Chapter 633
This was a world in which the fittest survived . In order to stretch out one's head amid the layers of reeds on the shores of the North Sea, to have the right to eat among the wolf packs on the grasslands, one needed to abandon the so-called "feelings of weakness . " Saints were heartless, and sages were unintentional . Any less than this was insufficient to transcend worldliness .
The courtyard in the Master of the City's manor was silent . The bodies and pools of blood on the ground had been pushed to the two walls by the shockwaves . It was as if it had been swept aside by god's hand . The blood became red paint brushed evenly across the walls with a few newly fallen green leaves below .
With these green leaves as boundary lines, Sigu Jian and the Shadow, this pair of brothers, each sat by their own set of stone steps . Heavily injured and speechless, they watched each other coldly .
A number of whistling sounds suddenly rang out from outside the manor . It was like a dozen trebuchets began an assault on the manor at the same time and millstone-sized rocks were tearing through the air .
Sigu Jian's expression did not change . The Shadow's expression did not change . Fan Xian was walking toward the Shadow . His expression also did not change . These three people knew that it was not rocks flying through the air but people . It looked like the murder case in the manor had finally alerted the aces stupidly standing guard outside the Sword Hut .
When the Northern Qi Emperor came to Dongyi, she had brought Lang Tiao and Friar He, two ninth-level aces . As for whether there were other Tianyi Dao aces hidden in the shadows protecting her, it was unknown . Since the day before, all of the Sword Hut disciples had each returned from their cultivations to stand guard outside the Sword Hut, silently waiting for their teacher's order .
Adding the two sides together, there were at least a dozen ninth-level aces . Comparatively, Jingdou of the Qing Kingdom only had two ninth-level aces . Thus, one could not help but feel a glimmer of astonishment and envy toward Dongyi's special occasion . With this many aces flying through the air, the aura was stunning .
With a gust of wind, Yun Zhilan and Lang Tiao led everyone onto the ground splattered with blood . The two people furrowed their brows and glanced involuntarily at their feet . They then understood the situation and found the people they cared about most at the same time .
Lang Tiao saw his Emperor seemed unharmed, only his face was slightly pale . Lang Tiao couldn't help but be overjoyed . Leading his subordinates, they surrounded the little Emperor to ensure his absolute safety . He turned a wary gaze toward Fan Xian .
On the other side, Yun Zhilan saw the heavily injured Sigu Jian sitting below the stone steps . His expression changed drastically as he rushed over . Without saying a word, his knees hit the ground as he knelt down .
This first disciple of the Sword Hut was completely unable to hide the strange expression on his face . He did not care how his teacher would punish him after the fact . Since he opposed his teacher's intention and secretly made a deal with Northern Qi, he had long been prepared . Seeing the wretched scene in the manor and the dead bodies of the Master of the City and the aces, he knew who had taken action .
Since his teacher had personally taken action, it expressed his attitude . What shocked Yun Zhilan was that he had been injured so heavily .
All of the disciples of the Sword Hut knelt by Sigu Jian's body, looking at their teacher's injuries with shock and anger . In their hearts, the only people on par with their teacher were the other Great Grandmasters . Even though their teacher had been injured for three years, the only people who could hurt him were the Qing Emperor and Ye Liuyun, who had disappeared without a trace .
A disciple of the Sword Hut began to help Sigu Jian dress his wounds with shaking hands . In his heart, his teacher was a god-like figure, particularly when it came to the sword . He was the foremost person in the world . Now, he had been consecutively stabbed twice in the chest by someone . Who had done this?
The door leading to the back garden of the manor moved slightly . The second disciple of the Sword Hut walked in supporting Thirteenth Wang . They looked at the scene in front of them and couldn't help being shocked, particularly Thirteenth Wang . The poison had not yet fully left his system, yet he had forcefully raised his realm to hold back everyone and helped Fan Xian enter the Sword Hut . He was extremely exhausted . If it weren't for his second brother supporting him, he probably wouldn't have made it to the manor in time .
The previous night, romance had been thick in the air in the Sword Hut while swords were drawn and bows were pulled outside . Everyone knew the thirteenth disciple of the Sword Hut was Fan Xian's good friend . But, Fan Xian had seized the Northern Qi Emperor and charged into the Sword Hut that even saints could not infringe on . Thus, everyone had purposely targeted Thirteenth Wang .
If not for the fact that the second disciple of the Sword Hut had coldly protected him, and Yun Zhilan, for the sake of his teacher's dignity, would also not have allowed Lang Tiao and others to attack, Thirteenth Wang could only lie in bed .
The most important reason Thirteenth Wang was able to remain unharmed despite being surrounded by so many aces was that leaf and stick . The sword saint in the Hut had expressed his opinion . The disciples that had originally leaned toward Yun Zhilan could only maintain a middle ground .
Thirteenth Wang knelt by Sigu Jian's body . His lips trembled . He was unable to speak . Ever since he entered the manor, he had not glanced at Fan Xian because his emotions were complicated . His teacher had ordered everything, which was why he had helped Fan Xian enter the Sword Hut . He had thought his teacher and Sir Fan junior would have a very harmonious conversation . He had not thought his teacher would be severely injured .
All of the Sword Hut disciples knew the strength of the manor . They also knew the terrifying nature of the sword in their teacher's hand . Thus, they naturally thought the person who had injured their teacher was not someone of the manor . Instead, it was a Qing person, someone belonging to Fan Xian .
Yun Zhilan was the first to stand up . Icily, he looked at Fan Xian and the black-clothed man by the stone steps . Gradually, his pupils grew cold . His gaze went passed Fan Xian to the black-clothed man . His gaze changed from icy to heated .
He recognized the black-clothed man . It could even be said that he was very familiar with him . Four years ago, by the lake in the Qing Kingdom's Jiangnan's Hangzhou, this black-clothed man had risen from the lake and stabbed him with a sword while he was in a boat . Then, the two of them had carried out a game of cat and mouse for many months in the Jiangnan region .
Yun Zhilan knew what this black-clothed man was capable of . He had even thought that other than his teacher, it was this black-clothed man whose sword technique was the severest and most sinister, even more so than his own .
Yun Zhilan was already a warrior above the ninth-level . He knew just how powerful this black-clothed man was . He didn't have to think much to know that only the black-clothed man could use a sword to injure his teacher .
He slowly drew the sword by his waist and walked step by step closer to the other set of stone steps . The distance between each step was fixed . No more and no less, exactly 25 inches .
The sword in his hand was 3 feet long . The distance between him and the Shadow was 32 feet .
"The legendary true leader of the Sixth Bureau of the Overwatch Council, Sir Shadow," Yun Zhilan said coldly as he walked . "This is my first time seeing your true appearance . "
Yun Zhilan took five steps toward him . As he got closer to the stone steps, the sword intent around his body grew thicker . The murderous intent grew fuller . Regardless of what this first disciple of the Sword Hut felt about the future of Dongyi or his teacher, when an outsider attacked, when a Qing person dared to injure his teacher, Yun Zhilan's chest was filled with murder . He had to have them beneath his sword .
If he had been completely well, Yun Zhilan would not have much confidence . He knew that even if the black-clothed man had secretly attacked his teacher while he was distracted and managed to stab him twice, he must have paid a great price to do so .
The disciples of the Sword Hut had long been exposed to Sigu Jian's influence . He had no qualms about using their strength to bully the weak .
Under the tree, the Northern Qi Emperor watched the scene with a pale expression . She didn't know if the Sword Hut and the Qing Kingdom's side would clash . Or, how Fan Xian would handle this matter . In her opinion, even if Sigu Jian wanted to negotiate a deal with the Qing Kingdom, given the Great Grandmaster's bloodthirsty nature, he still would not allow the black-clothed man, who Yun Zhilan referred to as the Head of the Overwatch Council's Sixth Bureau the Shadow, leave alive .
Suddenly, the little Emperor seemed to remember two words that Sigu Jian had brought up earlier . Her eyes brightened . A flush of red appeared on her deathly pale cheeks .
Fan Xian half-knelt by the Shadow's side and helped him dress his wounds . He had been cut countless times by the sword qi . The wounds were still seeping blood . Fortunately, the Overwatch Council's robe did have some effect . The wounds were not very deep and did not need to be specially treated . Given the Shadow's strong body, he should be able to stop the bleeding .
The biggest problem was inside the Shadow's body . Fan Xian's hands rested against his back . He slowly fed a trickle of Tianyi Dao's zhenqi into his body to carefully check the situation inside . As he checked, his expression grew gradually more solemn . A moment later, he took out a healing pill and fed it between the Shadow's lips . Then, he flattened his palms closely against his back and began to tend to his wounds .
Two nights ago, he had tended to Thirteenth Wang's wounds . The day before, he had been pursued and attacked by Lang Tiao and others . That night, he had battled with the little Emperor in bed . Fan Xian was exhausted . He knew that if he didn't act quickly, the Shadow might die from internal bleeding .
After the Hanging Temple incident, the Shadow had followed Fan Xian for four years and never left his side . Although their relationship was that of superior and subordinate, and had little to do with friendship, Fan Xian knew that he could not be separated from him . There was a naturally occurring sense of intimacy that had developed after mutually entrusting each other with their lives .
Fan Xian lowered his eyelids slightly, but he could still hear Yun Zhilan's steady footsteps approaching . A moment later, he slowly put down his hands and rose . Looking at Yun Zhilan, he asked, "Do you still want to kill me?"
Yun Zhilan was silent for a moment . He then said, "Your life and death will be decided by my teacher, but this person must die . "
Fan Xian didn't think about anything . Slowly, he took off his robe and revealed a completely black outfit . He then bent at his waist and pulled out his black dagger from inside his boot . He stood in front of the Shadow .
The entire atmosphere in the courtyard changed . From beginning to end, Fan Xian had not truly done anything . The only thing he had burned through was his spirit, which had been greatly eroded by Sigu Jian's powerful willpower . Standing in front of the Shadow, Fan Xian's spirit seemed to recover in an instant . Coldly and silently, he appeared unusually powerful . It was like when he had faced Yan Xiaoyi .
Everyone knew how powerful Fan Xian was . The powerful Qing official of today was no longer the inexperienced figure who had just entered the ninth-level when he went to Northern Qi . Instead, he was a proper warrior above the ninth-level . He had killed Yan Xiaoyi without alerting anyone, killed the old Qin master in Jingdou, forced Haitang to retreat on the grasslands, and had miraculously escaped from a number of ninth-level aces . When he had crossed swords with other ninth-level aces in the past, Fan Xian had won a complete victory without exception .
This was not like a person's name or the shadow of a tree . It was the proper accumulation of confidence . Even though he faced the first disciple of the Sword Hut, Fan Xian did not feel any fear . He looked coldly at Yun Zhilan . His meaning was clear . If you want to kill my subordinate, you'll have to kill me first .
Fan Xian and Yun Zhilan stood facing each other . Behind Yun Zhilan were many other people . The Sword Hut had thirteen disciples, and they were all present . Only six of them stood . The severe sword intent emanating from these six people melded with Yun Zhilan's blade and suddenly shot out, making Fan Xian's face pale slightly .
The other disciples were all kneeling by Sigu Jian, serving him in a flurry of hands and with their hearts trembling in fear . Among them were the third and fourth disciples, who had attacked Fan Xian in the plum garden . The reason these two Sword Hut aces did not stand was complicated . They knew Fan Xian and that black-clothed man both knew Sigu Sword .
They had not told this to Yun Zhilan because the responsibility was too great . They were going to secretly report it to their teacher . Unexpectedly, too many things had happened, so they never found an opportunity .
They were shocked and endlessly speculated about the connection between the black-clothed man and their teacher, especially why he was able to hurt him .
Thirteenth Wang also didn't stand or look at Fan Xian . His heart was in disarray . He didn't understand what had happened . He only faintly guessed at the secret, but he was unable to speak .
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