Blade Slashes Qinghai One-Eyed Owl, Night Rain of the Xiang River Takes Notice

In the early morning, at the Liu Manor in Hengyang City.

The Liu Manor, usually bustling with activity, exuded a somber atmosphere these past two days.

Everyone knew that the Mount Song Sect's retaliation was imminent.

With the formidable strength of the Mount Song Sect, the Liu Manor would likely struggle to resist.

Even Liu Zhengfeng himself wasn't overly confident.

Therefore, while selling off his assets, he had also secretly sent his wife, children, and elderly parents out of Hengyang City.

Once the dust settled, if he were still alive, he would bring his family back.

In the guesthouse.

"Old Liu, stop making that long face," Su Chen said, warming up by swinging his long saber, addressing Liu Zhengfeng beside him. "Trust my professional capabilities. I said I'd guarantee your survival. Even King of Hell wouldn't be able to take you away."

Liu Zhengfeng forced a smile. "Then I'll have to rely heavily on you, Lord Su."

Su Chen stood still, sheathing his saber. "By the way, how's the silver coming along?"

Compared to Liu Zhengfeng's mood, Su Chen was more concerned about when the silver would arrive.

"Please rest assured, Lord Su. By noon today, the 200,000 taels of silver will all be in place," Liu Zhengfeng replied.

"Very good!" Su Chen nodded with satisfaction.

In another half a day, he would have 200,000 taels of silver, which made him quite pleased.

Just then, Liu Zhengfeng's disciple, Mi Weiyi, came to report.

"Master, Senior Uncle is here."

"Senior Brother is here..." A hint of emotion flickered across Liu Zhengfeng's face.

It was rumored in the martial arts world that the two main figures of the Hengshan Sect, Mo Da and Liu Zhengfeng, were always at odds.

In reality, only they, as fellow disciples, knew that their relationship was quite harmonious.

Perhaps they had differences in certain philosophies, but on major matters, they had always been of one mind.

"Senior Brother must have heard the news and come to help me," Liu Zhengfeng thought to himself, feeling a touch of gratitude.

Then he looked at Su Chen and said apologetically, "Lord Su, please excuse me. I need to go greet my Senior Brother..."

Just then, an aged voice came, "No need to greet me. I am already here..."

As the voice faded, a tall, thin old man with a gaunt face walked into the courtyard.

This old man was wearing a plain blue gown, washed to a faded blue, and carried a erhu on his back.

He looked somewhat down on his luck, like a consumptive patient.

Su Chen's eyes flashed, and he immediately recognized this person as Liu Zhengfeng's senior disciple brother, the current sect leader of the Hengshan Sect, known in the martial arts world as "Night Rain of the Xiang River," Mr. Mo Da.

Despite his withered appearance and down-and-out demeanor, he was a formidable expert.

In his original world, Mo Da had killed Fei Bin with a single sword strike, although it partly relied on the advantage of a surprise attack.

However, it was enough to demonstrate the high level of martial arts possessed by the Hengshan Sect leader.

Fei Bin was already a Minor Grandmaster in the mid-stage. For Mo Da to kill him with one sword strike meant his cultivation was at least in the late-stage of Minor Grandmaster.

"Senior Brother, allow me to introduce you. This is Lord Su Chen. It was he who saved my family and children at the Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ceremony a couple of days ago," Liu Zhengfeng said, introducing Su Chen to Mo Da.

"I have been hearing Mr. Su's name these past few days," Mo Da said, his voice still as aged as ever.

Ever since he entered this courtyard, his gaze had remained fixed on Su Chen, never wavering.

He was very curious about this powerful swordsman who had suddenly appeared.

He had also heard about Su Chen's exploits in the past few days.

The martial arts world was abuzz with rumors.

At the Golden Basin Hand-Washing Ceremony of Liu Zhengfeng, the second-in-command of Hengshan, a fearsome swordsman had appeared.

With swift efficiency, he had slain three Taibao of the Mount Song Sect: Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and Fei Bin.

When Mo Da first heard this news, he was astonished for a long time.

As a member of the Five Great Sword Sects, he was quite aware of the strength of the Taibao of Mount Song.

The top three among the Thirteen Taibao of Songshan were Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and Fei Bin.

These three not only ranked high but were also the strongest among the Thirteen Taibao.

Mo Da had once assessed himself, believing that with his strength, he could at most kill Fei Bin without taking any damage.

As for Ding Mian and Lu Bai, he would have to fight with all his might against either of them, and the outcome would be uncertain.

Now, a swordsman who had appeared out of nowhere had easily killed Ding Mian and the other two.

Especially since his own junior disciple brother was involved, Mo Da found it difficult not to be concerned.

With this thought, Mo Da spoke, "Thank you, Mr. Su, for saving my junior disciple brother's family. I am deeply grateful."

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"From now on, if you need anything, Mr. Su, please don't hesitate to ask. The entire Hengshan Sect will offer our full support."

Mo Da's words were clearly just polite formalities. Su Chen, having spent three years in the martial arts world, could tell immediately.

Of course, he hadn't expected to gain any significant benefits from Liu Zhengfeng and the others, except for money.

"Sect Leader Mo, there's no need to be so polite. I only saved Junior Brother Liu because he paid me."

Su Chen said this with a smile, his eyes fixed on Mo Da. "If you need my help in the future, Sect Leader Mo, you can also hire me. I'll give you a discount."

Hearing Su Chen's constant talk about money, Mo Da was a bit taken aback.

He had originally thought that a peerless expert like Su Chen would be a person of noble character and high principles.

He never imagined that Su Chen would be so obsessed with money, such an external possession.

For a moment, Mo Da didn't know how to respond.

Just then, a faint laugh echoed from mid-air.

"Hahaha, I thought anyone who could kill a Songshan Taibao would be an extraordinary expert. To see him now, a greedy fellow, is truly disappointing."

The voice was ethereal, seeming to come from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint its source.

Liu Zhengfeng's expression changed. He gripped his sword, looking up at the sky, "What rogue dares to play tricks here? If you have the guts, come out and speak..."

As soon as Liu Zhengfeng finished speaking, a Fanyang hat flew from outside the courtyard.

The Fanyang hat came with incredible speed, spinning in the air like a circular blade, aiming for Liu Zhengfeng.

Liu Zhengfeng couldn't gauge its depth, but he could sense a dangerous aura emanating from the hat.

Therefore, he dared not be careless. He circulated his internal true qi, wielded his long sword, and slashed forward.

Just as his sword edge was about to collide with the Fanyang hat.

At that very moment, the Fanyang hat, as if pulled by a rope, spun back and retreated.

Liu Zhengfeng's sword strike missed, and a look of displeasure crossed his face.

Meanwhile, the Fanyang hat, after its spin, landed in the hand of a linen-clothed man.

The linen-clothed man held the Fanyang hat, a sneer on his lips, "Hengshan Swordplay, nothing more than this."

Hearing him insult the Hengshan Swordplay, Liu Zhengfeng and Mo Da both showed displeasure.

"Who are you, to dare speak so arrogantly and insult my Hengshan Swordplay!"

The linen-clothed man did not respond directly, continuing to laugh. "You want to know my identity? Catch me, and I'll tell you."

"Bold!" Liu Zhengfeng roared, directly attacking with his sword.

His angry strike was even faster than usual.

However, the linen-clothed man's movements were quite bizarre, sometimes upside down, sometimes rolling on the ground.

Though not elegant, it was remarkably effective.

Liu Zhengfeng unleashed dozens of sword strikes, yet he couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Seeing this, Mo Da also showed a hint of surprise.

His right hand unconsciously reached behind his back, touching his erhu, ready to intervene and support his junior brother at any moment.

At this time, Su Chen was also observing the suddenly appearing linen-clothed man, a thoughtful expression on his face.

After a moment, he figured out the man's identity.

"Qinghai One-Eyed Owl, an underworld assassin, disciple of the evil sect's expert Whiteboard Fiend, and colluding with Zuo Lengchan."

"It seems this fellow is Zuo Lengchan's vanguard."

With this thought, Su Chen tightened his grip on his ring-pommel saber.

Since he was sent by Zuo Lengchan, he was part of the business.

And when it came to business, he was serious.

Just then, Liu Zhengfeng was starting to struggle.

Qinghai One-Eyed Owl's martial arts might not be exceptionally high, but his skill was bizarre and unconventional. Liu Zhengfeng had never encountered such evil sect martial arts, and thus, he was finding it difficult to hold on.

"Hengshan's Liu Zhengfeng, so-so..." Qinghai One-Eyed Owl taunted again.

However, the next second, Su Chen suddenly moved. A flash of saber light shot out, directly striking Qinghai One-Eyed Owl, effectively cutting off his next words.

Su Chen was now at the Grandmaster realm. His saber strike was incredibly swift and fast.

Qinghai One-Eyed Owl wanted to dodge, but he couldn't.

In the next instant, he was cut in half by the saber light, falling to the ground, undeniably dead.

Seeing Su Chen make his move and kill Qinghai One-Eyed Owl, Mo Da retracted his hand from the erhu.

He then looked at Su Chen, his eyes filled with a hint of surprise.