Beacon Fires of War

"Don't you have parents? Why is your mouth so foul?" As the Daoist nun spoke, the horsetail whisk in her hand shot through the air like an arrow, aimed straight at the vital point at Lu Changwen's waist.

Lu Changwen knew how formidable it was. He used the move Treading on Dust, his feet stepping in strange patterns and stirring up a whirlwind as he rode the wind. He took two steps to the left and was just about to evade the whisk when it suddenly Separated to either side. Like entwining dragons and phoenixes, it formed a pincer attack and coiled toward Lu Changwen's legs.

It was already too late for Lu Changwen to change moves. His legs were bound, nearly unable to move, and he glared furiously at the Daoist nun. Yet she retracted the whisk and instantly arrived before him, staring fixedly at him while muttering, "Not like him, not like him."

Lu Changwen was utterly bewildered. He had no idea why this Daoist nun had attacked him without asking any questions. At first, he had thought she was another martial artist trying to force him to hand over the Tui Bei Tu, but she had repeatedly asked where he had stolen his martial arts from. Could it be that this Zhuyan had been stolen by Monk Yuanmu? Had Yuanmu been hunted all the way here and left it with him to avoid disaster?

Yet the more he thought about it, the less it seemed right. With that monk's skill, he might not necessarily lose to this Daoist nun. Could Yuanmu and the Daoist nun before him have once been husband and wife? Otherwise, why would she take such an interest in this Zhuyan?

As Lu Changwen made wild guesses, the Daoist nun let out a long