95: "Lu Jian Gui! Your acupuncture skills are useless! Please come and die quickly!

“Thank you for your understanding, Benefactor!” The Honest Monk put his palms together, bowed, and then asked,

“This monk also wants to ask, Benefactor, did that poor Beef Soup… did she die… quickly? Did she suffer?”

The air suddenly froze.

A murderous glint flashed in Shangguan Xueer's eyes, and her fingertips already held a poisoned needle.

Lu Jiuyuan slowly lowered the handkerchief covering his mouth, smiling as he nodded.

“Very quickly.”

He uttered two words: “Faster than you can imagine. So fast… she didn't even have time to change the smile on her face.”

“amitabha!”

“Then… that's good… that's good… it's good that she didn't suffer…”

“Monk, you are not honest at all. From the first time we met, I knew that the Honest Monk was not honest.

Although you always used Ouyang Qing as a pretense, using Ouyang Qing to hide yourself.

Unfortunately, Ouyang Qing is a virgin, a courtesan from a brothel is a virgin, and a patron is a monk.

You are an eunuch! An eunuch who cannot perform, who can only look but not use!”

The Honest Monk's body trembled violently, the color drained from his face, leaving only a ghastly paleness, as if he had been stripped naked and exposed.

“You… how did you know?”

The more one lacks something, the more one desires it.

As an eunuch, he visited brothels precisely because he wanted others to believe that he, the Honest Monk, was a man, didn't he?

“I know far more than you can imagine.”

“amitabha!”

The Honest Monk put his palms together, the simple smile on his face disappearing.

“Sword Saint Lu… what keen insight, what skillful methods!

This monk's little schemes are indeed like a clown's act before you!”

“This monk's unspeakable identity is not worth mentioning.

However, Benefactor, you shouldn't have exposed it, and even more, you shouldn't have mentioned Ouyang Qing!”

“This monk may not be honest, but this monk also has pride!”

“So, you came today not just to visit the sick, but also to… kill me?” Lu Jiuyuan's voice remained calm, without the slightest hint of weakness.

His gaze, however, was as sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the Honest Monk.

“Since Benefactor's heart is like a clear mirror, why ask more?” The Honest Monk's face was calm:

“Young Master Jiu said that no one in this world can kill Wu Ming without injury, no one can do it.

The Honest Monk also believes the same. I still remember the first time I saw Benefactor; at that time, Benefactor fled quite miserably.

“Not much time has passed, and even with rapid progress, there are still limits.”

“Everyone who has seen the Yamas Summons has died. Perhaps it is a needle technique, perhaps it is a hidden weapon.

Since this monk dares to come, he naturally has made some corresponding preparations.”

Saying this, he pulled a short sword from his sleeve: “Sword Saint, please!”

This short sword was very strange, thick and plump, round and bulbous, as if it had eaten too much and swollen into a sphere.

“You are not afraid of me!”

Lu Jiuyuan leaned on the Guhong Sword with his right hand, holding an embroidery needle in his left, and said indifferently: “There is excitement in your eyes, not fear!

Wu Ming died under the Yamas Summons, yet you are not afraid, which means you are prepared and confident.

Is it because of the sword in your hand?”

“Indeed!” The Honest Monk said, and his entire body transformed into a blurry yellow shadow, carrying a strong wind, directly pouncing towards the bed!

That special short sword had no dazzling brilliance, stabbing directly at Lu Jiuyuan's throat! Its speed was astonishing, its angle cunning, and its viciousness extreme!

He did not resemble a compassionate monk, but rather a killer who lived by taking lives.

Lu Jiuyuan's left thumb and index finger, which held the needle, rubbed and twisted!

A cold-gleaming embroidery needle, like a teleportation, tore through the air, arriving first despite being launched later, carrying Lu Jiuyuan's condensed, ultimate murderous Sword Intent, shooting directly at the Honest Monk's glabella!

However, a sudden change occurred!

As the needle and short sword crossed paths, the short sword erupted with an extraordinarily powerful suction force, far beyond the ordinary!

That lightning-fast embroidery needle, imbued with a killing intent, was affected by this, and its trajectory suddenly deviated!

Missing the Honest Monk's head, it embedded itself in the doorpost behind, its tail still emitting a high-frequency vibrating hum!

It's done! A light of surprise burst forth in the Honest Monk's eyes! This refined steel magnetic sword, imbued with Internal Energy, was indeed effective.

I don't need to be faster than him; as long as his flying needle passes in front of me, it will be affected by my magnetic sword.

A flying needle can only kill if it hits a vital point; hitting other places is merely a minor injury!

The Sword Saint's deadly flying needle has been nullified!

“Sword Devil Lu! Your needle technique is useless! Please come and die quickly!”

The Honest Monk's movements were much faster than his words, his momentum even more urgent. The magnetic short sword did not pause in the slightest, still stabbing viciously towards Lu Jiuyuan's heart!

He was certain that Lu Jiuyuan's serious injuries had not healed, and in a sword fight, he would definitely not be his opponent at this moment.

The sword wind reached his body, and the icy killing intent pricked his skin painfully.

Triple speed!

In Lu Jiuyuan's eyes, the passage of time was slowing down; everything seemed to be in slow motion in his perception.

Just as the dark magnetic short sword was about to approach within three feet of him.

Lu Jiuyuan moved!

Not dodging, not parrying!

His entire body, like a spring compressed to its extreme, suddenly sprang up from the sickbed!

The intentionally feigned weakness and illness were instantly torn apart, replaced by a soaring, sharp Sword Intent!

His figure was as swift as a ghost, actually advancing instead of retreating, crashing into the Honest Monk's embrace, directly facing the deadly magnetic short sword!

“What?!”

The Honest Monk's pupils constricted, horrified beyond belief!

He never dreamed that a “seriously injured and dying” person could erupt with such terrifying speed!

In a flash, Lu Jiuyuan's body twisted at an incredible angle. The magnetic short sword, carrying a bone-chilling cold, grazed the fabric of his side, not stirring a speck of dust.

And Lu Jiuyuan's right hand had already swung out!

There was no burst of sword light, no howling wind and thunder.

Only a silver flash, too fast to be caught by the human eye! Leaving behind only a trajectory of death's cut!

“Ch—!”

A very faint, yet incredibly clear sound of Sword Qi cutting through the air rang out.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The Honest Monk's forward momentum abruptly stopped.

The joy and killing intent on his face instantly froze, like a mask, leaving only an extreme, bewildered emptiness.

He slowly lowered his head.

A very thin, very straight line of blood quietly appeared on his thick neck.

The bloodline was initially light red, then rapidly deepened and thickened, like a tightened red cord!

“Uh… H-h-ho…”

The Honest Monk's throat emitted a rattling sound like a broken bellows. He tried to raise his hand to touch his neck, but his arm was too heavy to lift.

He stared incredulously at Lu Jiuyuan, who was close at hand. The eyes that always held either simple honesty or cunning calculation now contained only boundless fear and… a hint of absurd realization.

The injury was a disguise! He wasn't injured at all.

He thought he had broken Lu Jiuyuan's greatest reliance, but in reality, he was a moth flying into a flame.

The Yamas Summons was a killing move, but this Guhong Sword was also a living Yamas Summons!

“You… you were clearly… stronger than me… yet you… pretended to be injured… to trick me?

Shame… shame… on you… you are… a Sword Saint!”

The Honest Monk opened his mouth, blood gushing out like a spring, instantly staining the front of his yellow monk's robe.

Lu Jiuyuan flicked his wrist lightly, and the blood beads on the Guhong Sword were shaken off, the blade as clean as new.

“What about being a Sword Saint? Can't a Sword Saint get injured? Can't a Sword Saint trick people?” His voice was calm, without a ripple:

“If I didn't pretend, how would you all deliver yourselves to my doorstep? If I had to chase you to kill you, who knows how long that would take.

Besides, I am indeed injured, I'm not lying, it's just a very minor injury!”