48: Chapter 48 After a fight, the ground was littered with corpses.

The ziwei soft sword was about three feet long, its entire body gleaming with a purple luster. Though the blade was flexible, it could easily slice through iron, possessing an extraordinary sharpness.

Two seal characters, precisely 'Ziwei', were inlaid on the hilt with gold wire.

Upon seeing this sword, a flash of pleasant surprise crossed Wang Yuyan's beautiful eyes.

Did Lover Zhao mean this sword was suitable for her?

The purple soft sword looked both noble and elegant.

It could usually be concealed in a belt, making it indeed very suitable for a woman's self-defense.

But wasn't this ziwei soft sword thrown into a deep valley by Senior Dugu?

Perhaps it had fallen onto a cliff ledge, or landed in a stream ravine, eventually becoming buried in silt.

Could it be that Lover Zhao stayed in the valley for so long, making himself ragged and disheveled, all to find this sword for her?

Wang Yuyan seemed to see Zhao Fangcai rushing through the mountain forests, searching up and down in deep valleys and streams, all to find a sword for her.

Perhaps, seeing her jealousy flare up, he felt guilty and deliberately went searching for it?

He was truly, undeniably good to her.

Wang Yuyan's beautiful eyes blinked lightly, instantly misting over.

She gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, her heart filled with joy, emotion, and an indescribable delight.

Taking the sword, she said, 'I like it very much. As long as it's a gift from husband Fangcai, even a blade of grass would fill Yu Yan with happiness!'

Wen Xuean glared with bulging eyes, his teeth grinding audibly as he spat out three words from between them: 'Dog lovers!'

Can't you two grasp the current situation?

Flirting at a time like this is simply too much!

Seeing that usually icy beauty now crying and smiling for Zhao Fangcai, the jealousy in his heart nearly consumed him whole. He wished he could kill them immediately.

By evening time.

At the Ten-Mile Pavilion post station.

After the fight ended, corpses littered the ground.

Zhao Fangcai gave the ziwei soft sword, obtained from the venomous python's belly, to Wang Yuyan.

That venomous python had been lured out from its hidden deep ravine by the Aura emanating from the teng snake gallbladder and the myriad snake golden elixir.

If not for that, it wouldn't have been so easy for Zhao Fangcai to obtain the ziwei soft sword.

The ziwei soft sword was exceptionally sharp.

Its sharpness was such that even Unrivaled in Solitude in his youth couldn't fully control it, leading to him accidentally injuring a righteous person during a duel.

That's why Unrivaled in Solitude discarded it in a deep valley.

But this sword was of a high Rank, belonging to the heaven grade low rank, a divine weapon Unrivaled in Solitude obtained after becoming famous.

[Ding! You gifted Wang Yuyan the heaven grade low rank ziwei soft sword!]

[You triggered a thousand-fold critical hit return!]

[You obtained the heavenly sword divine bone!]

heavenly sword divine bone?

Zhao Fangcai raised an eyebrow slightly, but now was clearly not the time to be distracted.

He scanned his surroundings.

Yuan Thirteen Limits had arrived within fifty zhang.

Yuan Thirteen Limits halted his steps, as if sensing something.

His Aura condensed around him without dispersing, his entire person resembling a golden Buddha, his True Qi enveloping his body like armor.

Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Cripple had already retreated to twenty zhang away.

As for Wen Xuean.

Though his words were tough, he knew clearly in his heart that after losing both arms, his current strength had greatly diminished.

So while berating Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Cripple, he himself had retreated to thirty zhang away.

And after seeing Zhao Fangcai hand that purple sword, emanating a chilling Sword Intent, to Wang Yuyan, he retreated another ten zhang.

That sword was wreathed in Sword Qi; one look told him it was no ordinary Sharp Weapon.

Even in his madness, he understood the principle of 'a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall'.

As long as he stayed close to his Master, he was safe!

Wen Xuean believed that as long as Zhao Fangcai hadn't lost his mind, he absolutely wouldn't dare to pursue him.

Yuan Thirteen Limits was a Grandmaster-level figure!

In fact, he had deliberately said those things earlier, hoping to provoke Zhao Fangcai, Wang Yuyan, and Mu Wanqing.

Zhao Fangcai also had a white crane by his side. If they left on the crane, even a Grandmaster would find it hard to catch up, right?

Excellent!

They took the bait!

He had successfully used taunts to stop them from fleeing!

Now that his Master was here, how could they possibly escape?

Wen Xuean's heart swelled with smug satisfaction.

Just as he thought this.

'Watch out!'

He heard a shout.

Immediately after, he heard a roar like a wolf's howl: 'How dare you?!'

From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed two figures leaping up like the wind, stirring fallen leaves.

Startled, he violently swung backward, like a great wild goose—this was the Yandang School's lightness skill.

But in the critical moment, he forgot he had lost both arms.

How can a great goose fly with broken wings?

He gathered his Qi to his Dantian, but wavered mid-air.

Then!

A gentle breeze carried a faint lotus fragrance and a chill.

He saw a flash of purple sword light, like the purple halo of the moon after it rises.

The sword light flashed past, reflecting on his eyelids.

Thud!

His head flew up, blood spurting three feet.

Mid-air, he wore an expression of utter astonishment, looking at his own headless, armless body.

What happened?

Why was he flying?

No!

It was his head, leaving his body!

Boom!

He heard a thunderous explosion.

Barely blinking, he saw a pair of fists blocking the golden Buddha-like fist in mid-air.

That was clearly a Buddha-like golden fist, yet it contained a wrath that hated heaven and earth—one of Yuan Thirteen Limits' thirteen ultimate techniques, the *Fist of Utmost Hatred*!

'How is this possible?'

'Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could he block Master, intercept a Grandmaster's hate-filled strike?'

Wen Xuean was stunned.

Only then did he understand what had just transpired.

Just because of a moment of smugness, compounded by excessive blood loss leading to mental haziness, he failed to immediately detect Zhao Fangcai and Wang Yuyan's attack.

Forty zhang sounds far.

But for an Innate Master, going all out, they could cover that distance in the blink of an eye.

Wang Yuyan, wielding the treasured sword, had launched an attack against him.

Yet Yuan Thirteen Limits, who originally intended to save him, was intercepted by Zhao Fangcai.

By the time he figured it all out, he was already falling into a dark vortex, waves of cold and weariness washing over him.

His head fell to the ground, rolling twice.

His corpse toppled forward.

Still feeling unsatisfied, Wang Yuyan swung the ziwei soft sword twice. Sword light flashed, cleaving his corpse into three segments.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At that moment, three sharp whistling sounds shot towards her.

'Sister, be careful!' Mu Wanqing shouted loudly.

Three whips danced wildly like venomous snakes, lashing towards her together.

The whips were as fast as lightning, instantly conjuring thousands of whip shadows.

The attackers were Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Cripple.

They were quite wary of the Aura Zhao Fangcai displayed, but they didn't hold Wang Yuyan in the same regard.

'Hmph!'

Wang Yuyan snorted coldly. The pure Yin True Qi within her surged, a chill spreading out, all channeled into the [ziwei soft sword]!

The moment the three made their move, she had already discerned the flaws in their coordinated attack.

She swung her sword fiercely.