79: She wants to kill me, I kill her, it's that simple!

Her hands trembled as she reached for her belt, slowly untying it, her jade-like teeth biting her lips.

She looked so pitiful, so fragile, evoking sympathy.

The belt fell away, her robe parted, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. Everything was laid bare before his eyes.

“Zheng!”

A sharp metallic screech, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, tore through the rain curtain!

The plain white belt sprang to life, taut and straight, transforming into a chilling silver light that shot directly at Lu Jiuyuan’s throat!

Hidden within the belt’s core was a piece of iron, as thin as a cicada’s wing and incredibly flexible!

Concealed within the belt, it could be used with the family’s whip techniques or the Cang school’s sword techniques.

An ambush at the moment the clothes came loose, it was always effective.

A cold glint at its tip bloomed with deadly killing intent in the dim rain!

All of Liu Qingqing’s sorrow, fragility, and sadness vanished instantly, leaving only solemnity and killing intent!

Her entire body was like a scorpion coiled and ready, striking out with its deadly tail!

This strike, condensing her life’s cultivation, was a desperate counterattack—swift, precise, ruthless, and cunning, aiming directly for the vital point!

“Buzz!”

The unique, low hum of the Guhong Sword rang out again, carrying a deathly rhythm that tore through the air!

Liu Qingqing felt a silver flash before her eyes, as if a cold bolt of lightning had directly pierced into the depths of her consciousness.

A slight chill spread across her throat, like the softest raindrop brushing past.

Then came the delayed, tearing pain!

All her movements froze.

She lowered her head in disbelief.

In her vision, she saw no sword.

She only felt a bottomless blood-hole appear on her fair neck, and everything below her neck was completely numb.

Blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining her chest, then rapidly diluted by the cold rain, spreading a dazzling crimson across the muddy ground.

“Why didn’t you kill… Ye Xue?”

“A clean person must be given one chance! That layer is worth a thousand gold!” Lu Jiuyuan said calmly.

“Uh, uh… I once… was also clean… but he… he didn’t know how to cherish it… one chance… Sure enough, you are… not… a good thing either!” Liu Qingqing slowly closed her eyes.

“Help me… tie up my clothes… I don’t want to be seen alive… or dead…”

“Sorry! I don’t trust you, I can’t do it! Rest in peace, someone will collect your body later!”

After Lu Jiuyuan finished speaking, he took out an ordinary handkerchief from his Pregnant and wiped his sword, then tossed it onto her Face.

“I knew it, you’re different from ordinary men, you wouldn’t be tempted by her.”

Ye Xue, dressed in fiery red, appeared from behind a distant tree, a smile on her Face.

“You didn’t touch her, it really means you have me in your heart!” Ye Xue said, her hands behind her waist.

“Hmm?” Lu Jiuyuan looked at the woman, his eyes slightly widened. Was she so lacking in boundaries?

“Lu Jiuyuan, my father has something important to do, give me some Face, don’t go up Wudang Mountain before April fourteenth!” Ye Xue said, chin raised, standing ten feet in front of Lu Jiuyuan.

“Hmm?” Lu Jiuyuan’s brows furrowed, his right hand unconsciously rubbing the sword hilt.

“Hmph, you wretched woman, you really can’t be relied upon?”

Another voice rang out. Behind a tree a dozen feet away, Ye Ling poked her head out.

“You really have forgotten that brother was killed by him! You also forgot how brother treated you when you were little!”

Ye Ling walked out coldly: “Just because you slept together, you’ve become soft-hearted!

Ye Xue, you’re too emotional, you’ve committed a grave military taboo!”

“Sword Devil, I’ll sleep with you today too, but I just want you not to use the Yamas Summons, not to use your sword, and fight me to the death. I want to avenge my brother!”

“Ye Xue, do you want to join?” Ye Ling walked up to Ye Xue and continued:

“Sword Devil, if you’re a man, then it’s two against one. In bed, you handle both of us sisters, and outside of bed, you handle both of us.”

She walked closer with a smile, reaching out to place her hand on Lu Jiuyuan’s shoulder, but the cunning in her eyes suddenly erupted into deep-seated hatred.

With a flick of her wrist, three poisoned needles shot out from her sleeve, aiming directly for Lu Jiuyuan’s throat.

The angle was cunning, the timing malicious; it was her long-planned sneak attack!

Lu Jiuyuan’s gaze didn’t even waver, as if he had anticipated it. He merely tilted his head, and the poisoned needles flashed past.

Lu Jiuyuan’s right hand, holding the sword, simply and naturally, as if brushing away dust from his eyes, flicked his wrist upward and thrust!

Fast! Beyond the limit of speed!

Fast! Indescribably fast!

The cold glint of the poisoned needles Ye Ling shot was still streaking through the rain mist, not yet fallen, when the cold, sharp tip of the Guhong Sword, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, precisely pierced beneath her delicate jawbone!

“Pfft!”

A very faint sound of bone and flesh being forcibly torn open by the sharp sword edge was largely obscured by the dense sound of rain.

Ye Ling’s small, forward-lunging body suddenly halted. The eyes that had once held cunning and deep-seated hatred were instantly filled with immense shock and bewilderment.

She seemed to want to look down to see what had happened, but she couldn’t even complete that tiny movement.

Fast! Too fast!

She only saw Lu Jiuyuan’s wrist move very slightly, not even a complete sword-drawing motion, and then there was a cool sensation beneath her jaw. Immediately after, her entire world was completely swallowed by endless darkness and icy pain.

Lu Jiuyuan’s sword-wielding arm was as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor. His wrist pulled back with extreme stability.

“Chii—”

The sharp sword edge withdrew from flesh and bone, trailing a fine stream of blood beads that cut a few fleeting red lines through the dim rain curtain.

Ye Ling’s unsupported body slumped backward, falling heavily into the muddy water with a “thud.” The splashed mud splattered onto her pale, frozen Face and equally white dress, quickly washed into a messy stain by the rain.

Her wide-open eyes stared blankly at the gloomy sky, retaining a final, lingering disbelief.

“Ye Ling!!!”

A shrill scream, tearing through the rain curtain, erupted from Ye Xue’s mouth.

“You killed her! You killed Ye Ling! You killed Ye Ling!” Ye Xue hugged the fallen Ye Ling, glaring at Lu Jiuyuan with hatred.

Tears mixed with rain streamed freely down her Face, her carefully styled hair already disheveled.

“You killed my brother, and now you’ve killed my sister!” Ye Xue murmured:

“I originally thought that Sun Xiuqing could restrain Ximen Chuixue, and I could restrain you too!

Even a man like the Sword God can be restrained by a woman, and the Sword Saint is the same.

What she can do, I can do too, and by your side, I’m sure I can find many opportunities to kill you!”

Ye Xue looked at Lu Jiuyuan, speaking her true feelings. If she didn’t speak now, she felt she might never get the chance.

“But you killed Ye Ling, my sister who grew up with me since childhood. I can’t continue this act!”

The Guhong Sword in Lu Jiuyuan’s hand was not sheathed, its tip pointed diagonally at the ground. Rain washed away the faint traces of blood remaining on the blade.

His sky-blue cloud brocade robe remained cold and solitary in the rain mist, unstained by dust.

He lowered his head, looking at Ye Xue’s Face, which was wide-eyed and glaring at him with fierce anger.

His gaze was deep, cold, and emotionless.

“Under the Guhong Sword, no one is left alive!” Lu Jiuyuan said calmly: “She attacked me to kill, so she died. It’s that simple!”