"Wait!" Su Baiyi waved his hand to interrupt Feng Zuojun's words, then closed his eyes and frowned to recall: That night he returned to his room and started to rest, lying on the bed when he was suddenly attacked by someone, he caught the person's hidden weapon, but the hidden weapon was poisoned, the person said this poison was called Sleeping Bone Incense, if you get this poison you will sleep to death... Sleep to death! Su Baiyi suddenly opened his eyes, incredulously pointed a finger at himself, and asked Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling, "I... fell asleep?" Feng Zuojun was a bit helpless. "Otherwise, what do you think? You blinked your eyes and you were here?" "No wonder I feel so comfortable all over." Su Baiyi stretched lazily, feeling very happy, but suddenly seemed to think of something, his expression on his face stiffened a bit, "Then after I fell asleep, did I do anything excessive?" Feng Zuojun pointed to his rib area with his left hand, "There might be a few broken bones there." Xie Yuling lifted his foot, "My foot is still swollen, although I applied medicine, but it still hurts when I walk." "This..." Su Baiyi scratched his head, "It's all the fault of that guy who poisoned me, I didn't mean it." "You mean, as long as you fall asleep, you will become like that?" Xie Yuling asked, "Then won't you become like that every night?" Su Baiyi sighed, "That's why I haven't slept for a long time." "If you don't sleep, won't you die?"…
Su Baiyi’s mind gradually came to his senses, and he carefully looked at the woman in front of him, who claimed to be Nangong Xi’er. He finally remembered, “It’s you… We met twice in Twilight City and Apricot Blossom Village. You are Feng Zuojun’s senior sister!” “Now you are also my junior brother.” Nangong Xi’er picked up the long sword beside her and held it in front of her. “What night is this, that I encounter you by chance. Have you heard this song?” “Junyu Sword!” Su Baiyi exclaimed happily, and quickly took the sword from her. “Yes, my master loves to sing this song when he gets drunk, but he doesn’t sing as well as you do. Sometimes he even sings with tears and sobs, and at the end he has to dance with his sword, always making a mess of the yard.” Su Baiyi noticed that the water-like eyes of Nangong Xi’er in front of him suddenly rippled, like a pebble dropped into a calm pool, and he immediately stopped talking. There is a story here. Su Baiyi had a voice shouting in his heart. “Tears and sobs?” Nangong Xi’er murmured softly. It must be a romantic debt. I knew it! Su Baiyi sighed in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand. “This girl, oh no, Nangong senior sister! I don’t like my master’s romantic temperament either, and I often scold him for it. Under my supervision, he has been much more stable these years…” Su Baiyi said while watching Nangong Xi’er’s face getting worse and worse, and…
The rain was torrential, the thunder and lightning deafening. It felt as though the sky had a gaping hole, letting down rain the size of beans in a deluge that splattered noisily on the eaves. All the shops on the long street had closed their stalls, even the taverns by the roadside had shut their doors. A boy in ragged clothes ran through the rain curtain and took shelter under a relatively large eave. The whole street was deserted, he looked around and took out a steamed bun from his bosom. It must have been a freshly baked bun, it was still steaming. The boy grinned and started to gnaw at it, but his face was so dirty that he stained the white bun black. He laughed as he ate, but then the laughter turned to tears. He swallowed the whole bun and then collapsed on the ground, sobbing. He looked at the rain falling and choked out, “Who are you? Why… why do you want to kill me?” A few men in straw raincoats, who were knife-wielding assassins, had somehow appeared on the opposite eave. They silently watched the boy cry, and then slowly drew their long knives. The rainwater washed the blades until they were shining, shining so coldly that it made one’s heart ache. "Someone save me! Please, someone save me! Is there anyone who can save me?" the boy cried out to the sky in desperation. Several swordsmen leaped down from the eaves, splashing rainwater onto the boy's face. The boy seemed to wake up in…
"Go!" On the quiet, deserted mountain road at night, only a carriage was speeding downhill. Behind the coachman sat two young men. One, tall and burly, spoke with arrogance, "If you want to go down the mountain, just go by yourself. Why do you have to hitch a ride with us?" The other one was thin and cold-faced, and his tone was even colder, "I'm riding in my senior sister's carriage, not yours. Please make that clear, Feng Zuojun." "I'm the first loyal dog of senior sister. Her carriage is my carriage." Feng Zuojun's tone was somewhat proud. "May I ask, how can you say such a shameful thing so proudly, Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm's junior sect master?" Xie Yuling asked. "You think it's shameful, I think it's proud. Why? Because senior sister is strong. To acknowledge the strong, is to become strong. This is the way of our Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm. That's why we are the hegemon of Yunmeng Prefecture, while your Xie family, is just a stepping stone among the four major families." Feng Zuojun mocked. "Say that again." Xie Yuling reached for his sword hilt. "You’re stressing yourself out too much." Feng Zuojun stretched out a finger and wiped his eye. "Just looking at your eyes makes me tired. Relax a bit, learn from your uncle who is famous all over the world, Xie Kanhua." The senior sister who had been closing her eyes to rest suddenly opened them. Feng Zuojun knew he had misspoken and immediately shut up. Xie Yuling turned his head and asked,…
"15 days ago, Elder Xue Mobai of the Heavenly Book Hall in Yunmeng Prefecture was killed in Yingdu. Renowned for his unparalleled quick sword, it is said that at the moment of his death, his long sword had only been drawn halfway when his head had already flown out the window." “Twelve days ago, Mr. Sword Ghost of Jimo City went to Famous Sword Manor to ask for a sword, but when the carriage arrived, it only carried a cold corpse. However, the coachman claimed that no one had entered the carriage along the way.” "10 days ago, Qing Yilang, the eldest son of the Xie family, was suspected of secretly practicing the martial arts of the Demon Sect at the Peak Conference. He was later escorted to Wang family’s mansion for detention, but he was hijacked on the way and his whereabouts are unknown." "7 days ago, Gu Xingshi, the first master of Heavenly Water Manor, had reached the end of his three-month seclusion. However, when his son opened the door to the secret chamber, he found it empty, with only Gu Xingshi's renowned weapon, the Autumn Water Knife, left behind. But the knife was broken." "Two days ago, Dongfang Yanxing, the first forging master of the Dongfang family among the four major families, was found dead in his sword furnace. His hands and feet were chopped off by someone." "The last information I got was yesterday. The Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm closed its doors tightly and no one knew what happened inside." A middle-aged man with a serious…
"Senior sister, greetings!" All the disciples in the courtyard knelt on one knee, clasped their hands in a fist, and shouted respectfully to the purple figure standing on Su Baiyi's shoulders. Even Xie Yuling, who was always cold and proud, was no exception. Only Feng Zuojun still yelled, "Senior sister, have a look at this guy. Is he possessed or what?" The woman in purple lightly flicked her sleeve and jumped down from Su Baiyi's shoulders. She bent down slightly and looked at Su Baiyi's pupils. She asked, "What did you do to him?" Xu Zhe immediately ran over and said, "We only used some sleeping bone incense on him." "Sleeping bone incense? Shouldn't that make him fall asleep? How did he become this inhuman and ghostly in appearance?" The woman in purple stretched out her slender finger and gently pinched Su Baiyi's chin. "His pupils are light blue..." "They were fire red at first." Feng Zuojun reminded. "Should we call Master Zhou Zheng over?" Xie Yuling asked. "Is there an antidote for sleeping bone incense?" The woman in purple asked. "Yes, yes." Xu Zhe suddenly realized and took out a medicine bottle from his chest. He opened the cork. "This is Zhengshen incense. A sniff of this will cure him." As the cork was opened, an indescribable stench spread throughout the yard. All the disciples covered their noses. Feng Zuojun covered his nose too and cursed, "Xu Zhe, what is this thing? I'm about to faint from the smell." With a smile, Xu Zhe ran over to the woman…
Feng Zuojun suddenly stood up, holding his bamboo sword over his head, his voice filled with a bit of pride, "You're giving up so easily, Xie Yuling?" Xie Yuling tried to suppress the turbulent true energy in his chest. "Weren't you the one who surrendered first?" "We have always been considered the strongest two disciples of this generation in the Academy, but this Su Baiyi only entered the school for one day and he beat us down one after another. Isn't that too humiliating?" Feng Zuojun laughed. Xie Yuling frowned slightly, "What are you trying to say?" Feng Zuojun waved his bamboo sword, "My idea is, why don't we team up?" Xie Yuling was stunned, "Isn't that even more shameful?" "My father once said a word, no matter what, it's always more honourable to win." Feng Zuojun lowered his bamboo sword, and around him, sand began to float in the air. "I'll go first, you follow up. Don't use any of those acupoint techniques anymore, use the most vicious ones! The strongest ones! The most barbaric ones! Just like me!" "Are you crazy?" Xie Yuling exclaimed. "My surname is Feng, the same as in fengliu (romantic), fengdu (elegant), and also fengzi (madman)!" Feng Zuojun laughed loudly, rushing towards Su Baiyi. He swung his right hand with the bamboo sword, then grabbed the hilt with his left hand as well, clearly using the method of a heavy blade. "Great Wind Blade Technique - Sorrow of Ten Thousand Miles!" Su Baiyi turned slightly, reaching out to grab the bamboo sword in Feng…
Following Xie Yulin, Lan Yuzhe appeared, leading several disciples of the Blood Cherry Sect into the western courtyard. Lan Yuzhe opened his folding fan and covered his mouth with a smile. “It’s quite lively in your guest house tonight, Master Feng Zuojun.” Feng Zuojun sat down cross-legged and ignored Lan Yuzhe’s mockery. He began to regulate his internal energy that had been disrupted by Su Baiyi earlier, and said to Xie Yuling, “He is very fast and very strong, faster than normal and stronger than usual. I’ll give you a piece of advice, since you saved me just now. There is something wrong with Su Baiyi. You should call teachers to deal with him.” “I heard that this Su Baiyi, you met him before in Twilight City. Was he the one who rescued Qing Yilang?” Xie Yuling asked. “So that’s why you came here.” Feng Zuojun realized, “That’s right. He was the one who took away your big brother. That’s why I’m so annoyed by him. But you won’t get anything out of him now. He has lost his mind and hasn’t said a word since then. I suspect he has gone mad or been poisoned by something strange.” “Then let’s knock some sense into him first.” Xie Yuling said coldly. “That’s not a good idea. After all, Su Baiyi is only… enjoying the moon right now.” Feng Zuojun looked at Su Baiyi who was standing not far away. Su Baiyi had been motionless since he punched Feng Zuojun away. He was looking up at the full moon in the…
After a short while, the west wing of the academy. A string of curses erupted! "Xu Zhe, are you sick? You sneaked a person into my room in the middle of the night. If it was a beautiful woman, I would have accepted it. At worst, people would say that I'm a libertine, which would match my Feng family's reputation in martial world. My father would even praise me a few words. But you brought me a big man. Do you want me to be laughed to death by Xie Yuling and his gang?" Feng Zuojun sat up from the bed in his light clothes, his hair messy like a bird's nest. He scratched his hair in annoyance and glared at Xu Zhe. But Xu Zhe still smiled, "Boss, I saw how much you hated this kid. You were still nagging about him at dinner. So I caught him for you. I have thirty-six kinds of deadly poisons with me. They are specially used by my Xu family to torture prisoners. I don't believe that this Su guy won't submit to our Extreme Evil Gang tonight." "What?" Feng Zuojun grabbed a pillow and threw it over. "Today I was scolded for being brainless. I think you are the ones who are really brainless. Such a low and despicable method, how could you think of it!" Xu Zhe scratched his head, "But aren't we... doing all kinds of evil..." "Today, the teacher's words enlightened me." Feng Zuojun yawned. "If we do all kinds of evil, then we will really become evil…
Although this Zhou Zheng gentleman seemed strange, his words did have some weight. After leaving that courtyard, no more students from the academy came to bother him. Only Li Kui was waiting for him outside, his expression was originally worried, but he showed a smile when he saw Su Baiyi unharmed. "It's good that nothing happened, I was afraid you would be bullied." Su Baiyi took off the Junyu sword from his waist and handed it to Li Kui. "I don't trust this sword with anyone else, you can help me keep it for a few days. Also, this academy is not quite the same as what you said, the place where the literary spirit of the world gathers... and these fools?" "Lower your voice, lower your voice, don't let anyone hear you." Li Kui hurriedly pulled Su Baiyi to the side, walking and talking, "The academy is indeed the place where the literary spirit of the world gathers, there is the Confucian sage who is known as the first in learning in the world, there are the nine gentlemen who have both moral character and talent, there are three hundred scholars who have read poetry and books. But because of this, all the factions are eager to send their young masters from their families to this place for a bit of cultivation, to feel the atmosphere of the academy, and when they return to their own families, they will give a different impression to others, those who should inherit the family head position will inherit the family head position,…
