Shi Feiyang’s silhouette was like a teoric tail slicing through the night sky, fleeting yet dazzling.
This move, "Dragon Shadow Capturing Hand," was an exquisite technique from the Divine Dragon Claw technique. His attack was not only as swift as lightning but also carried a powerful force akin to an ocean wave crashing against mountains, swift and ferocious. His arm muscles were taut, veins protruding, resembling coiled pythons poised to strike. Every muscle seed to brim with boundless strength.
In an instant, Shi Feiyang’s hand beca like a steel-forged, sharp clamp, securely gripping the long sword in Yili’s hand.
Yili felt an overwhelming, irresistible force emanating from the hilt of the sword, like a surging tsunami that dispersed the strength in her wrist in an instant, making her wrist numb and causing the long sword to slip from her grasp.
She could distinctly feel that force piercing her skin the mont it contacted her, like thousands of steel needles simultaneously stabbing in, making her arm slightly tremble.
Then, Shi Feiyang’s left hand followed the montum so swiftly that Yili had no ti to react before he pinched her shoulder. At that instant, Shi Feiyang was shocked, sensing the soft touch from Yili’s shoulder, he thought: "So, it’s actually a young lady." With this in mind, he slightly loosened his grip, then gently released Yili.
"Miss, I deeply apologize," said Shi Feiyang, cupping his hands in apology, his face returning to a gentle expression.
Yili was filled with shock; she couldn’t believe Shi Feiyang had so easily neutralized her attack and taken her long sword. She felt both angry and unwilling, yet she clearly understood that the gap between her and Shi Feiyang was as wide as the sky and earth.
As she looked at Shi Feiyang, waves of shock surged through her heart: having trained her swordsmanship for years and gained so fa in Jianghu, yet she was utterly powerless against Shi Feiyang—what realm had his martial arts reached?
Shi Feiyang turned to Xiao Lingling beside him and said, "Sister, go fetch a gold ingot, a gold leaf, a few silver ingots, and a handful of golden needles." Shortly after, Xiao Lingling returned with these items.
He presented them to Yili with a smile and said, "Miss, these golden needles can be used as hidden weapons. With your skills, such opulent hidden weapons are a perfect match for your unparalleled beauty. I hope you’ll accept them and take your leave."
Yili looked at the items in Shi Feiyang’s hand, her heart ward. Never had she thought he would treat her so graciously after defeating her. Little did she know, in Shi Feiyang’s eyes, the stunning Yili was the Sunflower Saintess in his heart.
Yili silently accepted these treasures, her hostility towards Shi Feiyang fading significantly.
Traversing Jianghu indeed required such funds.
She glanced at the treasures in her hand, deeply feeling Shi Feiyang’s generosity.
She gave Shi Feiyang a deep look, then turned and left.
However, those from the Martial Arts circle who attended Shi Feiyang’s housewarming, upon hearing Yili was a beautiful young lady, harbored ill intentions. That night, beside the Taihu Lake in early autumn, the moonlight was like water, casting a shimring glow on the calm lake surface.
A gentle breeze stirred, causing the willows by the shore to sway, whispering in the wind.
The distant mountains, shrouded in moonlight, appeared like a traditional ink painting.
Yili walked alone by the Taihu Lake, enjoying the tranquility of the night.
Moonlight like water spilled over the lake, creating sparkling ripples, the gentle breeze bringing the fresh scent of lake water.
She took a deep breath, filled with contentnt; this rare peace temporarily allowed her to forget Jianghu’s conflicts and troubles.
Suddenly, several shadows darted out from the surrounding woods, encircling her.
Inherent pride made Yili unafraid; she rely tightened her grip on the sword hilt.
"Little beauty, it’s unsafe to be here alone at this hour," the leader of the black-clad figures sneered, his laughter echoing sinisterly in the still night. Yili looked closely and realized they were notorious bandits of Jianghu.
The leader, nad Wang Bao, was the Village Chief of the Northwest Minggu Stronghold, skilled in "Black Wind Fist," with fierce and powerful punches accompanied by howling winds.
Beside him were two henchn: one nad Zhao Hu, a forr Northwest bandit expert in "Tiger Claw Technique," known for vicious attacks targeting lower paths.
The other, nad Sun Lang, was a forr Northwest horse thief, skilled in "Wolf Fang Blade Technique," known for its fierce, lethal moves.
"What do you want, seeking death? Have you washed your necks ready?" Yili coldly asked.
"Hehe, what we want, don’t you know? Co with us, little beauty," Wang Bao said, throwing a punch, executing "Black Wind Fist’s" "Black Wind Splits the Sky," aid fiercely at Yili’s chest.
The punch wind was like a howling gale, making Yili’s clothes flutter, her hair wildly dancing.
Yili sidestepped to dodge, drawing her long sword, unleashing the Hengshan Sect’s "Cloud Mist Swordsmanship," attacking with each movent, reflecting her character of never yielding.
Yet facing these three ruthless, high-skilled adversaries, she was soon beset as they jointly attacked. Instantly, the sharp clangs of weapon clashes pierced the air!
Yili took a deep breath, steadying her mind, gradually showcasing the intricacy of her swordsmanship.
Her form was agile like a swimming fish, weaving through the enemy’s encirclent.
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