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Chapter 91 - 84: Killing Feng Yichen! (Seeking Initial Subscription)_2

Chapter 91: Chapter 84: Killing Feng Yichen! (Seeking Initial Subscription)_2

Under the night sky, the delicate figure was like a graceful breeze of spring.

"You really saved me," Jiang Shouzhong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re quite fortunate to have such a beautiful female superior," Feng Yichen clapped him on the shoulder and winked, "You must seize the opportunity; to be near the water is to get the moon first."

"Get lost."

Jiang Shouzhong pushed him away irritably.

Feng Yichen laughed it off and whispered curiously, "By the way, I scouted the vicinity earlier and noticed that Senior Yan wasn’t around. Do you know what he’s busy with?"

Jiang Shouzhong replied indifferently, "I don’t know."

"Oh."

Feng Yichen fell silent.

The two walked side by side along the nighttime streets, shoulder to shoulder, like intimate companions.

"So, since Mr. Yan is not nearby..."

Eventually, it was Jiang Shouzhong who broke the silence, "Do you plan to take action right here?"

As he spoke, Jiang Shouzhong picked up the firearm he was holding.

Bang!

The other party did not give him the chance to use the firearm.

Jiang Shouzhong was sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall, coughing up a trail of blood, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted and he was in excruciating pain.

Feng Yichen stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Jiang Shouzhong under the shadow of the night sky.

At this moment, he had regained his initial elegance and aloof coldness.

Feng Yichen spoke with a complicated expression, "Jiang Mo, I bear no ill will towards you. The reason I went to such lengths to help your friend today is simply because I didn’t want to owe you anything. It’s compensation for taking the Taoist River Map, and thanks for keeping it safe for Zhenxuan Mountain."

Jiang Shouzhong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at the young Taoist who had suddenly turned hostile, "Why not wait for the Taoist Ancestor’s blessing and approval?"

"It would be a waste of time. The Taoist Ancestor would never approve of you."

Feng Yichen stepped closer.

Jiang Shouzhong laughed, "No, you acted prematurely because you’re afraid, afraid that the Taoist Ancestor might really approve of me. Out of seven masters of the Taoist River Map, the Ancestor has recognized two. That’s not a small proportion."

Feng Yichen did not argue, which was as good as an admission.

He reached out his hand, his gaze murky and indifferent, "Jiang Mo, I admire you, but I still believe you are not worthy of the Taoist River Map. Since... you are unwilling to hand it over, I can only take it myself."

Jiang Shouzhong closed his eyes and gently exhaled one word:

"Slash!"

A giant sword shaped like a jade hairpin descended from the sky.

It cut through everything like a ray of rosy light.

Feeling the familiar oppressive force, Feng Yichen’s expression drastically changed, "So this sword was yours—"

Boom!

The giant sword crashed down with force.

Feng Yichen spurted blood, and the ground cratered, spreading cracks like a spider web.

Lying in the deep pit, Feng Yichen grasped the blade desperately, his fingers bloody, he turned his head and shouted at Jiang Shouzhong, "Brother! Let’s talk this out! Let’s talk this out!"

Jiang Shouzhong pushed through the pain to stand up, looking down coldly at the man.

The immense sword emitted the glow of fireflies, stacking layers of formidable sword momentum on its tip, slowly pressing towards Feng Yichen’s chest.

"Skyfall!"

With a fierce expression, Feng Yichen growled fiercely.

A burning white long sword swept out of its sheath, dragging a lengthy white light behind it, powerful like a vast waterfall from the heavens.

The long sword flew toward Jiang Shouzhong.

Sensing its master in danger, the jade hairpin life sword decisively flew up, positioning itself in front of Jiang Shouzhong, bursting forth with even brighter light, ready to destroy the opposing sword in a mutually destructive act.

This life sword could only be used twice.

This was the second time.

"Return!"

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of Jiang Shouzhong.

The majestic Skyfall Sword instantly became uncontrollable, wobbling back into its sheath.

Yan Changqing pinched Ye Zhuchan’s life sword back into control.

The sword returned to its jade hairpin form.

The cracks were now more pronounced.

The cornered Feng Yichen rose from the ground, wiping the crimson blood from his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, Yan Changqing waved his hand, sending Feng Yichen crashing against the wall like a sandbag.

With a thunderous noise, the wall crumbled and collapsed.

The next moment, Feng Yichen was dragged out by an invisible force and slammed to the ground.

The young Taoist spat out more blood.

The blood solidified in midair, turning into numerous small swords, embedding in his body, inching deeper and deeper.

Soon, Feng Yichen became a bloodied figure.

Looking at the now far less elegant young Taoist, Yan Changqing’s gaze was icy, "A swordsman should be upright and open-hearted. How can one go back on their word! Do you think that just because you’re the Chief Disciple of Zhenxuan Mountain, destined to shoulder the sect’s future, that your masters and senior brothers will clean up any mess for you?"

Feng Yichen displayed a wretched bitter smile, looking straight at Yan Changqing, "My conscience is clear."

"Let him go," Jiang Shouzhong said, looking at Feng Yichen, "You helped me a lot today, saving my brother and his family. Consider this debt of gratitude cancelled with a life."

Jiang Shouzhong was very clear.

It was not suitable for him and Zhenxuan Mountain to become enemies at this time.

After all, they were not on the same level.

What was important was that if it hadn’t been for Feng Yichen, he wouldn’t have been able to undergo the Dream Mirror test, and he wouldn’t have been able to save We Zhaodi and avert tragedy.

He was very grateful for this favor.

Yan Changqing hesitated for a moment, then dispersed the blood swords from the other man’s body, speaking to Jiang Shouzhong, "I’ll take him to Zhenxuan Mountain for a talk with those old folks. You take good care of yourself for the next few days. If possible, have your superior protect you, or maybe take that serpent spirit."

"You’re not going to be in trouble, are you?" Jiang Shouzhong was somewhat concerned.

Yan Changqing let out a wry smile, "If reason doesn’t work, use fists. If fists don’t work, just run. Besides, I’ll keep this life sword for a while. I’ll try to help you repair it."