67: In the competition to hunt down Lu Xiaofeng, should we kill him first or castrate him first?

With little time left, Lu Jiuyuan's figure traveled day and night, rushing straight to Wanmei Villa.

The agreed-upon day for "sword appreciation"—the third day of the third month—had arrived.

Wanmei Villa remained cold and isolated, as if detached from the world.

However, today, within this isolation, there was a faint Killing Intent, more biting than deep winter.

The garden's Han Mei bloomed profusely, some mournfully white, others strikingly red, exuding a chillingly sweet fragrance in the nippy spring wind.

The moment Lu Jiuyuan stepped into the villa's grounds, he felt an invisible Sword Intent, like an ice pick, pricking his skin with pain.

It wasn't Ximen Chuixue's usual aloof and solitary coldness, but rather... a destructive aura suppressed to the extreme, on the verge of eruption.

The villa's main gate was wide open; not a single servant was in sight.

Lu Jiuyuan followed the Sword Intent and walked directly to Ximen Chuixue's residence deep in the back garden.

Ximen Chuixue, dressed in snow-white clothes, stood silently beneath a plum tree, cradling his long sword in a black scabbard.

"You're here."

Ximen Chuixue's voice was colder than ever, devoid of any warmth, like frigid water flowing beneath an ice river.

"I'm here!" Lu Jiuyuan walked to his side, his gaze sweeping over the closed door.

"The time has come," he slowly uttered three words.

The instant his words fell, Ximen Chuixue moved. Not to draw his sword, but to raise his hand and flick a finger.

"Whoosh—!"

A sharp whooshing sound rang out, and a tiny ice bead, like an arrow released from a bowstring, struck the door precisely.

"Clang!"

The crisp clang of metal on metal was particularly jarring in the silent garden.

Swoosh! A figure wrapped in a large red cloak shot out with a swoosh.

"Ximen Chuixue, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Your wife was lonely, I was just helping her pass the time..." Lu Xiaofeng shrieked in surprise.

"Lu Xiaofeng, you're not wearing pants!" Lu Jiuyuan reminded him.

As Lu Xiaofeng's figure darted out from under the eaves, he subconsciously glanced down at the reminder—empty beneath the big red cloak, two hairy legs strikingly visible in the nippy spring wind.

"Old Nine! You've come to laugh at me too!"

Lu Xiaofeng fumbled to tighten his cloak, his signature four eyebrows almost twisted into a pretzel from shock.

It was this momentary pause.

Two figures, one in green and one in white, had appeared simultaneously before and behind him, like leeches attached to bone.

In front, Ximen Chuixue, in clothes whiter than snow, held his long sword in a black scabbard. Though it was not drawn, its bone-chilling Sword Intent was like an invisible ice wall, freezing the entire back garden of Wanmei Villa.

There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were deeper and colder than a winter pond. What surged within them was not rage, but a Killing Intent born from fully embracing the emotion of being cuckolded.

He stared at Lu Xiaofeng as if looking at a dead man.

Behind, Lu Jiuyuan's green robes stirred slightly, the Guhong Sword already in his hand, his eyes even more profound and unfathomable than Ximen Chuixue's sword.

"Half a year ago, you slept with your good friend Fang Yufei's wife and concubine, and asked me to help you smooth things over. This time, you've slept with Ximen Chuixue's wife.

A dog can't change its habit of eating shit! Lu Xiaofeng can't change his lustful nature!"

"You should know what I've been doing these past six months!" Lu Jiuyuan gripped the Guhong Sword, a murderous aura slowly spreading.

"You are my friend. Since I've encountered you, I must help you! Either kill you, or castrate you!"

Listening to Lu Jiuyuan's words, Lu Xiaofeng's scalp tingled, and cold sweat instantly soaked his temples.

With Ximen Chuixue in front and Lu Jiuyuan behind,

This was truly a desperate situation with no chance of survival!

"Ximen! Old Nine! Listen to my explanation!" Lu Xiaofeng spoke rapidly, as if trying to grasp at the last shred of life.

"No need to explain," Ximen Chuixue interrupted him, slowly raising the hand holding his sword.

"Make your Move."

"Choose!"

"Are you two going to team up?" Lu Xiaofeng shrieked, his Soul flying away.

One Ximen Chuixue pursuing him was already a narrow escape from death; adding a Lu Old Nine who never left anyone alive?

This was going to grind him to dust! You two bastards, you're playing for real!

Survival instinct instantly overrode everything!

Lu Xiaofeng no longer hesitated, nor did he care about his exposed state. He pushed his lightness skill to the extreme, his big red cloak transforming into a dazzling bloody shadow, fleeing desperately towards the villa wall!

He dared not look back; the two Killing Intents behind him, enough to freeze the Soul, were like tangible blades pressed against his back!

"Swish!"

A pure Sword Light, as if capable of cutting through light, arrived from behind first! Ximen Chuixue had made his Move!

There were no complex Moves, only a direct thrust condensed with endless solitude and destructive will, so fast it seemed to transcend the perception of time, aimed straight at Lu Xiaofeng's back!

Almost at the same instant, another Sword Light quietly flared! A flash of silver appeared, and then the sword came out like a Dragon.

Two Sword Lights, one white and one silver, one aloof and deadly, one decisive and destructive,

"My life is over!"

Lu Xiaofeng wailed in his heart, every hair on his body standing on end!

No matter how miraculous the Lingxi Finger was, it was absolutely impossible to simultaneously pinch Ximen Chuixue's and Lu Jiuyuan's swords! Especially when both were striking with their full power in anger!

Moreover, he seemed to be able to feel that these two bastards were genuinely using him to practice their swordsmanship.

If he survived, it was his skill; if he didn't, it was his bad luck.

At the brink of death, Lu Xiaofeng unleashed unprecedented potential!

He twisted sharply, his body contorting into an impossible angle in mid-air, narrowly allowing Ximen Chuixue's fatal sword to graze past his ribs. The icy Sword Qi instantly tore through his red cloak, bringing with it a trail of blood beads!

At the same time, his two unparalleled fingers shot out like lightning, precisely meeting Lu Jiuyuan's Guhong Sword which was aimed between his legs!

"Ding!"

A crisp sound, extremely clear, yet with the metallic tremor of friction!

The Lingxi Finger had pinched the Guhong Sword!

Using the slight rebound force from pinching the sword, his body changed direction and accelerated, flying to one side, clearing the wall of Wanmei Villa, and rolling embarrassingly onto the official road outside the villa.

"Run!" This was the only thought in his mind.

Those two bastards were definitely doing it on purpose, truly going for the kill. Except for the Yamas Summons, everything else was used.

He suppressed the surging Qi and blood, not even bothering to glance at his ribs cut by the Sword Qi. He scrambled to his feet, using both hands and feet, and exerted his lightness skill to the extreme, sprinting desperately towards the densely populated town down the mountain!

His tattered red cloak flapped in the wind, like a banner summoning Souls.

His two hairy legs were a blur, running incredibly fast.

Behind him, the figures of Ximen Chuixue and Lu Jiuyuan, like two Soul-chasing lightning bolts, followed closely, lightly landing on the official road.

Ximen Chuixue looked at the faint red bloodstain on his sword tip, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Lu Jiuyuan, meanwhile, flicked the Guhong Sword, and two curly hairs drifted down.

Looking at the faint mark left on the sword blade by the Lingxi Finger, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then turned into deeper interest.

"What a Lingxi Finger; he truly can pinch my full-power sword."

Lu Jiuyuan's voice carried a hint of playfulness, "This makes me want to try if he can pinch my needles!"

Ximen Chuixue said nothing, only coldly watched the direction of Lu Xiaofeng's escape, then moved, chasing after him like a white stream of light.

His Sword Intent became even more concentrated, as if after that last sword strike, all his emotions had transformed into a purer Killing Intent.

Lu Jiuyuan chuckled softly, his figure also turning into a wisp of green smoke, following closely behind:

"Ximen, this contest has begun. Let's see if you kill him first, or if I castrate him first!"