Flower-Obsessed Beauty Sword

"Plum Blossom Fall!"

The woman in red had an unbroken flow of true qi within her. The flower-branch-like chain sword in her hand became both hard and soft, whirling like a bolt of silk. Petals scattered from the blade, like plum blossoms raining down.

More than ten streams of Jade Sword Finger Sword Qi collided with the chain sword, setting off a thunderous explosion.

Though the woman's defense was watertight, the terrifying penetrating force carried by the Sword Qi still blasted her feet off the ground and sent her flying backward. Only when her heels struck the wall did she barely manage to steady herself.

What formidable Sword Qi!

But in the next instant, her lovely face drained of color. She abruptly crouched and raised her sword to block.

That Toe Sword Qi had crept low along the ground and struck at her.

With a muffled bang, the woman's hasty defense spared her from being pierced through by the Sword Qi, but she had been caught unprepared. Her body was sent flying on the spot, crashing through the wall with a boom.

Duan Yun was usually the one launching sneak attacks; it was rare for anyone to ambush him like this. Now that he had shifted from defense to offense, he pressed his advantage without mercy, giving her no chance to catch her breath as he pursued the victory.

Yet the moment he reached the hole in the wall, a flash of red light streaked past.

Countless petals, wrapped in true qi, came spinning toward him. Duan Yun could even see the pale-green currents of turbulence stirred up as the true qi revolved with the petals.

It was truly swift as lightning!

"Body-Breaking Sword Qi!"

Facing the sudden rain of flowers that filled the sky, silver-white Sword Qi sprayed from his body like endless threads of rain.

For a moment, the red flowers seemed to have crashed into white rain.

The Body-Breaking Sword Qi could not knock down the petals, but it could slow them slightly.

Almost at the same time, three streams of Sword Qi shot out through his hands and feet, shattering the petals before him.

The flower rain filling the sky was torn open with a huge gap, and Duan Yun darted through it.

The instant he emerged, he saw only a red figure at the far end of the corridor.

Trying to run!

Without another word, Duan Yun fired a Toe Sword at her.

"Ugh!"

The woman had not expected him to catch up so quickly. She was struck by the Sword Qi on the spot and let out a muffled groan.

Afterward, she flicked the flower branch in her hand and swept it outward.

Petals came flying once more, blocking Duan Yun's pursuit.

By the time Duan Yun dealt with the petals, the woman had vanished.

"That bitch runs fast!"

Inside the room, the veins on Murong Brothers' forehead bulged, his face twisted in extreme pain.

The next moment, he pulled two flower branches from his body. He could not help trembling, nearly passing out.

But he knew he could not faint, nor could he stop.

If he delayed even a moment longer, Duan Yun might die.

There was no blade at hand, so he swept his palm. A layer of the wooden table beside him was sliced up, taking on the vague shape of a saber.

For a once-in-ten-thousand-year saber prodigy like him, so long as there was something nearby, anything could become his saber.

Enduring the agonizing pain, Murong Brothers picked up the "wooden saber" and pursued through the hole.

He had to stop them.

When he followed the two holes into the corridor, he saw only Duan Yun raise one foot and fire a stream of Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi tore through the air, swift beyond compare like Lunar Essence.

Then that Sword Qi struck Ling'er on the butt, splashing out a trail of blood.

After that, petals scattered through the air and were easily knocked down by Duan Yun, while Ling'er had disappeared without a trace.

Murong Brothers stood there in complete stupefaction.

This was not how he had imagined things would go.

By all reason, even if Duan Yun had not died, he should have been left in peril upon peril. Yet the truth was that Feng Ling'er, his former lover and now his younger sister Murong Ling'er, had been wounded in the butt by Duan Yun's Toe Sword Qi and could only flee.

In that brief instant just now, what he had worried about was actually Murong Ling'er's safety.

The natural order had been turned upside down!

"Murong Brothers, I hate you!"

"I want you to die a miserable death!"

At that moment, the woman's voice, saturated with immense resentment and pain, drifted in from outside the estate and gradually faded into the distance.

Murong Brothers dropped onto the ground on his butt. The wooden saber slipped from his hand, and his face was utterly dejected. He no longer wanted to move at all.

Meanwhile, Duan Yun said regretfully, "It would've been better if that kick had been a little stronger!"

His tone carried the same frustration as when, in his previous life, he kicked a football wide and watched it skim past the goalpost.

Since he had only recently mastered the Toe Sword, its killing power was ultimately a notch below the Jade Sword Finger. Otherwise, he would certainly have kept that murderous bitch behind!

Then he looked toward Murong Brothers, who was lying on the ground, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Several bloody holes had been punched into Murong Brothers' body by those flower branches, making for a rather ghastly sight.

"I'm fine."

As he spoke, he tapped the Quchi and Tanzhong acupoints, barely stemming the flow of blood.

A storm was about to descend; heaven and earth were shrouded in gloom.

Duan Yun asked, "Was that your enemy just now?"

Murong Brothers wanted to speak, but hesitated.

Duan Yun recalled certain details and suddenly understood. "Don't tell me that was my sister-in-law—ptui, one of your younger sisters?"

Murong Brothers nodded and said weakly, "Now you understand how terrifying it is to cultivate this saber art, don't you? Feng Ling'er was once the lover I loved deeply, yet she became my younger sister. I did not wish to see her again, and she went somewhat mad. She hates me, wants to torment me, wants to kill me, and now she has even dragged you into this."

"I'm truly sorry," Murong Brothers apologized.

Duan Yun hurriedly replied, "It's nothing. I had a pretty satisfying fight with my sister-in-law just now—ptui, with your younger sister. She's quite formidable."

That woman wielding the flower-branch sword could absolutely be called the strongest opponent he had encountered since entering the martial world.

Even the elders of the Red Tower had fallen beneath his blade, yet now that his Toe Sword had reached major mastery, he still had failed to keep her.

Still, he was glad he had not cut her down, only shot through her butt.

If he had slain Murong Brothers' former lover, now his blood-related younger sister, their relationship as neighbors would truly have been difficult to manage.

Murong Brothers looked at him with a complicated expression. "I did not expect you to be even more formidable."

Duan Yun said with feeling, "Not bad, not bad. I can barely protect myself."

After that came a day of rumbling thunder and torrential rain.

Duan Yun and Murong Brothers huddled inside the wrecked house, watching the rain pour down outside until everything around them became a vast expanse of white.

At times like this, people could not help feeling especially lonely and adrift.

After talking for a while, Duan Yun learned that the woman who had fought him was not merely the object of Murong Brothers' ill-fated romance, but also the renowned Flower-Obsessed Beauty of the martial world.

Feng Ling'er had studied under the Red Frost Sword Palace and was the most prized disciple of the Red Frost Sword Goddess, the palace master. Her inherited Beauty Sword was fierce and deadly; while you marveled at the beauty of falling flowers, it had already sliced your flesh and scraped your bones.

Feng Ling'er had roamed the martial world from an early age. Her beauty and swordsmanship were both peerless, making her one of the most beautiful and most difficult-to-provoke young sword cultivators in the martial world.

Duan Yun had felt it just now as well. If he had been entangled by that sword, he would have lost a chunk of flesh at the very least.

Yes, it definitely would not have been as simple as losing a patch of skin.

Originally, Feng Ling'er and Murong Brothers had been an immortal couple admired by all in the martial world. Their saber and sword combined as one had made countless others green with envy. As for what happened later, Duan Yun already knew.

"Her temperament was somewhat obsessive to begin with. Once she set her mind on something, it was extremely difficult to change it. Even after learning the truth, she still refused to let go and wanted to continue. In the end, she grew extreme," Murong Brothers said gloomily.

At this point, he looked at Duan Yun and said, "Since she has already found me, you can no longer stay here, Brother Duan. You should leave quickly."

"What do you mean?"

"My four younger sisters and one older sister—at least four of them have now become extreme. If they learn I am here, it is impossible to imagine what they might do. If you get dragged in as you did today, it will be exceedingly dangerous," Murong Brothers explained.

Duan Yun immediately understood what he meant.

Of five ill-fated romances, at least four female leads had turned love into hatred. They wanted to harm Murong Brothers, even those around him, including a mere neighbor like Duan Yun.

Hearing this, Duan Yun could not help saying boldly, "Your younger sister today was no more than a defeated opponent beneath my hand. What major problem could there be in the future?"

Murong Brothers said faintly, "Because Feng Ling'er is not even the most terrifying among them."

Duan Yun said confidently, "Then teach me your saber art. With my supreme talent, when the time comes, my saber and sword will both be unmatched. I'll surely be able to block everything and keep you safe."

Murong Brothers looked at Duan Yun, his face full of painful exasperation.

He had never seen anyone so confident.

Too confident!

Yet the way this fellow had wounded his younger sister just now made that confidence seem somewhat justified.

It was simply absurd!

He had thought himself monstrous enough, but the fellow before him appeared no less gifted than he had been in his prime.

Murong Brothers knew that someone like this could not be persuaded to leave. Thinking of Duan Yun's safety, his resolve began to waver.

Should I really give him the saber art?