It Seems An Old Acquaintance Has Come

"Where does that come from, brother... You've misunderstood me."

The blue-robed scholar's face turned bright red, appearing distressed and humiliated by being misunderstood.

He raised his right hand to his forehead, and a gleam of blue blade light emerged from his sleeve.

Swish...

The blade light merged with the wind like a shadow.

It had already reached three inches from Lu Wu-bing's throat.

It was as fast as an illusion.

But faster than him was Lu Wu-bing.

Clang...

Sword light like a rainbow.

A bright white light flashed from his waist, silently, passing under the table and stabbing three inches below the blue-robed scholar's lower abdomen.

"Hiss!"

It sounded like a blade.

Or perhaps a sword's cry...

Lu Wu-bing sat still.

The blue-robed scholar's blade light stopped, unable to advance further.

His body, like a colorful butterfly caught in the wind, was sent flying back seven zhang.

He leaped into the air and, once outside the shop, let out a sharp, agonizing howl.

The onlookers saw clearly.

Blood was pouring from between his legs.

And a suspicious lump of flesh had fallen.

"How ruthless."

The surrounding diners gasped. They were not only shocked by the speed of the two's blades and swords but also by how they had been laughing and acting like close friends one moment, only to turn on each other with deadly intent the next. If they were in the same situation, they might not even have had time to react. They would have either died by the blade or been pierced by the sword.

"Ruthless? I actually think it's a pity this sword didn't kill Lin Qiu-yan."

Someone nearby felt a sense of regret, believing the strike hadn't been fully successful.

"It's Blood Butterfly Lin Qiu-yan, that lecher!"

After the initial shock, some knowledgeable individuals immediately recognized the blue-robed scholar's identity. They might not have recognized his face, but people in the martial world had all heard of this notorious flower thief's signature skills. They recognized him the moment they saw it.

"That saber strike just now, slashing against the wind, was so fast that its shadow couldn't be seen. It must be the signature saber technique of the Dongyi Miyamoto lineage, [White Rainbow Pierces the Sun]. I heard this lecher was captured and sold to a East Sea fleet in his early years, where he suffered all sorts of humiliation. Later, he killed his master and escaped, his disposition changing drastically..."

"The incident where the disciples of Spirit Butterfly Valley were harmed is also true. I heard from elders in my clan that this person is extremely perverted and cannot stand beautiful women. Once he targets someone, he will find a way to achieve his goal. His invitation earlier must have been because he fancied that female hero."

"So, the pockmarked woman scolding him repeatedly was quite brave." Someone sighed nearby.

"Not at all? The pockmarked woman was just defending herself. Rumor has it that this scoundrel's perversion lies in the fact that the more fiercely she curses him, the more he enjoys it... and he won't act immediately."

"Yes, yes. The young ladies and married women who fell into his hands, once they became terrified and begged for mercy, would suffer endless humiliation and die horribly. That's the origin of the nickname 'Blood Butterfly'..."

Perhaps out of righteous indignation, or perhaps because blood was dripping from the hem of Blood Butterfly Lin Qiu-yan's robe, the diners, who loved to watch a good spectacle, began to reveal his past exploits.

"And who is that young man? His sword speed was even half a step faster than [White Rainbow Pierces the Sun]."

"It resembles Violet Sun Sect's [First Sun Appears], and also True Martial Sect's [Hidden Sword Stance]... Of course, looking at how his sword light turned into a rainbow, Celestial Star Sect's [White Rainbow Pierces the Sun] is the most likely. However, I have one point of confusion: why did that young hero choose to stab Lin Qiu-yan in his embarrassing spot? Could it be that he recognized his identity?"

The blue-robed scholar had a very good appearance. If one didn't know, they wouldn't guess he was a lecher. Therefore, the choice of this sword strike seemed somewhat vicious and would tarnish the reputation of a disciple from a major sect.

"Old Lin has exceptional eyesight and vast knowledge, but he rarely engages in combat himself, so naturally, he didn't notice. Lin Qiu-yan's Qinggong is extremely mystical. When the two attacked simultaneously while seated, if the young man had aimed for another vital spot, it's highly possible that the opponent would have used that force to leap into the air, thus losing the initiative."

"That's indeed the case."

Thinking back to the scene just now, Lin Qiu-yan felt as if he had been propelled by the sword wind, flying through the air.

His reaction speed and movement technique were so fast that even afterward, people were still amazed.

This was even when he was sitting still.

If the two had stood facing each other, with nimble movements, it was hard to say who would have been injured.

"I believe I didn't reveal the slightest opening, so why were you prepared beforehand and attacked first?"

Blood Butterfly stared intently into Lu Wu-bing's eyes.

A ferocious and vicious look flickered across his face.

He stood on one leg, his foot resting on the branches and leaves of a jujube tree in front of the house, his body swaying gently.

It seemed the injury from the castration-like sword strike had no effect on him at all.

But Lu Wu-bing knew that wasn't the case.

The other party was in pain.

He was just very good at enduring it.

"Endurance has a knife over its head," he must want to kill me.

Lu Wu-bing could even feel the immense hatred in the other party's heart.

But so what?

It was a fight for survival, and whoever was faster would laugh last.

"You're using the Spirit Butterfly Valley's movement technique, [Thousand Mile Butterfly Dance], right? A very handsome movement technique, and your blade work is also good..." Lu Wu-bing said with a faint smile.

"Compared to your movement technique and blade work, a little acting is not worth mentioning."

He pointed at the scarred-faced girl, a mocking and cold expression on his face: "You keep calling her 'wife,' but I've never seen the hands and arms of a good family's wife broken."

A wave of sudden realization swept through the surroundings.

"So that's how it is."

Blood Butterfly, Lin Qiu-yan's fierce and irritable eyes flickered slightly: "Couldn't she have just fallen and injured herself, making her unable to walk properly?"

"Of course, based on this point alone, I couldn't conclude you had a problem.

However, this young lady previously spoke viciously, inexplicably insulting Senior Sister and me, yet her eyes were extremely clear, without the slightest malice.

As the ancient saying goes, 'A straight eye means a straight heart, and a straight heart means a straight spirit...' She cursed us with righteous indignation, not because she wanted to harm us, but to save us."

Sometimes, what appears on the surface is not necessarily the truth.

The person who curses you the hardest might be the one who truly cares for you.

Lu Wu-bing had a difficult and struggling life in his previous existence... he had seen too much deceit and intrigue, and too much of the world's indifference.

He treated the scarred-faced girl's non-injurious insults as mere background noise.

Not only did he not feel angry, but he felt admiration.

What kind of character was this?

To still have the presence of mind to save others while being captured and controlled by a pervert.

To even devise a psychological strategy targeting the pervert's past and mental illness, preventing him from acting immediately and aiming for the future.

Why didn't she just tell others the truth?

On one hand, people might not believe her even if she did.

On the other hand, she might have had a painful lesson learned before...

Once the truth was revealed, Blood Butterfly would strike ruthlessly.

The "killing two chicks" mentioned by the other party earlier probably didn't refer to chickens, but to people.

It was a veiled threat.

"Very well, I will never forget this favor today. Next time, I hope you can still be this vigilant and hide in the Celestial Star Sect, never descending the mountain."

Not good.

The other party had also recognized [White Rainbow Pierces the Sun] and guessed their identities.

Lu Wu-bing and Ouyang Lan simultaneously sensed something was wrong.

[Inch Step] was activated at full power.

As he took the first step, closing the distance by thirty feet.

Blood Butterfly had already taken to the sky.

Taking the second step...

The blue figure had already become like an afterimage, soaring through the air, lightly touching another poplar tree, and flying far away like a graceful butterfly.

Lu Wu-bing stopped his pursuit, shaking his head.

I had to admit, the opponent's internal energy cultivation was far superior to my own.

When amplified by their movement techniques, even if the footwork was of the same level, I simply couldn't catch up.

Moreover, this [Thousand Mile Butterfly Dance] movement technique was light and fast, allowing for rapid aerial movement and effortless changes in direction.

When it came to traveling quickly and conveniently, it was even better than [Inch Step]...

As long as the opponent didn't want to fight, I was completely helpless.

The reason I rambled on earlier was to provoke the opponent's anger and lure them into attacking, so I could use my quick sword to injure or even kill them.

Unfortunately, Blood Butterfly was overly cautious.

He showed no attachment to the pockmarked girl either, discarding her as easily as he picked her up.

He didn't seem to have any intention of immediate revenge either.

He was extremely difficult to deal with.

"Meow..."

At some point, Mao Mao had wriggled out of the pockmarked girl's embrace, still holding a very familiar object in its mouth.

It was half a jade pendant, two fingers wide, smooth and translucent.

"What?"

Lu Wu-bing felt his chest, and also pulled out half a jade pendant, suddenly filled with surprise.

"Senior Sister Xuan Yi."

Seeing the half jade pendant in Lu Wu-bing's hand.

The pockmarked girl's previously expressionless face suddenly creased with deep wrinkles, becoming extremely ugly.

Her clear, sharp eyes suddenly widened, and tears streamed down her face.

"How did Senior Sister's item end up with you?"

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