Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 95 - 91: A Special Wedding [Seeking First Orders on Launch]

Chapter 95: Chapter 91: A Special Wedding [Seeking First Orders on Launch]

The raised elbow did not fall towards that familiar face immediately.

Because she sensed that, the moment Jiang Feng tackled her down, he almost instinctively stretched out his hand to cushion her head from behind to prevent injury.

This gesture stirred certain memories deep within her heart; if she remembered correctly, when they were only six or seven years old, such scenes had occurred more than once. Every time she fell, he would protect her like this.

Even Jiang Feng himself neglected this instinct, but the next second.

Bang!

Blood gushed from his nose; he nearly blacked out on the spot but the strength in his hand did not fade. The left hand that was originally supporting the girl’s head suddenly exerted force.

Their heads collided directly!

In the end, they still had to face reality.

Jiang Feng, with his rough skin and tough flesh, was fine after those blows, but Yan Yurou, after all a frail girl, had just used the Taiyin Taoist Skill to augment her physical strength in the elbow strike, but still didn’t achieve much effect.

She grasped the hairpin with her other hand, attempting to stab down, but unfortunately, in close-combat, Jiang Feng was far stronger. He had already sensed her intention and directly caught the girl’s slender wrist, pinning it firmly to the ground.

His other hand brandished the hairpin Jiang Feng had given her, but to no avail. A strong arm and a heavy body rode on top of her, rendering her unable to move.

"Not over yet..."

Her forehead was already bruising, and the once exquisite face of Lady Yan now looked exceptionally disheveled—a far cry from her prior elegance with her hair undone and her forehead already covered in fine beads of sweat.

But her expression showed no sign of surrender; instead, she suddenly released her grip.

The two hairpins abruptly shrank, and with spiritual energy infused up close, it seemed she was ready to continue stabbing towards the barbaric male on top of her.

Jiang Feng solved this with just one move.

Bang!

Their heads collided fiercely again.

The concentrated spiritual energy dissipated, the hairpin fell to the ground powerlessly, and Yan Yurou’s handsome face was now covered in blood. It was even unclear whether it was her blood or that of her fiancé’s dripping on her face.

She kicked her long legs up against the back of the young man’s head, causing his rock-like body to waver slightly. Clutching the man’s wrist, a surge of spiritual energy flowed through his veins. Before he could react, he felt his body lighten.

"What’s going on!?"

Shocked, Yan Yurou seemed to have a power of her own that he could not resist in that moment. Her entire body lifted him up, and then he immediately felt his body sink down.

"It’s the Taiyin Taoist Skill..."

This thought flashed through his mind, and he desperately circulated the spiritual energy in his body to counteract it, forcing out the spiritual energy Yan Yurou had infused into him.

Thud—

But his body still hit the ground heavily.

However, thankfully, in the nick of time, he had forcefully expelled the spiritual energy that Yan Yurou had infused, with adrenaline coursing wildly. In such a desperate fight, both had even forgotten the pain as he grabbed the girl’s wrist and pulled her closer.

Another punch was exchanged, and a mouthful of fresh blood was coughed out, even feeling his ribs had broken.

Yet in front of him, although Yan Yurou looked disheveled and her brand-new bridal dress was torn and tattered, the girl’s eyes were still as determined as ever. Her slender hands, which seemed delicate, now felt as heavy as if they were infused with metal, for Taiyin Taoist Skill could not only change external objects but also one’s own body.

It just couldn’t be controlled as freely as altering objects, but it could either increase or decrease mass.

Images from earlier at the Yan Family home flashed through his mind. He remembered Zhang Nian trying to take Yan Yurou away but was forcefully dragged back by this girl. He should have been alert at that moment.

Instead of keeping a distance, he lunged forward like a sticky candy, tightly wrapping around the girl’s slender waist and even trapping Yan Yurou’s taut long legs with his arms.

Twisting his body and sensing the girl infusing Taiyin Taoist Skill into her legs, he pounced again, using his knees to press down on the root of the girl’s thighs, making her completely unable to exert strength. His wrist forcefully locked her arm, and Yan Yurou felt her entire body strengthless as if all her joints were bound.

The most classic jujitsu.

In this cultivation era, whether they were swordsmen or cultivators, they walked alone, or casually carried longswords and stepped out with poise. In their eyes, this was the style of a master and the bottom line of being a cultivator.

With their status and experience, they had never seen this kind of combat technique in their lives. Even Yan Yurou, who watched her uncles spar at home every day, had never seen such technique. She bit her lower lip tightly, but still did not beg for mercy.

But when her fiancé locked her down, she opened her red lips towards his strong arm.

Bite down hard!

"You dog of a thing!"

Cursing angrily, but this method proved effective. However, Jiang Feng was no docile lamb himself; he stared intently at the girl’s delicate wrist and likewise opened his gaping mouth...

Then he closed it.

Pulling away with force, he switched positions, trying to press Yan Yurou underneath him, but unfortunately, she struggled free, and the two once again tussled together.

He felt too ashamed to bite down.

No matter how thick his skin, he couldn’t bring himself to really bite a woman, let alone his fiancée.

On the cemetery hill, a couple who should have been married next month were fighting as if life and death depended on it, rolling over and over within the bamboo forest.

Especially the man’s actions; those in the know understood it was the couple fighting a mortal struggle, using up every ounce of their Spiritual Energy and strength. Those unaware...

Would probably assume Jiang Feng was a brigand who emerged en route, with nefarious designs upon seeing the bride on her way to her wedding, bringing her to this secluded place with ill intentions, while the bride, preferring death to dishonor, valiantly resisted.

The midday sun sloped westwards, and the setting sun radiated its residual warmth as the young couple continued their brawl from noon until near sunset.

Bang—

Her frail body collapsed to the ground, rolling several times before finally losing the last bit of her strength.

Her forehead and cheeks were covered with bruises, even her lips were bleeding, her brand-new wedding gown torn and ragged from the beating and ripping, revealing the red undergarment beneath that symbolized joy, one could even see the character for "happiness" embroidered with gold thread on the undergarment.

And the only one standing... no, it would be more accurate to call him a man.

He limped towards the distance, picking up the Longsword that had been thrown into a corner.

Dragging his injured body, at first glance, Jiang Feng’s wounds seemed far worse than Yan Yurou’s—his bones were broken in at least seven or eight places, with two penetrating injuries, one on his left shoulder and another on his right abdomen, his shoulder and arm a bloody mess.

Looking closely, it was full of fine bite marks.

Lying limp among the bamboo leaves, watching the man approach with his sword in hand, she was, after all, the fragile Lady Yan; even after secretly practicing cultivation in recent years, her physique ultimately couldn’t keep up.

"It’s over."

He squatted beside the girl.

The hoarse voice stirred a flicker of consciousness in Yan Yurou, facing the Longsword suspended above her head, the girl’s expression held no fear, only softly murmuring "Mm" in response.

Her lips curled up slightly, it seemed, she was just about to close her eyes, quietly awaiting death’s arrival.

She actually understood that it wasn’t Jiang Feng’s fault for what happened to her family, but she and her relatives needed a sliver of hope to live on.

Just as Jiang Lang had said, even if she killed him, another Jiang Feng would appear, and likewise another fiancé.

So.

"It doesn’t seem too bad, at least I don’t have to marry someone I don’t want to."

"This wedding can be considered a perfect conclusion."

The girl’s expression showed relief, but more so exhaustion.

She was tired, after all, she was just a girl not yet sixteen by half a month, and had already given her all.

"Grandfather, Father, Yu Rou has failed to seek justice for you..."

She murmured softly, upon hearing these words, the man’s hand holding the Longsword trembled slightly, but his face remained unmoved.

Taking a deep breath.

He plunged the Longsword down with all his might!

Ci la!

A cluster of crimson plum blossoms stained the bare solitary bamboo nearby, slowly dripping down its body.

The last warmth of the setting sun completely faded away, and the entire cemetery once again fell into silence, only the "Cold Jiang" sword stuck in the ground, now tainted red, as if narrating the poignant drama of today...

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