A Beautiful Wife Like a Master, Enough to Chill the Heart

Upon hearing the news, Li Xian sensed something was amiss. He knew his wife had enemies everywhere, but considering the vastness of the Jianghu, how could they possibly encounter her so easily?

Little did they know that their presence would be exposed the moment they checked into the inn.

In reality, this place is already 40,000 li (approximately 20,000 kilometers) from the Benhua River. The dragon, exhausted, was barely brought here. Isn't this precisely where they've fallen into a predicament?

Wen Caishang, confident in her superior strength and with an aura of unstoppable force, initially disregarded these "rabble." However, a series of misfortunes changed everything.

One link after another, the Unseen other on.

If Wen Caishang hadn't plotted to steal the Earthly Radiance, with dragons and serpents galloping and dancing in the wind and waves, she could have easily sent him back to the One Accord Manor. All the dangers and obstacles would have been avoided.

Li Xian frowned and secretly followed. He smeared his face with ashes from the wall and walked for several miles until he saw Jianghu artists, armed with swords and iron nets, gathering in front of an inn.

Li Xian thought to himself, "Good heavens, there are quite a few people!" He used something to conceal himself and observed secretly.

More than thirty people surrounded the inn, their manner menacing. The leader was an elder of the Sword Rain Tower, named "Xi Shanjian".

It's quite a coincidence.

He snatched the longsword from the disciple beside him and leaped forward to attack. He knew perfectly well that the sword technique he used was "Scattered Falling-Star Sword," and the sword moved like a shooting star.

It was both stunning and slow-moving. Zhejian, with his keen eyesight, guessed that the sword's momentum was like a shooting star. To meet it with a sword would be like trying to catch a star with bare hands, a sure way to die.

Wen Caishang exclaimed in horror, "How is that possible? Is he trapped in a sword formation?"

Just as Zhang Li was handing over the silver at the counter, he overheard the shopkeeper and manager chatting about a very handsome man and woman who had come in that day.

Relying entirely on its suppleness and flexibility, it could extend its characteristic attack. In that instant, eight sword wounds had been scraped across its abdomen, arms, and calves, from which blood trickled.

The sword's sparse, Wen Caishang blade formed a cage, trapping Wen Caishang within. Without even moving, her skin bled profusely. Xi Shanjian asked, "He ambushed you; how did he intend to kill you?"

Zhang Ligang's gaze froze for a moment. Upon first seeing Zhang Ligang, his heart trembled slightly. He thought to himself that the rumors in the martial Jianghu were indeed false. The beauty of Madam Zhang Ligang was truly awe-inspiring.

He wielded his sword with the precision of a knife, drawing out the Yang-Extreme Sword Radiance. A crimson aura enveloped his body. Wen Caishang took several steps forward in surprise, then withdrew, exclaiming in astonishment, "This child is a prodigy! At such a young age, he has mastered Lower Vehicle Swordsmanship technique to Perfection!"

Zhang Ligang thought to himself, "Your injuries haven't healed, and you're being surrounded. You need to be ruthless so we won't dare to chase after you again!" He flicked his wrist again.

Seeing that everything was ready except for the final touch, Wen Caishang thought, "It's rumored that this witch's Swordsmanship is extremely weak. Hmph, if she encounters your 'Sword Rain Flying-Blossom Formation,' she'll be helpless. Once you've taken her head, you can descend another level."

Five factions— Yellow Sand Sect, Sword Rain Tower, Tranquil Heart Sect, Corpse Rakshasa Village, Limitless Saber Sect —formed the "Sword-Hunting Alliance" to surround and kill Wen Caishang.

Wen Caishang took a deep breath, knowing she had found the real culprit, but fearing that Xi Shanjian's reputation might deter him from acting rashly, she immediately dispatched her disciples into the city to gather "Sword Alliance."

Leaving Zhang Ligang doesn't necessarily mean betrayal. Zhe Jian has no independent thoughts, which is definitely blind loyalty. But at this moment, I can also be considered loyal.

After several exchanges, he still couldn't defeat her. Wen Caishang angrily shouted, "You brat, die!" She was now serious and wanted to kill him again.

This soft sword, though supple, was extremely sharp. With a heavy swipe, a plow mark was already gone from the ground. Wen Caishang swung her sword to block, but saw that the soft sword was unresponsive and instead clashed with my My Sword.

Wen Caishang said, "That Xi Shanjian, he has committed many evil deeds, his crimes deserve death, but he should die slowly!"

Zhe Jian first encountered a martial artist of the seventh realm. Purely in terms of Swordsmanship, Wen Caishang's Scattered Falling-Star Sword was comparable to Zhe Jian's Waning Sun Blood-Draining Sword.

"Guests outside, if you want to die, then slowly get out here!"

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "Young master, it's probably inappropriate for you to gossip about the guests in private. If the guests hold you accountable, you'll have to bear the consequences."

"If you have no favor to repay, then repay it; be open and honest. Your daughter is alive and should be responsible for herself."

Wen Caishang was shocked to find that her opponent's Swordsmanship was weak but his skill was surprisingly profound. She was filled with jealousy and envy, thinking that if Zhejian was so old and didn't have such skill, it must be because Xi Shanjian had taught him everything he knew. With her beautiful wife as her teacher, she felt even more murderous and her killing intent intensified.

Wen Caishang entered and exited the inn, saying loudly:

Zhejian was already terrified, having long heard of Xi Shanjian's ruthlessness. He had seen him sever limbs, yet that wasn't the worst of it. Today, he was even more vicious, skinning people alive!

Seeing that his disciples were all exhausted, he knew that if they encountered a demoness, they would need to concentrate on setting up an array to deal with her, so physical strength and mental fortitude were extremely important. He then found an inn, rented rooms, and told his disciples to settle down and rest.

Zhang Li felt a chill run down her spine, but also realized that although it wasn't suppressed, it wasn't fatal. Vastmist Leg swept out, creating a cloud of smoke that obstructed her vision.

Wen Caishang was still alive, cursing, "Poisonous woman... he's... necrotic!" Her breath ceased, and she died completely.

In an instant, he discarded his sword and drew his saber. His Xiao Luo saber technique, combined with the power of seven- Square Fist techniques, created a sparse but deadly net of blades. Wen Caishang exclaimed, "Decisive!"

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up. He looked around, carefully pocketing the silver, and whispered in someone's ear, "No... this couple, though ugly, seems more ruthless than the man. They're always ordering the woman around."

Wen Caishang shouted angrily, "Where are they? Where are they!" She was sweating profusely and looked to her right and left. Suddenly, she felt a sudden darkness and saw that her personal disciples, Yellow Sand Sect, and more than eighty people from the Tranquil Heart Sect had all been killed by swords.

They surrounded the area 40,000 li in advance and laid out defenses along the way, but their efforts were in vain, greatly disappointing them. The various forces were unwilling to give up and continued their search.

With a firm resolve, he drew his River-Sinking Sword and charged into the fray. He kicked away the low-ranking members of the Yellow Sand Sect and Tranquil Heart Sect, shouting, "Madam, come and help him!"

Zhang Li was startled; in his entire life, he had never encountered such a weak opponent. Fearful, he dared not hold back and unleashed the "Sunset Over the Western Hills Waning Sun Blood-Draining Sword.

Xi Shanjian's swordsmanship was astonishing and terrifying. Wen Caishang's face, arms, calves... all the flesh of her body was scraped away bit by bit. In her youth, she was reduced to a skeleton.

Daring to speak little, he waved his hand and shouted, "Form ranks!"

At this point, Wen Caishang released her grip and pushed. Dian Daqi's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

If things had been done that way, that scene wouldn't have happened.

The sound was deafening. The inn had eight floors, with fourteen guest rooms on each floor. People opened their windows and saw that it was full of Jianghu swordsmen. Fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, they packed their belongings and fled into the inn.

Zhang Ligang was seriously injured, her Qi was sluggish, and her face was pale. Surrounded by the crowd, she advanced one after another, displaying her former heroic spirit, but inevitably with a touch of sorrow.

Wen Caishang tossed the sword up, knowing she was an enemy and unlikely to survive, and said, "Madam Gao Qiang, you are indeed formidable! Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you."

Xi Shanjian said, "Damn it! Slice it first, then kill it!" With a flick of his wrist, the sword flashed. A piece of flesh on Wen Caishang's arm was sliced off.

Zhang Ligang raised an eyebrow, flicked the tip of her sword, and the White Serpent Flexible Sword flashed repeatedly, its speed so slow that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The shopkeeper cried out in pain, but managed to break free. Her eyes filled with tears, she described the man. "... wearing white clothes, with long hair, an oval face, and fair skin. Eight silver hairpins adorned his hair, giving him a very noble appearance. The woman was quite young, short and slender, with no red mole between her eyebrows..."

Xi Shanjian, an elder of Sword Rain Tower, led ten of his personal disciples to search for clues along the way. At noon that day, they arrived at this town.

Then Wen Caishang screamed repeatedly as the flesh beneath her arms was being meticulously sliced away. The pain was worse than being slowly sliced to death!

In terms of pure Swordsmanship quality... Scattered Falling-Star Sword is Middle Vehicle martial art. Waning Sun Blood-Draining Sword is Lower Vehicle martial art, but neither is incomplete. They are only slightly different.

Then dozens of people gathered together and surrounded Xi Shanjian.

Xi Shanjian said with a smile, "Great Immortal, he's very wicked!"

Xi Shanjian's constant probing was understandable. However, it inevitably created a barrier between them. Zhang Li had just revealed herself, already prepared to risk her life. Seeing that the madam was probing him again, he remained unfazed.

He returned his sword to protect himself and then used the "Sword Falls on the Lonely Mountain" move. That Scattered Falling-Star Sword was a Middle Vehicle -level martial art. It was slow yet fierce, and its killing intent was hidden in the shadows.

Wen Caishang casually asked, "Oh? Could it be that Shao Jun isn't here?"

"Sir, they are both extremely handsome. The woman is so beautiful, and the man is so handsome. They are a perfect match, but..." The shopkeeper stopped mid-sentence.

Those with lower levels of understanding, even if they cultivate their bodies to resemble the universe, can further develop their insights within their own realm.

Zhang Ligang laughed, "A mere trifle!" He slashed out with his sword. The moment he drew his sword, the world suddenly darkened, and the sword's arc resembled a shooting star.

Zhe Jian understood, but his feelings were complex and difficult to describe. He thought, "Madam was just testing you. She pretended to be an enemy to see your reaction. Madam, even if you wanted to treat her with sincerity, it would be difficult."

Xi Shanjian said calmly, "A villain like him doesn't even deserve to cause your downfall."

Wen Caishang understood, took out a silver coin from her sleeve, and said, "Now?"

All the disciples of Sword Rain Tower drew their swords, producing sharp sounds. Xi Shanjian, who Quiet Recuperation in his room, frowned and hurried upstairs.

Seeing that the sword formation had trapped Xi Shanjian, Wen Caishang was feeling quite excited when she suddenly saw Zhang Li break into the formation. She laughed and said, "As expected, there's no white-faced guy here! Damn it, since that's the case, you might as well kill him first!"

Suddenly, her pupils contracted as she saw a soft sword extend towards her, like a serpent emerging from its hole, slicing towards her neck. Wen Caishang's anger vanished instantly, replaced by terror, and she leaned forward to dodge.

Zhejian watched from the sidelines, his thoughts simple. "Ever since you entered Madam's household, though you've suffered at her hands, she's always wanted to get rid of you, to escape your freedom. Now, if Madam is truly in danger, even if the time is bad, it's too late. The sky is low and the land is far, so we can flee. But... you, Zhang Li, are not the kind of person to take advantage of others in distress. Even if I were to escape one day, I would have to do it honorably and openly with Madam!"

That move was Sword Control. "The sun hides behind the setting mountain, protecting oneself completely." The two swords clashed, and both were stunned for a moment.

Having understood my intentions, all distracting thoughts have vanished.

Wen Caishang, feeling better, asked, "You're very curious, please tell me."

I slowly adjusted myself. "So be it, so be it. Do you really hope that the Madam will favor your eldest son? Your son is as insignificant as an ant. The Madam may not be of any use to you if she becomes the Madam, but if you die, I'm afraid you'll be heartbroken."

Wen Caishang grabbed the shopkeeper's shoulder and said solemnly, "Describe your clothing, appearance, and other details."

Zhe Jian is naturally reserved and yearns for freedom. Although he and Xi Shanjian are not scheming, they are both trying to protect themselves. My temperament is similar to Xi Shanjian's, but as we spend more time together, feelings may develop.

However, the moment they exchanged blows, he immediately felt his Swordsmanship being suppressed. It wasn't the suppression of "qi" or "strength," but rather a martial art, like a profound understanding of heaven and earth, a wondrous idea of the universe.

However, his methods were chilling. Wen Caishang said, "How awful, how awful, that you actually ran into him here."