Sword Saint's Resolve, Yang Yu's Admiration

Upon hearing Bai Hongxiao's words, Yi Xiaofeng's eyes lit up, and he instinctively took out the Red Cloud Sword.

"No need to inspect it. This power will activate when your life is in danger," Bai Hongxiao said, shaking his head.

When his life was in danger?

Yi Xiaofeng felt conflicted.

Wasn't this torturing him?

What if it failed when the time came? Wouldn't he die for nothing?

Meanwhile.

The Northern Wei cultivators flying on swords outside the window had all vanished, but cries of battle came from afar. It seemed the Bei Wei Royal Family was surrounding the Shan Residence.

Bai Hongxiao did not rush outside. Instead, he sat down cross-legged on the spot and continued neutralizing the Curse Power.

Yi Xiaofeng looked at him and asked, "Senior, why have you helped me time and again?"

With his eyes closed, Bai Hongxiao calmly said, "You possess a Chivalrous Heart. The Cultivation World sorely lacks people like you. I hope you can uphold your true heart and forever preserve that righteous spirit."

Yi Xiaofeng felt somewhat ashamed by those words.

He admitted that he was a good person.

He gave good ratings when ordering takeout or taking taxis.

He cast recommendation votes for authors when reading novels.

He respected the elderly and cared for the young, never using strength to bully the weak.

His character was decent enough, but he was still far from possessing a Chivalrous Heart.

Bai Hongxiao had misjudged him.

The viewers also laughed:

"HAHAHA, I'm dying!"

"Yi Xiaofeng: Y-you may be overthinking this..."

"Yi Dog deserves a Chivalrous Heart?"

"The Sword Saint really has poor judgment of character."

"I think Yi Xiaofeng truly has chivalrous blood in his bones. When he chose the demonic camp for Wang Yanran, he was seriously so cool."

"Stop talking nonsense. That was love, not chivalry!"

"Let us wait quietly for noon," Bai Hongxiao said calmly.

Hearing this, Yi Xiaofeng could only suppress the surging emotions in his heart and sit down to meditate and rest as well.

Once the Bei Wei Royal Family's army of cultivators stormed into Zhuo Ye Fortress, chaos engulfed the fortress, with fighting sounds everywhere.

Yi Xiaofeng was secretly alarmed.

This was not developing as it should.

Was the Bei Wei Royal Family slaughtering Zhuo Ye Fortress?

Thinking it over, it did make sense. The Third Prince had died a miserable death, and that was a crime warranting the extermination of nine generations.

But wouldn't this give Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor more time?

Yi Xiaofeng grew anxious. Looking at Bai Hongxiao, he asked, "You're the Sword Saint. Shouldn't you guide the Bei Wei Royal Family into dealing with Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor?"

Without even opening his eyes, Bai Hongxiao replied, "There is no need. It is already too late to stop Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor. I can sense his aura—it has become very powerful. On Northern Wei's side, every cultivator who goes up against him will die."

That exaggerated?

Yi Xiaofeng cautiously asked, "What is Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor's cultivation level? Golden Core? Or Nascent Soul?"

Nascent Soul Cultivators stood at the pinnacle of power in Da Qian Province.

"He has already reached the Nascent Soul realm," Bai Hongxiao answered indifferently.

From his tone, Yi Xiaofeng sensed confidence and pressed on, "So you have a chance of winning now?"

"No."

"..."

Then what were you acting so calm for?!

Yi Xiaofeng was going crazy inside, utterly speechless.

Time continued to pass.

Noon drew closer and closer.

Every half hour, Yi Xiaofeng heard a notification that another player had been eliminated, making the Script's atmosphere even more tense.

At that moment.

Bai Hongxiao suddenly rose to his feet, startling Yi Xiaofeng into standing as well.

"I'll go first. Act according to the situation yourself, and do not go near the Black Hole." With those words, Bai Hongxiao pushed open the door and left.

Once in the courtyard, he directly tore off the straw raincoat he wore and casually tossed it aside.

Sunlight shone upon him. His white robes fluttered in the wind, and in Yi Xiaofeng's eyes, his back seemed so tall and imposing.

Yi Xiaofeng chased after him and asked curiously, "Why aren't you hiding your identity anymore?"

Did he know he was going to die?

Bai Hongxiao answered, "I want to give others confidence."

As soon as he spoke, Bai Hongxiao leaped into the air. A Flying Sword shot from his sleeve, rapidly enlarged, and landed beneath his feet. It carried him speeding toward the horizon, vanishing in an instant.

Yi Xiaofeng was filled with emotion.

So this was the Sword Saint?

Every sentence he said was showing off.

I'm going to become someone like that someday too!

Yi Xiaofeng shook his head with a smile and left as well.

He wanted to see if he could find disciples from Su Xin Palace or the Blood Palm Sect.

Just after passing through two streets, he saw people fighting beside a river not far ahead.

One of them was none other than Yang Yu.

This guy was actually still alive!

Yang Yu's opponent was a gaunt middle-aged man wielding two curved blades. He held the upper hand, driving Yang Yu back step by step and leaving him covered in blood.

It looked like Yang Yu was about to die.

Yi Xiaofeng walked straight over.

The moment Yang Yu caught sight of Yi Xiaofeng, he was overjoyed.

He shouted, "Senior, save me! This man is a Demonic Cultivator!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Yi Xiaofeng and frowned deeply.

Yi Xiaofeng, dressed in a straw raincoat, clearly did not look like an ordinary person.

"Who are you, sir? Do not interfere in the Blood Palm Sect's affairs!" the middle-aged man said in a low voice.

Yi Xiaofeng had originally intended to pass by, but upon hearing the name Blood Palm Sect, he immediately turned toward the middle-aged man.

Without saying a word, he took out the longsword Bai Hongxiao had given him.

Seeing his stance, the middle-aged man understood that this battle was unavoidable.

"Humph! You're courting death!"

The middle-aged man first kicked Yang Yu to the ground, then charged at Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng stomped his foot. Spiritual power slammed into the ground, launching him into the air.

He thrust his sword forward.

Having learned Matchstick Swordplay and received two days of guidance from the Sword Saint, Yi Xiaofeng's swordsmanship was already quite formidable.

The middle-aged man's expression changed. He instinctively halted and raised his curved blades, crossing them to block.

Clang!

The sword blade struck between the two weapons, sending sparks flying.

The Red Cloud Sword suddenly appeared in Yi Xiaofeng's left hand, and he thrust it toward the middle-aged man's chest.

Pfft—

The blade pierced through the middle-aged man's chest, killing him in a single strike!

The fact that he had been tangled up with Yang Yu for so long showed that he was not particularly powerful either.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, his face filled with shock.

Yang Yu was equally stunned, but his eyes were full of excitement.

So strong!

Yi Xiaofeng landed, then pulled out his sword. The middle-aged man fell to the ground as well.

Yang Yu hurriedly climbed to his feet. His face was bruised and swollen, and he bore quite a few blade wounds. He looked just as miserable as before.

This guy really was unlucky. He had been getting beaten throughout this episode.

Yang Yu walked over, intending to ingratiate himself with Yi Xiaofeng.

Yi Xiaofeng turned and left.

"Senior, I..." Yang Yu still wanted to speak.

Without looking back, Yi Xiaofeng tossed out a sentence: "Follow me again, and you die!"

The hoarse voice was filled with killing intent, frightening Yang Yu into immediately stopping.

The reason Yi Xiaofeng had not killed him was because of their bond from the previous episode.

Soon, Yi Xiaofeng disappeared around the corner of an alley.

"So domineering..."

Yang Yu stared worshipfully in the direction Yi Xiaofeng had departed. He had already been completely won over by Yi Xiaofeng.

The viewers, meanwhile, were laughing themselves silly.

What would Yang Yu do if he learned Yi Xiaofeng's true identity?

Elsewhere.

Yi Xiaofeng felt secretly puzzled.

The second Side Quest required killing righteous cultivators and demonic cultivators in the city. Each kill awarded 100 points, while every Evil Path Cultivator killed awarded 200 points!

This did not refer only to players, but to cultivators!

He had already killed several cultivators, so why had he not received any point notifications?

Could it be settled at the end?

After thinking it over, Yi Xiaofeng turned his attention ahead.

He quickened his pace.

He faintly heard a woman's voice.

He sprinted all the way there.

He leaped onto the eaves of a pavilion and looked down, only to see five women in the courtyard. A fat, burly man had cornered them against the courtyard wall.

The leading woman was none other than Chen Lan of Su Xin Palace.

Chen Lan held up her right arm with her left hand. Her right arm was dripping with blood, though it was unclear what weapon had wounded her.

"Chen Lan, weren't you so arrogant? The Curse Power doesn't feel good, does it? Hahaha! Perfect. In broad daylight, I'll enjoy you five little beauties properly!" The fat man grinned viciously as he twisted his neck and approached Chen Lan.

The four female cultivators behind Chen Lan screamed in terror.

Those four women had previously stopped Yi Xiaofeng. Back then, they had looked so cold and aloof; compared to now, they seemed like entirely different people.