"Twelve Story Building"

"Didn't you already get the 'Twelve Story Building'?" Shan Xu asked.

"My friend, I found a few people to practice it! Not a single one succeeded!" Ye Qiandeng said with a furrowed brow.

Even for the secret manual given by someone he considered a friend, he still had to find others to practice it first.

In the Jianghu, one must always be wary of others!

"'Twelve Story Building' requires extremely high comprehension and talent; not everyone can master it!" Shan Xu said.

"Hmph! What comprehension and destiny? Is there a sword technique that can't be learned! They definitely didn't want to teach it and just used the excuse of insufficient comprehension!" Ye Qiandeng didn't believe any of that.

He took a step forward, his body like a large bird soaring, and said, "My friend! Die in peace!"

Under the moonlight, the blade light shimmered with a faint cold glow, like a bright solitary moon, carrying the clear moonlight as it slashed towards Shan Xu.

Shan Xu knew that the Night Blade technique, Night Blade, was at its most powerful at night.

Looking at the bright blade light, there was also a blade shadow as dark as ink. In this darkness, one blade, two shadows, one bright and one dark, making it strange and difficult to defend against.

So, he drew his sword!

"White Jade Capital in the Sky, Five Stories of the Twelve-Story Tower!"

With a swing of his sword, the sword light was bright, ethereal, and peerless, not of the mortal realm, but from beyond the heavens, piercing through layers of clouds and mist!

The sword of a banished immortal!

With two "clang" sounds, Shan Xu's sword light blocked Ye Qiandeng's two light and shadow blades, but he was also unable to strike at Ye Qiandeng.

Because he was too weak.

"Good! Good sword technique!" Ye Qiandeng watched as the sword light cut through his clothes in front of his chest. Perhaps if Shan Xu had used a little more force, he would have been disemboweled.

It was shameful to admit, but both he and Shan Xu were at the Qi Sea cultivation level, and he was always beaten soundly by Shan Xu.

The Twelve Story Building sword technique was simply too strong!

He really wanted it, even if it meant betraying a friend!

"My friend! You were poisoned with 'Bone-Corroding Gut-Severing Powder' and yet you can still hold on until now, and even unleash a sword strike that almost took my life! It truly exceeds my expectations!" Ye Qiandeng looked at Shan Xu with admiration.

"'Twelve Story Building' is an external possession. Hand it over, and I'll give you the antidote. We can still be friends!" Ye Qiandeng said with a serious expression.

"My friend, you saved my life back then! I have already taught you a mere 'Twelve Story Building'!" Shan Xu said, his face pale, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, leaning against the door of the mountain temple to stand steady.

He was truly at the end of his rope.

This time, no one would come to save him.

"Alas! How helpless!" Ye Qiandeng sighed and said, "You forced me to do this!"

He swung his long blade, and another bright blade light slashed towards Shan Xu.

Shan Xu looked at the blade light, unable to even stand steady, and could only wait for death.

Shi Feizhe had been hiding in the dilapidated temple. When he saw Shan Xu's sword strike just now, he thought everything was settled. Such an impressive sword technique, he hadn't even seen it at the Three Talents Manor a few days ago.

But in the blink of an eye, he could only give Ye Qiandeng a massage!

You're not good enough!

He saw clearly that these two called each other friends, but in their hearts, they both wanted to kill the other! Especially Ye Qiandeng, who kept saying he was helpless and would still be friends if the secret manual was handed over. In reality, he had already completely decided to kill. After killing Shan Xu, he would kill him!

Relying on others was not as good as relying on himself; he had to save himself!

Fortunately, he had been practicing martial arts diligently for the past half month, coupled with the triple cultivation speed. The "True Origin True Qi" from the True Origin Sword Finger Technique had formed a small ball in his Dantian.

He had one chance!

So, he rolled over, taking advantage of the time Ye Qiandeng was talking, and came to the inner side of the temple door, which was Ye Qiandeng's blind spot.

When he saw Ye Qiandeng flying over and slashing at Shan Xu, he knew this was his only chance!

He aimed at Ye Qiandeng, raised his right hand, and the true qi in his body followed the path it had taken several days ago, starting from the Dantian, going up to "Chengjiang," then turning into the right arm at "Jianliao," and sinking all the way down to the "Guanchong" on his ring finger.

"Swoosh~" A strange sound, like a bird's cry, or like an object cutting through space at high speed. It flew from Shan Xu's side just as Ye Qiandeng was about to slash him.

"What is that!" He was surprised. His bright blade did not change direction, but his shadow blade slashed towards this mass.

Unfortunately, he was too slow.

The True Origin Sword Qi pierced through his chest at an extremely fast speed, creating a finger-thick hole in his chest!

The sword qi was fast and urgent, like a flying swallow piercing through clouds, disappearing in the blink of an eye, hence the name "Flying Swallow Pierces Clouds"!

"You... how..." Ye Qiandeng covered the large hole in his chest, quickly sealed his acupoints, and circulated his true qi to block the flow of blood. It was a pity that this sword qi did not hit a vital point. If it had hit his throat or heart, Ye Qiandeng might have died on the spot!

Just then, Shan Xu unleashed another sword strike.

The sword light was ethereal and dreamlike, carrying a faint mist in the night and moonlight, gently slicing across Ye Qiandeng's throat.

After the sword light passed, a red line appeared on Ye Qiandeng's throat, and then his head flew up, blood gushing out, staining Shan Xu's body.

"If you had this move, you should have said so earlier!" Shi Feizhe couldn't help but say when he saw Shan Xu's sword strike. He then saw the headless Ye Qiandeng fall down, and Shan Xu also collapsed.

This sword strike was truly Shan Xu's last. He had originally planned to die with Ye Qiandeng when the latter slashed him, but he didn't expect Shi Feizhe, who happened to be passing by, to help him, allowing him to survive.

Although he survived, after that one sword strike, he also fainted.

"Hey, hey, hey... don't die!" These were the words he heard before he lost consciousness.

He didn't know how long had passed, but when he woke up again, it was already daytime.

"You're awake. You've been unconscious for seven years, and your child is already six years old!" Shi Feizhe saw Shan Xu wake up, slowly sat up, and said with a rare joke.

It wasn't that he was in a good mood, it was just that the person named Ye Qiandeng was too rich! Not only were there twenty to thirty taels of gold and silver, but also the beautiful jade and long saber he carried with him.

The long saber was about three feet long, radiating cold light, and looked extraordinary at a glance!

In Shi Feizhe's eyes, this saber was probably worth several hundred taels of silver!

Indeed, in the Jianghu, working for others wouldn't make you rich. Killing and robbing was the only way to get rich quickly.

Shan Xu looked at the still dilapidated temple and the extinguished bonfire, and it was still daytime. How could he not guess that he had only been unconscious for half a day, not the seven years Shi Feizhe mentioned.

"Shan Xu of Yan Province, thank you, little brother, for saving my life!" Shan Xu cupped his fists and said to Shi Feizhe.

"I am Shi Feizhe! No need to be polite! You killed the person, not me!" Shi Feizhe pointed at the two small ceramic bottles and a book titled "Twelve Story Building" in front of Shan Xu and said, "These are the pills I found on that person. I don't recognize them, see if they are the antidote for your poison."

Although he had worked as a handyman in a medical hall, he only did manual labor. He hadn't even learned to identify herbs, let alone identify pills.

Shan Xu opened the two bottles, sniffed them, and then swallowed one of them, saying, "These are just regular pills for regulating internal energy and wound medicine. My friend didn't bring the antidote at all."

Thinking about it, it made sense. What decent person would carry an antidote for no reason, especially the antidote for the poison they themselves administered?

If you carried an antidote with you, and someone managed to kill you instead, wouldn't that mean you poisoned them for nothing?