The Divide Between Good and Evil, Never Letting Down the Sword Saint

"You're talking nonsense! Zhuo Ye Fortress has always stood for justice. These past few days, you've all harbored ulterior motives. My Patrol Team disciples never harmed your lives; we only imprisoned them. But look at yourselves—how many of my Patrol Disciples have you killed?"

Qiao Tiequan cursed furiously. Trembling, he rose to his feet and pulled out two Flying Swords from his sleeves, preparing to fight.

Yi Xiaofeng jumped down from the roof. After landing, he walked toward Qiao Tiequan step by step.

The dozen or so Patrol Disciples were extremely nervous, but none of them ran.

"Qiao Tiequan, if you still have even a shred of humanity, don't help King Zhou commit evil. Don't ask me who King Zhou is. The real Zhuo Ye Fortress has committed grave sins. Every sect and school is sending people here. Zhuo Ye Fortress will be wiped out sooner or later!"

Yi Xiaofeng said coldly, hoping to persuade Qiao Tiequan to give up.

Qiao Tiequan was still quite powerful. It would be best if he could win him over.

"Impossible! I don't believe you! Kill him!"

Qiao Tiequan roared, and the dozen or so Patrol Disciples around him immediately rushed at Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng gripped both swords and suddenly accelerated.

Sword light flashed!

Screams rang out one after another as disciple after disciple fell to the ground.

Against Yi Xiaofeng's Matchstick Swordplay, they could not withstand even a single move.

Although Zhuo Ye Fortress had powerful experts, most of its disciples were quite ordinary.

Nurturing a cultivator required an immense amount of time, effort, and resources.

Very quickly, Yi Xiaofeng dealt with all the Patrol Disciples.

Four died, while all the others were severely wounded and had lost their ability to fight.

Yi Xiaofeng took a deep breath, his gaze turning resolute.

"Your first time killing someone?" Qiao Tiequan asked mockingly.

Yi Xiaofeng replied indifferently, "I just killed the Blood Palm Sect's Seventh Elder, Blood-Greedy Fox. What do you think?"

Blood-Greedy Fox?

Qiao Tiequan's pupils suddenly constricted.

The next moment, his face twisted viciously as he roared, "So what! You still have to die!"

He grabbed one of the Flying Swords circling around him and charged at Yi Xiaofeng.

The movement tore open his wounds, and blood poured from his chest, splashing across the ground.

Yi Xiaofeng poured spiritual power into the Red Cloud Sword. His feet rode on spiritual power as he glided along the ground, the sword tip aimed at Qiao Tiequan.

The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.

Yi Xiaofeng thrust his sword through Qiao Tiequan's chest. The crimson flames on the Red Cloud Sword scorched Qiao Tiequan's flesh, making his face contort in agony.

Yi Xiaofeng froze and looked at Qiao Tiequan in astonishment, his eyes filled with confusion.

Why hadn't he dodged?

Yi Xiaofeng pulled out the Red Cloud Sword and retreated two steps.

Thud!

Qiao Tiequan collapsed to his knees. Blood dyed his clothes red, and he looked utterly miserable.

"It really hurts... but this is retribution..."

Qiao Tiequan muttered to himself, forcing a smile that was incomparably bitter.

Yi Xiaofeng frowned.

"Quite a few disciples in Zhuo Ye Fortress have been kept in the dark... I hope you won't slaughter them all..."

Qiao Tiequan said with difficulty. Before he could finish, he fell forward, his face slamming heavily into the ground.

A burst of hurried footsteps came from behind him.

Yi Xiaofeng immediately fled.

He swiftly leaped over the high wall beside him and vanished without a trace.

Qiao Tiequan's eyes were stained red with blood, leaving him unable to see anything before him.

"Fortress Lord... this subordinate failed to find the true culprit who killed you... I'm sorry..."

"Congratulations on completing Side Quest Thirteen. You have received 500 points!"

Hearing the system prompt, Yi Xiaofeng knew that Qiao Tiequan had died.

Yet for some reason, he felt heavy-hearted.

Had Qiao Tiequan deliberately provoked him into attacking?

Did this man truly know the truth about Zhuo Ye Fortress?

The viewers were also discussing the matter:

"Could Qiao Tiequan have been a good person?"

"He was only the Patrol Leader, responsible for patrolling the fortress streets. Maybe he really never came into contact with the Seven-Colored Glass Tree."

"Whether he knew the truth or not, he captured so many civilians. He had already become a tool of evil. His death was well deserved."

"Come to think of it, Qiao Tiequan had a fiery temper, but every time the Patrol Disciples wanted to kill someone, he stopped them."

"Yeah. Some contestants were cursed, and when he found them, he directly had his men bring them to the residence to settle them down. He even had physicians care for them. He really wasn't a bad person."

Qiao Tiequan's death quickly became a trending topic online, and countless netizens began discussing it.

The overwhelming majority did not blame Yi Xiaofeng. After all, those people fed to the Seven-Colored Glass Tree had all been captured by Qiao Tiequan.

After all these years, it was impossible that Qiao Tiequan's hands had not been stained with blood.

What the netizens were discussing was how realistic the Heavenly Dao Immortal Hero Game was.

Some even proposed a hypothesis: could the world in the game truly exist?

Yi Xiaofeng was also considering that question.

Qiao Tiequan's final choice to seek death had clearly come after a psychological struggle. Only before dying did he believe the doubts he had long carried in his heart.

Otherwise, he would have either killed himself long ago or turned against Zhuo Ye Fortress.

A computer could not simulate the complexity of the human heart.

In that case, perhaps we aren't dealing with all of Zhuo Ye Fortress, Yi Xiaofeng silently thought.

Then he reconsidered.

Wait, that's not right.

I'm a fucking Evil Cultivator right now.

This isn't something I should be thinking about!

Dealing with that old demon was surely the main objective of the Righteous Contestants.

Yi Xiaofeng shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

For now, I should keep searching for opportunities. I can earn more points if I get the chance, Yi Xiaofeng decided.

Inside an alley.

Shan Tiange stood before Qiao Tiequan's corpse. He frowned and snorted coldly. "Useless trash. It's good that he died. At least he won't keep asking questions all day."

A man in black stood behind Shan Tiange. He was somewhat thin, with a face as sharp as if carved by a knife, a cold expression, and piercing eyes.

"Young Master, the situation is becoming more chaotic. Every sect and school has sent experts, and even the Bei Wei Royal Family has grown suspicious of us. I'm afraid..." the man in black said in a low voice.

Shan Tiange glanced at him and asked, "What? Li She, are you afraid?"

Apart from the two of them, the other Patrol Disciples were stationed far away, so they could not hear their conversation.

"I'm afraid we'll become his sacrificial pawns. The master is already dead. If we drag Zhuo Ye Fortress down with us and end up benefiting him, he'll live freely while we die. Is that really worth it?" Li She replied.

The "he" in his words naturally referred to that mysterious old demon.

Shan Tiange frowned.

He actually had the same concern.

Inside a pavilion.

Yi Xiaofeng sat cross-legged on a stool, resting.

Nearly two hours had passed since Qiao Tiequan's death. He had wandered all over the fortress and was somewhat tired.

Bang—

The window was suddenly pushed open, startling Yi Xiaofeng into opening his eyes.

A Straw Cape Man stood before the window. The moment Yi Xiaofeng saw him, he let out a sigh of relief.

Sword Saint Bai Hongxiao!

Thank goodness!

Bai Hongxiao strode to the table and picked up the longsword resting on it.

He swept his left hand across the blade, and it quickly turned black.

Yi Xiaofeng's eyes widened.

"Hmph. That's what you get for acting recklessly. If I hadn't placed a restriction on the sword, you would have been cursed long ago!" Bai Hongxiao snorted coldly.

Yi Xiaofeng felt embarrassed, a lingering fear rising in his heart.

So that was it.

He chuckled and said, "Thank you, Sword Saint. Your kindness truly moves me. Are you thinking of taking me as your disciple?"

"If that's the case, I will never let you down. I'll surely master all your unique skills and make your name as the Sword Saint reach even greater heights!"

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