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Chapter 1409 - 1402: The Yichuan Clan’s Daughter

Chapter 1409: Chapter 1402: The Yichuan Clan’s Daughter

Ziang merely glanced at her indifferently a few times before bending down to pick up the dagger that Feng had cut in half from the ground. It was a delicately crafted dagger with exquisitely carved reliefs on the blade, though they were not runes, and a deep blue gem was embedded in the guard.

Such a dagger was undoubtedly affordable only by the wealthy, so it was clear that this young girl’s identity was not simple—she was undoubtedly rich or noble.

"What a fine dagger, such a pity." Ziang looked down at the dagger for a few moments, nodding as he praised it in Kyushu language.

"Wow, are we robbing beauty here?" Hu Daoke came over with a machine gun, and he couldn’t help exclaiming when he saw the two.

"Can you die if you don’t speak? Go stand guard!" Ziang glared at him and drove him away.

Hu Daoke and Ziang spoke in the Demon Clan language, which clearly revealed their identities to the girl.

Since all three of them were wearing hoods and covering their faces, the girl didn’t know if they had any distinct external features, so she asked angrily, "Are you from the Demon Clan?"

Her voice carried the youthful timbre of a young girl, seemingly still in the midst of a voice change, so it always felt like she was much younger than she looked.

"We’re just highway robbers, I don’t know what you’re talking about." Ziang shrugged his shoulders, remaining noncommittal.

"I heard you. You spoke the Demon Clan language, right?" The girl clenched her jaw, questioning with a face full of resentment.

"Little girl, please understand the situation. We are the ones robbing you, not the other way around. Don’t look as though you are robbing us, okay? Could you try showing a bit more fear?" Ziang narrowed his eyes, smiling as he spoke.

"Pah, you dare to hold a member of the Yichuan Clan hostage? Just wait for your clan to be annihilated!" The girl cursed in rage.

"The Yichuan Clan? Those warriors just now said they were from the Dangyang Family, what’s going on?" Upon hearing her words, Ziang momentarily froze, but quickly regained his composure.

Asked by Ziang like this, the girl was suddenly at a loss for words. Ziang clearly saw a trace of panic on her face, which further confirmed his guess.

"Let me guess, the Yichuan Clan posing as the Dangyang Family got captured by us. It seems like your Patriarch wants to prove to the other two aristocratic families that we rob everyone, not just targeting those two families, right?" Seeing the girl’s panic, Ziang laughed even more joyously, querying leisurely.

"I..." the girl hesitated, breathing heavily in her unique way to relieve her inner tension.

"No wonder you seemed familiar. Now I remember. What is your relationship to Yichuan Hong, the Patriarch, and Yichuan Yong?" Ziang continued to quiz.

The girl didn’t speak, her face filled with discomfort as she glared at Ziang with resentful eyes.

"Release her!" Ziang didn’t give her a chance to speak but patted Feng on the shoulder as a signal.

Hearing Ziang’s command, Feng immediately let go of the girl, then drew her sword back, elegantly spinning it before slowly sheathing it. Her actions undoubtedly reassured Ziang even more, as Feng confidently sheathing her sword meant that she saw these two people as no threat, especially not as cultivators.

The two of them stepped back, and the maid, seemingly unresentful of the girl’s earlier action to push her into the line of danger, immediately rushed to the girl and hugged her tightly as if to protect her with her body.

"Go ahead, we don’t kill people from the Yichuan Clan. Hurry back and call your people to take away the things, and then let them know we’re very sorry for offending the Yichuan Clan."

Ziang’s words undoubtedly made the girl even angrier. Seeing them about to turn and leave, the girl let out a cry of rage with a sobbing tone, "I was ready to die for the Yichuan Clan. If you let me go, I will die here. I will not let my clan bear this injustice!"

As she spoke, she pulled out another dagger from somewhere, pushed the maid away amid her cries, and then plunged the dagger straight toward her own chest.

"Feng!"

Being the junior sister of the Sword Saint of the Western Continent, Feng had already moved before Ziang even began to speak. She turned and drew her sword in one fluid movement, the tip pointed straight at the dagger aiming for the girl’s chest. Thanks to the fracture resistance of Kedal metal, she was able to sever the girl’s dagger once again with just one strike.

Feng then kicked upward toward the girl’s knife-wielding right hand, pressing it firmly against the carriage body with the sole of her shoe while her sharp blade rested menacingly on the girl’s wrist, the threat clear without words.

The girl could feel the sharpness of the blade; barely touching her sleeve, the silk fabric began to split slowly.

"Have you gone mad?" Cheng Ziang picked up another broken dagger from the ground, examined it, then approached the girl and asked.

"You lunatics have no right to judge me." The girl, tears brimming in her eyes, spoke bitterly.

"Are you so determined to seek death, proving the innocence of the Yichuan clan?" Cheng Ziang asked tentatively.

"Yes, for my family, I am willing to sacrifice everything," the girl said through clenched teeth.

"If that’s the case, then why not let Yichuan Yong do it? If he were to die, wouldn’t the suspicions against the Yichuan clan be immediately cleared?" Cheng Ziang shifted the topic.

Upon hearing his words, the girl’s face immediately turned pale. Obviously, she hadn’t noticed that she had fallen into Cheng Ziang’s rhetorical trap and was being led by him.

After only a slight hesitation, the girl cried out angrily again, "I won’t let my brother die for this, I am willing to sacrifice everything for my family."

"So, Yichuan Yong is your brother, Yichuan Hong is your father, and you are the precious daughter of the Yichuan family, right?" Cheng Ziang narrowed his eyes, a triumphant smile on his face, though the girl couldn’t see it.

"Uh..." The girl’s complexion grew pale again, surprised that she had been so easily tricked into confessing. Overcome with grief, she began to sob and then cried pitifully.

"Feng," Cheng Ziang looked at Feng, curiously asking, "Is she a cultivator?"

Feng shook her head decisively and replied, "No, neither of them are!"

"I see," Cheng Ziang nodded, understanding.

If he remembered correctly, according to Zisu, in Kyushu, where martial prowess was revered, regardless of gender, anyone who could cultivate would essentially raise their social status.

That meant an individual’s position within the family was determined not just by their legitimate or illegitimate birth, or by gender, but solely by their level of cultivation. If he wasn’t wrong, the Yichuan Hong and Yichuan Yong they had met the other day were cultivators, though not threatening enough.

As mentioned before, cultivation divides into the Royal Dao and the Ba Path. Generally, the Ba Path has a visible immediate effect but a limited ceiling, which means against such opponents, even Feng would have to fight dozens of rounds.

Meanwhile, the Royal Dao had no upper limit but came with many limitations, the first being that they were extremely weak in close combat, with only a few people cultivating some Ba Path techniques for self-defense.

It should be noted, not everyone in the Continent could master both the Royal Dao and the Western Continent sword techniques like Feng, making them unbeatable at both range and close combat. Most people could only cultivate one, either the Ba Path or the Royal Dao.

After getting a confirming response, Cheng Ziang pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Alright, let her go, she poses no threat to us anyway."

Upon hearing this, Feng released the girl’s arm. The girl quickly pulled back her arm, glaring resentfully at Feng, while rubbing the spot barely touched by the blade, fearful of any mark being left on her skin. A nearby maid hugged her again, crying and trembling with fear.

"So, Miss Yichuan, what is your name?" Cheng Ziang took a deep breath and changed his tone before asking.

"What does it matter to you? What right do you have to ask for my name?" Though at a disadvantage, the girl’s tone remained defiant.

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