Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 50 Flower Fanatic Red Face Sword (Please Follow)

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 Flower Fanatic Red Face Sword (Please Follow)

"Plum Blossom Falling!"

The lady in red’s True Qi flowed continuously; the Flower Branch Sword, akin to twigs of blossoms, combined hardness with softness, spinning like a ribbon, with petals scattering like a plum blossom rain.

Over a dozen streams of Jade Sword Finger Sword Energy collided with the Chain Sword, setting off a thunderous explosion.

Even though the lady defended herself tightly, the terrifying penetrating power of the Sword Qi still sent her flying backward off her feet, until she barely managed to stand straight again with her heels against the wall.

Such formidable Sword Qi!

But the next moment, her face lost color, as she suddenly crouched and raised her sword to block.

That sinister Finger Sword Energy flying low, sneaked in for an attack.

With a muffled thud, her hasty defense avoided her being pierced by the Sword Qi, but her lack of preparation resulted in her body being struck and sent smashing through the wall with a bang.

Duan Yun was usually the one ambushing others and was rarely ambushed like this, so now that he switched from defense to offense, he pursued relentlessly, not giving his opponent a chance to breathe.

Just as he neared the hole in the wall, a flash of red brilliance appeared.

Countless petals wrapped in True Qi spun towards him, and Duan Yun could even see the light aqua-colored vortexes formed by the True Qi spinning with the petals.

Such urgent and rapid attack!

"Breaking Body Sword Energy!"

As the sky filled with falling petals closed in, silver-white Sword Qi spread out from his body like endless threads of rain.

For a moment, it was as if red flowers had crashed into the white rain.

While Breaking Body Sword Energy couldn’t knock the petals down, it could slow them.

Almost simultaneously, three streams of Sword Qi emitted from his limbs, shattering the petals in front of Duan Yun.

Thus, a large gap was torn through the sky full of flower rain, and Duan Yun took the opportunity to burst through.

The instant he got out, he only saw a figure in red at the end of the corridor.

Trying to flee!

Without hesitation, Duan Yun unleashed a Toe Sword at that spot.

"Ugh!"

Caught off guard by how quickly he caught up, the woman was struck by the Sword Qi, letting out a muffled groan.

Afterward, she flicked the Flower Branch Sword in her hand and swept it out.

Petals came attacking again, blocking Duan Yun’s pursuit.

By the time Duan Yun dealt with the petals, the woman’s figure had vanished.

"This woman runs so fast!"

...

Inside the house, the forehead of Murong clenched in pain, his face contorted in agony.

The next moment, he pulled out two Flower Branch Swords from his body, trembling and nearly passing out.

But he knew he couldn’t faint or stop.

Any delay, and Duan Yun might be dead.

Without a saber at hand, he swept his palm, and the wooden table beside him was shaved into a blurry knife shape.

For him, a one-in-a-million saber prodigy, anything nearby could become his weapon.

Enduring the pain, Murong grabbed the "wooden saber" and pursued through the breach.

He must stop...

When he followed through the two openings to the corridor, he saw Duan Yun raise a foot and shoot out a Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi burst forth, swift as Moonlight, extremely fast.

Then, the Sword Qi struck his Ling’er’s buttocks, splashing a trail of blood.

Afterwards, petals scattered, easily knocked down by Duan Yun, and Ling’er disappeared without a trace.

Murong stood there, completely stunned.

This development wasn’t what he had imagined.

By all logic, even if Duan Yun had not died, he should’ve been in mortal peril, but in reality, his once lover Feng Ling’er, now his sister Murong Ling’er, was wounded in the buttocks by Duan Yun’s Toe Sword Energy, forcing her to flee.

In that instant, he was even worried for Murong Ling’er’s safety.

This was utterly against the Heavenly Gang’s way!

"Murong, I hate you!"

"I curse you to have a miserable death!"

At this moment, wails of extreme resentment from a woman drifted in from outside the manor, carrying a particularly painful significance, and gradually faded away.

Murong sat down on the ground with a thud, his wooden sword slipping from his grip, his complexion defeated; he didn’t want to move anymore.

Duan Yun, however, regretted, "If only that kick had been harder!"

His tone carried a trace of the frustration he had felt in his past life when he missed a goal in soccer, with the ball skimming past the post.

Toe Sword, since it was only recently mastered, ultimately fell short of Jade Sword Finger in lethality; otherwise, that sinister woman would have surely been left behind!

Immediately afterward, he looked at Murong lying on the ground and asked, "Are you okay?"

Murong was pierced by the Flower Branch Sword, leaving several bloody holes that looked a bit frightening.

"I’m fine."

Saying so, he pressed the Quchi and Tan Zhong acupoints to reluctantly stop the bleeding.

The storm was coming, and the world was dark and gloomy.

Duan Yun asked, "Was that your enemy just now?"

Murong hesitated to speak.

Then Duan Yun remembered certain details, caught on, and said, "Just now, it wasn’t your sister-in-law, oops, I mean one of your sisters, right?"

Murong nodded faintly and said weakly, "Now you see how fearsome practicing this saber technique is, don’t you? Feng Ling’er was once the lover I deeply loved, but she became my sister. Not wanting to see her again, she became somewhat mad, hating me, wanting to torment and kill me, and now even involving you."

"I’m truly sorry," Murong apologized.

Duan Yun quickly replied, "Not at all, my fight with your sister-in-law, oops, with your sister was quite exhilarating; she’s formidable."

That woman holding a Flower Branch Sword was easily the toughest opponent he had met since entering the Martial World.

He had slain the Red House elder, and now, with his Toe Sword greatly improved, he still couldn’t hold the opponent down.

But he also felt fortunate not to have slain the other party, only piercing her buttocks.

If he had killed Murong’s former lover who is now his sister, it would have really soured their neighborly relationship.

Murong looked at him with a complicated expression and said, "I didn’t expect you to be even more formidable."

Duan Yun reflected, "That’s good, barely managing to protect myself."

Then there was the rumble of thunder and the pouring rain.

Duan Yun and Murong huddled in the dilapidated house, watching the torrential rain outside, as everything around them became a vague expanse of white.

At such times, one feels an extra sense of profound loneliness.

After talking further, Duan Yun learned that the woman he had just fought was not only Murong’s karmic love but also the well-known "Flower Fanatic Red Face" of the Martial World.

Feng Ling’er was a disciple of the Red Frost Sword Palace, the most cherished pupil of the Red Frost Female Sword God, master of the inherited Red Face Sword; her swordsmanship was sharp and deadly, capable of flaying flesh and bone while you marvel at the beauty of falling petals.

Feng Ling’er had been traveling the Martial World for a long time, her beauty and swordsmanship unparalleled; she was considered one of the most stunning and formidable young Sword Cultivators in the Martial World.

Duan Yun had just experienced it—if he had been entangled by that sword, he would have lost a piece of flesh at the least.

No, it definitely wouldn’t have been as simple as just a scratch.

Once, Feng Ling’er and Murong were the envy of the Martial World as a celestial couple of the Dual Masters of Sword and Saber, making many others jealous; now, Duan Yun knew the rest of the story.

"She was always somewhat obsessive; once she set her mind on something, it was extremely hard to change. Knowing the truth, she persisted unwillingly and ultimately became extreme," Murong said dimly.

At this point, he looked at Duan Yun and said, "Since she has found me, you can no longer stay here, Mr. Duan, you should leave quickly."

"What do you mean?"

"My four sisters and one elder sister, at least four of them have become extreme by now. If they know I’m here, it’s unimaginable what they’d do. If you’re involved like today, it would be very dangerous," Murong explained.

Duan Yun immediately understood what he meant.

Five disastrous relationships, with at least four women turned from love to hate, wanting to harm Murong and even those close to him, even a neighbor like himself.

Hearing this, Duan Yun couldn’t help but boast, "Today your sister was merely defeated by me; what could be a big problem in the future?"

Murong said somberly, "Because Feng Ling’er is not even the scariest among them."

Duan Yun confidently replied, "Then pass your saber technique to me; with my unparalleled talent, when I achieve the greatness of Dual Masters of Sword and Saber, I will be able to withstand everything and keep you safe."

Murong looked at Duan Yun, his face strained.

He had never seen anyone so confident.

Overconfident even!

Yet, this fellow’s performance in injuring his sister just now made this confidence somewhat reasonable.

Absolutely outrageous!

He thought himself wicked enough, yet the guy in front of him seemed no less than himself at his peak.

Murong knew such a man could not be persuaded to leave, and thinking about the other’s safety, his resolve wavered.

Should he really pass on the saber technique?