The 26th Chapter

This set of saber techniques was learned from Subduing Tiger Mountain. To be chosen and accepted as a disciple by an ancient great sect like Subduing Tiger Mountain, his talent and comprehension went without saying. Coupled with Yuan Meng's natural divine strength, wielding such a heavy saber, his saber techniques were truly terrifying when unleashed.

Ning Chang'an's eyes narrowed, and he coldly laughed, "Yuan Meng, your saber techniques are incomplete!"

He had already spotted five flaws, one of which was fatal if the follow-up move was not handled exquisitely.

Yuan Meng let out a strange laugh and fiercely slashed down with his saber, intending to split Ning Chang'an in two.

Ning Chang'an's Gloomy Cold Soul Severing Sword trembled in his hand. He stepped forward with the gait of a dragon and tiger, thrusting out his sword.

Clang!

Ning Chang'an's shoulder sank, and his long sword vibrated with a soft hum. A notch appeared on the edge of Yuan Meng's saber, and Yuan Meng was forced back three steps by the impact.

These three steps were all within Ning Chang'an's calculations; everything was as expected.

Ning Chang'an's unmoving body suddenly lunged forward, his figure like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, the tip of his Gloomy Cold Soul Severing Sword flashing with cold light.

Fast! Fierce! Ruthless!

This sword thrust accurately embodied these three words.

Yuan Meng's face turned ashen with shock. He tried to draw his saber to block, but it was too late.

He couldn't believe that Ning Chang'an was not at all weaker than him in terms of strength.

The cold light vanished, and the blood light appeared.

The Gloomy Cold Soul Severing Sword pierced into Yuan Meng's throat and exited from the back of his neck. Yuan Meng's eyes widened, his saber clattered to the ground, and his cervical spine was broken. Ning Chang'an flicked his sword, and blood splattered into the air. Yuan Meng's corpse flew off the stage like a tattered sack.

Shouldering his long sword as usual, Chang'an coldly laughed, "How could such a villain appear at Green Willow Manor and disturb its tranquility? Old Manor Lord, you are truly too careless to let such a person in. However, now that he's dead, I, Ning Chang'an, have helped Green Willow Manor rectify its mistake."

Ning Chang'an said this merely to mock Lu Family Manor.

Lu Feixin slowly opened his eyes and said, "You are a great demon, and the likes of Yuan Meng are villainous thugs. My move is called 'driving the tiger to swallow the wolf.' In my old age, it's not bad to occasionally watch dogs fight dogs!"

Everyone's expression turned strange. No one expected Lu Feixin to speak so frankly about his sinister intentions, and to do so so casually. Yet, no one found it amiss. Even the vicious individuals with terrible records, upon hearing this, would only dare to curse the old geezer, the old dog, in their hearts, filled with anger but unable to speak.

The sinister intentions of Lu Family Manor were immediately revealed.

Ning Chang'an's gaze shifted, and he suddenly saw a smiling face in a secluded corner upstairs.

Cao Jing's smiling face.

At this moment, Cao Jing was smiling sinisterly, a look of mischief on his face.

Ning Chang'an coldly laughed, "The hungry wolf leads, the hyena follows! Lu Sheng, Lu Feixin, well done, you are very good!" He suddenly straightened his Gloomy Cold Soul Severing Sword, pointing it directly at Lu Feixin, his expression completely darkening. He coldly shouted, "And what dog is coming up next?"

The entire venue fell silent.

Those who knew Ning Chang'an understood that this was Ning Chang'an's stance when he was about to fight desperately.

Sword pointed, whoever comes will die!

Money was tempting, but one had to have the ability to take it. Money not yet obtained was no different from toilet paper.

Old Man Mu suddenly climbed onto the stage, he truly climbed up. No one knew how he squeezed to the edge of the stage. Everyone stared with wide eyes, then burst into laughter. Because no matter who saw Old Man Mu's appearance, they would only think he was a simpleton, not quite right in the head. Old Man Mu's hair was white and messy, truly like flying reeds, and his attire resembled that of a genuine farmer. Coupled with his severe hunchback, climbing onto the stage, he looked like a shrimp thrown onto the shore.

Ning Chang'an shouted, "Old Man Mu, what are you doing up here?"

Old Man Mu's eyeballs darted around, seeming a bit flustered, and he mumbled, "I want to speak."

Ning Chang'an asked, "What do you want to say?"

Old Man Mu suddenly spun around on the spot, then recognized the direction. He raised his hand and pointed at Lu Feixin, saying, "He is the dog, you are the dragon and tiger! The dog just spoke incorrectly. I really can't stand listening to the old dog bark!"

Ning Chang'an was stunned, and everyone else was also stunned. The atmosphere was bizarre.

Old Man Mu wanted to speak, and his words would only buzz like a fly. But this time, it was truly at the wrong time and wrong place.

Lu Feixin suddenly stood up, his eyes glaring fiercely at Old Man Mu.

Old Man Mu slowly walked towards the edge of the stage, mumbling, "I've said what I wanted to say, and I feel better!"

He might truly feel better, but Lu Feixin, being pointed at and called a dog, was extremely uncomfortable. Now, even if Old Man Mu were a genuine fool, an idiot, or senile, he was no different from a dead man.

Four figures swooped down from upstairs, heading straight for Old Man Mu.

The four landed lightly, their toes barely touching the ground before they sprang up like swallows, landing three feet in front of Old Man Mu. Old Man Mu grumbled, "Good dogs don't block the way!"

The four experts from Lu Family Manor collapsed to the sides in unison, their eyes wide open, still retaining their angry stares, but they lay motionless on the ground.

The surrounding people were so frightened by this bizarre scene that they repeatedly retreated.

Old Man Mu mumbled indistinctly, "There aren't many obedient young people like this nowadays!" He thought these four had truly made way for him, unaware that they were already dead.

No one knew how those four had died.

Lu Feixin's expression turned grim. The wrinkles on his old face twisted, and his eyes were deep and cold. He had been an escort his entire life and had seen all sorts of strange things, but he had never even imagined such a bizarre event. Lu Feixin immediately felt that things were out of control. He waved his hand, and another four people flew down.

However, these four fell from mid-air.

This scene cast a strange shadow over the entire Green Willow Manor.

A man upstairs suddenly stood up and said, "Old Lu, allow me to try!"

Lu Feixin looked at the man who spoke and nodded, "Dongyue, I can breathe a sigh of relief if you are willing to make a move! Allow me to see clearly and capture the perpetrator."

Killing eight people from Lu Family Manor so stealthily and without Lu Feixin's knowledge was no less than a resounding slap in his face.

If he couldn't figure out what was going on, his old face would have nowhere to hide.

The man called Dongyue was surnamed Mao. In his youth, he practiced external martial arts and was rumored to have had a miraculous encounter. In a desolate and dangerous place, he obtained a peerless Qi Gong Mind Method manual. When he practiced Qi Gong, it circulated throughout his body, like a golden bell shield, making him impervious to blades and unable to be pierced by hidden weapons.

Therefore, as soon as Lu Feixin heard that Mao Dongyue was going downstairs to test it, he was immediately relieved. He was determined to seize this opportunity to see through the methods of whoever was responsible.

Mao Dongyue leaped forward and descended the stairs, heading straight for Old Man Mu. At this moment, Old Man Mu was naturally the most suspicious. If he wanted to investigate, Old Man Mu was his first choice.

Everyone saw Mao Dongyue charging over, his imposing presence filling the air, as if a great bell was constantly surrounding his body. As he swept past, people on both sides were knocked to the ground, rolling.

Mao Dongyue seemed unharmed, but when he was still ten feet away from Old Man Mu, he suddenly coughed. Mao Dongyue hadn't truly coughed in nearly ten years. This cough was no small matter, as Mao Dongyue suddenly felt a sticky sensation in his mouth, and a surge of blood rushed into his nasal cavity.

He actually coughed up blood.

Mao Dongyue took two more steps, staggered, and then collapsed.

He had died again.

Lu Feixin, however, had seen nothing.

The little girl eating pine nuts stopped eating, and those whispering to each other fell silent. Even Ning Chang'an felt a chill surge through his heart.

Who was Mao Dongyue?! Mao Dongyue was Mao Santong's son. Mao Santong's nickname was King Mao. Anyone who dared to call themselves King Mao and was still alive couldn't be described merely as a master of martial arts.

Those King Mao wanted dead and those who wanted to kill King Mao were all ghosts. Some said that if he hadn't been so heavy on killing and burdened by karma, suffering from a kind of madness, he might have become a great hero. Mao Santong didn't become a great hero, but he was King Mao for over a decade.

Now that his son had died so bizarrely, the King Mao would surely go mad and become a demon king!

Everyone present felt as if a nightmare had descended upon them.

King Mao was someone no one could afford to offend, and Lu Feixin was no exception.

Seeing this scene, Lu Feixin slumped back into his large chair and murmured, "My Lu family's great tribulation has arrived!"

After the suffocating silence came a commotion, panic, and chaos.

King Mao's son had died at Green Willow Manor, and no one in the training ground of Green Willow Manor would be able to escape responsibility. Given King Mao's heavy hand in killing, he would not let anyone off easily.

This was something everyone understood and wouldn't doubt in the slightest.

Ning Chang'an had sparred with Mao Dongyue before, but their exchange had been limited to a point, without harming their friendship. Mao Dongyue was a straightforward person, possessing his father's fearlessness but also his own worldly tact. His martial arts were first-rate, of course, and his protective Qi Gong was virtually unbreakable. His fighting style was deeply influenced by his father, King Mao, being explosive and ruthless, with a hidden subtlety beneath his rough exterior.

Ning Chang'an absolutely refused to believe that Mao Dongyue would kick the bucket simply from a cough.

Who had attacked him?! No one had seen it, and no one could have imagined it.

But one person was the most suspicious. That person was Old Man Mu.

Old Man Mu couldn't stand the sight of blood, so even when he climbed onto the stage to speak, he didn't look at Ning Chang'an, because he smelled blood on Ning Chang'an. Ning Chang'an had known this for a long time.

But now Mao Dongyue lay before him, blood gurgling from his mouth, forming a bloody, glaring pool on the ground. Old Man Mu couldn't avoid seeing it any longer.

The moment Old Man Mu saw the blood, his face turned pale and greenish. In an instant, he looked like a corpse dug up from a coffin after a few days in the ground. He cried out in alarm, "Gah! I'm going to vomit everything in my stomach!"

"Blood! Blood..."

Old Man Mu shrieked madly, like a fly trapped in a glass bottle, buzzing and crashing around. Wherever he bumped, people recoiled as if from a plague.

Old Man Mu had gone mad.

Ning Chang'an couldn't understand why Liu Ruyan had arranged such an abnormal person to drive for him.

Lu Feixin's two white eyebrows nearly twisted together. He suddenly roared, "Seize that crazy old man! Everyone else, get to the side, and no one is allowed to leave!"

The crowd surged towards the west side of the training ground like a flock of ducks. The disciples of Lu Family Manor and the escorts of Yangwei Escort Agency sprang into action, guarding all exits to prevent anyone from attempting to escape. By this point, no one dared to leave; to want to leave now meant admitting guilt, admitting guilt meant suspicion, and suspicion meant certain death.