His back felt vaguely cold; if Ninghai Zen dropped the ball at a critical mont, he would be like soone making a nest to feed the big fish.
The noisy cries from the night wind drifted into everyone's ears.
"Madman! Where did this madman co from!"
"Killing at sight without asking for nas!"
"We're all living off Hidden Pavilion, why make things difficult for our own people!"
"Jing Wuming, never heard of him..."
Bai Qi's eyes twitched; how did his master use the na he intended for himself?
Indeed, this is roaming the Jianghu, with countless aliases.
Should he call himself "Jing Wubing" or "Jing Wuli"?
Or perhaps "Gongsun Wulong"?
As the na Jing Wuming resonated, it was as if a giant scythe swept through, taking away figures in the forest.
Both banks of the river quickly returned to tranquility, silent as a grave.
Only the piercing pain lingering in Bai Qi's heart hadn't dissipated; he lowered his eyelids:
"Has the big fish not taken the bait yet?"
...
...
"Uncle Luo, soone is stirring up trouble."
On a high slope, a young woman on a wooden wheelchair gently parted her cherry lips.
She was born with leg disabilities, not to ntion being blind in both eyes, yet her hearing was exceptionally keen.
The words floating in the wind were accurately pieced together into complete information.
"That Bai ca prepared, using himself as bait, invited a Third Training Divine Archer as a bodyguard, with a minorly accomplished Lei Xiong beside him.
Unless a master who has refined acupoints and is willing to take this bounty shows up, he's difficult to kill."
Straight-backed, full of silver hair, yet the man's face was extrely ruddy, as he opened an umbrella and silently stood behind the wheelchair.
With every breath, it seed as though boisterous thunder rolled through his body, constantly shaking flesh and blood.
This is the manifestation of starting to cultivate the organs.
"Uncle Luo doesn't intend to make a move?"
The young woman wore an expression of sorrow.
"I am confident in capturing that Divine Archer within thirty breaths, kill him, then board the ship within fifty breaths and chop off that brat's head, while easily taking down Lei Xiong."
The man in luxurious attire sighed deeply and shook his head:
"But I won't have eighty breaths, miss. A top-notch Fourth Training master, giving their all, can cross twenty miles in no more than half that ti.
Moreover, that Bai brat clearly set up a trap, it's completely unwise for us to bite the bait voluntarily."
The young woman pressed her lips tightly, no longer speaking, but the sorrow on her fair, gentle face intensified.
The man in luxurious attire noticed, his eyebrows furrowed:
"Miss, let's go back. Killing Ninghai Zen's disciple can't alleviate anger.
Once I make further arrangents and gather many senior brothers within the sect, we will undoubtedly eradicate this scourge, in mory of Su family's eighty-seven souls!"
The young woman appeared frail, relying on the wheelchair, her legs covered with a thick blanket; her slender body resembled a dried flower branch at risk of being snapped by the wind.
Even with the umbrella shielding her, her gown was still drenched.
"Uncle Luo is now esteed as an Inner Sect Disciple of ridian Sword Sect and has accepted true transmission as his master, with bright prospects.
It is Wan'Er's fault; I shouldn't have dragged you into Su family's muddy waters."
The man in luxurious attire chuckled bitterly:
"Miss, don't speak angrily; if not for Su family's master granting a al and introducing to Celestial Water Prefecture's path, how would Zhao Peng be here today?
The old master treated as his own, and Su family's imnse kindness to has not been forgotten for a single day."
The leg-disabled, blind Su Wan'Er bowed her head:
"My father, elder brother, third brother, and many uncles all died at that fiend's hands. Over the years, Uncle Luo never neglected Wan'Er, placed in a grand mansion in Celestial Water Prefecture, with silk-clad and rich als, ticulously served.
But every night I wake from nightmares, terrified to sleep. My father desperately calls 'Run!' My elder brother falls before , blood flooding everywhere... Wan'Er grieves why I couldn't practice martial arts, or cultivate, leaving as a useless person."
Two lines of tears quietly fell, soaking into the thick blanket, slowly disappearing without a trace.
Seeing Su Wan'Er in such a state, Luo Zhaopeng couldn't help but feel his heart ache. He had grown up in Su family and only left at twenty to join the prestigious ridian Sword Sect in Celestial Water Prefecture.
It took a full ten years to move from Outer Sect to Inner Sect.
When Su family was annihilated, Luo Zhaopeng couldn't return in ti, and took in the orphaned Su Wan'Er, bringing her back to Celestial Water Prefecture.
Years of daily companionship led him to regard Su Wan'Er as his younger sister, unwilling to see her suffer any grievances, feeling much pain for her.
Ninghai Zen had always been the sharp thorn embedded in Wan'Er's heart.
The lonely spirits of Su, Mao, Han, and Fang families all longed to peel his skin and eat his flesh.
Therefore, once his apprenticeship news spread, Bai Qi was imdiately put up with a bounty of a thousand taels of gold.
Luo Zhaopeng also contributed to this effort.
"Ninghai Zen crossed refining acupoints five years ago and began circulation of Qi. Since he bore Tongwen Hall's banner and left Yihai Prefecture, he hasn't formally fought anyone.
But given his talent, he should at least have completed refining acupoints, making him second to none in Yihai Prefecture, save for Yuanyang Temple's Daoist Official, who's already a Ghost Immortal.
However, the Four Great Martial Arts Practices are rely the Physical Body Secret Realm; above it lies Divine Techniques! My ridian Sword Sect dominates a prefecture because our sect leader is an unparalleled master of Divine Techniques!"
Luo Zhaopeng stood tall, speaking with inexplicable pride:
"Among the Dragon Court Fourteen Mansions, seven Upper Sects in martial arts, and five orthodox Tao sects, all maintain complete transmissions before the Dao perishes. My ntor, the previous generation's true transmission of ridian Sword Sect, is poised to lead one peak and ascend to the rank of Elder.
Though Ninghai Zen is ferocious, he dare not provoke ridian Sword Sect, miss. Please endure a little longer, heal your body well, and then make a plan."
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