140: The unrivaled Little Li Tanhua!

You Longsheng abruptly drew his sword.

A gush of hot blood spurted out, splashing onto his pale, gaunt, yet expressionless face.

Qing Mo Shou Yi Ku's tall frame toppled backward like a collapsing mountain, falling heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The foot-tall green hat rolled to the side, looking both comical and pathetic.

This master, Qing Mo Shou Yi Ku, ranked ninth on the weapons ranking, had actually met his end by the sword of a 'little waste' as he called him!

The manor was utterly silent.

Han Zhen's eyes were wide, and Yun Chang covered her mouth, both clearly shaken by the brutal battle that had decided life and death in a flash of lightning.

A hint of understanding flashed in Lu Jiuyuan's eyes, and he nodded slightly.

In the shadows of the corner, A Fei's hand, resting on his sword hilt, slowly relaxed. He looked at You Longsheng's blood-splattered, yet unperturbed, profile. For the first time, a look of approval appeared in his sharp eyes for this man.

You Longsheng stood still, breathing slightly. The dark blackness on his shoulder was slowly spreading, but he seemed completely unaware.

He lowered his head, looking at Qing Mo Shou Yi Ku's still-warm corpse on the ground, then raised his hand and slowly wiped the blood from his face with his fingers.

His movements were slow and stiff.

Then, he lowered his head again, looking at the crimson on his fingertips.

Suddenly, his shoulders began to tremble slightly, followed by an extremely strange sound, a mix of crying and laughing.

“Heh heh... hahaha...”

The laughter grew louder and louder, filled with endless sorrow, pain, and a chilling sense of relief.

He had succeeded.

He had personally killed one of Lin Xianer's arms, a top master ranked ninth on the weapons ranking.

“Stop laughing! Han Zhen, give him the antidote.”

“Yes, my Lord!”

“Yun Chang, well done! Do you know where Lin Xianer is? I'd like to talk to her.” Lu Jiuyuan praised Yun Chang again.

“Young Master!” Yun Chang's face paled.

“Don't worry, I'm not someone who kills innocents indiscriminately.”

“Young Master, I can't contact Big Sister either! The only one I can contact is Sister Yingchun.”

You Longsheng took the antidote pill offered by Han Zhen. Although the blackness on his shoulder didn't immediately recede, its spread had stopped.

The bloodstains on his face had been wiped away, but his dead eyes and the occasionally uncontrollable twitching of his mouth made him look more like a living avenging Puppet than a living person.

He no longer looked at Qing Mo Shou Yi Ku's corpse, but simply sat back on the doorstep, holding his sword even tighter.

Lu Jiuyuan's gaze withdrew from You Longsheng and fell on Yun Chang's pale face, his tone calm but unyielding:

“It's fine. Then find 'Sister Yingchun' whom you can contact. Just tell her I want to meet Lin Xianer and ask if she allows it?”

“Yes, Young Master,” Yun Chang replied softly.

Xingyun Manor,

Li Xunhuan was sitting in the pavilion, carving a human figure. The blade glided over the wood, making a faint rustling sound.

His movements were steady and focused, as if only he and the wood in his hand existed in the world.

But he would occasionally stop, cough lightly a few times, an unnatural flush rising on his pale face, and his eyes holding an unresolvable melancholy.

He was still carving her.

Even after so many years, even though she was now a married woman, he still couldn't let go.

Footsteps sounded, very light, yet with a unique rhythm, crunching on fallen leaves with a crisp, breaking sound.

Li Xunhuan didn't look up, merely saying faintly: “You've come.”

He seemed to have known someone would come all along.

Lu Jiuyuan walked to the outside of the pavilion, looking at the scenery of Li Garden, his gaze finally falling on the wood carving in Li Xunhuan's hand.

“I've come,” Lu Jiuyuan's voice was calm.

Li Xunhuan finally stopped carving and looked up at Lu Jiuyuan. His gaze was gentle, yet it seemed to see through people's hearts.

“I knew you would come to see me,” Li Xunhuan's tone didn't reveal whether it was emotion or something else.

“I will indeed come to see you. Who wouldn't want to meet Li Xunhuan, the unmatched Little Li Flying Dagger?” Lu Jiuyuan said with emotion.

“You killed Big Brother, yet I can't act against you. Shiyin left here, and I couldn't stop her!”

Li Xunhuan's gaze returned to the wood carving in his hand, his fingertips gently caressing the still-unformed face.

His fingertips traced the soft lines of the wood carving, the melancholy in his eyes seeming to materialize.

“She left, perhaps it's for the best. This Li Garden... this Xingyun Manor... it was never meant to be a place to trap her.”

Li Xunhuan's voice was very soft, as if he was speaking to Lu Jiuyuan, and also as if he was whispering to himself.

“Long Xiaoyun... he made his choice, and he got his outcome.

Jianghu matters are settled in the Jianghu. Clear in grievances, sometimes, death is the simplest resolution.”

He looked up again, his gaze sharpening slightly, and looked at Lu Jiuyuan: “You came to me not to talk about these unchangeable things, but for Lin Xianer?”

Lu Jiuyuan nodded slightly, not surprised that Li Xunhuan had guessed.

There weren't many things in this world that could concern Detective Li, and he himself was extremely intelligent.

It was just that his intelligence would turn foolish when it came to Long Xiaoyun and Lin Shiyin.

But if he wanted to investigate something, there was nothing that could escape his keen eye.

Including Lin Xianer.

“Qing Mo Shou Yi Ku is dead,” Lu Jiuyuan stated calmly, as if speaking of a trivial matter, “Killed by You Longsheng's sword.”

Li Xunhuan's carving knife paused slightly, a faint flicker of surprise in his eyes, then understanding:

“Qing Mo Shou Yi Ku underestimated him. You Longsheng must have gone through many things. Otherwise, with his Foundation, it would take him another 10 years to catch up to Qing Mo Shou Yi Ku.”

“He has indeed gone through many things. The current You Longsheng has only a sword left in his heart, a dead sword.

Such a sword is inherently the easiest to kill with, especially to kill those who have attachments and are unwilling to fight with their lives,” Lu Jiuyuan said, nodding.

Li Xunhuan coughed lightly twice before continuing: “Lin Xianer will not let it go. She is like a spider, weaving a very, very large web.

If you try to kill her, you will face her counterattack, and her web is enormous.

A woman, an incredibly beautiful woman, if she abandons propriety and shame, can unleash unimaginable power.”

“I want to know, in Detective Li's eyes, what kind of person is Lin Xianer exactly?”

Lu Jiuyuan asked.