Luan Meigang—where plum blossoms bloomed in chaotic snow.
The entire hillside was mantled with white plums, their subtle fragrance seeming present yet absent, penetrating to the bone and enchanting the soul.
Zhong Chunji led the group to Luan Meigang. Upon entering just a few steps, even Chi Yun felt his whole body becoming light and airy, all his impatience and irritation dissolving invisibly in the plum fragrance. Looking around, there was a dwelling deep among the white plums—a small courtyard with gray walls and green tiles nestled deep in the plum blossoms, supremely elegant and refined.
"A wonderful place." Tang Lici's gaze fell on a grave mound before the house—it was a fresh grave. Shen Langhun also glanced at the grave—a simple earthen mound with a stone tablet on which were written several characters: "Grave of the Foolish One Kang Ting," in clear and elegant handwriting.
"Luan Meigang is now Master Puzhu's place of quiet cultivation, though this was originally his dear friend's residence," Zhong Chunji said. "The master of this place passed away two years ago."
Tang Lici said, "Master Puzhu is a holy monk of Buddhism—Puzhu's friend must also be no ordinary person."
Zhong Chunji said, "I had no fortune to meet this master myself."
Chi Yun looked coldly at the stone tablet. "This Kang Ting—was he a man or woman?"
Zhong Chunji was stunned. "This…" She truly didn't know.
Chi Yun rolled his eyes. "Then how do you know he was a master? Maybe the monk Puzhu was keeping a golden beauty hidden here, nurturing a living great beauty…"
Zhong Chunji was furious, drawing her sword with a "swoosh." "How can you repeatedly insult people like this?"
Chi Yun snorted. "I'll say whatever I want—what can you do about it, little girl?"
Zhong Chunji trembled with anger. "You… you…"
Tang Lici patted Chi Yun's shoulder. "Don't speak such nonsense before seniors and masters."
Shen Langhun frowned slightly. The Foolish One Kang Ting—he seemed to have heard this name somewhere… but it seemed like a memory from too distant a past, impossible to trace.
Just then, the courtyard gate opened, and a stern monk with black hair cascading over his shoulders stood in the doorway. They had heard everything said outside. Master Puzhu's face remained stern and expressionless. Gu Xitan's voice came from within: "The three of you have traveled far—please come in."
The three entered the room, which was filled with green plants—many pots of charming flowers and plants that didn't match Master Puzhu's stern temperament at all. Clearly they weren't planted by Puzhu, yet they created an elegant and leisurely atmosphere that was pleasant to behold. On the bed lay a person with a pale face and blood around his lips—it was Xiao Qilan.
"Brother Xiao was struck by Yu Qifeng's sword. His chest bones are completely shattered and his life hangs by a thread," Zhong Chunji said sadly. "That move 'West Wind Cuts Wild Fire' was truly…"
It turned out that when Chi Yun and Yu Qifeng had faced off earlier, Xiao Qilan had intervened to help, triggering sword energy. Yu Qifeng's "West Wind Cuts Wild Fire" had been unleashed entirely at Xiao Qilan, which allowed Shen Langhun to ambush him. Strictly speaking, Xiao Qilan had taken this sword strike in Chi Yun's place.
Chi Yun grabbed Xiao Qilan's pulse point. "When I fight someone, who asked you to interfere? Now you're half-dead—serves you right. I can't treat this injury. Hey, Shen guy, you do it."
Shen Langhun pressed Xiao Qilan's neck and pondered slightly. "What does Master Puzhu say?"
Gu Xitan said, "His chest bones are completely shattered, but fortunately his heart vessels aren't severely injured. This sword was deflected by Brother Chi's blade energy, passing through his lungs—the external injuries are severe. His internal organs were damaged by Yu Qifeng's powerful sword energy, his meridians severed. Even if healed, his martial skills would be completely ruined. Sigh…"
Tang Lici's snow-white fingers also lightly touched Xiao Qilan's pulse point. "I know nothing about healing, but are there any miraculous medicines or treasures that could heal such severe injuries? Hero Xiao is brave and righteous—he shouldn't suffer such torment."
Gu Xitan shook his head in despair. Shen Langhun said indifferently, "Unparalleled miraculous medicine could naturally heal such severe injuries. If you have thousand-year ginseng, ten-thousand-year polygonum, Jade Pool golden elixir, or white jade lingzhi, you could save his life."
Tang Lici coughed lightly. "I don't have thousand-year ginseng or ten-thousand-year polygonum, but how about this medicine?"
He took a jade box from his sleeve, about the size of a walnut, colored crimson like a small peach. Opening the box, an extremely strange and unpleasant odor rushed out, making everyone cover their noses. Gu Xitan asked, "What is this?"
Inside the box was a black pill whose smell wasn't particularly foul but made one want to vomit. Zhong Chunji was the first unable to withstand it, retreating outside to take several deep breaths before holding her breath and returning.
"This is an anesthetic. After taking this medicine, pain sensation disappears for twelve hours, yet consciousness remains clear," Tang Lici said. "If you all have the ability to reconnect meridians and mend shattered bones, after Hero Xiao takes this medicine, even if we open his chest and abdomen, he won't be in danger for twelve hours and will remain conscious to cooperate with energy circulation."
Shen Langhun's expression changed slightly. "Could this be Mafeisan?"
Tang Lici closed the peach-shaped box, and the strange odor faded. "This is an anesthetic stronger than Mafeisan, harmless to the body."
Shen Langhun's heart stirred. When he was able to bury Fang Zhou's heart in his own abdomen and connect blood vessels, he must have used this type of pill, but what did he use to connect the blood vessels?
"If we open his chest, mending the shattered bones won't be a problem, but severed meridians aren't physical objects. To reconnect meridians, we must clear all blockages throughout his body—it will probably require everyone working together."
Gu Xitan's spirits lifted. "Fortunately we have many people. How many masters are needed to heal Brother Xiao's injury?"
Shen Langhun said indifferently, "You, me, Chi Yun, and Puzhu—four people."
Gu Xitan said, "I'll go discuss with the Master." He rushed outside and exchanged a few words with Puzhu, who stood silently at the door. "The Master agrees to save him, but if the four of us work to save him, the safety of this place will rest on Young Master Tang and Miss Zhong's shoulders."
Zhong Chunji raised her sword. "Please rest assured, everyone. Zhong Chunji will fight to the death to ensure your complete success."
Chi Yun said coldly, "I'm afraid even if you fight to the death, you can't ensure any success."
Tang Lici raised his sleeve to block, smiling as he stood before Zhong Chunji. "Don't be rude to Miss Zhong. Born as handsome and elegant as you are, your speech should be more polite and refined."
Chi Yun rolled his eyes. "I just like annoying people—so what?"
Tang Lici said, "Nothing wrong with that—just a stubborn personality." He smiled at Gu Xitan. "Time is precious. Everyone begin the procedure. Miss Zhong and I will guard outside the door."
Gu Xitan nodded. Shen Langhun pressed several points on Xiao Qilan's body, sealing several acupoints and inserting several steel needles, then began explaining in detail how to coordinate energy circulation. Everyone was an expert in this field, each taking action and slowly beginning to circulate energy. After meridians were connected and energy flowed through, they would open his chest to treat the shattered bone injuries—this was more appropriate.
Tang Lici and Zhong Chunji stood side by side at the door. Zhong Chunji gazed at the grave outside and sighed quietly. "This ghost pill incident—who knows when it will end or how many will suffer misfortune. If all the reclusive masters in the world could emerge to help with this matter, that would be wonderful."
Tang Lici looked at the plum grove outside without speaking. Zhong Chunji glanced at him. This person had refined features and gentle, proper behavior. He was also the master of the National Uncle, Wanqiao Studio, and Chi Yun. She wondered what role he could play in this affair. Someone who had reached his level of power and wealth at such a young age—why did his eyes look so… so…
She lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Tang Lici's eyes. They were extremely beautiful eyes, yet the expression in them was complex and ever-changing. Looking too long somehow made her feel mentally and physically exhausted.
He was mysterious and unfathomable. Though he appeared to be a scholarly gentleman, she vaguely sensed that deep within his body and heart, he must be different from his outward appearance.
"What is Miss Zhong thinking about?" While she was unsettled, Tang Lici smiled and asked. Though he wasn't looking at her, he seemed to see her clearly. "Or reflecting on something?"
"Nothing," she said quietly. "I just find it incredible that Young Master Tang can be friends with Chi Yun and Shen Langhun."
Tang Lici smiled slightly. In this supremely elegant dwelling, the subtle fragrance of white plums seemed to scatter his thoughts as well. He wanted to say something but ultimately didn't.
Fengfeng, whom Shen Langhun had placed in a chair inside, suddenly burst into loud crying. Tang Lici turned to carry him out, and Fengfeng immediately broke into smiles, firmly grasping his gray hair.
"Was Young Master Tang born with this hair color?" Zhong Chunji's gaze moved to Tang Lici's hair—a full head of silver-gray long hair was truly rare in the world.
Tang Lici raised his hand to smooth his hair. "I heard there's also someone in the martial world with completely white hair, called White Hair, isn't there?"
Zhong Chunji nodded. "I've met Hero Bai once. His white hair is like an old person's white hair, but your hair is silver-gray—I've never seen anyone naturally born like this."
Tang Lici smiled slightly. "Then just consider me naturally born this way."
Zhong Chunji was stunned. What did these words mean? This person was mysterious, speaking in puzzling ways. She paused—better not to think too deeply about it.
After a moment, Tang Lici leaned against the door, gently rubbing the silver bracelet on his wrist: "Spring intention flows through azure blossoms without reason, grass and trees have entwined several homes with green. Cloud Bodhi, plum blossom jade, where does the qin hear human voices weeping."
"Miss Zhong has charming grace and surely excels at poetry. How is this poem?"
Zhong Chunji pondered it several times in her heart. "What tune is this?"
Tang Lici said, "I don't know what tune either—I heard someone sing it long ago."
Zhong Chunji said, "The poem's meaning is elegant and otherworldly, yet somehow has a mournful sound."
Tang Lici smiled slightly. "What do you think of the person who wrote this poem?"
Zhong Chunji reflected, "It must be a recluse who has left the world behind with a tranquil nature, who could observe spring's serenity."
Tang Lici said, "Mm, I've asked three people about this poem—all renowned masters of our time—and their general meaning was the same as yours. Unfortunately…"
Zhong Chunji was slightly stunned. "Unfortunately what?"
Tang Lici gazed at the plum grove, elegant as snow like the poem's meaning. "The person who wrote this poem is my dear friend."
Zhong Chunji said, "If he's your dear friend, that's wonderful—what's unfortunate about it?"
Tang Lici said, "My dear friend has peerless grace and a compassionate heart. Whether in character or appearance, he could be called unparalleled in the world… I haven't seen the beauty Liuyin's grace, but I deeply believe my dear friend is no less than Liuyin."
When he spoke these words, his tone was very calm. Because it was calm, it sounded very genuine. Zhong Chunji thought to herself that you're also an elegant young master—if you say so, that person must truly be a rarely seen beautiful man in the world. But for a man, what does beauty or lack thereof matter?
She heard Tang Lici slowly continue, "At his former residence, there was also such a plum grove. He also loved plums. This poem was written for plum leaves when he lived in the plum grove. Unfortunately, such a peerlessly graceful dear friend poisoned the wine I drank, severely wounded me, threw me into a well, then poured a bucket of tung oil into the well and set a great fire."
"Ah!" Zhong Chunji exclaimed quietly. "Why did he want to harm you?"
Tang Lici smiled slightly. "Because I am an evil demon."
Zhong Chunji was completely puzzled. Tang Lici pressed a pale finger to his lips and somehow managed to whistle out a tune—ethereal and clear, an unfamiliar melody. Within the elegant otherworldliness that left the world behind, threads of desolation were woven. After several phrases ended, Tang Lici sighed.
"I am an evil demon, so I don't understand—why would a bodhisattva also become demonic? Did I cause it?"
Zhong Chunji didn't understand the grudges and grievances in his mind, staring at him intently. Tang Lici smiled slightly again. "My heart has thoughts, but I've confused you, Miss. I apologize."
He spoke so gently that Zhong Chunji's face reddened slightly. She had been completely puzzled by this person, but those beautiful yet complex eyes, the elegant and mournful tune from his lips, and this gentle apology suddenly made her heart flutter in confusion. The elegant and gentle image of Wanyu Yuedan seemed to become somewhat hazy, while Tang Lici's beautiful features were so clear. These two men were similar yet different—she began to have difficulty distinguishing the differences between them…
After all, Zhong Chunji wasn't Huang Sanjin. She couldn't clearly see that the shadow behind Tang Lici was evil energy, while the shadow behind Wanyu Yuedan was dominating energy. A woman could willfully love a man with dominating energy, but absolutely must not love a man with evil energy.
Inside the door, the five people concentrated on circulating energy. Xiao Qilan's pale face began to show color, but blood continuously flowed from his severe chest wound. If the meridian reconnection didn't finish soon, even if successful, Xiao Qilan would die from excessive blood loss.
Master Puzhu's internal power was the deepest among them. He suddenly struck, pressing several more points on Xiao Qilan's chest—not acupoints, but places that could stop blood circulation. The blood flowing from the wound finally slowed. The instant Master Puzhu pressed those points, suddenly a heat force rebounded from within Xiao Qilan's body. Everyone was caught off guard, each groaning quietly as their lip color instantly turned purple.
Chi Yun's anger flared, and Gu Xitan shouted sternly, "It's poison!"
Master Puzhu said nothing, flicking his sleeve to shake the three men's palms away from Xiao Qilan's body. He placed both palms on Xiao Qilan's back, white vapor rising from his head as he single-handedly took on the healing task!
Gu Xitan called hoarsely, "Master Puzhu!"
This poison was on Yu Qifeng's sword blade, piercing deep into Xiao Qilan's chest. Through everyone's energy circulation, it had spread and transmitted to everyone's bodies! The longer the contact with Xiao Qilan, the deeper the poisoning. Master Puzhu shook everyone away and healed alone—this was the great compassion of sacrificing oneself to save others!
Chi Yun spat purple blood and cursed, "Damn it! Monk, let go quickly…"
Master Puzhu turned a deaf ear, his face calm. His slightly murderous features faintly revealed an aura of round holiness. Xiao Qilan spat a mouthful of fresh blood, coughed several times, and slowly opened his eyes. "Let… go…"
The healing inside took a turn for the worse. Zhong Chunji heard the sounds and turned back, while Tang Lici gazed at the plum grove—their reactions completely different. Among the misty white plums, as evening shadows darkened, wisps of cold seemed to drift out. Falling plums scattered in profusion, shadows indistinct.
"Miss Zhong, I have a bottle of medicine. Go inside—if anyone can't move, give it to Master Puzhu first." Tang Lici spoke gently. "I'll entrust the inside to you, Miss."
"Outside, could there be—" Zhong Chunji hadn't detected any enemies outside and cried out, "Could someone be there?"
Tang Lici smiled slightly, tossing a medicine bottle from his sleeve. "Saving people is urgent—please go inside, Miss."
Zhong Chunji's thoughts were in disarray. Catching the medicine, she turned and rushed into the room. If there really were enemies attacking outside, could Tang Lici alone withstand them?
Stepping into the room, Chi Yun and the others had blue-purple faces, each circulating energy to resist poison. This poison was extremely fierce—delaying even a moment, it had already invaded their meridians. Master Puzhu was healing alone while Xiao Qilan's complexion improved. He was quite conscious, knowing he had transmitted poison to everyone, his expression pained.
Zhong Chunji held the medicine bottle, seeing the situation and not daring to hesitate. She poured out a pill and put it in Master Puzhu's mouth. Master Puzhu's martial skills were profound and he hadn't yet fallen into an irreversible state. The antidote entered his throat just as he was intensifying his energy circulation. His whole body's blood and energy flowed, quickly dissolving the pill, and the blue-purple color on his face gradually faded.
Zhong Chunji distributed the antidote to everyone, wondering in her heart why Tang Lici would have an antidote. Could he have predicted what poison Yu Qifeng had put on his sword?
Master Puzhu slowly finished his practice. Xiao Qilan's complexion eased, extremely fatigued, and he fell into deep sleep. Chi Yun and the others meditated to protect their essence, each forcing out the poison. Though not deeply poisoned, this poison was extremely domineering—being poisoned even briefly severely damaged one's vital energy.
Zhong Chunji pressed her hand on her sword hilt, concentrating on guard duty. She was a famous master's disciple. Though Xue Xianzi taught carelessly, she learned attentively with considerable insight. Seeing this poison fierce as flames, causing blue-purple faces after poisoning and damaging true essence, she was slightly shocked: Could this actually be the "Burning Heaven Flame" that had disappeared from the martial world for years? She'd heard this poison had strange properties—the more people poisoned and gathered together, the stronger the poison became. If only one person was poisoned, it would actually be easier to neutralize.
Outside was completely quiet, only the sound of falling plums in the silent night, as if even Tang Lici standing at the door had disappeared in this tranquility. Zhong Chunji concentrated on listening, only hearing the falling plums in the grove gradually increasing, swirling in profusion, as if a silent whirlwind had risen. Then with a "tap," in the plum grove with no human traces, it seemed a foot had appeared from nowhere, stepping lightly forward.
With another soft "tap," someone also stepped lightly behind the house. The person in the plum grove advanced another step, the person behind the house also moved forward one step. The person in the plum grove advanced again, but the person behind the house didn't move.
Tang Lici leaned against the door. A light red figure walked slowly from the plum grove, while at the corner behind the house, a gray-clothed person stood quietly by the wall. Falling plums drifted mistily when suddenly a deep, magnificent string sound rang from afar, like a drum or falling object. Where the sound passed, plum blossoms fell rapidly, instantly covering the ground with white plums like falling snow.
One string sound, two sounds, three sounds… silent and magnificent, like approaching death, faintly carrying the music of heaven and earth.
The light red figure moved, stepping to the string sounds—one sound, one step.
The person behind the house didn't move, didn't speak.
Tang Lici smiled, watching the red-clothed person approaching to the string sounds.
It was a handsome young man with plum blossoms embroidered all over his clothes—red plums, completely different from the snow plums in the grove. His hands were empty, carrying no weapons. Forest wind came gently, lifting his sleeves in graceful motion. On both his wrists were tattooed red plums—white hands with red plums, strikingly conspicuous. He didn't know what the person behind the house looked like, but obviously they wouldn't be inferior to this red plum man before him. Since the merit transfer, Tang Lici hadn't encountered a true opponent. He wondered if these two before and behind could make him look with new eyes?
The string sounds had only rung three times faintly before stopping. That restrained atmosphere was like approaching storm clouds, thick clouds gathering horizontally, pressing down ready to crush.
Inside the house, Chi Yun suddenly opened his eyes. His practice wasn't complete yet, but he suddenly stopped and struggled to stand up. Zhong Chunji was startled, quickly pressing him down and whispering, "What's wrong? Your poison injury isn't healed—why are you getting up?"
Chi Yun swept his sleeve, pushing her away with a "swoosh" and opening the door with a creak, his snow-white back disappearing through the door crack. She was stunned for a moment. Though this person had a vicious tongue, he valued emotion and righteousness. With a poisoned body, he still wouldn't let Tang Lici guard alone. But in Chi Yun's current condition, even if he went outside, what help could he provide? After brief consideration, she sealed the acupoints of everyone in the room. At this moment, making them struggle to fight would only mean sending them to their deaths.
The door opened and Chi Yun's figure flashed out. Tang Lici smiled, "At this time, should you stand behind me, or should I still stand behind you?"
Chi Yun's face was pale as he coughed quietly, "What time is this for such nonsense! Just with you, can you withstand the Seven Flowers Cloud Wanderers? Damn it, even if I were in perfect condition, I might not be able to handle one or two… cough cough…"
Tang Lici raised his sleeve, the fabric flowing like clouds, shielding Chi Yun behind him. "Since you can't handle one or two, you'll have to stand behind me."
Chi Yun spat and flashed out, "Bullshit! These people's martial arts form their own school, combining strange door illusions. When fighting, they'll release various strange medicines and use formations—they're among the most annoying opponents in the world."
Tang Lici moved close behind him, smiling, "Are they really so terrible?"
Chi Yun stared at the opponents, not daring to be careless at all. The "Seven Flowers Cloud Wanderers" consisted of seven people. No one in the world knew their real names—each gave themselves strange names. Usually wandering the martial world, they were both righteous and evil. Coming here now, had they actually become masters recruited by Fengliu Shop?
Before finishing this thought, suddenly the hair on his back stood up, sensing danger. He heard a soft "crack," his head became dizzy, and behind him someone sighed gently, "I told you to stand behind me—who told you not to? But I knew you wouldn't agree, which is why I said it…"
Chi Yun fell backward, and Tang Lici caught him, leaning back against the door. The door opened, he handed Chi Yun to Zhong Chunji behind him, smiling, "Trouble you, Miss Zhong."
Zhong Chunji took him back, saying quietly, "The Seven Flowers Cloud Wanderers are no ordinary opponents—please be extremely careful, Young Master Tang."
Tang Lici stepped forward, the door closed, and he straightened his sleeves, his clothes pristine. "Yes… seeing that the guests don't wish to take advantage of others' misfortune shows they're good opponents."
He said this to the red plum man in the grove. The red plum man didn't speak or move, with wind blowing plum blossoms, falling more and more around him like endless plum blossom snow.
"You are injured."
As falling plums slanted past eyebrows and temples, that person spoke quietly, his voice hoarse like grinding stones, completely mismatched with his handsome appearance.
Tang Lici raised his hand in salute. "May I ask how to address you, brother? What brings you here? Such destruction of flowers is regrettable."
That person said quietly, "I am divining, not destroying flowers."
Tang Lici said, "Using falling plums for divination—could brother be practicing Plum Blossom Numerology?"
That person said hoarsely, "I am Plum Blossom Numerology."
Plum Blossom Numerology was a method of divination using falling plums. This person actually called himself Plum Blossom Numerology—could he consider himself a divination? Or was he truly proficient in this art, obsessed to the point of possession?
Tang Lici smiled slightly. "What did Brother Plum Blossom divine?"
Plum Blossom Numerology said, "You killed Yu Qifeng—you deserve death."
Tang Lici said, "Brother Plum Blossom divined incorrectly. Yu Qifeng wasn't killed by me but died unfortunately in an accidental explosion of the sword hall. What does it have to do with me?"
Plum Blossom Numerology said, "The plum blossoms say you killed Yu Qifeng. I say you killed Yu Qifeng. You are the murderer."
Tang Lici said, "I see. Thank you for the teaching."
Zhong Chunji peered at "Plum Blossom Numerology" from behind the door, only feeling this person's movements were somewhat stiff, his eyes vacant, his speech incoherent, as if his mind wasn't clear. She was horrified—who in the world could make the Seven Flowers Cloud Wanderers become like this? Plum Blossom Numerology was probably controlled by some evil art, and the key might be those string sounds just now.
Suddenly wind howled from the side of the house. The gray-clothed person moved like lightning, instantly reaching within two steps of Tang Lici. His sword was eight feet long, like a spear. The sword tip touched the ground, sword energy swept across the earth, and within a zhang radius around him, flying sand and stones turned the area into empty ground!
Tang Lici and the house behind him were within his sword energy. Immediately Tang Lici's clothes and hair became disheveled, roof tiles shook behind the house, and white lime fell from the walls like an earthquake. Zhong Chunji was affected by this shock, retreating three steps behind the door and crying out, "Kuanglan!"
It turned out the "Seven Flowers Cloud Wanderers" consisted of seven people. No one in the world knew their original names. Three commonly appeared in the martial world, known as "Plum Blossom Numerology," "Kuanglan Wuxing," and "One Peach Three Colors." These people were honored guests of the Central Plains Sword Association. Every year during the sword gathering, they were listed as judges. Every participant's sword techniques and martial arts had to pass through their eyes for written comments. Though not righteous path members, the Seven Flowers Cloud Wanderers were definitely not treacherous villains. They had close relations with Yu Qifeng, but somehow Yu Qifeng had become a pawn under Fengliu Shop, and even the Seven Flowers Cloud Wanderers had been recruited. What demonic arts did Fengliu Shop possess to manipulate so many people's wills?
Outside the door, Tang Lici alone faced Plum Blossom Numerology and Kuanglan Wuxing. Plum Blossom Numerology's mind seemed clear yet unclear, while Kuanglan Wuxing wore gray clothes with disheveled hair, completely unclear whether he was awake or confused. However, Kuanglan's long sword swept horizontally while Plum Blossom Numerology flicked his sleeve, sending more than ten white falling plums through the air, their fierceness surpassing blade edges, directly attacking over ten major acupoints on Tang Lici's upper body!
Tang Lici backed against the door. At this moment, his brow furrowed slightly, his hand pressed his abdomen, slightly bending over. Behind the door, Zhong Chunji's whole heart hung suspended, almost crying out in alarm. At this critical moment, if Tang Lici's old injury flared up and he couldn't resist the enemies, wouldn't the five people inside have no hope of survival?
More than ten white plums broke through the air. Tang Lici swept horizontally with his sleeve, and the plum blossoms were knocked down by the sleeve wind. However, Kuanglan's eight-foot sword, carrying a mournful sword whistle, followed closely behind the white plums, slashing at his waist. This sword not only aimed to cut Tang Lici in half but also to split open the door behind him.
Plum Blossom Numerology's white plums missed, and his figure danced like flowers, rushing into the sword light below, his plum leaf knives carrying points of cold light, all attacking Tang Lici's legs and feet.
With a soft "crack," Tang Lici caught the white blade with bare hands, his right hand's two fingers pinching Kuanglan's long sword. However, two fingers' strength could hardly block a sword's power. Though the sword momentum had slowed, it still slashed at his waist. Plum Blossom Numerology crouched to attack, his plum leaf knife already at Tang Lici's knee. If this strike landed, he would be crippled!
Zhong Chunji's face turned pale—in the world, how many could withstand such an assault? Yet she heard Tang Lici speak gently amid the swift swords and fierce blades: "Miss Zhong, only two have come—take the others and leave!"
He suddenly hooked with both fingers, and Kuanglan's long sword bent according to his finger force, ding—perfectly blocking the plum leaf knife at his knee. The long sword immediately sprang back, its momentum undiminished. Tang Lici backed against the door with nowhere to retreat. Plum Blossom Numerology crouched then leaped up, his plum leaf knife swooshing across his neck. In the bright blade light, a patch of light red suddenly burst forth—mist spraying from the knife handle!
These two people—one person's attack was already that of a supreme master. Two together, in just two moves, Tang Lici was already in mortal danger!
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