Chapter 17 017[VIP]

Under bright sunlight, the wind and clouds were already stirring.

Both the Liufenbantang and the Jinfengxiyulou were following orders from above, their teams dispatched from headquarters like a well-trained army.

Normally, such a gang fight, taking place in the heart of the capital, beneath the Emperor's feet, should have been regulated by the government. But as Shi Qingruo had said, the officials at the imperial court were only interested in seeing one gang left in Bianjing; they wouldn't intervene.

If they could avoid wasting manpower and resources, that would be the best!

Let them fight first. As long as the Emperor and the officials weren't threatened, they could fight to the bitter end. They would then clean up the mess.

As for the other lone thugs in the capital, including Tianji and other gang members who hadn't intervened in the conflict, they had already found their own hiding places.

When Shi Qingruo, with Lu Xiaofeng's help, stood atop Sanhe Tower, she sensed a scorching smell in the air beneath the clear sky.

The surroundings were all too quiet.

...

The burning Misty Heaven Alliance headquarters had long since vanished from sight, with only the distant black smoke and the strife between the two factions signaling the ongoing conflict.

In the alleyways, the clashes were not only between the Misty Heaven Alliance's undercover traitors, but also between the two factions, stalling the conflict for the gang's leader.

Shi Qingruo gazed toward Tianquan Mountain and saw a signal flare rising from that direction.

It was identical to the one she had released earlier, signaling—

Su Mengzhen's imminent arrival!

"Are you sure Lei Sun will be coming too?" Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask.

Although he had heard of Shi Qingruo's life-threatening plan before leaving Bianjing, he had never imagined it would unfold in this way.

Shi Qingruo stood there, as resolute and fearless as when she'd uttered the word "I." It was as if the absence of Guan Qi, her "bodyguard," hadn't caused any hesitation or fear.

Whether it was Wen Xiaobai's appearance, the rebellion of the five or six Saint Lords of the Misty Heaven Alliance, or the impending confrontation at Sanhe Tower, she had planned it dozens of times.

If she wanted to change the murky situation in the capital, she had to make a desperate move like this!

Shi Qingruo leaned over the railing, peering over, and replied, "He'll definitely come, because he won't allow Su Mengzhen to buy him too much help or time."

Lei Sun, seemingly a seasoned martial artist, remained cautious. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used the honorific "Young Master Su" to address his rival and future son-in-law while still holding the position of Head Master of the Liufenban Hall.

The more cautious and ambitious a person is, the more they need to mitigate any unexpected changes. This

is especially true when those changes aren't foolish, but simply lack experience.

He might not necessarily consider this attack a decisive battle between the Liufenbantang and the Jinfengxiyulou, but he would certainly go all out to eliminate Shi Qingruo, the troublesome figure. He would never allow the Mitian League and the Jinfengxiyulou to form an alliance in this manner.

Therefore—

"Lei Sun will definitely come!"

Even his trusted lieutenants, save for Granny Douzi, who was still imprisoned in the Six Gates Prison, would come!

"No more talk, someone's coming over there!"

Shi Qingruo's eyes flickered, and she shouted.

Lu Xiaofeng was about to complain that Shi Qingruo wasn't trusting him too much. If Lei Sun came in person, his support alone, coupled with the soft armor she'd borrowed from Huang Rong, wouldn't guarantee her safety.

But then he felt that when someone had deemed themselves the most important bait, no amount of persuasion would be of any use.

Then he thought about how she could have retreated into seclusion, yet chose to enter the murky waters of Bianjing. Why...

Lu Xiaofeng, always prone to meddling, was speechless.

He simply chuckled lightly and jokingly said, "I've heard that Lei Sun's Yingbu sword and Su Mengzhen's Hongxiudao are considered two of the six divine weapons in the martial arts world. I, Lu Xiaofeng, never miss a rare opportunity, and I'm grateful to Madam Shi for having broadened my horizons today."

Shi Qingruo didn't shy away from the politeness: "Very well, then show me how you thank me."

As she spoke, her gaze never shifted from the distant figure.

In a flash, the man who had broken free from the encirclement was standing before them.

Having met them twice before, even at a distance, Shi Qingruo could clearly identify the leader of the group as none other than Su Mengzhen, the master of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower.

At his side was a seemingly clumsy young man, but from her vantage point, his seemingly clumsy steps revealed a masterful spirit, far more than an ordinary person could match.

Undoubtedly, he was Su Mengzhen's trusted confidant.

Following closely behind were over twenty members of the gang, each exuding an aura of elite strength.

Shi Qingruo had seen them before and was well aware of their identities.

That was the "Wufa Wutian" of the Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower.

These twenty-plus men, put together, especially in a fight in Bianjing City, would likely be more effective than hundreds.

Although Shi Qingruo couldn't see who was in the distance, or how many there were, he could clearly see that as Su Mengzhen and the young man behind them ascended the stairs, these twenty-plus men formed a unique barrier, blocking them from the others behind them.

It would be an exaggeration to call it an iron wall.

"This isn't a place to stay for long. Madam, please accompany me to Tianquan Mountain to avoid the fierce attack."

Su Mengzhen's voice came from behind, interrupting Shi Qingruo's observation.

Shi Qingruo turned, as if realizing this was not the time to speak. He gave a quick nod and followed Lu Xiaofeng down the stairs, following Su Mengzhen's steps.

The young man accompanying Su Mengzhen consciously stood at the back, acting as a protective guard, placing Shi Qingruo between him and Su Mengzhen.

"Who is this—?" Shi Qingruo asked casually, lifting her skirt as she descended the newly built staircase of Sanhe Building.

Su Mengzhen replied, "One of the five great demons of Jinfengxiyu Building, Mo Beishen."

"So it's Mo Beishen."

Sanhe Building was

originally a two-story restaurant. It had been renovated after being damaged during a wedding banquet, and a separate upper floor had been built.

Normally, it served as a private room for guests, and when necessary, a watchtower.

The steps and walls leading down from the third floor still carried the faint scent of new wood.

But for Shi Qingruo, what was more concerning wasn't the lingering smell, but...

the approaching aura.

Shi Qingruo sighed, "First, Xue Xishen acted on his own, and now Mo Beishen is colluding with the enemy. Master Su, you'd better be more careful when judging people next time."

"What—" Mo Beishen's seemingly stoic face suddenly cracked.

He didn't have time to argue before Lu Xiaofeng, ignoring his reasoning, swung back and swung a finger at him.

Mo Beishen's already poised attack was suddenly intercepted by someone else, and it's no exaggeration to say his mind was in turmoil.

But just as he was about to be pinned down by Lu Xiaofeng's finger, a voice that sounded like heavenly music to him erupted from within.

"Look out!" Su Mengzhen leaped onto the second-floor landing, narrowly avoiding the silver beams that pierced his side.

These beams were not only packed with lethal force, but also instantly shattered the wooden wall near the stairs.

Turning back, Su Mengzhen collided with the black-clad figure that had come hurtling down from the sky.

He flicked his sleeve, trapping the second wave of incoming cold light. With a simple fold and a twist, he sent the silver blades flying back toward the attacker.

But the attacker was petite, as if naturally suited for combat in such a confined environment.

Instead of striking her, the few points of silver light returned to her hands like a flowing galaxy. Or perhaps they were merely two newly drawn weapons, now equipped with claws, but there was no doubt she had already passed through the returning stream of hidden weapons and struck head-on at Su Mengzhen.

Lei Jiao, the Sixth Master of the Liufenbantang, and her Liemen Flying Star!

Su Mengzhen's red sleeve knife hadn't yet been unsheathed, giving Lei Jiao a brief moment to strike at his vitals. She quickly glanced back.

She was irritated to see that Mo Beishen, who should have been of great use, had failed to act as a competent undercover agent, attacking from both sides. Instead, he had been cornered by Lu Xiaofeng outside the Sanhe Building.

The hole Lei Jiao had created by breaching the wall became a necessary retreat for Mo Beishen, forced to dodge Lu Xiaofeng's relentless attacks.

The woman on the Liufenbantang's hit list had already turned without hesitation and rushed back upstairs, disappearing from her sight in the blink of an eye.

This instantaneous change had completely surpassed everyone's expectations.

Damn it, this wasn't what she had wanted.

But her moment of hesitation was far worse than Mo Beishen's own mistake.

For those caught up in this situation, especially Su Mengzhen, there was only one priority: to complete the task at hand, not to worry about this sudden betrayal.

Lei Jiao turned and saw a flash of brilliant crimson.

Su Mengzhen's Red Sleeve Blade!

The thin, transparent crimson blade glittered through the shadows of the restaurant's inner hall, still lingering in the afterglow, transforming into a breathtaking display of color.

Lei Jiao spun swiftly, her black hair swirling as nine cold stars shot out again, like deadly hidden spikes.

However, even faster than the hidden weapon was the short knife worthy of the name "Red Sleeves."

Its movement was lightning-fast, its impact swift and effortless, yet it instantly shattered the second wave of gate-splitting flying stars.

Had not a sudden blast of air intercepted Lei Jiao and Su Mengzhen, the ghostly, dreamlike blade would have severed Lei Jiao's head.

"You're too late—"

Lei Jiao was still trembling with fear, but Su Mengzhen's blade didn't even pause for a moment, moving from nearly slicing through her neck to completely blocking the attacker's path. Another streak of blood splattered.

A withered head soared through the air, crashing into Lei Jiao like a shrunken persimmon.

In that split second, familiar with the attacker, Lei Jiao could even clearly see the skull's still-widening eyes and the bulging veins along its cheekbones.

But now, that head was no longer attached to Lei Hen, the Fourth Master of the Liufenbantang. Instead, it had been severed by the red-sleeved knife in a single blow!

There was only a single sound: "Shua!"

Lei Jiao's words, about to scold Lei Hen for arriving late, were instantly trapped in her throat.

An indescribable fear suddenly washed over her, and she suddenly understood why, before the operation, Boss Lei had emphasized to them that they should retreat after achieving

their goal and never confront Su Mengzhen unless absolutely necessary. He was indeed very ill. The moment after striking Lei Hen dead, a chill seemed to descend upon his already frail face, as he strained to suppress a cough.

But this chill first wounded his opponent, not himself!

She had to go.

Lei Jiao, a master of hidden weapons, had become like a clueless novice in her hasty retreat, intent on unleashing every hidden weapon she possessed.

This indeed bought her a glimmer of hope.

But just when she was about to retreat, the water-red knife light that was chasing her had brought the cold wind to the back of her neck.

It seemed that the next moment it would take her life just like it killed Lei Hen.

However, just before the cold wind fell, she heard a familiar cold snort in a trance.

This made her face, which had been as pale as death, suddenly regain its color.

Almost at the same time, a rosary pulled her out like a rope, avoiding Su Mengzhen's blade by a tiny margin.

She was saved.

She just stood still and saw that two other people and the flower-clothed monk who saved her fell on the terrace outside the second floor.

One tall, one short, one thin, and one fat. The tall and thin one had a particularly distinctive hand. Who else could it be but the Fifth and Sixth Saints of the Misty Heaven Alliance.

"Where are the people?" The Fifth Saint "Zhang Tieshu" asked in a cold voice.

Although Lei Jiao wasn't familiar with the other party, she had already heard about today's events from Lei Sun. Seeing him break through Yan Hefa and Zhu Xiaoyao's blockade and arrive here, she was overjoyed.

Without thinking, she replied, "Upstairs, but..." Before

she could even utter "It's too late," "Zhang Tieshu" and "Zhang Liexin" rushed in recklessly.

"Forget it, there's no need to stop them. Let them go if they want. Anyway, the head hall master is here, and our goal for today has been achieved. Why bother with anything else?" the flower-clothed monk said.

Lei Jiao slipped back in, her tone abrupt, "No, I have to go too. I must avenge what I just did!"

She had heard the footsteps of Lei Sun, the head hall master, landing on the third floor.

It was precisely because Lei Sun had broken through Wufa Wutian's blockade and rushed upstairs that Su Mengzhen was forced to hastily retract the blade aimed at Lei Jiao and head back upstairs to deal with the more troublesome opponent first.

If he didn't leave and continued to fight Lei Jiao and the Flowery Monk, the situation upstairs would inevitably get out of control.

"Be careful," the Flowery Monk warned.

But if one listened carefully, one could easily detect that his warning wasn't meant to be serious.

Arriving later than Lei Jiao, he naturally knew how Boss Lei had broken the impasse, even going so far as to mobilize another hidden agent buried in the Golden Wind Drizzle Tower.

While letting them off the hook would most likely lead to their details being uncovered later, giving them one less bargaining chip in their decisive battle against the Golden Wind Drizzle Tower, if they could destroy the Misty Heaven Alliance's hopes today while also severing a few more of the Golden Wind Drizzle Tower's ties, it wouldn't be a loss.

Besides, there were people from Young Marquis Fang who were acting with them!

If not, he had to go and see.

Unicorn

...

When Lei Jiao rushed to the third floor, the place had already been in chaos.

Fortunately, the advantage was on their side of the Six and a Half Hall.

Lei Sun had indeed rushed upstairs as she had heard, and even brought the Fifth Hall Master Lei Gun who had fought his way out of the siege with him. On the other hand, on Shi Qingruo's side, only the important member of the Golden Wind and Rain Tower, Shi Wugui, who had noticed that the situation upstairs was not right, had rushed over

. Downstairs, the Ruffian Team and its leader Dao Nanshen, who belonged to the Golden Wind and Rain Tower, were intercepted by the Third Hall Master Lei Mei of the Six and a Half Hall, and had no time to escape for the time being.

Yes, Su Mengzhen was indeed here, and there were more than one or two thugs protecting the wife of the Saint Lord. Even Lu Xiaofeng, who had forced Mo Beishen back first, had already climbed upstairs again, but so what?

Although there was another trusted subordinate here, Lei Sun still drew his sword without any delay.

It shouldn't be a precious sword!

The situation today has come to this point, and the manpower has been dispatched to this point. He will never allow this trip to fail. Therefore, even though Lei Gun is a rare master in the world, facing the target who is retreating step by step, Lei Sun still chooses to do it himself.

Without Guan Qi's protection by her side, this is a great opportunity!

"Step aside--" Lu Xiaofeng screamed in surprise.

He had previously joked that he wanted to see Lei Sun's precious sword, but when he got the sword, he realized that Lei Sun could get to his current position in this Bianjing City not just because he is good at controlling people's hearts.

It's because he really has such confidence.

This sword should not be called a magic sword, perhaps it should be called a magic sword.

Even though the blade is dull, when the sword is unsheathed, Lei Sun's surging fighting spirit has given the sword a strange color.

The one being pointed at by the sword is Shi Qingruo, who has retreated to the edge of the third floor.

The knife passed through the thunder, and the momentum was extremely fast. As Lu Xiaofeng had just stood firmly on the third floor, he had no time to force Lei Sun back with his finger technique, and could only throw out his cloak.

The red cloak was like a blood-colored streak that enveloped the black light, but it failed to hinder the knife's momentum.

Instead, it turned into scattered red all over the sky, falling one after another. But in this chaotic red, another sad and beautiful water red color had already caught up.

Having worked with Su Mengzhen for many years, Shi Wugui would not fail to understand those silent instructions.

When Su Mengzhen left Lei Jiao and rushed to the third floor, Lei Gun had already gone forward to stop him, but Shi Wugui blocked his "Longmen Giant Strike Wave".

So at this moment, the Red Sleeve Knife attacked Lei Sun's Bu Ying Demon Knife without anyone blocking it.

"Bu Ying" went without returning, and "Hong Xiu" wanted to keep him.

Obviously, Su Mengzhen had always been fierce in his dealings, but in this knife, he swung out a lingering and helpless soft power, and abruptly cut off the fighting spirit of the Demon Knife.

Lu Xiaofeng had also taken advantage of this moment to catch up.

But Lei Sun had been fighting in the martial arts world for many years, and he was already a seasoned man. If you want to use these means to deal with him and make him give up, you are underestimating him.

He sneered, and threw out the sword that should not be used. His other hand had quickly accumulated internal strength, rushed forward, and slapped Shi Qingruo decisively.

Hit the target, of course he hit the target.

He has always been a desperate fighter.

Back then, he risked the pain of losing three fingers to try to learn Zhuge Shenhou's amazing shot, and even in exchange for the support of some people in the court, today, he will definitely be able to withstand the defense of these two young men and kill Shi Qingruo, who should not exist in Bianjing.

This palm came too fast, and even though Shi Qingruo had already prepared for these accidents, she was unable to completely avoid it.

She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, and then she felt a fierce internal force running through her, knocking her out fiercely.

She was already standing in the corner of the Sanhe Building, and this even directly broke the guardrail behind her.

Lei Jiao just went upstairs and saw the gorgeous woman in golden red spitting out blood among the red fragments of the cloak still flying, and fell down from the gap in the guardrail.

At dusk, the east wind complained about the birds, and the falling flowers looked like people falling from the building.

But now, it was the woman who fell from the Sanhe Building, like a piece of golden red falling flowers.

"Wait, there are people downstairs!" Lei Jiao reminded her sternly before she had time to feel sorry for her.

Being restrained by Lu Xiaofeng and Su Mengzhen, Lei Sun's palm was not able to exert much of his power. Maybe it could hurt other people's heart meridians, but it was definitely not enough to kill people.

Falling from the three-story restaurant would not kill anyone.

If Shi Qing was rescued, all their previous efforts would be in vain.

Even without Lei Jiao's reminder, Lei Sun understood this truth.

The palm he just swung not only injured Shi Qingruo, but also hurt himself.

At the moment of hitting the opponent's shoulder, the barbs on the soft armor pierced his palm. It was definitely not his illusion. The numbness in his palm at this moment indicated a terrible fact-

Shi Qingruo was not only wearing this protective armor, but also smeared with poison.

It was just the obsession of killing the enemy that made Lei Sun mobilize half of his true energy on that hand, curb the spread of the poison, and jump out of the guardrail in one step after Shi Qingruo.

But when he looked down, his pupils shrank.

Because what he saw was not a flying flower about to fall to the ground, but a figure standing in the air.

No, to be more precise, she was stepping on the colorful silk draped on the street in front of Sanhe Building, incredibly light.

Even if this is not too difficult for martial arts masters in Bianjing City, it is definitely not something that people with no martial arts foundation can do.

Not to mention that she was able to stabilize her body so quickly when she was thrown down the stairs by his palm.

"You know martial arts?!" Lei Sun blurted out.

How could she know martial arts!

Everyone in Bianjing City knew that Shi Qingruo didn't know any martial arts at all. Even at this moment, Lei Sun couldn't feel the internal energy flowing through her body.

Unless her martial arts had reached another level, it would be impossible to hide it.

But whether it was her previous coughing up blood or her current light-hearted posture, it proved that she was far from that step.

She might have internal energy, but it was not too high.

At most... at most, it could only be used at this time to give Lei Sun a big surprise.

He didn't get an answer to this question.

Just because Shi Qingruo had blood on her lips and her face was pale, she pulled out a red gold cylinder from her sleeve without hesitation at the moment Lei Sun showed up.

So the answer to Lei Sun's question was the sudden burst of light from the cylinder.

The dazzling brilliance and Lei Sun's sword were two completely different beasts. In that instant, it even looked like a bird's feather spreading out.

Unfortunately, Lei Sun couldn't retreat, as Su Mengzhen's Red Sleeve Blade was chasing him from behind.

In front of him, in front of Shi Qingruo's indifferent smile.

The colors of gold, green, red, and blue condensed into an unavoidable brilliance, and just like that -

penetrated his eyes.

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I will post the clip on Sunday. Before that, because the clicks were not high, if I hit 10,000 a day, my ranking would drop too much. I plan to post it on Saturday for a few days first, and then make up for it later

. I don't know what the broken chapter is, it just happened to be stuck here (innocent)