One Against Many, the Jade Maiden's Kind Heart, Wishing to Help Li Xian, Enemies Meet!

The high stands were buzzing with excitement, the chatter rising and falling like waves.

Su Tiexin shook his head and laughed, "It seems there's going to be a good show coming up. I wonder how long it will last." Zhao Zaizai said, "Oh?" Su Tiexin said, "Speaking of which, the Deathwish Valley has been established for a long time. Over that long period, there have been quite a few troublemakers. They don't follow the rules, they don't want to fight, and they disdain the rewards from the higher-ups."

Su Susu said, "People like him usually die in the first few matches and don't live long. But if they do live long, their performances are always packed with people, and every audience is full."

Zhao Ranran asked, "Why is that?"

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Su Tiexin said, "I'm naturally curious about his fate, and I'll see how long he can hold out. You must know... a person's energy is ultimately limited. Deathwish Valley, suppressing his martial arts. In a martial arts contest, even if the opponent is slightly weaker, even several times weaker, in terms of strength, martial arts, or energy, the situation in a life-or-death struggle is ever-changing. How can one say they have a sure victory? Given enough time, there will inevitably be a moment of carelessness and defeat."

Su Susu said, "Or they might gradually be assimilated, wagging their tails for rewards. Once they compromise, it will all lose its appeal. After all, most men are just looking for fun. They don't really care whether the others live or die."

Li Xian exhaled a breath of stale air and returned to his cell. He had won two rounds and earned six hundred taels of silver. After resting for a while, the guards in charge of watching over him brought him the silver.

With a light touch, it felt quite substantial. Li Xian a martial artist at the Second Realm of the Immortal Realm, earning money through robbery, trade, and other means was not difficult.

Six hundred taels of silver isn't a lot, but being trapped in Jade City means he has to fight for his life. He picked up a few coins and sighed, "Silver, oh silver, so many people have fought and died for you, bowed down and gave their lives for you. Jade City may be prosperous, but making money is truly difficult."

The servant respectfully brought the food and began to introduce himself, instructing Li Xian to address him as "Xiao Wu." Deathwish Valley revere the strong.

Li Xian only fought two matches, but his demeanor impressed many constables, who treated him with utmost respect.

Li Xian thanked him and wolfed down his food, devouring the vegetables, rice, and meat in a flash. The Xiao Wu asked, "Brother Kui, would you like some more rice or vegetables?" Li Xian replied, "Oh? Is that even possible?"

Xiao Wu chuckled sheepishly, "Adding dishes isn't difficult, it just means making an extra trip." Li Xian said, "Thanks, please bring me an extra portion."

Xiao Wu went and returned again, adding several pieces of fatty meat. The rice was also finely cooked, wafting a delicate fragrance and steaming hot. Li Xian ate three bowls in a row, feeling slightly full, and then rested and pondered alone.

The effects of the Eighteen Jade City Strikes were still evident. Li Xian picked up a silver coin and flicked it against the wall with his finger. The Flicked-Finger Golden Light."

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Li Xian pondered, "Although the Deathwish Valley is dangerous, it's an extremely quick way to make money. If I hadn't come to the Deathwish Valley Wish for Death, I would have toiled for over a month digging for jade and only earned four hundred taels of silver. But I would have had to pay off all my debts, leaving me with very little. But after coming to the Deathwish Valley —in just two days—I've already earned six hundred taels of silver."

"But this is not a good place to end up either. I need to wait and see, and seize any opportunity that comes my way!"

Just past noon that day, Li Xian received a summons for two more duels. The challengers were all formidable, and their strength should not be underestimated. After Li Xian ascended the Death Duel Arena, the crowd grew larger and the clamor became increasingly heated.

He won two more matches in a row, both with extreme ease, relying entirely on his terrifying brute strength and precise timing to win with a single move. His fists were extremely heavy; even if a punch grazed past his shoulder, it was enough to shatter the opponent's bones and flesh, making it impossible for them to get up and fight back.

He successfully obtained another six hundred taels of silver, bringing his total to one thousand two hundred taels. Li Xian arrived and left indifferently at each event, which naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of many spectators who enjoyed bloodshed and cruelty, who wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

However, this unique style, disregarding others and forming its own school, gradually spread, attracting the curiosity of many. The "ticket" of the Deathwish Valley is a dark red jade pendant. It can be carried for a long time and used for frequent entry and exit. It belongs to a high-level circle, mostly composed of Lineage and powerful backgrounds.

In this way, Li Xian actually gained fame. The name "Guilt Sword" began to circulate. Four days later, Li Xian won three matches a day, for a total of sixteen great victories. His momentum was extremely fierce.

Whenever Li Xian was present, Zhao Zaizai and Su Susu would always go together to watch. They saw that although Li Xian possessed brute strength, his fighting style was elegant, and although he wore a mask, his figure was handsome and extraordinary. He was extremely entertaining and savage. Moreover, he was neither cruel nor fussy, and his actions were very much in line with their wishes.

It was extremely popular for a time.

Meanwhile, Taishu Chunfeng, wearing a mask and concealing his identity, also won without killing. His methods were inexplicably skillful, easily defeating his opponent. This had already attracted much discussion, and his popularity was no less than that of Li Xian.

However, the onlookers on the high platform, though unaware of his identity, knew of his close relationship with the Jade City Su Clan. They dared not speak ill of him and instead praised him highly. If anyone, unaware of the situation, dared to utter insults, they were quickly reminded and then changed their tune to praise.

Zhao Ranran took it all in. Although she felt that Taishu Chunfeng was also worthy of respect, she felt a strange sadness in her heart and was deeply moved. "Isn't this the essence of the world? Guilt Sword and Ji Yuan —both won but were not killed. Why are they treated so differently? Guilt Sword appeared, he was met with a barrage of curses, mostly hostile slander. When Ji Yuan appeared, however, he was showered with praise. In the end, it all comes down to the different backgrounds they have."

"It turns out that those born into humble circumstances face far greater obstacles and difficulties than we do when they aspire to rise in rank."

It is precisely this "fierce and menacing" aura that makes Li Xian's deathmatch even more captivating. He seeks no reward for victory, and certain death for defeat, yet he forges ahead relentlessly. Every step is fraught with difficulty, yet he advances step by step.

That day.

Arriving at a special occasion, a wealthy gentleman from Jade City generously donated 10,000 taels of silver to prepare a Grand Feast Scramble, cooking Essence Treasure. There were five portions of the Essence Treasure and twenty-five bowls of Essence Soup.

Thirty assassins were selected to participate in the Plunder Feast. Everyone could get a share of "Essence Soup," and a few could get a share of "fine meat." However, whenever Grand Feast Scramble, the problem was not the scarcity but the unequal distribution of food. The fiercer the fighting for the Plunder Feast, the happier the host would be, and the more feasts would be provided in the future.

Li Xian was among them. On that day, there were even more spectators on the high platform. A red jade octagonal table was set up in the Death Duel Arena. There were five portions of fine meat and twenty-five portions of Essence Soup, with wisps of white mist rising from them. Thirty disciples of the Death Sect came to the banquet.

Each person has their assigned seat. Everyone should drink quietly and reap what they sow before returning home. However, the seating arrangement is intentional. Those who are stronger or more aggressive are often seated at the back, receiving only the Essence Soup. This will inevitably lead to discontent, causing trouble for the host. If the host is not Qi Ingestion, a fight will ensue, and any dispute will inevitably escalate into chaos.

At that time, those who want to profit from the chaos and those who seek to take advantage of loopholes will naturally participate, with all sorts of schemes and scheming, and even armed conflicts. They will spontaneously form alliances to jointly besiege and kill each other, making it no less than a primitive battle.

A myriad of scenarios unfold, fraught with danger and urgency----

The situation is dire and no child's play. Although not everyone in Jade City is cruel, those who Deathwish Valley are all harboring pent-up resentment and find amusement in watching this perilous situation unfold.

Li Xian was assigned a "lean meat" portion, with "two qian" of lean meat in his bowl. He had recently become famous, and the disciples, whether intentionally or unintentionally, scrutinized and examined him.

Zhao Ran frowned slightly, sensing that this was a perilous and deadly predicament. Taishu Chunfeng had once entered the Deathwish Valley, but he dared not easily participate in the "Plunder Feast." Firstly, with all the disciples of the dead sitting at the same table, it would be difficult to deal with if they were attacked. Secondly, he had no shortage of Essence Treasure and did not need to risk his life in this situation, getting covered in blood, just for the sake of fighting and being strong.

This already deviates from the original intention.

As soon as Li Xian sat down, he felt a flash of Sword-Ray light, and two men with swords attacked from his side. Li Xian blocked with his sword, and with two clangs, he blocked both swords. The two men changed their swords, one thrusting upwards and the other twisting downwards. Li Xian passed between them, and with his sword back, he lifted the bottom of the bowl of tender meat, easily brought it to his mouth, and first drank a mouthful of the soup inside.

He calmly observed the two men, then glanced at the stands and the assembled assassins.

At this moment, all thirty members of the Dead Disciples stared at Li Xian with hostility in their eyes. These disciples all relied on the rewards from the Jade City Master for their livelihood. Hearing the Master and his men berate Li Xian, shouting for a fight and then for his life, they naturally wanted to kill Li Xian to appease the Master, earn their reward, and receive the gold leaves bestowed upon them by the Master.

A deadly encirclement was brewing. Li Xian remained calm but dared not be careless. These people all possessed martial arts realms, the weakest being at the First Realm and the strongest at the Second Realm. For various reasons, they had voluntarily entered the Deathwish Valley, confident and arrogant before coming, boasting of their considerable martial arts skills and believing their lives would be safe and they could even find a way out. Now, it was too late for regrets. The pressure of life and death had tightened their nerves, almost driving them to madness. If they were truly surrounded and attacked by these disciples, given that the martial arts here were suppressed and difficult to execute, a brutal fight would inevitably leave them in the danger of "two fists being no match for four hands."

Li Xian Intent Infusion the iron sword. Although suppressed by the Heavenly Crafted Wonders and the "Deathwish Valley," it slightly enhanced its toughness and sharpness. Moreover, the sword and his heart merged, adding even more power and brilliance. He coldly thought, "I have never killed anyone before, not because I am soft-hearted or afraid to kill, but because I simply do not wish to comply with their desires. However, in this situation, the Death Disciples either fear my abilities or underestimate my numbers, and they are already the Unseen plotting to surround and kill me. If I want to break this deadlock, I must use ruthless methods!"

His gaze flashed with a chilling light as he observed everything around him. In recent days, he had been observing the thirty assassins in this place through the strands of their hair. He had learned about the martial arts skills, fighting habits, and personalities of most of them. His gaze swept across the crowd, seemingly locked in a stalemate, but in reality, he was deep in thought, devising a plan.

He had experience fighting against many, and knew that if he wanted to fight against a hundred, he needed to have the power to suppress the flames of a hundred people with the flames of one person.

In the past, when Li Xian faced the Five Swords Alliance alone, his momentum was like a raging fire, burning fiercely and unstoppable. However, the Five-Mountain Sword Alliance belonged to the righteous path, and its disciples were relatively young at the time, making it easy to subdue them.

Now, he faced desperate men, men on the verge of death. The battle would be far more bloody; how could he be easily subdued? Suddenly, Li Xian had an idea. He shouted to the crowd, "You all want to kill me? Whoever helps me, I can guarantee their survival and even give them a share of my flesh!"

His voice resounded throughout the surrounding area, and his charisma was immense. The assassins initially intended to join forces to kill him, but after hearing his promise, they considered it a viable option. Each weighed their options carefully. Suddenly, one of them said, "Hmph, anyone who believes him is trying to offend the master above." The crowd snapped out of their daze, and their encirclement became even stronger.

Li Xian stalled for a moment, then, having found his target, locked onto a spot. Seizing the opportunity, he suddenly burst forth, instantly closing in on the group. His fists, sword, and legs followed in quick succession, unleashing terrifying killing intent. His Pure Astral Garment, imbued with a fierce wind and raging energy, made each of his moves far more imposing and powerful than the others.

The men were in a panic, all crying out, "Our lives are over!" They knew they could not possibly withstand such a deadly attack. But instead of waiting to die, they switched from defense to offense, using a "trading injury for injury" tactic. These assassins had already thrown their lives to the wind, which made them particularly difficult to deal with. Li Xian was not afraid. This killing move had been brewing for a long time. He immediately tried to avoid injury and cut the three men in half at the waist with a single sword strike.

Having witnessed countless deaths and injuries, the bloodshed and brutality no longer deterred the assassins; instead, they ignited their ferocity and bestiality—thousands of them surged forward together, unleashing a tsunami of knives, spears, clubs, punches, kicks, and elbows. In this situation, no matter how skillful or advanced the martial arts techniques, they could hardly be fully utilized.

Suddenly, Li Xian ducked under the octagonal table, then with a powerful push, lifted the heavy round table up like a tortoise shell, blocking all the killing intent from the crowd. It turned out that Li Xian's earlier conversation was an attempt to observe what he could use and find an opening in the encirclement.

The Eight Immortals' round platform was two zhang wide and two zhang long, and extremely heavy. Li Xian was fighting against many opponents, and the larger the weapon, the more powerful it was. He suddenly swung the platform, and a gust of wind swept through, instantly sending several people flying. Li Xian struck again, and several people were crushed underneath, their bones shattered and their organs broken, spitting out blood.

Though numerous, the enemy was unreachable by hand and untouchable by sword. Li Xian wielded his weapon on the circular platform, and no matter how many hands they had, they could not get close. The enemy's overwhelming force was instantly neutralized. The spectators on the high platform cheered and applauded. Knowing they could not get close for the time being, the assassins scattered, like tigers and wolves circling, waiting for an opportunity to strike, turning their encirclement into a mobile attack. Li Xian sneered. He used his divine power again, standing the eight-immortal table upright and kicking it forcefully. The round table rolled rapidly with great momentum. Li Xian stepped on the edge of the table, using the momentum to pursue. In this way, he could come and go freely, chasing down the assassins.

He was not afraid of being surrounded. If the enemy outnumbered him, he would immediately carry a table to deal with them; if the enemy scattered, he would walk on the table. The enemy was neither able to scatter nor able to gather, and fighting to the death would only be a futile act. Li Xian turned a seemingly hopeless situation into an invincible one. The difference between then and now was truly astonishing. Although Li Xian had often won small victories before, his great strength and unique style had gradually made him famous. However, he had not yet had a battle that made him famous. In this battle, his wisdom and brute force were combined. He was truly unparalleled.

When Zhao Ran saw Li Xian displaying his power and responding with nimble and quick thinking, she couldn't help but clap and cheer.

Su Susu asked curiously, "Sister Zai Zai, you—" Zhao Zaizai asked, "What is it?" Su Susu said, "I'm just curious, Sister Zai Ran actually cheered." Zhao Ran said, "Isn't his performance good?" Su Susu said,

"Of course it's good." Zhao Zaizai said, puzzled, "If it's good, then it's good. That's only natural. What's so strange about it?"

Su Susu thought to herself, "I thought you were detached from worldly affairs, so it was naturally strange to hear you cheering for someone else. But now it seems I was narrow-minded. Although Sister Zairan is aloof and taciturn, she is not without desires."

Su Tiexin said, "This Plunder Feast was truly unexpected. Such a breakthrough is refreshing. To be honest, I'm starting to admire this person."

Taishu Chunfeng, having escaped the Death-Willing Platform, nodded in praise, "This man's physical strength is truly astonishing. Otherwise, this battle..."

"It's unlikely he'll survive." Su Tiexin asked curiously, "Is it rumored that the Golden Boy of Profound Dao Mountain also possessed superhuman strength?"

Taishu Chunfeng smiled confidently, "I neither boast nor am I modest. If we speak purely of physical strength, I am indeed extraordinary. My Daoist boy's golden body possesses strength of ten thousand jun."

Su Tiexin said, "This man's strength is also quite remarkable. I wonder who would win if he were to fight Brother Ji Yuan?" Taishu Chunfeng confidently replied, "Oh, speaking of which, I am also quite curious." His words suggested that he was certain of victory.

Zhao Ranran frowned and said, "I don't think this is appropriate."

Su Susu asked curiously, "Is Sister Zhao worried about Brother Ji, or about that Guilt Sword?"

Zhao Ranran said calmly, "I do admire Guilt Sword. He is a man of great courage and resourcefulness, and possesses an intangible quality—but I feel something is amiss, and it's not because of this matter."

"But Brother Ji should remain neutral. Why should he risk causing trouble for someone just to prove his mettle? His life hangs by a thread; he's already barely alive. I believe that if they were to truly face each other, Brother Ji could easily win. But if Brother Ji wins, he'll dampen his spirits. Perhaps in the next match, he'll lose his composure and panic, and be defeated and killed by his opponent."

Ji Yuan thought about it and realized it made sense. Hearing Zhao Zaizai's words, which showed great appreciation for his strength, he was secretly pleased and said, "Zai-mei's thinking is thorough; it was my oversight. To be honest—after my trip to the Deathwish Valley, I found it to be no place for amusement. I neither proved my superior bravery nor gained any insights. I have no interest in fighting again."

Su Tiexin said, "Brother Ji and Miss Zhao have come all the way to my Jade City. Since you're already tired of this place, why don't you go somewhere else to have some fun?"

My Jade City, Jade City, has plenty of places for entertainment and leisure, from courtesans and beautiful women to various theatrical performances, painting studios, and poetry galleries—it caters to both refined and popular tastes. I'll go get five days off and spend some time with you all."

Zhao Yingran and Taishu Chunfeng exchanged a glance, then shook their heads and smiled, saying, "We appreciate Brother Su's kindness. However, we have important business to attend to, and we've rested in Jade City for quite some time. It's time for us to set off."

Su Susu and Su Tiexin were taken aback. Hearing the two speak in unison, their understanding was remarkable. The siblings chuckled twice, their expressions teasing. Su Tiexin said, "Truly a golden couple, a match made in heaven. It seems you are of one mind and your minds are made up. Very well, very well, since that's how it is, I won't insist. But Jade City is rich in resources, with many exquisitely crafted items. Even if you take them out of Jade City, they will still be quite useful. If you two wish to leave, you'd better prepare enough for your needs. If you need anything, just tell me, and I'll send someone to prepare it for you."

Taishu Chunfeng, hearing this, was delighted and looked at Zhao Zaizai. Zhao Zaizai thought to herself, "If I had no worries, Taishu Chunfeng's virtue, martial arts, talent, knowledge, family background, and appearance would indeed make us a perfect match. However, there are still many things I don't understand. Why rush into a relationship? It's not too late to talk about it after I've figured everything out." Her tone was somewhat indifferent.

The golden boy and jade girl returned to their residence, packed their bags, and prepared to leave Jade City. This journey had shown them the vastness of the world and the myriad aspects of life. Zhao Zairan gained profound insights, and her state of mind became increasingly fulfilled.

Seeing the full moon on this auspicious night, Zhao Zaizai was moved and inspired. He drew his Heaven's Favor Sword and unleashed the Moon-Praising Sword Art. This Swordsmanship, though weak in killing power, was adapted from a famous poem. Its purpose was to express feelings, appreciate the beauty of the scenery, and calm the mind. Zhao Zaizai began his solo sword dance, graceful as a startled swan, as swift as a dragon in flight. His body moved with the sword, and the sword moved with his heart, a perfect harmony, reaching the pinnacle of Peak Mastery.

Her Swordsmanship and martial arts skills have both improved to a very high level. She suddenly thought, "I have been in Jade City for more than ten days. My master told me to observe, listen, and feel more along the way. I have always kept this in mind, so I do not seek to be fast, but rather slow. Sometimes I take detours, and sometimes I stay for several days."

"Just to observe the myriad aspects of life. That Guilt Sword doesn't seem like a villain. Before I leave, why not try to help him?" He sheathed his sword and found Su Susu.

Su Susu was fiddling with the "Heavenly Crafted Wonders," arranging the Jade Core and components to create an exquisite Heavenly Crafted Wonders. Zhao Zaizai, though curious, didn't study them closely. She cut to the chase and stated her purpose: to help Guilt Sword escape the Deathwish Valley.

Su Susu's expression turned strange after hearing this. Her eyes darted around, and she deliberately asked, "Sister Zai, you have no connection with this person at all, so why are you helping him? If we're talking about the Deathwish Valley, people die every day, some bad, some wicked, and some good. Why do you specifically want to help him? If you're so Compassion, why not save everyone?"

Zhao Ranran was speechless for a moment. Su Susu teased, "Could it be that you've fallen for someone else?"

Suddenly, a hearty laugh rang out. Taishu Chunfeng and Su Tiexin emerged from the courtyard. It turned out that Taishu Chunfeng was about to part ways, and although Su Tiexin didn't try to stop him, he was quite reluctant to let him go, so he invited them to drink in the courtyard. Su Susu knew beforehand that both of them were there, and deliberately asked this question to probe Taishu Chunfeng's intentions. Taishu Chunfeng was extremely confident and wouldn't do anything underhanded, so he laughed loudly to attract attention.

Su Tiexin scolded, "Susu, what nonsense are you talking about?" He secretly observed Taishu Chunfeng.

Taishu Chunfeng said cheerfully, "Susu, you're deliberately making fun of me. Although Zaimei and I are a perfect couple, we haven't fallen in love yet. Your use of the phrase 'falling in love separately' is not quite appropriate." Susu looked playful and innocent.

Zhao Ranran cupped her hands in greeting to the two men and said calmly, "Greetings, Brother Ji, Brother Su." Turning to Su Susu, she said, "If we could save all the good people in the world, achieving universal harmony and restoring a prosperous era, that would be wonderful. But I know my abilities are limited, and I cannot be so selfless. Therefore, I will save those I wish to save first." Su Susu's expression turned serious, and she said, "I apologize, I misspoke."

Su Tiexin said, "Helping Guilt Sword escape from the Deathwish Valley wouldn't be difficult. The Deathwish Valley for Deathwish Valley... though it's a place of voluntariness, those who come aren't all after money. Many are skilled martial artists or wandering knights from other places, entering for various reasons. These people seek to fulfill their wishes. Before entering, they are Deathwish Valley to write down their wishes. Someone will weigh the price of their wish, and a certain number of victories are required before the person above can help them fulfill it. But once inside the Deathwish Valley for Death, one cannot easily back out. They need to gather enough silver to buy Regret Token,' which is usually extremely expensive. Often, people enter the valley full of wishes, only to endure several trials and tribulations, ultimately just seeking survival. Some are valued by their clans and allowed to leave the Deathwish Valley Death on credit, while others gather enough silver to buy Regret Token' and escape."

"For a debt slave like him, before the debt is fully repaid, his wish is naturally to pay it off first. Therefore, there's no need to write a wish; a payment of three hundred taels of silver is all it takes to escape. Although the Deathwish Valley is deep, it won't target a nobody like him. If he wants to escape early and avoid life-or-death danger, he only needs a guarantor, someone with Mud Body and Mud Face, to be in debt yet enjoy freedom. With the Su Family's help and some money spent, it won't be difficult to help him."

Zhao Zaizai immediately decided to help. She felt that this was a case of "borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha," but she was traveling light and did not have much money with her, so she could only borrow the Su Family's help. She promised that she would repay the favor if she had the opportunity in the future.

Su Tiexin held an important position in the city and had considerable connections and influence. He mainly focused on cultivating relationships and quickly establishing connections. Su Susu and Zhao Zaizai were quite curious and inexplicably wanted to meet this person, so they set off for the Deathwish Valley ahead of time.

Led by the constables, they arrived at Li Xian's prison cell.