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Chapter 49 Guile-Part Four

Wei WuXian could finally be sure of which scene he was looking it.

Back then, when Nie Mingjue received the information, he began a surprise attack at Yangquan.

Nie Mingjue's attacks had almost always been successful. Yet, whether because of a mistake in the information or just pure luck, nobody had expected that the attack led them straight to the sect leader of the QishanWen Sect, Wen RuoHan.

Due to the miscalculation in their forces, the QishanWen Sect relinquished their passivity. It captured all of the cultivators who came and took them to the Nightless City.

Meng Yao half-kneeled to the side of Nie Mingjue, "I never would’ve expected you to be

Nie Mingjue only spoke two words, "Get lost.”

Meng Yao’s laugh held a sense of pity, “Do you still think you're the king of Hejian? Look carefully—this is Sun Palace.

One of the cultivators on the side spat out,

“Sun Palace? It's only the den of the Wen-dogs!”

Meng Yao's expression changed and he unsheathed his sword.

A line of blood instantly flew from the cultivator's neck. He died without a sound.

Those from his sect wailed, screaming as they threw themselves over. Nie Mingjue was enraged, ''You!"

Another cultivator roared, “You Wen-dog! If you're so confident, why don't you kill me as

Meng Yao didn't even move his brows. With another backhanded swing, blood bloomed from the cultivator's throat. Meng Yao smiled,

Sword in his hand, he stood amid a pool of blood, the corpses of two white-robed cultivators at his feet. He asked, still smiling,

“Does anyone else want to say the word?”

Nie Mingjue replied coldly, “Wen-dog.”

He knew that only death awaited him now that why he didn't fear anything. If Wei WuXian

also cursed as awfully as he wanted to before doing anything else-he'd die no matter what.

Despite this, Meng Yao only smiled, not at all angered. With a snap of his fingers, one of the

Both hands above his head, he positioned a long box before Meng Yao's hands.

Meng Yao opened the box and took out a certain object. “Sect Leader Nie, why don't you take a look at what this is?”

It was Nie Mingjue's saber, Baxia!


Nie Mingjue was infuriated, “Get lost, now!”

However, Meng Yao had already taken Baxia out and was holding it in his hand, "Sect Leader Nie, Baxia had been in my hands quite a few times in the past. Don't you think it's already too late for you to be angry now?”

Nie Mingjue spoke one word at a time, “Take your hand off itl”

As though purposely trying to enrage him,

Meng Yao weighed the saber in his hand and commented, "Sect Leader Nie, your saber, I'd say, can pass as a top-tier spiritual weapon.

With that said, compared to the saber of your father, the previous Sect Leader Nie, it’s still somewhat inferior. Why don’t you take a guess at how many times Sect Leader Wen has to

slap it for it to break this time?”

Within a split second, all of the blood in Nie Mingjue’s body rushed to his head. Wei WuXian’s scalp was also numb by the sudden anger. He commented in silence, Just brutal.

The thing in Nie Mingjue’s life that he loathed and regretted the most was the death of his

Back then, when Nie Mingjue was only a teenager and the leader of the QingheNie Sect was his father, someone gifted Wen RuoHan a rare saber. Wen RuoHan was pleased for quite a couple of days. He had asked the guest cultivators—what do you think of this saber of

He had always been unpredictable, laughing one second and then hostile the next. Of course, everyone flattered him as he liked, praising how no saber in all of history could compare to this one. Unfortunately, though, one of the guests either held bitterness to the previous Sect Leader Nie or wanted to reply with a unique answer and gain attention. He had said-of course your sober is unparalleled, but. you see. I'm afraid that a certain person won't agree.

And, thus, Wen RuoHan wasn’t pleased anymore. He asked who the person was. The guest replied—its naturally the leader of the QingheNie Sect. a sect known for its saber cultivation; he's awfully arrogant, always boasting about how his prized saber is absolutely unrivaled, and how even in a hundred years no sword has been able compare to his. No matter how good one's saber was. he definitely won’t admit it. and even if he did admit it out loud, he won't admit it in his heart.

Wen RuoHan laughed after he heard-ore you sure about that? Well. I want to see.

And so, he immediately called over the previous Sect Leader Nie of Qinghe. Holding the saber, Wen RuoHan looked at it for a while, then replied with only one sentence-yes, it really is a good saber.

He slapped the saber a few times, and told Sect Leader Nie to take it back.

Back then, nothing seemed out of place. The previous Sect Leader Nie was also confused.

He was only annoyed by the commanding attitude. However, during a night-hunt a few days after he returned, when battling a beast, his saber suddenly broke into pieces. Then he was severely injured by the horn of the beast.

Nie Mingjue, who was night-hunting along

After Sect Leader Nie was brought back, he couldn't make peace with such an event no matter what, and his injuries didn’t heal either. Having fallen ill for half a year, he finally left the world, from either the anger or the illness. The reason why Nie Mingjue. along with the entire QingheNie Sect, detested the QishanWen Sect with such intensity was due to this.

Now, right before Wen RuoHan, Meng Yao

both his father and his father's saber had been destroyed. It was as cruel as one could get!

With a smack of Nie Mingjue's hand, Meng Yao staggered backward and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Seeing this, the figure on the jade seat shifted forward, as though wanting to move. Meng Yao immediately got up and kicked toward Nie Mingjue s chest. Nie Mingjue's previous attack was already beyond what he could manage. He fell heavily onto the ground. Finally, he couldn't hold back the boiling blood circulating within his chest any longer.

Wei WuXian, on the other hand, was shocked speechless.

but he had never thought that there was the marvelous detail of LianFang-Zun kicking ChiFeng-Zun!

With great force, Meng Yao stamped on Nie Mingjue's chest. “How dare you act in such a way before Sect Leader Wen’s eyes!”

As he spoke, he stabbed downward with his sword. Nie Mingjue slapped Meng Yao’s sword with his palm, causing it to shatter into pieces. Meng Yao had also fallen from the attack. Just as Nie Mingjue prepared to strike the crown of Meng Yao's head, he felt his body get dragged toward another direction by an unusual force. This direction was that of Wen RuoHan's seat. With great speed, Nie Mingjue's body dragged a thirty-feet streak of blood along the jet stone tiles. The streak was still growing in length.
 





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