Overlord Saber's First Slash, Death God Slash

"I'm here to listen to music, find me a seat," Su Changqing said.

"Certainly, tonight is the night our Youlan Pavilion's top performer, Feng Qingxue, plays her music. Please come in quickly, sir."

Su Changqing stepped onto the large boat. Many people were already inside, with some embracing courtesans, their hands tucked into their clothes, while others sat in the upper levels.

In the center of the boat stood a high platform, shrouded in red, translucent light silk. A woman's slender silhouette could be faintly seen within, her curves full, a figure that was both voluptuous and captivating.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the room, then he took a seat at a corner by the window.

He saw him. The Scarlet Blood Scholar was at the very front, embracing two women, his gaze fixed on Feng Qingxue on the stage.

More and more people arrived. Feng Qingxue looked out through the gauzy curtains and sighed softly before beginning to play.

The melody was soul-stirring, plucking at the heartstrings.

The entire boat fell silent. Some listened, lost in a trance, while others were profoundly moved.

"I heard this Feng Qingxue is the daughter of Master Feng, a registrar at Dali Temple. Later, she offended a eunuch, was framed, and imprisoned. Her daughter ended up here."

Someone sighed with regret, wishing they could rush forward and comfort Feng Qingxue.

Soon, the piece ended. Feng Qingxue only played one song each day, always a sorrowful tune, yet people still flocked to hear it.

It was already late at night. The Scarlet Blood Scholar abandoned the two women beside him and left.

Su Changqing casually tossed a piece of silver and also departed silently.

On the upper level of the large boat, Feng Qingxue gazed at the bright moon in the sky, stroking the zither in her hands. Her skin was like condensed snow, her beauty peerless, her features exquisite, and her eyes filled with loneliness.

"My father was framed and imprisoned, and I have fallen to this. If I ever get the chance, I will surely kill all the eunuchs in this world!"

"Killing all the eunuchs, what difficulty is there? Accompany me for a night, and I will teach you martial arts."

A voice suddenly came from behind. The figure of the Scarlet Blood Scholar appeared.

His eyes were exceptionally effeminate, his face incredibly pale, almost like a woman's. He carried nothing but a striking red sash around his waist.

"Who are you?" Feng Qingxue's face changed drastically, and she quickly retreated.

"I don't like women who resist me," the Scarlet Blood Scholar sneered, slowly sitting down on a nearby chair.

"My offer still stands. You are just a weak woman. If you want to learn martial arts, then accompany me for a night."

"Just one night, and you can learn my martial arts scriptures. Killing a few eunuchs will be effortless, won't it?"

Feng Qingxue stood frozen, her features delicate, her eyebrows like paintings. This scene made the Scarlet Blood Scholar's heart stir.

Outside the window, Su Changqing had changed into a Flying Fish Robe, as black as ink, blending into the night, his face obscured.

"If this Scarlet Blood Scholar takes off his clothes, I can finish him with one strike! If he doesn't, and he's being intimate with this woman, I can also seize the advantage."

His eyes narrowed, he thought to himself.

Su Changqing decided to wait a bit longer.

"Qingxue, come out and play another song. A distinguished guest has offered eight hundred taels for another performance," the madam of Youlan Pavilion suddenly pushed open the door from outside, her face filled with joy.

Since buying Feng Qingxue, Youlan Pavilion's business had improved day by day, and it was on the verge of surpassing the other two major music houses.

Upon entering, the madam's eyes fell on the Scarlet Blood Scholar sitting in the chair, and her expression instantly changed.

This impudent fellow, daring to sneak away with her girl, she was about to curse him out.

The Scarlet Blood Scholar's eyes turned cold. True Qi permeated his single hand as he lunged, piercing her chest and abdomen. Blood splattered everywhere.

The madam's body twitched a few times before falling silent.

Ordinary people were like ants before someone operating at the True Qi realm.

"Have you decided?"

The Scarlet Blood Scholar licked the blood from his fingers, his expression calm and unperturbed, and turned to Feng Qingxue.

"Alright, I'll spend the night with you."

Feng Qingxue's eyes trembled; she almost screamed. She took a deep breath and said.

"Beauty, you truly stir my heart. I will teach you the Art of Yin-Yang Reversal now."

The Scarlet Blood Scholar prepared to undress. He unbuckled his sash, a purplish-red belt, very soft. He placed it on the ground.

Feng Qingxue was also undressing. Suddenly, her eyes changed, and she ran towards the door.

"I've been guarding against you," the Scarlet Blood Scholar laughed heartily and grabbed at Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue's face was panicked, her beauty paling in terror.

At that moment, a figure suddenly burst through the window. He was enveloped in darkness, only his indifferent eyes visible, sharp as lightning.

The long saber in his hand swung down.

It was like a primordial beast roaring within the room, its power terrifying. The saber's aura was blinding, whistling through the air.

The first strike of the Overlord Saber, Death God Slash!

The Scarlet Blood Scholar's expression changed instantly. He dodged, but his right arm was severed, blood gushing out.

The blood was dazzling, staining Feng Qingxue's vision. She was close by, her white dress drenched in it, and she stood there stunned.

"Is this what the bloody Jianghu is like?" she murmured blankly.

The Scarlet Blood Scholar's right arm had been severed, the pain nearly tearing him apart. With a clumsy roll, he scrambled to his feet.

He casually grabbed the red sash that had been taken from him, channeling True Qi into it. Instantly, it transformed into a soft sword of blood-red color.

"Are all you Imperial Guards this shameless? You're worse than eunuchs!" The Scarlet Blood Scholar held the sword in his left hand, a mix of shock and fear surging through him. He glared at Su Changqing and roared.

Su Changqing's face was covered. He couldn't even recognize who this person was, only seeing the gold-embroidered Flying Fish Robe.

This kind of sneak attack was just inhuman!

He had just taken off his pants!

Su Changqing remained silent, striding forward rapidly. His saber cut through the air with a ringing sound.

The Scarlet Blood Scholar could only block with the sword in his left hand.

This sword possessed extraordinary power, its entire body emitting a strange, blood-red hue. It clashed with the Frost Snow Saber, yet showed no signs of weakening, indicating the exceptional quality of its materials.

Surrounding wooden posts snapped layer by layer, and the ship's cabin vibrated. Numerous people noticed the commotion and began heading towards the upper deck.

"Damn you, you only know how to take advantage of a weakened opponent! You just wait!" The Scarlet Blood Scholar felt his strength failing and gritted his teeth.

With his right arm severed, he had lost more than half his strength. He wouldn't last ten rounds against Su Changqing before dying!

The Scarlet Blood Scholar swept his sword, emitting an eerie purple blood. He turned the wooden table in the upper deck into splinters and leaped up, his feet surging. He kicked out one after another with his toes.

This was the Yin-Yang Steps, the Scarlet Blood Scholar's signature technique, known for its incredible speed.

Dozens of wooden shards instantly turned into afterimages, rushing directly towards Su Changqing.

His eyes narrowed. The Frost Snow Saber danced wildly in his hand, its power impregnable.

A tiny wood splinter grazed Su Changqing's cheek, drawing blood and knocking off his black veil.

Su Changqing took a deep breath. He hadn't expected footwork to be used in such a way.

The people in this world were all extraordinary. Even when trapped in a desperate situation, they could still find a way to escape.

"Take me with you..." Feng Qingxue gazed blankly at Su Changqing's face and pleaded.

Her eyelashes fluttered. She stood alone under the moon, her white clothes stained with blood, her features as beautiful as a painting, tinged with a desperate, poignant beauty.

Su Changqing glanced at her but didn't stop. Then, with extreme speed, he leaped out of the window.