Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 250 - 190: Playing the Flute to Captivate Souls (Subscription Requested)

Chapter 250: Chapter 190: Playing the Flute to Captivate Souls (Subscription Requested)

It was a cool and refreshing night with the moon casting a water-like sheen.

The Qiongling Sect was as tranquil as usual.

Yu Zhenzhen’s Plum Blossom Courtyard, located in the deepest part of the lodgings, felt even more secluded.

Yu Zhenzhen, Duan Yun, and the Murong brothers were lying in ambush inside, waiting.

Waiting for their prey to come to them.

Yes, tonight they were the ones who would kill.

Tonight was the night that Guxue and her wild man planned to deal with Yu Zhenzhen, a situation that could end up with Yu Zhenzhen being killed.

But those who kill could also be killed themselves; such was the simple truth of the Martial World.

As one of the rare "lucid ones" in the Qiongling Sect, Yu Zhenzhen had little choice.

Had she not overheard the conversation through a tunnel late at night, had not the two gatekeepers suddenly turned into two old demons, she would have died inexplicably at the hands of her shameless master tonight.

On the bed was a straw-filled dummy, looking just like her asleep.

And the twisted Murong brothers hid absurdly under the pitch-black bed.

For many days now, he had found that lying under the bed allowed him to gather more powerful and effective saber strikes.

He was the Saber God beneath the bed!

Ming Yue had already dipped west, and dusk enveloped heaven and earth.

It was now well past midnight, and in another hour or so, it would be dawn.

But the three of them still hadn’t waited for the arrival of Sect Master Guxue and her dog of a man.

They were poised and relaxed at first, but prolonged waiting could sink one into fatigue.

Yu Zhenzhen, perched atop a horizontal beam, couldn’t help contemplating.

Would her master not come tonight?

Although she and Duan Yun had overheard their plans beneath the bed, plans are always subject to change.

And beneath the bed, the Murong brother with green-dyed hair seemed to have fallen asleep.

Given his past lazy streak, which had lasted almost two years, his perseverance tonight was a strong showing.

Suddenly, the Murong brother under the bed opened his eyes.

Though he had drifted into light sleep, his innate danger-sensing ability had jolted him awake.

During his time lying in Yuzhu Villa, he could sense spiders and caterpillars—even predict when they would crawl onto him—despite lying motionless like a corpse.

Now, he awoke with a similar sensation.

Not far from Yu Zhenzhen’s bed was a folding screen, and beneath it was a gap. From under the bed, the Murong brother could see an extra shoe at the doorway.

It was an embroidered purple flower shoe, too blurred to discern the exact design, but the Murong brother could tell the foot wearing it was very white.

Very well-maintained.

Guxue had arrived.

Silently, the room door had been opened, and the owner of the embroidered shoe had stepped in.

The Murong brother remained perfectly still.

The newcomer was Guxue herself.

Her feet had the softness of cat’s paws, making no sound upon touching the ground.

Without the Murong brother’s heightened senses, one might not even be aware of her presence.

This alone was a crude indication of Guxue’s formidable strength.

To have become the leader of the Qiongling Sect, using the entire sect’s disciples as nourishment for some nameless Evil Skill, Guxue was certainly not an ordinary cultivator of the Tongyou Realm.

Moreover, the swordsmanship of the White Dew Sword Immortal was famous throughout the Martial World decades ago.

In the years that followed, as she wore that unpredictable mask and rarely made a move, could it be that her swordsmanship had improved a step further?

On the bed, the "Yu Zhenzhen" was facing away from the door, and only a lump under the quilt could be seen.

Beneath that mask, a pair of eyes burned with jealousy like flames.

Silently, Guxue lifted her sleeve.

From beneath the wide cuff was not a sword, but a metal cylinder.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed out, sharp and swift.

The thick quilt and the straw dummy—even the bed board—were pierced through.

It turned out to be a Bone-piercing nail!

The esteemed Sect Master, to deal with a young disciple of her own line, Guxue not only launched a sneak attack but used such vicious Hidden weapons!

The moment the nail pierced through the quilt, Guxue’s eyes changed.

As an experienced old riverside, she realized that beneath the quilt was not a person.

Could her disciple have known that she was coming to kill her tonight?

Although surprised, Guxue did not panic.

Because she knew, she couldn’t lose.

Not a chance.

As her eyes narrowed slightly, the sword hidden in her sleeve flicked upwards.

Whoosh—A coiled Sword Qi shot towards the horizontal beam.

That was precisely where Yu Zhenzhen was hiding!

Yu Zhenzhen swayed and fell from the beam, while at almost the same moment, her hiding spot was torn to shreds by the Sword Qi, sending pieces flying everywhere.

However, the coiling Sword Qi dissolved before it could touch the ceiling, not even disturbing the roof tiles, showing how well Guxue controlled her Sword Qi.

Before Yu Zhenzhen could hit the ground, another new coiling Sword Qi was launched at her.

Even Duan Yun, the Dual Masters of Sword and Saber, had never seen such a "coiling" Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi was white, like clouds surrounding a mountain, appearing soft but quick and fierce, full of hidden dangers.

What’s crucial was that its coiling nature made it difficult to predict its trajectory.

This was none other than the Qiongling Sect’s "White Cloud Surrounding Sword Style," casually executed by Guxue like antelope horns, without a trace of worldliness.

Just as Yu Zhenzhen in midair seemed to have no escape, bound to be struck by this tricky Sword Qi, suddenly, there was a crisp snap.

Yu Zhenzhen’s True Qi flowed throughout her body, and her palms came together, clamping the coiling Sword Qi with the force of thunder.

For a moment, the coiling Sword Qi twisted and writhed like a living poisonous snake between her palms.

And as she touched down, she hurled the Sword Qi back the way it came, its force now even greater.

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