167: Lin Xian'er died!

Two brawny Shaolin martial monks escorted a woman out from behind the main hall.

Although the woman appeared a bit disheveled, with her hair slightly loose and her clothes perhaps stained with some dust, it still couldn't conceal her exquisite beauty.

The moment she appeared, it was as if the grim and bloody training ground brightened a few shades; it was Lin Xianer.

She wasn't flustered as one might expect; instead, her eyes darted around, subtly surveying the scene, seeing the two deceased eminent monks and the 108 bodies of martial monks lying on the ground.

She saw Bai Tianyu standing with a knife, radiating an imposing Aura; A Fei with a blood-dripping sword tip and indifferent eyes; You Longsheng with a fierce glint in his eyes; and Guo Songyang sitting upright.

Finally, her gaze fell upon Lu Jiuyuan, who sat on a bamboo chair, seemingly uninterested in everything.

The corners of her mouth even curved into a faint, captivating smile that was barely there.

Abbot Xinhu's voice boomed like a great bell, each word clear as he shouted, "Lin Xianer! Do you know your crimes!"

"You used beauty as a blade and words as poison, sowing discord, stirring up trouble, and manipulating the Plum Blossom Bandit, causing endless strife in the Jianghu.

How many heroes have been ruined by you, how many champions turned against each other because of you!"

"You even infiltrated our Shaolin, attempting to steal the secret manual Yijin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Change Classic), disrupting the peace of this Buddhist sanctuary!"

"All these calamities today stem from you! Your sins are grave and too numerous to record!"

Listening to this impassioned accusation, Lin Xianer showed no fear; instead, she let out a chuckle, her laughter as clear as a silver bell, sounding particularly jarring in this solemn setting.

"Abbot Brother, why be like this? When you're not wearing clothes, you call me your little darling Xian'er, but when you put them on, you pretend not to know me?"

"Everyone here is on the same side. Since you are fellow practitioners of the Dao, why is your mouth full of talk about fighting and killing?"

"amitabha..." Abbot Xinhu remained silent. This was his purpose, for only by understanding Lin Xianer did he know how many men she had taken to her bed.

If Shaolin lost face greatly, then he would let all fellow Martial Forest practitioners lose face together.

When everyone lost face, it was as good as no one losing face.

"Bitch, shameless!" You Longsheng gnashed his teeth and said, "Facing death, you still dare to flirt."

The deeper the love, the deeper the hate.

Of everyone present, You Longsheng's hatred for Lin Xianer was the deepest. He loved the deepest, hated the deepest, and was also the most deeply deceived.

"You Longsheng, that you could survive from that monster, Great Joy Bodhisattva, truly surprised me," Lin Xianer smiled charmingly. "It seems I underestimated you, dear sister."

"Bitch, how many male companions do you have? How many men do you have?" You Longsheng drew his broken sword and pointed it at Lin Xianer.

"How many? Let me think... exactly... none at all." Lin Xianer finished speaking and then burst into laughter.

"Lu Jiuyuan, should I call you Lu Jiuyuan, or should I call you Shangguan Fei?

Shangguan Jinhong's son from the Golden Money Gang.

Fei'er, by seniority, you should actually call me 'Little Mother'..."

"Lu Jiuyuan? Shangguan Fei? Shangguan Jinhong's son from the Golden Money Gang?!"

"He... he's Shangguan Jinhong's son?"

"Little Mother? This... this hussy even slept with Shangguan Jinhong..."

After a brief, dead silence, there were exclamations of disbelief and gasps.

Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between Lu Jiuyuan and Lin Xianer in horror; the sheer amount of information almost overwhelmed their minds.

"Shangguan Jinhong just killed Old Man Tianji, becoming the number one on the weapons ranking!

His son is actually also so unmatched in the world!"

"Like father, like son! This is a Dragon begetting a Dragon, a Phoenix begetting a Phoenix."

So, you and I are under the same pressure! A Fei glanced at Lu Jiuyuan, thinking this in his heart.

He is like me, he must achieve fame, and if he cannot, he will forever live in the shadow of his father's generation; we are the same kind of people.

"A Fei, You Longsheng, Yun Chang, Han Zhen, all of you step back, and in a moment, protect yourselves well!" Lu Yuan whispered, then said loudly:

"You talk too much!"

Lu Jiuyuan's figure shot out from the chair.

His figure was as swift as a ghost; before his words had finished, he had already shot like an arrow from a bowstring to Lin Xianer's front.

He pointed his fingers like a sword, a chilling glint, causing a heart-pounding sensation, gathered at his fingertip, aiming directly at Lin Xianer's glabella.

The two brawny martial monks escorting Lin Xianer didn't even have time to react, only feeling an irresistible immense force surge towards them, grunting in muffled pain as they were shaken and stumbled backward.

The captivating faint smile on Lin Xianer's face instantly froze, turning into extreme horror.

She had considered that she might die, but not in this manner; she still had things to say.

Among the Jianghu people present, she had slept with no less than several hundred; how could it be so easy to kill her?

As long as she was given a slight chance to maneuver among them, and perhaps sleep with a few more people, she could easily escape.

She might have calculated human hearts, the situation, and even Shaolin's bottom line, but she had certainly not calculated that Lu Jiuyuan would be so decisive.

So utterly heedless, at this moment, in this place, in front of her hundreds of lovers, he would personally strike to kill her!

She wanted to dodge, but Lu Jiuyuan's finger-wind was already like a shadow, sealing all her Qi.

"You..."

She only managed to utter one word.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound, not of a sharp blade piercing flesh, but of finger energy penetrating the skull.

Lu Jiuyuan's fingertip gently touched Lin Xianer's smooth forehead.

The horror, charm, and calculation in Lin Xianer's eyes... all her spirit, like a candle flame blown out by the wind, instantly dimmed and vanished.

The faint smile on her lips, which she hadn't had time to erase, now appeared incredibly eerie and pale.

Immediately, a very fine line of blood seeped from her glabella.

This femme fatale, who had stirred up the Jianghu, causing countless heroes and champions to fall for her and then be ruined by her, trembled slightly, then softly fell backward.

Her beauty perished, her life ended.

The training ground once again fell into a dead silence, heavier than any before.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events.