C4 Chapter 4

Chu Tiannan's chest also turned red as he stood on the wave with his sword at his side. After a while, he let out a long sigh. Xiao Yin like that, that state of mind, that character … "How could you be such a despicable person?!"

Then, his expression froze as all the true qi in his body dissipated. "Putong!" His body sank to the bottom of the river.

Suddenly, Wu Zhengfeng, whose eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, rushed to his side and grabbed at a piece of cloth on his shoulder. He watched on helplessly as his generation of swordsmen suddenly perished in the river …

"Lin Fei!" "You beast!" Wu Zhengfeng cursed as he pushed his feet against the surface of the river, jumped up and flew into the air, only to see Ye Qingzhou flying as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the depths of the smoke wave and could no longer be seen …

At Taian Prefecture in Shandong Province, a sea of people gathered in front of the battling platform.

The competition was initiated by Lu Hou and Yang Zixiong. Yang Zixiong was one of the most influential figures in the imperial court. He was known for his love of martial arts. Every year, he would pay ten thousand silver taels to host the Shandong Hero Competition. Every time, the champion of the competition would be taken over by him and he would become one of his best fighters. For this reason, the Imperial Court had always been suspicious of him and believed that he was secretly plotting against them. Therefore, they sent over a dozen royal experts to investigate the matter in depth in Shandong. Unexpectedly, these experts from the royal family disappeared the moment they entered Shandong Province. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive. The imperial government could only sigh and did not dare to act rashly. Not to mention that Yang Zixiong's influence in Shandong Province was unbreakable, even Yang Zixiong himself was one of the legendary "Four Great Geniuses of the generation" in the martial arts world — "Dong Hou" — although the experts they sent were all powerful in martial arts, it was like a moth to a flame if they wanted to pry into the House of Lu Hou!

At this moment, Yang Zixiong was sitting on a purple sandalwood chair on the viewing platform. His face was sallow, and his complexion did not look good. No one could tell that he had reached an unfathomable level in his skill in the Internal Martial Arts — such a 'sickly man' had shattered the bones of the number one expert of the Emei Faction, Master Zhengming, with a single palm strike!

Beside him, a girl was singing. The girl slightly parted her red lips and sang in a sweet and melodious voice. It was filled with endless lingering feelings, as well as a bit of sadness. The lingering sound lingered in the air, drifting about in the cool breeze. However, there was still a trace of charm that seemed to be broken without end.

"Good singing!" Just like all the other gentry bureaucrats, Yang Zixiong dryly praised, "Come on! "Look at the rewards!"

A plate of gold was placed in front of the girl. The girl accepted it and knelt down to thank him. She couldn't help but touch the silver ingot in the scented pouch on her waist. It was given to him by the white-clothed Young Master atop the "Snow Wind Hall." She still owed him a song! During that time, she would go to the "Snow Song Tower" every day to wait for the young master, but he had never come. Four months later, after her grandmother died and was buried, she sold herself to Marquis Lu as a servant. Lu Hou enjoyed listening to her melody very much. He would often say that if she was a few years older, he would take her as his concubine and sing for him for the rest of his life.

For some reason, her mind was filled with that white-clothed gongzi's kind smile. That piece of silver carried his warmth, as if it still made her feel warm to this day.

Just then, a servant ran up onto the viewing platform. Report: "Master Hou, a young martial arts student claiming to be an old friend of the duke has come to seek an audience."

"The disciple of an old friend?" Yang Zixiong pondered for a moment, waved his hand and said: "Let him come up."

At the place where the bead curtain was lifted, a young man wearing a white dress and carrying a zither proudly entered. As he looked around, he was brimming with heroic spirit. Yang Zixiong couldn't help but praise the word "good" in his heart.

"Who are you?" Yang Zixiong asked majestically, "How dare you pretend to be a disciple of an old friend of this marquis …"

The white-robed youth laughed. His laugh was clear and bright as he said, "The palm follows the wind and the clouds, and the zither heart ascends three levels. How could an old friend dare to forget his sovereign's words?"

The moment he said that, Yang Zixiong's expression changed, "So you are …" As these words fell from his throat, he saw the zither in the hands of the "white-clothed youth" suddenly break into pieces. As the pieces scattered in the air, the sword appeared as red as blood! At the same time, the moment she heard the voice that echoed in her dreams, the moment she saw that familiar white figure, the singing girl's heart shook violently. Her eyes were immediately filled with pleasant surprise!

All of this happened in an extremely short period of time. Afterwards, the sword in the white-clothed youth's hand already brought along billowing wind and thunder, turning into an angry dragon that swept towards Lu Hou. The sword intent of this strike came in twos and threes, and endless changes were concealed within this plain and ordinary sword move … As long as anyone touched it, they would definitely be drenched in blood!

Yang Zixiong is truly a top-notch expert. With a flash of his sword, he knows that the young man has already begun his assassination!" However, he did not have a weapon on him. How could his "Thundershock Palm" be able to suppress the surging sword beams and sword beams that were like a great river? He retreated seven feet in a single stride, but was still unable to dodge the red light that was shooting towards his eyes! In this dangerous situation, Yang Zixiong's heart skipped a beat. He reached out his hand to grab the girl singing the song and quickly blocked in front of him!

In that instant, the sword beams that blotted the sky paused slightly before stopping in front of the girl. The sharp whistling wind from the sword had dispersed her fluttering long hair, but the sharp edges of the sword did not press closer!

Yang Zixiong, who was still in a panicked state, seized this fleeting moment and struck from behind the girl with all his might!

With this palm strike, the astral energy on the viewing platform immediately surged like a tide. As it rolled and rolled, the sword beams that filled the sky were immediately pushed back by half a foot!

At the same time, there were shouts and shouts from above and below the stage. The guards of Marquis Lu's residence had all rushed over!

However, the sword lights that the young man in white had transformed into only surrounded Yang Zixiong and the girl. For some reason, they hesitated and did not approach!

The girl's eyes flashed brightly. She fiercely struggled, jerked her head back, and heavily kowtowed to Yang Zixiong's lower jaw with a "peng" sound!

Yang Zixiong cried out in surprise. At the same time, he was enraged. He waved his left hand and the girl's body flew away like a cloud amidst the rain of blood, breaking into pieces like a beautiful song …

An angry roar pierced through the sky as the 30,000-meter-long sword beam shot forward, flying straight through Yang Zixiong's wave-like gale!

Without the girl in front of him, Yang Zixiong suddenly felt that the Astral Energy wall that he built against the incoming sword ray was too weak to withstand a single blow!

A cold sword aura surged around him, causing him to almost suffocate! And the limitless rage that was overflowing from the sword beams made him even more terrified!

Yang Zixiong vainly looked at the hundreds of thousands of feet of sword light flying towards him and heard the thunderous roars within the sword qi. No matter how fast Yang Zixiong was, he was unable to dodge until the "Scarlet Edge Sword" shot into the depths of his chest!

Time seemed to stop at that moment. The sword in Lin Fei's right hand, which was as white as snow, pierced straight through Yang Zixiong's chest! At some point, his left hand had already wrapped around the girl with the shattered heart. He stood there like a jade tree, next to the girl's cheeks that was dripping tears and caressed her cloud-like long hair as he gently held her in his arms. She was trying to hand him a scented sachet.

At the opening of the perfume bag, a silver ingot that carried her body temperature tumbled to the floor, glowing with a clear, soft light.

Yang Zixiong lowered his head to look at the "Scarlet Edge Sword" that was not in his chest. He then raised his head with great difficulty and looked at the two of them. His eyes were filled with confusion. Slowly, he opened his mouth in surprise, but no words came out.

Lin Fei's gaze focused on that piece of silver ingot. His snow-white face spasmed as crystal clear tears gushed out of his eyes. However, in this short pause, Lin Fei had already taken three Iron Lotus Seeds and a throwing knife! The guards in Marquis Lu's mansion were the best in the world, Lin Fei was holding the only chance. If he hesitated a little longer, he would fall under the swords and sabers that swarmed at his back!

Along with a spray of blood, the sword was pulled out from Yang Zixiong's chest. With a twist of his body, Lin Fei's white shirt and the girl's green clothes flew out at the same time! The red rainbow soared up, grabbing people's eyes. The guards were dumbstruck as they saw Lu Hou's, Yang Zixiong's, head fly straight up into the air, and a pool of tainted blood splashed onto the floor behind Lin Fei. At the same time, he saw a scarlet light sweep through the area. With a "clang clang" sound, all the guards held on to their injured wrists and retreated. The weapons in their hands were all broken by the shock and fell to the ground.

Lin Fei, with his shirt full of blood, stood on the stage with the girl in his arms arrogantly. The girl's head was gently resting on his shoulder. Her long hair was still fluttering around his face. She looked as peaceful as a water lily.

She would never wake up again after immersing herself in the dream from the "Snow Wind Hall".

Lin Fei just stood there and let out a long howl towards the sky. The endless sorrow in the howl made everyone's heart tremble.

"Invincible Gate", the top of the ivory tower. Sikong Mai sat on the tiger leather chair in the golden light. He was tall and sturdy. He was playing with a lifelike jade lion in his right hand as he listened to the reports from his subordinates with squinted eyes.

"So Chu Tiannan and Yang Zixiong are really dead?" Sikong Mai asked casually.

"Yes. This subordinate saw Chu Tiannan fall into the water and never floated up again. " The one who had spoken was the boatman that had been steering Lin Fei that day.

"The head of Yang Zixiong has already been delivered by Wu Tie in this case. Does the Sect Leader want to examine it personally?" Another subordinate held onto a red wooden box with a respectful expression.

"No need." Sikong Mai shook his head, "I believe in you. I also believe in him. Looks like only Master Yuankong remains. "

"Lin Fei said that the martial arts of this Yuankong Master are unfathomable. To take his head is not an easy matter. He needs a bit of time." A third subordinate spoke up.