, all heading toward the same target.

"Are we going to kill Ximen Wudi?" Three black-clad figures walked through the night—a man, a man, and a woman.

"No, Ximen Wudi's identity is extraordinary—we must be cautious," one black-clad figure mused.

"We could have struck by surprise, but that's too risky and might expose us," another said.

"Correct. Then we must strike with one fatal blow," the woman said coldly: "I want to see Ximen Wudi die with my own eyes."

"But that boy is already on guard—if we want to kill him, it won't be easy," the black-clad man frowned.

"I know. Then let me handle it—my blade technique is more than just speed and cunning; in certain aspects, it is even fiercer and more dominant than the spear!" With that, the woman leapt upward, transforming into a swirl of black smoke, hurtling toward the courtyard where Ximen Wudi resided!

Behind her, two men followed closely behind!

In the darkness, the three black-clad figures moved with blinding speed toward the rooftop where Ximen Wudi slept!

"Our chance has come."

The three halted, waiting for the black-clad woman's command.

They were drawing ever closer to their target.

"All orders follow Young Lady's instructions," the lead black-clad man said.

"Good! Move!"

A flash of cold light suddenly erupted, stabbing the eyes of everyone present!

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Just as the black-clad man's blade was about to slash Ximen Wudi's shoulder, Ximen Wudi suddenly raised his head, a thick wariness surfacing in his eyes!

Swish!

Ximen Wudi flipped his wrist, and the Tang saber leapt from its sheath!

A ringing clang!

1678 Deep, Heavy Danger

1678 Deep, Heavy Danger

Ximen Wudi's Tang saber struck the black-clad man's blade with pinpoint precision!

That ringing clash made their eardrums buzz!

And by the bright moonlight, they clearly saw Ximen Wudi's profile!

It was a strikingly three-dimensional, handsome face!

"So handsome."

They could not help but sigh admiringly in their hearts.

Yet at this moment, Ximen Wudi had not the slightest desire to appreciate beauty; instead, he felt a deep, grave danger!

Because at that instant, a long saber had already torn through the night, sweeping in from an oblique angle!

Although Ximen Wudi desperately wanted to counter, the enemy came far too fast; he dropped his stance low, barely dodging that fatal strike!

But the blade of that long saber still left a deep gash of blood on Ximen Wudi's arm!

That wound looked horrifying, but in truth it was not that serious—because, in the instant Ximen Wudi lowered his head, a brilliant spray of blood burst forth!

Fresh blood splashed up, dyeing the bright moonlight red!

"How vicious!" Ximen Wudi roared angrily.

This black-clad man who had ambushed him was like a ghost—appearing without a sound, then unleashing a thunderous strike!

"Heh." The black-clad man gave a contemptuous, mocking laugh: "That hurts already? Then next I'll chop off your neck."

Having said that, he pounced again!

The other four black-clad men had also already charged up near Ximen Wudi!

"Where on earth did these people spring from!"

Ximen Wudi howled in his heart.

Yet at that moment, his body tilted and he toppled to one side.