Chaotic Sky Yaksha

Shen Yi's expression was solemn. He rested a hand on the hilt of his saber and asked in a clear voice, "This is Ji Chengkong's doing, isn't it?"

"What I'm curious about is, if all of you elites are here to intercept us, then who's dealing with Qin Jianghe?"

"Hehehe..." A silver bell-like laughter rang out again. The burly, fierce woman twirled her steel fork and said coyly, "No need for you to worry, little brother."

"The faction master will take care of it himself."

Zhao Qiushan and the others finally understood.

It was just as Shen Yi had said.

Qin Jianghe was in danger, and Ji Chengkong was the mole within the hall!

The Long River Duo spun their plain sabers in their hands.

Like butterflies dancing.

The three of them stared intently at Shen Yi, their eyes filled with murderous intent:

"Kid, today we'll make you pay with your life for our fourth brother!"

The White Rakshasa said:

"Little brother, you're quite handsome, but too bad. Since you messed with our Yaksha Faction, you'll have to pay with your own life!"

The Black Rakshasa was straightforward. His gaunt, bamboo-like body held the steel fork horizontally, and he spat out a single word:

"Kill!"

Shen Yi lowered his stance slightly, his whole body crouching and gathering momentum like a leopard, one hand gripping the saber hilt, ready to strike.

Zhao Qiushan behind him also realized the seriousness of the situation. He grabbed his shoulder with his fan-like hand and twisted hard.

With a snap.

He reset his dislocated arm.

Then, he picked up the Xuanhua Axe from the ground, adopted a fighting stance, and shouted sternly at the shadowy figures around him:

"Brothers, killing one is a bargain."

"Killing two is a profit."

"Charge out!"

Whoosh!

Zhao Qiushan's roar was like a signal igniting a volcano. The sound of blades being drawn suddenly rang out from the forest.

Then.

Battle cries rose together.

Members of the Broken Blade Hall and the Yaksha Faction engaged in close combat.

Broken Blade Hall.

Qin Jianghe returned to his small courtyard.

The empty courtyard was filled with fallen leaves, and there was no one in sight. Shen Yi's departure actually made Qin Jianghe feel a sense of loneliness.

Qin Jianghe shook his head helplessly.

He chuckled, thinking he was overthinking things.

Before long.

An unfamiliar young man in a blue shirt knocked on the courtyard door and walked in, carrying a food box.

"Hall Master, it's time to take your medicine."

Qin Jianghe hummed in acknowledgement.

He casually pointed to the stone table in the courtyard:

"Just put it there for now."

The young man took a bowl of steaming hot medicinal soup from the food box, placed it on the table, and then took a half-step back and stood still.

Qin Jianghe glanced at him casually and smiled:

"What, are you going to supervise me while I drink it?"

The young man bowed slightly and said with a smile:

"The hall master's injuries are important. Young Hero Chen Yu used to supervise you, but now that Young Hero Chen Yu isn't here..."

"I have to watch you drink the medicine."

Qin Jianghe paused, narrowed his eyes, and sized up the young man. He paused for a full few breaths, staring at the young man until he felt uncomfortable all over:

"Did I ever mention the little brother's name to you?"

Instantly, the young man felt a chill spreading from his ankles to his neck. His eyes darted around:

"I overheard Deputy Hall Master Ji mention it unintentionally."

Qin Jianghe gave an "oh" sound.

He raised his hand and picked up the medicinal soup.

He glanced again at the nervous-looking page.

He grinned:

"Look at how much you're sweating. This bowl of medicinal soup invigorates the blood and dispels blood stasis, and has a miraculous effect on treating physical weakness and night sweats. Why don't you drink it?"

"I'll have the kitchen cook another bowl."

With that, Qin Jianghe handed the medicinal soup to the page, slowly approaching his mouth, as if he were going to personally feed him.

The page hurriedly backed away, waving his hands repeatedly.

"Hall Master, this is a medicinal soup specially prepared for you, how can I drink it? Absolutely not, absolutely not!"

The page retreated again and again.

Qin Jianghe, however, stepped forward in quick succession, pressing closer with each step.

In the blink of an eye, he was close to the page, and not a single drop of the full bowl of medicinal soup had spilled as he was about to shove it into the page's mouth.

Whoosh!

A cold light flashed.

A glittering dagger suddenly appeared in the page's hand.

He slashed upwards towards Qin Jianghe's chest.

Heh.

Qin Jianghe's figure came to an abrupt halt.

With a flick of his wrist, the soup bowl in his hand flew towards the page.

With a crash.

The porcelain bowl was split in two.

The medicinal soup spilled all over the ground.

The page didn't have time to rejoice, because he discovered that Qin Jianghe had disappeared from his sight.

Suddenly, he heard a gust of wind and a loud noise beside his ear.

The page's vision instantly spun.

After rolling around on the ground, he saw Qin Jianghe holding a dripping Broken Blade, and the headless corpse in front of him.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of Hall Master Qin."

"Meticulous and exceptionally quick-witted."

A clear voice came from outside the courtyard, followed by a tall and broad figure appearing at the courtyard gate.

The person was wearing a black robe and a hair crown, with a refined appearance, but he was holding a mixed iron steel fork in his hand.

It looked rather incongruous.

Qin Jianghe looked at the person who came, who was all too familiar to him, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes:

"Chaotic Sky Yaksha, Fang Yu."

"So it really is the Yaksha Faction."

Fang Yu spun the iron fork in his hand on his arm, performing a few extremely smooth flourishes.

"What a pity, Qin Jianghe."

"Isn't it a little too late to guess now?"

Qin Jianghe looked around.

He sighed, his tone slightly relaxed: "Presumably, no matter how I call for help now, no one will come to my aid, right?"

"Under the pretext of the Whale Gang's expansion, all the core elders were dispatched, and then Little River Village was used to provoke Qiushan and Chen Yu to leave."

"Finally, you, the Yaksha Branch leader, were secretly brought into the hall. Chengkong, all of this was your doing, how could you not be by my side?"

After Qin Jianghe's words fell, quite some time passed.

Ji Chengkong's figure appeared on the other side of the courtyard, he was holding a folding fan, still polite, and bowed slightly:

"Hall Master, Chengkong greets you."

Qin Jianghe's expression was strange and hard to fathom:

"I only have one question, you are already in a position second only to one in the Broken Blade Hall, why would you still collude with the enemy?"

Ji Chengkong opened his folding fan with a swish and waved it.

He nodded slightly and smiled:

"I also only have one question."

"Why should I be second to one? Why can't I be above everyone else?"

"Hahahaha..." Fang Yu laughed wildly, "Qin Jianghe, oh Qin Jianghe, you don't even know what your own brothers want. You deserve your fate today."

"Prepare to die!"

Fang Yu didn't waste any words.

His figure solidified for a moment, and then a cloud of dust suddenly erupted from the ground, accompanied by a piercing whistle.

Fang Yu's figure was as fast as lightning, as he thrust his trident towards Qin Jianghe!

Deep in the forest.

Figures were scattered and disordered, spread throughout the forest.

The Whale Gang and the Yaksha Faction were locked in a chaotic battle.

Shen Yi didn't act rashly, but instead gathered his strength and observed the situation.

Waiting to strike after the enemy moved.

Several figures wielding steel tridents pounced from all directions.

With a clang.

Cold Night was unsheathed, and the Yaksha Faction members only felt a darkness before their eyes, as if night had suddenly fallen in broad daylight.

Then.

A flash of light appeared.

Like the aurora borealis flashing in the eternal night.

The pupils of several men were forever frozen in that instant, blood spurting, like blooming blood plums.

[Killed a third-rate martial artist, gained four months of secluded cultivation time.]

[Killed...]

Shen Yi's figure darted like the wind, the blade light connecting into a shadow, bringing up trails of blood mist.

The system's prompts sounded continuously.

Then they were blocked by Shen Yi.

Anyone from the Yaksha Faction who tried to approach Shen Yi couldn't withstand a single strike before being separated from their head.

Soon.

A vacuum appeared around Shen Yi.

Zhao Qiushan wielded a pair of axes, invincible among the crowd, and shouted at Shen Yi:

"Brother Chen Yu."

"Don't worry about us, break out first."

"Return to the hall and save our leader!"