72: Your courage is as great as your stupidity!

“Actually, if they want to block the entrance, let them. Our Villa doesn’t only have this one way in and out!” Guan Jia Po said in a low voice.

“Anyway, those two wouldn’t dare to rashly enter and trespass Youling Villa. We might as well wait for Old Handle of the Saber to return.”

“If Old Handle of the Saber says to fight, we’ll all rush out and kill them. If Old Handle of the Saber says not to fight, then we’ll think of other methods.”

“No need!” Ye Xue pressed her hands on the table and said, “Knowing that the enemy is right there, I can’t wait that long! It’s just a honey trap, I can do it!”

Gou Zi met Ye Xue’s untamed gaze, and his heart also trembled: “You, mother leopard, and the little fox are the cleanest and fiercest in the Villa.”

“Men... especially swordsmen who are extremely proud, will always be interested in conquering prey like you.”

“As long as you can get close, the opportunity will come.”

“Good!” Ye Xue suddenly stood up, a red blur flashed, and she no longer paid attention to the others, walking straight out the door, her voice resolute: “I’m going to kill Sword Devil!”

Outside the cliff, on an open space.

Lu Jiuyuan closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, the Guhong Sword lay horizontally across his lap, its four-sided sword body shining with silver light under the faint rays of light filtering through the trees, free of any dust.

Ximen Chuixue stood with his sword in his arms, his white clothes purer than snow, standing beside him, acting as his Protector.

Suddenly, Lu Jiuyuan opened his eyes: “I’m hungry, Ximen, do you have anything to eat left?”

Ximen Chuixue frowned: “No, all the dry rations I brought are also eaten!”

“I’ll guard here, you go get something to eat. We might be blocking them here for a few days, and you don’t want to keep eating bugs and roasted small birds here, do you!” Lu Jiuyuan said.

Upon hearing this, Ximen Chuixue nodded: “You be careful, I’ll go get some food!”

With that, he disappeared in a few movements.

Lu Jiuyuan sat in place, facing the hanging chains, feeling a strong urge to try them.

It had been half a year since he obtained Lu Xiaofeng's Internal Skill and movement technique. His Internal Skill had been completely transformed, and his movement technique had also merged with the Ghost Shadow Maze of the past.

His strength was already quite formidable; even without the triple speed, he could make a considerable name for himself.

Now that he had experienced the effects of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Skill, combined with his Golden Finger, he could say without hesitation that even if the old man Wu Ming were here, he would want to kill him and see.

It just couldn’t last long!

Just then, at the edge of the churning clouds and mist in the canyon, a dazzling red shadow, like thick ink dripping onto rice paper, abruptly appeared.

It was a woman.

She was not ethereal like a fairy, but carried a wild, powerful sense of impact, swiftly climbing up the chains from the thick mist.

Her fiery red tight-fitting attire outlined a lithe yet curvaceous figure, like a beautiful leopard.

Her face was delicate and beautiful, exuding heroic spirit, and the untamed wildness in her brows, combined with her cold expression, strongly aroused a desire for conquest in others.

She leaped off the iron chain, landing lightly without making a sound.

Her gaze, like a mother leopard locking onto its prey, instantly fixed on the seated Lu Jiuyuan.

There was not the slightest hesitation, not the slightest probing.

Ye Xue’s actions, like her person, were direct, wild, and full of aggression.

She strode forward with her long, powerful legs, walking straight towards Lu Jiuyuan.

Her fiery red robes fluttered slightly in the breeze, like a burning battle flag. She wore nothing underneath, only this single layer of fiery gauze.

Her pace was not fast, yet it carried a strange rhythm. Her waist twisted naturally with each step, revealing the breathtaking beauty of her curves.

Her eyes stared directly into Lu Jiuyuan’s, devoid of any shyness, only a naked, provocative scrutiny and an almost savage seduction.

The distance was shrinking.

Five steps... three steps... two steps... Lu Jiuyuan watched her calmly, the Guhong Sword on his lap reflecting a cold, hard silver glow under the faint light filtering through the trees, merging with him, warning all to keep their distance.

Ye Xue stopped at the last step, practically within Lu Jiuyuan’s reach.

A scent, a mixture of sweat, mountain air, and a unique wild body fragrance, aggressively invaded Lu Jiuyuan’s sensory range.

She leaned forward slightly, her full bosom creating an even more breathtaking curve with the movement, almost touching Lu Jiuyuan’s head.

Her fiery red collar was slightly open, revealing everything one might want to see inside.

Her breathing, with a hint of imperceptible urgency, warmly brushed against Lu Jiuyuan’s forehead hair.

“Hey,” her voice rang out, clear with a hint of hoarseness, direct and bold:

“Are you the Sword Devil Lu Jiuyuan who killed Ye Guhong?”

“Wrong, it’s Sword Saint Lu Jiuyuan!”

Ye Xue’s red lips curved slightly, revealing a wild and provocative smile.

Without waiting for a reply, she continued speaking, her tone carrying a peculiar flavor, like a declaration, yet also like an enticement:

“My name is Ye Xue. Ye Guhong is my brother, a brother I grew up with.”

She paused, her gaze brazenly sweeping over Lu Jiuyuan’s stern, hard-lined face, his tightly closed thin lips, his straight nose, as if evaluating a rare treasure, yet also as if provoking a sleeping tiger.

“They all say your sword is very fast, too fast to be human.”

Her voice lowered a few notches, carrying a deliberate, almost lover-like whisper of provocation, but it was too unfamiliar, a bit out of character.

It seemed she herself sensed it, and her body leaned forward an almost imperceptible fraction more, her elastic fullness nearly brushing against Lu Jiuyuan’s head:

“I like fast men.”

She said this sentence very slowly, one word at a time, full of blatant innuendo.

“Especially... men like you, who are handsome and whose sword is deadly fast.”

She extended a finger, its tip rounded, her nails neatly trimmed, with a healthy pale pink hue.

That finger, extremely boldly, slowly reached towards the back of Lu Jiuyuan’s hand resting on his lap.

The target was not the Guhong Sword, but the hand that held the sword.

“Those useless people in the Villa fear you, like they fear the King of Hell.”

Her fingertip was only an inch away from the back of Lu Jiuyuan’s hand, her tone carrying disdain, yet also a strange excitement,

“But I’m not afraid. There’s nothing Ye Xue wants that she hasn’t gotten. Including... you.”

The fingertip, finally carrying a scorching temperature, was about to fall.

And it was at this very moment—

“Buzz!”

A sword cry, so low it was almost inaudible, yet seemingly vibrating directly in the depths of the spirit, suddenly rang out!

Without seeing any movement from Lu Jiuyuan, the four-sided Guhong Sword on his lap instantly sprang up half a foot. Its cold, sharply angled blade, like a viper raising its head, precisely touched the front of Ye Xue’s throat.

A cold, deathly silent, murderous Sword Intent that seemed capable of freezing the Soul, like an invisible storm, instantly erupted from the sword body, completely enveloping Ye Xue!

Ye Xue’s movements came to an abrupt halt!

The wild and seductive smile on her face instantly froze, her pupils suddenly contracted, and all her muscles tensed to the extreme in an instant!

A huge chill, originating from the instinct of life, like a cold viper, instantly shot from her tailbone to the top of her head, making her scalp tingle and her hair stand on end!

Lu Jiuyuan’s gaze swept over Ye Xue’s chest, which was slightly heaving from shock. Beneath the fiery red garment was a suffocating wild beauty.

“Your courage,” Lu Jiuyuan spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying bone-chilling coldness: “Is as great... as your stupidity.”