Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 93 - 89 Domestic Abuse [Request for First Subscription Upon Launch]

Chapter 93: Chapter 89 Domestic Abuse [Request for First Subscription Upon Launch]

Crack!

The bamboo leaves were easily cut in half by the longsword, yet the severed bamboo leaves still spun past him.

Feeling a burning pain on his cheek, he couldn’t help finding this strange method somewhat hair-raising.

Such a way of fighting was unheard of.

Like an elegant lute master, the girl standing in the distance merely pinched the surrounding bamboo leaves in her hand and tossed them gently towards the man.

What was thrown were not just bamboo leaves, but also the girl’s light and fluttery words.

"Because of the word curse, Yu Rou has never followed her elders in cultivation. Perhaps Demon Night True Monarch was worried that Yu Rou would learn the Taiyi Taoist Skill and it would be detrimental to his reincarnation. Logically, he should have also planted the word curse on Yu Rou to preempt future troubles."

"However... he was concerned that after setting this poison curse on Yu Rou, it would ruin me, a natural cultivation furnace, which would be unfavorable for his future cultivation, hence he spared me."

"Nevertheless, when the family elders were cultivating or practicing martial arts, they did not avoid Yu Rou; thus, over time, she picked up a bit of their skills."

"Jiang Lang should understand Yu Rou’s temperament well. On normal days, I do not like to venture out, preferring to tinker with music, chess, calligraphy, and painting inside the house, or delve into ancient texts at home."

"Although Grandfather couldn’t teach me personally due to the poison curse, he always intentionally left some things in the study. Over time, I also learned the Taiyi Taoist Skill."

"Flying flowers alighting on leaves, effortlessly handled; this is the mystery of the Taiyi Taoist Skill."

Without any warning, the six bamboo strips hanging beside the young man suddenly lifted and aimed at Jiang Feng, a sense of crisis and muscle memory of death caused him to twist his body aside without any hesitation!

Swoosh—

His body nearly twisted into a pretzel, narrowly turning the young man into a porcupine in just an instant.

The bamboo strips quickly returned to normal, softly dangling again. The young man’s heart was racing. If it weren’t for Liu Tangxi’s three months of tempering, this blow could have taken his life.

For a moment, he even felt somewhat hair-raising; was this nearly divine spell truly the inheritance of an orthodox sect?

If it weren’t for the circumstances not allowing it, he really wanted to curse out loud.

"I must get closer to her!"

The young man who survived a brush with death decided immediately to pounce towards the girl!

Although he had no experience in battling such spells, his intuition told him he should fight up close; otherwise, he would simply become a target for Yan Yurou. It seemed that she had already anticipated Jiang Feng’s actions.

The girl casually snapped off a bamboo strip at her side, only as thick as a finger, and swung it directly at the young man.

Clang!

He blocked it in astonishment, stepping back twice.

The bamboo strip, initially only as thick as a finger, was now as thick as an arm, and its weight was astonishing. This sudden change left him at a loss, even with countless bamboo leaves floating in front of the girl, he knew at a glance.

Once he got close, these bamboo leaves would directly become lethal weapons, slicing him up thoroughly like a chainsaw.

His mind still retained a trace of calmness; he didn’t rashly approach, focusing all his attention on the surrounding environment. He now vaguely caught on to a trick; Yan Yurou must first infuse spiritual energy into it to trigger a change.

Standing alone in the bamboo forest, the girl appeared somewhat solitary in her big red wedding dress. Raising her hand, she gently pulled out the pure gold hairpin, leaving behind the gift once given to her by Jiang Feng.

"Surprised, aren’t you?"

"This is the Taiyi Daoist Skill."

"Under the influence of Taiyi Daoist Skill, anything can traverse between Mount Sumeru and mustard seeds, and can also transform between mountains and fine feathers."

Lifting his hand, Jiang Feng could feel the intangible Spiritual Energy flowing along his fingertips towards the space above him, and sure enough, the originally lightweight bamboo leaves suddenly swelled, becoming incredibly heavy!

Thud—

The ground was smashed into a depression, judging from the weight, it had to be at least a hundred pounds, but that was not all. The girl then grabbed a bamboo leaf and swung it at the sky, knocking down countless others.

Each of these bamboo leaves seemed to be weapons in Yan Yurou’s hands, the floating leaves were unpredictable, some were motionless before they reached the young man, and others suddenly mutated, the same as the suspended bamboo leaves and willow branches.

Lifting his hand, he slashed the falling leaves above his head with his sword, but in the next second, his footing suddenly swelled, causing him to lose his balance. On closer inspection, it was a bamboo shoot that had enlarged dozens of times.

Clang!

Feeling a strong wind in front of him, the young man almost instinctively raised his Longsword!

The muscle memory developed by Liu Xianzi over the last three months enabled him to react perfectly in a split second.

Body leaning, weight shifting forward, he twisted his body in an almost bizarre angle and counterattacked by stabbing toward his face!

Startled in his heart.

A lock of hair by his temple was sheared off, and fresh blood seeped out from his snow-white neck, even though she knew early on that her husband’s Swordsmanship was extraordinary, his refined skill to this degree was truly terrifying.

She had planned to end this century-long grudge with a frontal stab while Jiang Feng was off-balance, but instead found herself in a passive situation, Yan Yurou, holding the hairpin, was full of astonishment, seemingly unable to believe it.

Although she was not proficient in Swordsmanship, she had watched her uncles and other relatives practice martial arts for over a decade since she was a child. With her cleverness and talent, she could memorize all the moves she saw performed just once.

Under the stimulation of Taiyi Daoist Skill, the hairpin in hand, both in size and weight, was no different from a Longsword, which is why Lady Yan dared to confront Jiang Feng unarmed.

Keep in mind that although Jiang Feng was only at the sixth level of Qi Refinement, with his mastery of the Sword Control Technique, he definitely had the qualifications to battle against practitioners of Low Grade Foundation Establishment.

However, Jiang Feng wouldn’t miss such a chance, his Longsword stabbed towards her face from various tricky angles, each blow aiming for a fatal spot. The couple, who were still affectionate yesterday, now fiercely fought, each trying to bring death upon the other...

Shh!

A chill ran down her back.

This made Yan Yurou a bit alarmed, and upon a closer look, she realized that it wasn’t the blade of the Longsword that was aimed at her.

But the blade’s flat side.

She immediately pulled away, but the young man closely followed. "Cold River" wasn’t really a rigid sword; it was a gift from Wu Daoxu to his junior sister. Since most women don’t use very stiff swords, Jiang Feng took advantage of this fact.

Using only the flat of the sword to fight, he forcefully slapped it down, taking advantage of the "Cold River" being a Soft Sword to undergo deformation, the sword tip directly leaving a wound on the girl’s back!

Again, he almost dragged the Soft Sword across the girl’s neck, and although it did not hurt her, it still sliced off a few strands of hair. At this moment, their gazes met once again.

"Damn."

He cursed in his heart but his body was too late to react, and considering the close distance between them, the cut hair strands suddenly extended!

"Humph!"

She grunted.

One of the hair strands swelled to the size of a steel needle, piercing directly through her right abdomen!