Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 679 - 337: The Domineering Master Luoxue

Chapter 679: Chapter 337: The Domineering Master Luoxue

Fang Ziheng was clearly no match for this senior brother. After just ten moves, he grew powerless to defend himself, and his longsword was knocked to the ground.

This was a heavy blow to the third young master of Famous Sword Villa.

After spending so long in seclusion and breaking through to the Great Profound Sect Master level, he thought he could wield his sword and traverse the Jianghu, only to meet with repeated defeats.

What bothered him even more was his inability to stand up for the benefactor who had helped him.

Looking at the despondent Fang Ziheng, the middle-aged Taoist picked up the sword from the ground and handed it to him. He said lightly, "You’ve clearly been injured and can’t exert your full strength. Winning against you like this brings me no honor."

Fang Ziheng accepted the sword with a bitter smile:

"That’s not an excuse. I am well aware of the gap in our swordsmanship. Losing is losing—at worst, I’ll train harder."

At that, Fang Ziheng couldn’t help but curiously ask, "Judging by the swordsmanship the Taoist demonstrated just now, it seemed chaotic and without any discernible pattern. May I ask what sword technique you practice and who your master might be?"

The middle-aged Taoist smiled and replied, "I am Ke Menghe, first disciple under Yun Wuqing."

"Yun Wuqing!?"

Fang Ziheng’s eyes widened. "The Breeze Sword technique, Yun Wuqing?"

Yun Wuqing was a mentor of Zhenxuan Mountain, responsible for inducting new disciples, performing initiation ceremonies, and guiding foundational cultivation for novices. He was quite renowned in the Jianghu.

Moreover, Yun Wuqing was the Sword Leader of Zhenxuan Mountain.

His Breeze Sword technique was famous throughout the land.

Ke Menghe nodded with a smile. "Indeed."

Fang Ziheng’s expression turned complex, and he sighed with emotion, "Senior Yun is the Sword Leader of Zhenxuan Mountain and is said to have achieved Saintly Ascension Cultivation. My grandfather once commended him, claiming that Senior Yun’s swordsmanship embodies the purest Sword Dao under heaven."

"To cross swords with Senior Yun’s first disciple today is a blessing of three lifetimes. However..."

Fang Ziheng shifted his tone, straightened his posture, and stared at Ke Menghe. "I still hold to my belief that the Taoist’s harsh treatment of the young lady earlier was inappropriate. I urge you to reflect on yourself."

Such a sudden shift in Fang Ziheng’s demeanor left Ke Menghe momentarily stunned before he broke into an amused chuckle. "You’re an interesting stubborn fool."

He turned his gaze to the charming and spirited Qu Hongling and said indifferently:

"Fair complexion like morning light, a silver tongue weaving deception—this little enchantress has already bewitched you, clouding your judgment. I didn’t actually harm her earlier, I only meant to frighten and reprimand her."

"This girl is young yet full of cunning schemes. If she’s not taught a lesson to temper herself, she could cause even greater calamities in the future. What I did was, in fact, for her own good."

"A beautiful face cannot mask a venomous heart. Young Master Fang, if you truly believe her actions were justified, then it seems your pursuit of the sword is misguided."

Fang Ziheng flushed with embarrassment.

In truth, he had not been ignorant of Qu Hongling’s deliberate provocation earlier, which had instigated conflict between the two fellow disciples.

Yet, out of gratitude toward Jiang Shouzhong, he turned a blind eye.

The so-called sense of justice and fairness was, in reality, driven by his emotions.

At that moment, Fang Ziheng suddenly felt lost.

Back in the Capital, he had been reluctant to strike against Jiang Shouzhong, but out of respect for Lord’s honor, he had disregarded right and wrong and prepared to draw his sword.

If not for Yan Changqing’s timely chastisement waking him up, he might have long been mortal enemies with Jiang Shouzhong.

And now, he would not have been saved by Jiang Shouzhong.

Certain causes and effects had already been predestined.

Fang Ziheng’s inner conflict left his emotions in turmoil, and the sword heart he had painstakingly cultivated under Yan Changqing’s guidance during his period of seclusion now showed signs of wavering and even collapse.

Dugu Luoxue sighed softly and whispered, "Ask your heart."

"Ask my heart?"

Fang Ziheng shuddered, as if enlightened.

There was no absolute black or white in the world, nor absolute right or wrong. Especially on the path of Sword Dao, which was stained with blood—the boundaries could never be clearly drawn.

All he needed was to follow his heart. Why be bound by rigid rules?

With this thought, Fang Ziheng felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Dugu Luoxue gazed at the faintly visible structure atop the mountain and sighed inwardly.

Was this perhaps a test of Fang Ziheng’s mental state orchestrated by someone? Her intervention might have unwittingly been a mistake.

She could only hope that Fang Ziheng’s quest for the sword would proceed smoothly.

Listening to Ke Menghe’s endless preaching, Yelü Miaomiao, with her fiery temperament, grew increasingly indignant—especially enraged by his repeated accusations of Qu Hongling being venomous and wicked.

Though Qu Hongling was her romantic rival, they were still sisters. How could she tolerate this insufferable fellow’s presumptuous lecturing?

"You practice some lousy sword technique and think you’re all that. Breeze Sword Technique? Absolute nonsense!"

Yelü Miaomiao spat venomously.

Before Ke Menghe could react in anger, she flexed her fingers, and the longsword flew from his hand into hers.

The maiden grasped the sharp blade with her ten slender, delicate fingers and crumpled it into a ball of scrap metal as if kneading paper, then flung it to the ground. "Get lost, you insufferable prick!"

Ke Menghe stared blankly at the ball of twisted steel on the ground.

Even Fang Ziheng was dumbfounded.

"How dare you!"

Ke Menghe, snapping out of his daze, unsheathed his junior brother’s treasured sword and charged forward, but abruptly froze in his tracks.

For at the center of his brow hovered a flying sword.

Jiang Shouzhong glanced at the summit and said indifferently, "Whether this was intentional or not, it’s time to wrap this up. My patience is running thin—don’t let things deteriorate."

If not for Yan Changqing, Jiang Shouzhong would have unleashed the Heavenly Tribulation Divine Armor and stormed ahead.

A pack of fools, bumbling like brainless sheep.

Jiang Shouzhong recalled his Dragon-slaying Flying Sword and said to the group, "Let’s move."

The party continued their ascent.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down Ke Menghe’s forehead. As Jiang Shouzhong brushed past him, he shuddered uncontrollably, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

A flying sword!

This man could actually wield a flying sword!