"With a laugh in the martial world, grudges fade away—"
As the sun set, yellow sand filled the sky. A white horse lowered its head while Qin Sheng plucked at a treasured zither with his fingertips. Behind him flashed blades and swords, and the scent of blood permeated the air.
Cries of slaughter shook the heavens, yet they could not drown out the zither and song. Blades clashed, unexpectedly keeping perfect time with the music.
Little Jiang, his martial niece, wore an emerald-green gown full of life. The White Rainbow Piercing the Sun Sword lived up to its name; every swing brought forth blossoms of blood, adding a touch of tragic beauty to the boundless desert.
As the song ended, a sword slid back into its sheath, and blood dripped down with a patter, like the final notes of the melody.
"Little Martial Uncle, all thirteen bandit chiefs of Gale Cave have been killed." Jiang Zhiwei walked up as she spoke, the killing intent between her brows not yet faded, her sharpness impossible to resist.
If anyone from the martial world had seen this, one phrase would surely have burst from their lips:
What a Beautiful Yama!
Qin Sheng turned around and saw the corpses of the bandits staring wide-eyed. Some looked up at the dim sky, while others gazed in their direction, unwilling to rest even in death.
What are you staring at? Were you waiting for this great hero to chant scriptures and send you on your way?
I'm just a humanoid sound system!
Now that you're dead, go reincarnate. Don't waste the chance Houtu gave you. Remember to turn over a new leaf and live properly in your next life.
"Then let's go." Qin Sheng said nothing more. He put away his zither and patted his horse.