At a bend in the mountain path, the sun was setting.
"Fellow Daoist, might I ask for directions?"
The young man in green robes, at the sixth layer of qi refining, stood in the middle of the mountain path with a harmless smile on his face.
The Daoist couple stopped.
The man had a cold, stern face, while the woman was charming and pretty.
But anyone with a discerning eye would have noticed faint crimson flashes at the man's cuff and a silver gleam hidden within the sash at the woman's waist.
"Where are you headed, fellow Daoist?" the female cultivator asked with a smile, stepping forward twice as her fingers casually brushed her sash.
The youth's smile did not change. "The road to the Yellow Springs."
The final word had barely left his lips when nine azure streaks of sword light shot from his sleeve, swift as lightning.
Before the female cultivator could react, the nine streaks had pierced vital points all over her body, and blood instantly stained her dress red.
"You!" the male cultivator roared in fury. His crimson flying sword had barely emerged from his sleeve when the nine streaks curved strangely through the air, splitting into three groups of three to attack him.
In his haste, he only managed to recall his flying sword to block two groups. The remaining three streaks were already before him.
"What sword art is this?!"
The male cultivator jerked backward. One streak skimmed past the tip of his nose, but the other two had already pierced his protective spiritual light.
He grunted, blood pouring from his shoulder and abdomen.
Jing Wen changed his sword hand seal, and the nine streaks wove a net in the air, surrounding the male cultivator.
The sword net tightened steadily. The man's crimson flying