Chapter 12: Everlasting Regret as Charm Scatters Like Clouds

Chapter 12: Everlasting Regret as Charm Scatters Like Clouds

An unknown length of time passed. Gu Fengchen caught the scent of a fragrant breeze. Simultaneously, something was held to his lips, emanating a strong aroma of medicine.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed, covered by a brocade quilt, his head resting on a soft pillow. It seemed both pillow and quilt had been perfumed, filling the air around him with a delicate fragrance.

A single palace lantern lit the room. In its bright light, he saw a figure seated by the bed. She was using a spoon to scoop a measure of medicinal broth, bringing it to his lips.

It was a young girl whose face looked somewhat familiar. Gu Fengchen recalled briefly and remembered she was the girl holding the umbrella at the bow of Hong Linger’s boat that day. Apparently, she had been ordered to nurse him.

Gu Fengchen did not drink the medicine. He turned his head aside and refused to look at her.

The girl showed no anger, as though she had long known he wouldn’t drink. Instead, she chuckled, “Do you think this is medicine for your injuries? Let me tell you, this is poison. Drink it, and your belly will rot, your bowels will be pierced. It’s sheer agony. If you’re afraid of death and don’t dare drink it, I’ll go pour it out.”

Dizzy and faint, Gu Fengchen didn’t fully grasp her words, but he couldn’t bear the taunt. He struggled to sit up, snatched the medicine bowl, gulped its contents down in one go, and then smashed the bowl onto the floor with a loud crash.

The girl smiled, stood up to collect the broken shards of porcelain, and said to Gu Fengchen with a grin, “My name is Ping’er. Call me if you need anything.” With that, she walked out.

Only then did Gu Fengchen realize he was completely naked. The only thing covering his body was a strip of fresh white cloth recently bandaged around his chest.

He raged, “Where are my clothes?”

Ping’er frowned. “That set of yours? Filthy and disgusting. It was thrown out long ago. Imagine, you still remember them!” Gu Fengchen asked, “Then how can I go outside?” Ping’er pointed to the bedside beside the pillow. “Already prepared for you.”

Indeed, a set of clothes lay neatly folded by the pillow. It included both inner and outer garments, the outer one particularly smooth and supple, obviously made of the finest silk.

Gu Fengchen stated firmly, “I don’t want yours. Since you threw out my clothes, get them back for me.” Ping’er pouted her little mouth. “Look carefully! That cost ten taels of silver! It’s a hundred times nicer than your rags!” Gu Fengchen retorted, “So what if it’s nice? I won’t wear it. Bring me my clothes now.”

Ping’er stood before the door with her hands on her hips, giggling. “I absolutely will not bring them back. What can you do about it?”

Anger surged in Gu Fengchen’s heart. He thought to himself, I’m a grown man. I don’t fear death, so why should I fear being naked? Fueled by this thought, he flung aside the brocade quilt and leapt abruptly out of bed.

Ping’er, who had intended to see him embarrassed, was utterly unprepared for him leaping off the bed completely nude. She, a young girl, faced with a naked man – it was utterly improper! She shrieked in fright, spun around, and covered her eyes tightly with her hands. Through her fingers, she cried out, “You… you have no shame!”

Driven by anger, Gu Fengchen had jumped violently to the floor, but he failed to secure his footing. He collapsed onto the ground, the world spinning before his eyes, stars exploding in his vision. A hot surge welled from his chest – his wound was bleeding again. Clenching his teeth, he stood up, still stark naked, and began walking towards the door.

Ping’er heard him approaching her, and even her ears flushed scarlet. She pressed her hands even more tightly over her eyes.

Gu Fengchen reached the door and discovered he was in a small tower, on its second floor. Several lanterns hung from the eaves. Judging by the sky, dawn was approaching. Below lay a garden filled with blooming flowers, vibrant and riotous with color, their fragrance overwhelming. He descended the stairs step by step. Reaching the garden, he broke off a large banana leaf, wrapped it around his waist, secured it with a spring vine, and strode towards the exit. Just then, a bell rang out from above the tower. Clearly, Ping’er, seeing his dogged determination to leave, had pulled a copper bell to alert those outside.

Gu Fengchen sneered inwardly. He figured since he’d already narrowly escaped death countless times, there was nothing left to fear. His only thought now was to find Hong Linger and fight her to the death. According to her conditions, he hadn’t passed the final trial – surely Lian’er had already been killed. Once he confirmed Lian’er’s death, he would take his own life right then and there to atone to Feng Jue.

The garden exit was a moon gate. The moment Gu Fengchen stepped through the gate, a figure blurred before his eyes. Focusing, he saw who it was: none other than Hong Linger herself.

Truly, enemies always cross paths. Gu Fengchen yelled, “I was just looking for you! Since you’re here, stay still and take this punch!” So saying, he threw a punch. Hong Linger, however, seeing him completely nude save for the banana leaf around his waist, felt a mix of annoyance and amusement. His punch began to waver and tremble before even reaching halfway. She knew his body was unhealed; the blow was feeble and weak.

Hong Linger floated aside effortlessly. “I saved your life, and you repay me by hitting me? Truly, you bite the hand that feeds you.”

Gu Fengchen shot back, “You killed Lian’er, which is the same as killing me! Why should I be grateful!” A flush rose on Hong Linger’s face. “Killing her is the same as killing you? What are your relations? Bound together in life and death?” Gu Fengchen said, “Not exactly. But if she dies, I’ve failed my friend’s dying wish. I can only kill myself to atone.”

Hong Linger sighed softly, “So if she isn’t dead, you wouldn’t need to die?” Gu Fengchen answered, “Naturally. But I didn’t pass your three trials, how could you have spared her?” Hong Linger countered, “Did you think those three trials were meant to stop you from rescuing her?”

Gu Fengchen said, “Naturally. What else would they be for?”

Hong Linger explained, “I told you before, that girl means less than half a penny to me. Why would I go to such elaborate lengths? Actually, those three trials… were all for you.”

Gu Fengchen repeated, puzzled, “For me?”

Hong Linger said, “I’ll explain that later. For now, come with me.”

She tossed a bundle to Gu Fengchen, snapping with irritation, “Put some clothes on! Walking out draped in a leaf, stumbling about like a wild savage – is that very becoming!” Gu Fengchen caught the bundle. “These aren’t mine. I won’t wear them.” Hong Linger urged, “Open it and look.”

Gu Fengchen tore open the bundle. Inside was a set of clothes. Upon closer inspection, yes, they were indeed his, from the undergarments to the outer wear, every piece present. They had been thoroughly washed, dried, perfectly crisp, and even the holes in them had been carefully mended.

Hong Linger turned her back and walked outside the wall, waiting for Gu Fengchen to put on his clothes before calling him to accompany her.

Gu Fengchen walked behind Hong Linger. Just then, the medicine he had drunk started working; he felt his whole body warm, and his strength gradually returned, finally realizing it was a miraculous healing elixir. He held little gratitude in his heart. The Hong Linger before him radiated strange behavior everywhere; ever since their first meeting at the wild shop, this feeling had lingered. Later, she utterly destroyed the Mount Tai Sect, which seemed far too ruthless and cold-blooded, yet recalling the scene on the Fen River boat now, it didn’t appear artificial; when he nearly fell into the water, her caring expression had absolutely been sincere.

What on earth did she want?

Both carried their own thoughts, and neither spoke a word as they walked. Gu Fengchen felt as if he were enveloped in a fragrance; lowering his head to sniff, he realized the aroma came not only from Hong Linger but also from his own clothes. They seemed to have been perfumed.

Gazing at the stitches over the holes in his clothes, Gu Fengchen’s heart stirred. His parents had died very early; soon after he could remember, his master had taken him to the Shaolin Temple. Usually, he mended his own garments, with no one else doing it for him. So he blurted out, “Who sewed my clothes?” Hong Linger turned around: “What’s the matter? Isn’t it done well?” Gu Fengchen said, “Far from good, it’s simply awful.”

Hong Linger was stunned: “What do you mean?”

Gu Fengchen said, “The stitches are uneven, thick and thin, crooked and slanted; such needlework must be done by someone who never held a needle before. If I ever marry, I can’t choose a woman like that; wearing this clothes out would invite ridicule.”

Hong Linger’s face flushed red; she said with annoyance, “At least someone bothered to sew for you, yet you complain! Serves you right to go without clothes, heh. No wonder you’re nearly thirty and still unmarried.”

Gu Fengchen had heard similar remarks often in his village, but always whispered behind his back; no one dared to mock him to his face. Actually, he had no physical issues; it was just that after living at the Shaolin Temple for so long, he only enjoyed training his strength daily, with no interest in affairs between men and women. Since returning to secular life and making a living as a blacksmith, he’d merely added drinking as a pastime. Despite bearing a deep sense of injustice, he endured idle gossip easily and paid it no mind. Yet hearing Hong Linger’s angry words directly this time embarrassed him; he wanted to retort but had no counterarguments, just mumbling “Mhm” a few times without finally speaking.

Hong Linger had expected him to argue loudly, but instead, silence fell; she glanced back to see him lowering his head and silent, a particularly gloomy mood about him. She said, “What? Did I hit your sore spot?”

Gu Fengchen replied, “Not at all! What the lady says is true. Seems I’ll never get a wife in this lifetime. Serves me right to stay alone forever.”

Hong Linger tittered with a smile: “If you can’t get a wife, don’t blame my harsh words.”

Gu Fengchen smiled faintly: “It’s my destiny; I could never hold it against you.” Hong Linger rolled her eyes and said, “That girl isn’t bad-looking; you risked your life to save her this time, so she has nothing to repay. Maybe in a few more years, she’ll offer herself to you.”

Gu Fengchen was stunned—this hadn’t crossed his mind. So he said offhandedly, “A true man saving victims of injustice is his duty; he seeks no reward!” Hong Linger pressed, “What if she insists on repaying you?” Gu Fengchen answered, “A beauty’s favor is the hardest to bear. If that happens, Gu Fengchen will simply leave and never see her again.”

Hong Linger turned around with a radiant smile, as if hearing the world’s sweetest words.

Gu Fengchen asked, “What’s so funny?” Hong Linger said, “You readily accept tasks but refuse to let others repay favors, true?” Gu Fengchen retorted, “So what if it is? What’s it to you?” Hong Linger replied, “It is to me. Don’t forget—you didn’t complete the final challenge, so whether I kill that girl or spare her rests solely with my pleasure.” Gu Fengchen agreed, “True. What do you plan?”

Hong Linger said, “I’m also entrusting you with a task. Will you agree?”

Gu Fengchen asked, “What task?” Hong Linger said, “Ask not what it is yet; if I tell you and you refuse, it’s hopeless.” Gu Fengchen stated, “If I refuse, you’ll kill Lian’er, won’t you?”

Hong Linger said, “That remains unknown.” Gu Fengchen countered, “The task you wish—is it killing? Saving one by murdering another is something I won’t do.”

Hong Linger responded, “No need for you to kill; I have plenty of experts ready.”

Gu Fengchen questioned, “If not killing, then what is it?”

Hong Linger declared, “It’s naturally something extremely difficult to achieve. Agree to it, and I’ll free Lian’er at once.” Gu Fengchen sneered, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll break my word?” Hong Linger admitted, “Of course I fear that, but I’m betting you won’t break it.”

Gu Fengchen inquired, “Why not?”

Hong Linger answered, “No special reason. If this is a gamble, I’m wagering on my judgment.”

With that, she halted and tilted her head to look at Gu Fengchen, awaiting his reply. Gu Fengchen knew well that Hong Linger was cunning; the task she proposed was likely bizarre and hard to discuss. But seeing her expression, if he refused, he undoubtedly couldn’t save Lian’er.

Gu Fengchen lifted his head to gaze at the sky, filled with sparkling stars that shimmered and seemed oddly familiar; the constellations resembled Lian’er’s large, watery eyes perfectly.

Hong Linger also looked tense, her eyes unblinking as they fixed on him.

After a long pause, Gu Fengchen finally said, “Take me to see Lian’er.” Hong Linger was overjoyed: “You agreed…”

Gu Fengchen added, “But if what you ask is wicked or cruel, I will certainly break my word—I state that upfront.”

Hong Linger nodded: “Fine, I’ll take you to see her now.”

Saying this, they arrived before a large flowerpot by the corridor, containing a huge century plant. Hong Linger gripped the pot and twisted it forcefully; a grating sound rang out repeatedly, and a hole abruptly opened in the opposite wall.

The two stepped inside, where a secret tunnel stretched ahead. After walking over ten paces, they pushed open a door to reveal a room. Inside, a lamp burned, casting a figure’s shadow on the window.

Looking at the shadow, it clearly belonged to a girl. Gu Fengchen rushed forward several steps and pushed open the door. Peering inside, he saw someone bowing their head and quietly sobbing. It was indeed Lian’er.

Lian’er lifted her head and saw Gu Fengchen. She started with shock, thinking she was hallucinating. Rubbing her eyes and looking closely, she finally cried out with joy and threw herself towards him.

Gu Fengchen pulled her under the lamp and examined her carefully. He found that besides tear streaks covering her face, she had changed little. Hong Linger sneered from the side, “Relax, we haven’t starved her thin.” Seeing Hong Linger, Lian’er shrank back, obviously terrified of her.

After watching for a long moment, Gu Fengchen took Lian’er’s hand and cupped his fist towards Hong Linger. “Thank you for your care. We take our leave now.” Hong Linger asked, “Where are you going?” Gu Fengchen replied, “I promised a friend I would escort Lian’er to Gansu.”

Hong Linger said, “But you also promised me you would do one thing for me.”

Gu Fengchen answered, “Matters have an order. After I finish this task, I will come to meet you again, Madam.” Hong Linger gave a cold laugh, “Gansu is thousands of li from here. Who knows how many years or months it will take you just to get her there?” Gu Fengchen also grew angry, “So you mean to say you won’t let me leave? If you force Lian’er to travel alone, how is that any different from killing her!”

Hong Linger laughed, “So it turns out you’re worried about her safety!” Gu Fengchen stated, “The Jianghu (Martial World) is treacherous, and Lian’er is young. Of course I worry.” Hong Linger said, “Actually, it’s unnecessary. I advise you to stay on the mountain for a few days. Someone will come for her.”

Gu Fengchen scoffed, “Do you take me for an idiot? Who would come for her?”

Hong Linger retorted, “You’d better believe me. Besides, your injuries haven’t fully healed. Resting for a few days would be good for you.” Hearing Gu Fengchen was injured, Lian’er gasped, “Brother! Where are you hurt?” Gu Fengchen said, “Just some minor superficial wounds. Nothing serious.”

Lian’er ventured, “Then… maybe we should stay a few days? Maybe someone really will come for me.”

Gu Fengchen asked, “You believe her nonsense?”

Lian’er glanced at Hong Linger and lowered her voice further, “After this sister rescued me, she sent an elder auntie to invite my mother. She knew my mother’s name. And that auntie? She was closest to my mother, said she could definitely get her to come.”

Gu Fengchen’s heart skipped a beat. He asked sharply, “You told them your mother’s whereabouts?”

Lian’er nodded, “Yes. How could they invite her if I didn’t?”

Gu Fengchen secretly groaned in dismay. Hong Linger had said Lian’er was her enemy’s daughter. Lian’er’s father died long ago, so this enemy could only be Lian’er’s mother. She had coaxed Lian’er into revealing her mother’s residence. Without a doubt, she had probably dispatched formidable people for revenge to kill her. What might arrive on the mountain could very well be Lian’er’s mother’s head.

Considering the danger, Gu Fengchen’s expression abruptly changed. He fixed a stare on Hong Linger.

Hong Linger seemed to read his thoughts and gave a slight, cold smile. “Don’t wildly speculate. I won’t kill her mother. There are some things I still need to ask clearly.”

Gu Fengchen stared at her for a long moment, seeing not the slightest flicker of emotion. He could only sigh, “I hope it is as you say.” Hong Linger said, “Come on. I’ll arrange other quarters for you siblings, lest I be called a poor hostess.”

Thus, Gu Fengchen and Lian’er moved back into the small tower. Seeing Gu Fengchen return, Ping’er unconsciously blushed, not daring to look at him. Gu Fengchen, with a clear conscience, entered confidently without any awkwardness.

Utterly exhausted and seriously injured, Gu Fengchen slept straight through until dawn. Opening his eyes, he saw breakfast already laid on the table: eggs and millet porridge, all nourishing fare for recovery. Gu Fengchen sneered internally, thinking he wasn’t a woman recovering from childbirth, so why the special diet? Still, he silently appreciated Hong Linger’s thoughtfulness.

Lian’er had a separate small bed and was still asleep. Fearing to wake her, Gu Fengchen picked up a bowl of porridge, buried an egg inside it, and slowly walked outside to eat.

Stepping out the door, he felt refreshed and clear-headed. The air outside the tower was fresh and invigorating, infused with a sweet fragrance everywhere. It was truly a dwelling fit for immortals.

After a few sips, Gu Fengchen suddenly heard whistling wind sounds from a distance. It sounded like someone brandishing a weapon, but without the clang of conflict. Likely someone practicing martial arts. Already feeling stifled indoors, Gu Fengchen took his porridge bowl and walked towards the source of the wind noise.

Rounding a thicket and some flower beds, he came upon a small, flat clearing. The ground wasn’t paved with stones but was compacted hard and smooth, completely barren of grass. Someone was currently practicing with a spear, and the back view revealed it was Hong Linger.

To avoid the appearance of spying, Gu Fengchen stepped a few paces closer, sipping his porridge while observing. He saw blooming spear flowers amidst the whoosh of wind – an exceptionally formidable display.

Most spear techniques handed down in the world originated from ancient times. They were divided into the Yang Family Spear, Yue Family Spear Technique, Hu Family Spear, and Ma Family Spear. Their founders were mostly famed generals of antiquity. Yet the powerful techniques these illustrious generals employed were designed for mounted combat, relying on the horse for maximum effectiveness. While the spear techniques themselves were profound, the footwork was often underdeveloped. Gu Fengchen once saw Duan Wenbo wield a spear at a roadside inn; within three moves, the Yang Guan Thief had disarmed him. This was partly due to Duan Wenbo’s lack of skill, but also because these spear techniques themselves had inherent weaknesses.

In truth, the spear arts created by ancient generals were primarily for breaking enemy formations, incomparable to typical Jianghu martial arts. If surrounded and outnumbered, Jianghu techniques would be far less effective than a general’s spear technique.

Naturally, Gu Fengchen couldn’t grasp this nuance at the moment. Merely watching Hong Linger handle her spear sent a chill silently creeping up from deep within him.

This spear technique could be called divine.

From ancient times to the present, the Jianghu has never lacked spearmen. Books on weapons say the staff is the ancestor of all weapons; the spear is king of all weapons. Armies always equipped troops with spears. In battle, its power exceeded swords. Yet within the Jianghu, while sword masters were many, spear masters were exceedingly rare. The main reason was its immense difficulty to master and lack of versatility.

A person training with the saber might master it in five years. Training with the sword might take ten years to master. But training with the spear? Twenty years were essential.

Saber and sword techniques can injure enemies through slashing, hacking, thrusting, or slicing. The spear has only the thrust. Alternatively, it can be swept like a staff. This makes it difficult to master. An opponent need only guard against the spear tip preventing it from piercing them.

Yet the spear technique that Hong Linger practiced before his eyes was completely unfamiliar to Gu Fengchen.

The spear she wielded was the same one he’d seen that night on Mount Taiyue—a full twelve chi long. Such a lengthy spear was termed a “Long Spear,” and precisely because of its size, it proved incredibly difficult to master. While it could strike enemies from over a zhang away, if an opponent closed the distance, it became a cumbersome liability, worse than having no weapon at all. Yet the spear technique employed by Hong Linger not only allowed her to attack at range but, defensively, was no less adept than a dagger in close quarters. Naturally, the spearpoint could wound, but the butt cap (spear zuan) and even the shaft itself became weapons for offense and defense. The entire spear moved like an agile double-headed snake, seamless in both attack and defense, nearly flawless.

Naturally, he didn’t know that this very spear technique had once defeated the leaders of the Four Great Clans. Moreover, Hong Linger’s mastery of it only reached about sixty percent of Ling Yufeng’s might. Yet even sixty percent was sufficient to handle a Shaolin master like Guangdu.

Finishing her routine, Hong Linger drew back and stood poised, not the least bit winded. She turned her head to look at Gu Fengchen, still holding the porridge bowl, its contents long gone cold.

Seeing her finish, Gu Fengchen praised, “Skilled spearwork.”

“You understand spear techniques?” Hong Linger asked. Gu Fengchen replied, “Shaolin Temple doesn’t transmit spear arts, only staff techniques. Seeing your skill, Miss, it far surpasses Shaolin staff techniques, hence my praise.” Hong Linger stated, “Shaolin’s strength lies in a solid foundation, firm stances, and profound internal power. As for their actual moves? Nothing particularly extraordinary.” Gu Fengchen nodded in agreement.

Hong Linger retracted the spear, holding its three sections effortlessly in one hand. This “Lover’s Spear” weighed over twenty jin, yet she carried it lightly as if it were made of paper, demonstrating truly remarkable wrist and arm strength. Although not a spear practitioner himself, Gu Fengchen understood that spear arts demanded immense upper body strength. Without it, one couldn’t even flick the spear tip effectively, let alone handle pitched combat. Thus, building muscle power was the first requirement for anyone learning the spear.

Walking side-by-side towards the small tower, Hong Linger inquired about his injuries. Gu Fengchen said, “Some improvement. It’s stopped bleeding.” Hong Linger reassured him, “The Red Lotus Sect’s holy medicine is extremely potent. Within three days, it should knit flesh and heal the wound. Within ten days, you should be completely recovered. Shende has already told me how you were injured. Even he speaks highly of you, saying you possess both deep loyalty and cunning tactics – truly rare.”

Gu Fengchen demurred, “Clever tactics born of desperation, that’s all. If I were truly clever, how did I end up utterly powerless, lost in confusion the moment I confronted you?”

Hearing this, Hong Linger smiled, “Perhaps… I am the nemesis in your destiny.”

Gu Fengchen halted, his expression turning serious. “I must ask you a question, and I need an honest answer.”

“Ask,” said Hong Linger.

“How did Lian’er’s mother offend you?”

Hong Linger’s demeanor cooled slightly. “Her offense wasn’t just against me. She nearly destroyed the entire Red Lotus Sect. Though it happened over a decade ago, this grievance is something the Red Lotus Sect will never forget.”

Gu Fengchen pressed, “So, in the end, you won’t spare her.”

“Does it pain you?” Hong Linger’s voice grew frosty.

“Your feud is between you. It does not involve me,” Gu Fengchen stated. “I ache only for Lian’er. She might be left utterly alone in this world.”

Hong Linger’s reply was blunt but sincere, devoid of overt threat, simply advising, “Once mother and daughter are reunited, your task ends. What follows next, don’t interfere. Bluntly, you cannot interfere.”

Though harsh, her tone was earnest, truly advising him to step back. Gu Fengchen understood, but concern for Lian’er compelled him to ask, “Will you kill them both?”

“I shan’t kill the girl; she bears no blame,” Hong Linger stated firmly. “The Red Lotus Sect is no unprincipled, murderous gang. We do not kill without reason.”

“Then what do you intend for her?”

“Since I won’t kill her, naturally I’ll release her. Did you think I’d raise her for life?”

Reaching this point, Gu Fengchen found it hard to press further; after all, he was an outsider.

Just as they stepped from the flower beds onto the flagstone path, Ping’er appeared before them, handing Hong Linger a small note. Hong Linger scanned it, a flicker of surprise crossing her face.

“What is it?” Gu Fengchen asked.

“Swift indeed,” Hong Linger murmured. “Our steps had barely touched Mount Huang, and behind us, they arrive. Come, let us see…”

The implication clearly included him, not marking him as an outsider.

Gu Fengchen glanced towards the small tower. “And Lian’er?”

“Attended,” Hong Linger replied tersely. “Afraid she’ll starve?” Gu Fengchen clarified, “I meant, aren’t the visitors her mother?”

Hong Linger shook her head. “Naturally not. So much concern… are you afraid I killed her already?”

Gu Fengchen met her gaze directly. “I’m afraid she’s already killed.”

Leaving the garden, they walked several dozen paces and arrived behind the three grand halls. The area before the Main Hall was transformed from when Gu Fengchen had ascended the mountain. Red carpets covered the ground, guards stood stationed around, their eyes sharp and figures lithe—undoubtedly, each one a martial master, the elite among hundreds.

They entered the Main Hall through a rear door. Several individuals were already seated in two rows of chairs, including Zhou Cuo, Shende, and a beautiful woman dressed in green—Tie Furong. Seeing Hong Linger enter, all rose and greeted her respectfully with clasped fists. Tie Furong glanced at Gu Fengchen, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Hong Linger swept past them and settled languidly into the large central chair, waving dismissively. “Sit. I hear the Marquis of Phantom Shadow has returned? Is he already on the mountain?”

Hearing “Marquis of Phantom Shadow,” Gu Fengchen knew it referred to Xue Wuhen. He hadn’t seen him at the village inn that day; likely the Red Lotus Sect disciples operated in separate groups, with Xue traveling alone.

Xue Wuhen wasn’t among those seated. Yet, the moment Hong Linger’s words settled, a voice answered from outside the hall: “Respects to the Cult Leader.”

Like a specter, a streak of white flashed into the hall—Xue Wuhen moving with terrifying speed.

He materialized instantly, planting himself like an iron nail, embodying the saying: moves like the wind, stands like a pine. Between motion and stillness, he flowed effortlessly.

Clasping his fist before his chest in salute to Hong Linger, Xue Wuhen’s gaze then swept across the room, lingering on Gu Fengchen with a hint of surprise.

But it was Gu Fengchen who was utterly astounded. He knew Hong Linger was significant within the Red Lotus Sect, but to discover she was the Cult Leader! The Red Lotus Sect was immensely notorious in the Jianghu (Martial World), a name that inspired dread in both righteous and unorthodox factions. Historically, generations of Cult Leaders had been men. Never before had someone so young, a woman no less, held that position.

Hong Linger noticed the shock in Gu Fengchen’s eyes. She gave him a deliberately enchanting smile before turning her attention back to Xue Wuhen. “Marquis of Phantom Shadow, your efforts this time were arduous. Please take a seat.”

“Gratitude, Cult Leader,” Xue Wuhen responded, sitting but keeping his eyes fixed on Gu Fengchen. “Cult Leader, this man…”

“He is my guest,” Hong Linger stated coolly.

Only then did Xue Wuhen relax slightly. “The young friend possesses a commendable depth of loyalty. Xue, too, respects him. His ascent to our mountain is auspicious.”

Gu Fengchen interjected, “Lower one is profoundly grateful for Master Xue’s rescue. As for being a guest of the Red Lotus Sect… that remains undecided.”

His words caused a ripple of shock through the assembly. All eyes snapped to Hong Linger, filled with confusion. Hong Linger herself was immediately displeased. Before her subordinates, she could not show weakness, for it would gravely damage the Sect’s fearsome reputation. A cold smile curled her lips. “Naturally. The Red Lotus Sect enjoys an ill reputation in the Jianghu. How could we presume to host a great hero like ‘Hero Gu’? ‘Hero Gu’ scorns even the Shaolin Temple, let alone our humble sect.”

Gu Fengchen had no desire to banter with her. He merely offered a faint smile. “This lowly person is an outsider. It’s inconvenient for me to stay and eavesdrop on your assembly. I’ll take my leave.” Without waiting for Hong Linger’s reply, he proudly walked out of the hall.

Hong Linger was extremely annoyed inside, but she refrained from speaking further. Instead, she asked Xue Wuhen, “Was the letter delivered?” Xue Wuhen replied, “It was delivered. Everything proceeded according to the Cult Leader’s wishes. The entire Jianghu now knows that our Red Lotus Sect has reemerged and will reclaim Mount Huang. The Four Great Clans have received the invitation. Everyone is watching to see how they will respond. On my journey back, almost every person I encountered was discussing this matter.”

Hong Linger asked, “What are they saying?”

Xue Wuhen said, “Most are saying our Red Lotus Sect harbours sinister intentions. They believe we aim to lure the Four Great Clans to the summit and have them killed to wash away past humiliation. But the Four Great Clans are no fools. This gathering at Bright Summit will likely be a grand spectacle for the Jianghu.”

Tie Furong interjected, “I heard other rumors too. Some say since the passing of our previous Cult Leader, our sect has been severely weakened. They claim our return to the Central Plains is actually a plea for peace with the Four Great Clans—otherwise, why would the first invitation be sent to Jianxian Manor?”

Hong Linger said, “What those people think is unimportant. What are the Four Great Clans planning?” She looked at Xue Wuhen as she asked this. Xue Wuhen answered, “After I left Jianxian Manor, I discreetly gathered information. After Zhuge Xianyun’s birthday celebration, most guests departed, leaving only Du Qianlong and his wife, Wan Chongshan, and Nangong Yue. They gathered daily in secret consultation. Three days later, they also took their leave. They must have settled on a strategy. I intended to track them covertly, but felt that Twin Dragon Fort in Liaodong and the Golden Eagle Gate of Longxi were too distant. Since the Nangong Family’s journey back coincided with the route to Mount Huang, I raced day and night to Dongting Lake.”

“My pace was quicker than Nangong Yue’s. Before he even boarded his boat, I had already reached Jun Hill. The Nangong Family’s ancestral stronghold is on Jun Hill, called Spirit Elegance Palace—not a bad name. That the Nangong Family ranks among the Four Great Clans indicates they are far from ordinary. When I infiltrated Spirit Elegance Palace at night, I was nearly discovered by the guards. I pressed flat against the roof of a pavilion, narrowly avoiding them. Blast it! If it weren’t for needing to gather intelligence, I’d have slaughtered a hundred lackeys.”

Hong Linger said, “Be brief. What did you learn?”

Xue Wuhen said, “The very next day, as soon as Nangong Yue arrived home, he immediately went to a small tower behind Spirit Elegance Palace. There were too many eyes and ears around the tower, so I dared not get close and naturally couldn’t hear those inside. However, Nangong Yue emerged shortly afterward, looking supremely confident. I remained hidden. Finally, that evening, a woman exited the tower. She left Jun Hill, crossed Dongting Lake by boat, and headed straight for our Mount Huang.”

Hong Linger sneered. “It seems the Four Great Clans did indeed decide to send a scout first to test our strength before deciding whether to strike or defend.” Zhou Cuo declared, “If they attack again, I will demand a decisive contest with those rebels!”

Tie Furong, unfazed, asked Xue Wuhen, “Marquis of Phantom Shadow, did you get a clear look at the woman’s face?” Xue Wuhen spat. “Strangely enough, that woman seemed to know she was being followed. She kept her face veiled under black gauze the whole time. It infuriated me! I thought I’d follow you all the way and see if you ever show your face. If you truly managed to hold out, this grandpa would just capture you. Then I reconsidered — seizing her would surely startle them, and the Four Great Clans would likely send another scout. Better to continue following her first for now.”

Hong Linger nodded. “Marquis of Phantom Shadow is indeed astute. Turning the enemy’s own plot against him suits my purpose perfectly.”

Xue Wuhen looked defeated. “Don’t cheer yet, Cult Leader. Xue has roamed the Jianghu for decades, only to end up outsmarted by this lass.”

Hong Linger frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

Xue Wuhen explained, “I’d just followed her out of Dongting Lake when, not far along, she stopped at an inn. I waited outside. To my shock, an hour later, four women walked out, identically dressed, as if using a splitting-body technique! Each mounted a horse and took a different road. I was dumbstruck. I didn’t know which one to follow!”

Tie Furong furrowed her brow. “What a devious woman! With Lord Xue’s tracking skills, she couldn’t possibly have detected him, yet still she was this cautious. Having such figures among the Four Great Clans means we must be extremely wary.”

Xue Wuhen sighed. “Left helplessly outnumbered, I followed the one taking the nearest path. As fate would have it, it was the wrong one. After two days, the woman turned back. I seized her for questioning. She confessed someone had paid her to do this. She was told to wear the provided clothes and travel west for two days to earn fifty taels of silver. Seeing she possessed no martial skills and seemed to be telling the truth, I released her and rushed back to Mount Huang day and night.”

Hong Linger said, “Judging by the travel time, that scout must have already reached Mount Huang. Proceed as planned. Let the rumor spread.”

Zhou Cuo stood up and clasped his fists. “Understood.”

Hong Linger asked, “Is there anything else?” Xue Wuhen added, “There is one more thing. It concerns that friend, Gu Fengchen. He met with the Earthly King, Qin Tangguan. This happened before I reached Jianxian Manor. One day while crossing a river, I suddenly spotted him floating downstream—his clothes unmistakably belonged to the Earthly King. He was unconscious, so interrogation was impossible. I bought a carriage, hid him within, partly for safekeeping, partly to confound the Four Great Clans. Unexpectedly, that Long Xielan, though a woman, proved exceptionally cunning. She secretly destroyed the carriage and shot Gu Fengchen with three poisoned needles. Yet, astonishingly, Gu Fengchen survived.”

Zhou Cuo added, “Surviving is merely the least of it! By your timeline, in just one short month, his internal energy improved by leaps and bounds, to the point where even I am no match for him now!”

Xue Wuhen exclaimed in surprise, “Is that truly so?”

Shende Taoist chimed in, “Not only is his internal energy formidable, but his cunning and courage also far surpass the ordinary. I observed his method of channeling energy. It strikingly resembles our sect’s techniques.”

Tie Furong said, “Our sect’s techniques? You mean to say, he has mastered…”

Hong Linger cut her off: “The Heaven-Defying Divine Art!”

Xue Wuhen frowned. “Cult Leader, are you certain?” Hong Linger replied, “I first saw him within Mount Taiyue. That day, after exterminating the Mount Tai Sect, for some reason this man appeared. As we were engaged, Shaolin’s Guangdu showed up. I fought him a few bouts. Just when I had revealed an opening to finish off the old monk, that good-hearted Gu Fengchen actually risked his life to rescue me! My spear technique miscarried and struck his shoulder instead. This saved the monk’s life. Then another man appeared and snatched Gu Fengchen away. To me, that silhouette resembled that of Qin Tangguan. I subsequently kept watch for him. Sure enough, two days later, I discovered him on a boat on Fen River. He once let out a long whistle—a profound, heaven-piercing sound. Naturally, I recognized it: it’s precisely the kind of whistle produced only after someone practices the Heaven-Defying Divine Art. Which means, in just two short days, he mastered a divine kung fu that others couldn’t achieve in twenty years. At that moment, I wondered: Could this be fate’s design? Did heaven create this man to help our Red Lotus Sacred Sect reclaim the Jianghu? That’s why I devised the plan to bring him up the mountain, to question him clearly.”

Xue Wuhen said, “Presumably, the Heaven-Defying Manual is in his possession?”

Hong Linger said, “Qin Tangguan has long been away from the sect, but I don’t believe he would ever hand the Heaven-Defying Manual to an outsider. Moreover, I’ve already investigated; it’s not on Gu Fengchen’s person.”

Tie Furong nodded. “If such a precious treasure truly were in Gu Fengchen’s hands, he would certainly carry it personally and not entrust it to another.” Hong Linger confirmed, “Besides, from what I know, he has no family or close friends in the Jianghu. There’s no one he could entrust it to.”

Xue Wuhen mused, “Then it seems the Heaven-Defying Manual must still be with the Earthly King. But his movements are unpredictable; getting it back will be difficult.” Hong Linger declared, “Retrieving the manual is my concern. Your tasks are to prepare for the grand event. Apply yourselves rigorously.”

The group clasped their fists in unison. “Rest assured, Cult Lea…”

Just then, a sudden commotion erupted outside the hall. Bang! Bang! Blows were exchanged. A long, frightened shriek followed, plunging the scene into chaos.

Hong Linger frowned.

Tie Furong said, “I’ll go take a look.”

Zhou Cuo, always eager for a fight, followed her out, while Xue Wuhen and Shende Taoist remained motionless, continuing to discuss the previous matter with Hong Linger.

Tie Furong and Zhou Cuo reached the outside of the hall and saw guards encircling three fighters, seemingly wary of them, shouting from the periphery but not daring to advance. Three or four fallen guards lay within the circle, their faces pitch-black from severe poisoning.

The two approached, waved the guards back, and then looked towards the circle.

Inside the circle, three people were locked in fierce combat. One was Gu Fengchen; the other two were an old man, white-haired yet rosy-cheeked, and an old woman with long black hair but weathered features. They were the Red Yang Immortal and White Yin Immortal.

The Yin-Yang Twin Immortals, faces flushed with rage, launched relentless attacks. Gu Fengchen, however, handled them with ease, each casual palm strike sending the pair stumbling back two paces. Anyone else, knowing their opponent’s internal energy far surpassed their own, would have recognized the danger and retreated long ago. But the Twin Immortals were stubborn by nature, tenacious as haunting ghosts. Even knowing they couldn’t win, a stifling, unbearable anger drove them to keep attacking recklessly, risking their lives.

Gu Fengchen had harbored deep hatred for these two demons earlier. They had seemingly materialized out of nowhere. Guards at the hall entrance intercepted them; the twins swiftly knocked two down. As the remaining guards surged forward, the pair suddenly spewed clouds of black smoke from their sleeves, instantly poisoning several.

Advancing again, the Twin Immortals ran straight into Gu Fengchen. Both startled, they exclaimed in unison, “You’re not dead?”

Gu Fengchen chuckled. “Seems not.”

White Yin Immortal demanded, “Why not?”

Gu Fengchen replied, “Don’t ask me, I don’t know.”

Their minds working as one, the Twin Immortals suddenly pounced forward, gripping Gu Fengchen’s shoulders. “Well played,” the Red Yang Immortal hissed viciously. “Pretending to help us find our enemy, while secretly calling in powerful allies! Not only did they snatch that girl, but they also burned our Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers!”

Held by them, Gu Fengchen remained unafraid. He laughed heartily. “You say I called in powerful allies? Did you see it with your own eyes, or is it just hearsay? If it’s hearsay, and you believe it, you’re just following the crowd—no independent thought whatsoever! If you saw it yourself, state it clearly! What promises did I make? What rewards did I offer? Or how much silver did I pay? Lay it all out, point by point! Otherwise, it’s baseless slander, and by law, you deserve forty strikes with the board right here! Go on, say it! Tell me!”

Gu Fengchen’s rapid fire flustered the Twin Immortals. Acknowledging it was hearsay meant admitting they lacked independent judgment. Yet they hadn’t witnessed anything firsthand. So they blustered, “We experienced it ourselves! Can that be false? Barely a day or two after you left, two formidable masters arrived in the valley! Who else but you could have arranged it?”

Gu Fengchen countered, “Then why are you here now?”

Red Yang Immortal retorted, “We naturally chased them here! Did they kidnap us? Hmph! Is there anyone in this Jianghu who could ever subdue the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals?”

Gu Fengchen possessed an open heart. Despite the immense suffering he had endured at the twins’ hands, as the pain faded and time passed, he held no grudge. He silently reasoned that Lian’er was rescued by Hong Linger’s subordinates. The twins could chase that lead; it was none of his concern. Though if they dared try capturing Lian’er again… Gu Fengchen would not stand for it.

Thinking this, he said, “You two go about your business. Gu will wander over there to clear my head and enjoy the scenery.”

He made to leave, but White Yin Immortal’s hand shot out and clamped his pulse gate. “Think you’re leaving? Lead us to that girl immediately!”

Gu Fengchen replied, “That girl was rescued by the Red Lotus Sect. Nothing to do with me. Why not seek them out? They’re inside the hall right now.”

White Yin Immortal insisted, “I’ll choose who to ask. You must know where she is. Take us there now, or I’ll make you suffer once more!”

Her words rekindled Gu Fengchen’s anger. I was willing to let go, he thought darkly, but you still insist on bullying with your strength. Seems I have no choice but to make you taste some bitterness. With this thought, he channeled his energy. A surge of pure yang internal energy blasted forth, forcing White Yin Immortal’s fingers off his wrist. His voice grew low and threatening, “If you press any further, I won’t be polite.”

Struck by his power, White Yin Immortal felt her fingers ache painfully. “Ah! So the boy was playing dumb all along!” she cried out. “Fine skills you’ve got there…!” Of course, they knew nothing of Gu Fengchen’s recent trials. Undeterred, they launched a fierce assault.

Gu Fengchen effortlessly blocked the Twin Immortals’ coordinated attacks. He had no wish to kill or wound them, only to deter them from harassing him. Yet their relentless offensive started to grate on him. Glancing at the poisoned men lying on the ground, he saw their faces were turning even blacker. Moments longer, and they would die. Although he was a disgraced disciple cast out by Shaolin, his innate compassion remained untouched. If this tussle drags on, these men won’t get help in time, he thought. They’ll die here. I can’t stand by and watch them perish!

At this thought, he suddenly expelled a breath and channeled seventy percent of his power into his palms. With mighty hu hu strokes, he unleashed several powerful blows that stifled the Twin Immortals. Then, his hands twisted in an instant, executing Shaolin’s technique, the “Small Mount Sumeru Hand,” which clamped onto their shoulders simultaneously. “Stop fighting now!” he commanded. “Or I’ll shatter your shoulder bones completely!”

The Twin Immortals hadn’t anticipated such profound internal power. Throughout the fight, they had been activating the toxins hidden in their sleeves, trying to poison Gu Fengchen. Yet their own internal energy was so thoroughly suppressed by their opponent that not a wisp of poison could escape. Fortunately, their lifelong immersion in poisons ensured the toxins didn’t rebound onto them; otherwise, they would have already ended up like the unfortunate souls lying lifeless on the ground.

Now held at the shoulders, they felt tremendous force bearing down on them, almost enough to make their legs buckle. They knew Gu Fengchen wasn’t bluffing; shattering their collarbones would be easier than crushing an eggshell to him. Unable to help themselves, they exchanged a glance, heaved a long sigh, and ceased all resistance.

“Give me the antidote,” Gu Fengchen demanded.

Red Yang Immortal shrugged. “You’re not poisoned. Why would we carry an antidote for you?”

Gu Fengchen clarified, “Not for me. For these men lying poisoned.”

“For them?” Red Yang Immortal scoffed. “That’s hardly difficult!” With a flip of his hand, several gleaming silver needles shot out, precisely embedding themselves into the Qihai acupoints of each poisoned man.

Gu Fengchen started. “I asked you to remove the poison! Why…?”

Red Yang Immortal smirked triumphantly. “I am removing it! Did you think I was performing acupuncture to ward off their chills?”

Indeed, as the silver needles pierced the skin, they slowly began turning black, while the poisoned men’s complexions steadily returned to normal. After barely the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, the needles became completely jet-black. White Yin Immortal stepped forward and plucked them out. The men opened their eyes, flipped upright, appearing as if they had never been poisoned.

Witnessing this, Gu Fengchen felt genuine admiration. Though long trained at Shaolin and accustomed to shunning poisons himself, he had heard his master speak of the ways toxins worked in the Jianghu: Poison strikes like a collapsing mountain; relief creeps like spinning silk. As a rule, poisoners find applying poison easy, crafting potent poisons difficult, and developing antidotes even more so. Even with the antidote, a victim needed days of rest to fully recover. Yet the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals made poison arrive like a mountain avalanche and depart like a surging river. In the blink of an eye, the men were restored. They were indeed masters of their poisonous craft.

With the fighting ceased, Gu Fengchen retreated to the side. Zhou Cuo and Tie Furong stepped forward.

“What reason brings you up the mountain only to attack and wound our sect members?” Tie Furong inquired coldly.

White Yin Immortal snapped, “We seek a girl! We know she was hidden here by your people! Hand her over quickly if you know what’s good for you! Spare us from unleashing the wrath of the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals upon your Mount Huang… lest we turn it ink-black!”

The threat possessed a strange novelty.

Tie Furong chuckled humorlessly. “So the two of you are immortals descended from Heaven? Possessing such magnificent divine powers?”

Red Yang Immortal seemed oblivious to the sarcasm swelling with pride. “Heavenly immortals? Well, not just yet, but we’ll certainly join the immortal ranks eventually!”

White Yin Immortal snorted coldly. “Foolish prattle! Tell them to surrender the girl first!”

Red Yang Immortal responded, “How is it foolish? We call ourselves the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals. After we ascend, we’ll definitely be in the immortal bureaucracy! Telling them beforehand is no harm!”

The two had long resisted each other using poisons and competed for a lifetime. Over time, this constant vying for superiority made them unable to tolerate the other gaining any advantage. Even their words were sharp and unyielding.

Zhou Cuo gave a cold snort. “You two march up the peak with absolutely no manners, treating my Red Lotus Sect as though we’re invisible. Such reckless disregard for your own limitations! Taste my fist!” Having overheard their conversation, he could no longer restrain his temper. In his mind, it didn’t matter who came up first; knocking them down was the priority. The Red Lotus Sect was no place for anyone to cause trouble wantonly.

Fearing Tie Furong might interfere, he wasted no words. As soon as he spoke, he charged straight at Red Yang Immortal, throwing a punch. Seeing White Yin Immortal was a woman, he chose to be crude with Red Yang Immortal instead.

Caught off guard while still reveling in their perceived victory, the punch arrived before Red Yang Immortal could react. Looking up, he saw an oversized fist closing in, the gust it created hurting his skin. The sheer power behind it was immense. He didn’t dare be careless and instantly retracted his neck, arched his body, and dodged.

What he didn’t anticipate was that Zhou Cuo was never one to stop pressing an advantage once gained. Scoring the first hit led seamlessly into the next blow. Pressured relentlessly by the force of Zhou Cuo’s fists, Red Yang Immortal was forced back over a dozen steps, unable even to catch his breath. Far from mounting a counterattack, merely defending against this barrage of rapid fists left him struggling tremendously. He wanted to call White Yin Immortal to his aid, but the moment he opened his mouth, a powerful fist would rush at him with a whoosh, forcing him back into frantic evasion and parrying. The plea in his throat died there.

Even if he could shout, White Yin Immortal couldn’t help anyway. Over on her side, Tie Furong had already exchanged dozens of moves with her. Their combat was deadly – both unleashing attacks without any defense, each desperate to strike the fatal blow in a single move. Neither retreated; they maneuvered like swift foxes, dodging the opponent’s strikes instantly and retaliating instantly with vicious counter-blows.

Thus, the four fought in two pairs: one side, fists booming, immense power behind every strike; the other, speed against speed, movements like lightning.

After another few fierce exchanges, several sharp shouts and grunts echoed, followed by a resounding thud – two figures among the four had fallen.

Gu Fengchen watched clearly. Zhou Cuo’s fists were fierce and relentless, and through a barrage of such attacks, he had driven Red Yang Immortal to the edge of a stone stairway. Being forced onto the back foot from the first exchange, Red Yang Immortal had found himself completely unable to regain the upper hand. It was like playing chess against a vastly superior opponent – forced to react, move by move, utterly incapable of launching an attack himself. Just then, his foot landed awkwardly, stepping down onto a lower step. Zhou Cuo roared fiercely like a tiger, leaning his body sideways and unleashing a double-fisted blow: the “Horse Kicks Its Hooves”, aimed directly at Red Yang Immortal’s head and face.

Red Yang Immortal heard the wind of the fists and knew their potency. A single solid hit would turn his face into a smashed watermelon. Yet, behind him were the precipitously steep stairs. With no choice, he pushed off hard with both feet, leaping over Zhou Cuo.

However, this was exactly the move Zhou Cuo had been waiting for.

Over a dozen moves, Zhou Cuo had only attacked with his fists; his feet had remained planted. Now, with Red Yang Immortal jumping behind him, Zhou Cuo unexpectedly launched a kick with his right leg, striking Red Yang Immortal while he was still airborne.

Red Yang Immortal was shocked. Trapped mid-air with no leverage, he had not practiced the Heaven-Defying Divine Art and couldn’t compare to Gu Fengchen. The kick landed squarely. Luckily for him, Zhou Cuo perhaps didn’t intend to kill, or maybe the power in his legs couldn’t match his fists. Red Yang Immortal was only kicked flying back seven feet, slammed onto the ground, and spat blood. It wasn’t fatal.

As one pair reached their conclusion, so did the other.

Seeing she couldn’t defeat Tie Furong despite the prolonged fight, White Yin Immortal inwardly grew furious. Spotting Tie Furong raising a palm to strike, she pivoted while her right hand slipped to her waist. She stealthily gave a small tap against her deerskin pouch and cried loudly, “I’ll meet this palm strike!” She raised her right palm to directly meet Tie Furong’s oncoming strike.

The motion of her palm tapping the pouch was incredibly hidden. In that blink of an eye, poison powder had been smeared onto her palm. Her pouch wasn’t designed like those of other poison users who needed to reach inside to retrieve their toxins. The Twin Immortals’ design was unique: the powder was loaded inside, then the pouch’s opening was completely sewn shut with thread. Only a few tiny holes were pricked in the top. Normally, no powder would escape. When needed, a simple tap against the pouch was enough to coat the palm with powdered death. Extremely devious.

White Yin Immortal fully believed her opponent was completely unprepared. What she didn’t know was that among the Eight Steeds of the Crimson Lotus, Tie Furong was famed for having the keenest eyesight. Residing long on the snowy peaks of the Tian Shan Mountains, her hobby was raising eagles, honing vision akin to those birds of prey. She could clearly spot a needle falling from dozens of yards away. White Yin Immortal trying such tricks in front of her was pure hubris.

Tie Furong had seen the hand movement perfectly clearly. Observing the fallen guards, she also knew White Yin Immortal’s poison was potent. Now, White Yin Immortal sought to engage her in a palm-to-palm clash – undoubtedly the venom was smeared on her hand. Thinking this, Tie Furong feigned ignorance, driving her palm forward with wind-like speed, showing no intention of withdrawing.

White Yin Immortal rejoiced inwardly, telling herself, “As soon as we make palm contact, you’ll be mine, caught in my trap. Once I subdue you, I’ll demand the girl from your master. She won’t dare refuse.” A cold smirk played at the corner of her lips.

But that smirk vanished almost instantly, replaced by shock.

In the split second—truly sparks flying from a flint—before their palms connected, Tie Furong suddenly circled her arm. Her palm slipped past White Yin Immortal’s and abruptly transformed into a claw, pinching White Yin Immortal’s vitals on her wrist.

White Yin Immortal was utterly stunned that her trick had been exposed. Before she could adapt, her arm was controlled. Her expertise lay in poison arts; her Internal Energy was vastly inferior to Tie Furong’s. Instantly, her arm went numb and weak, immobilized.

Tie Furong, pressing her advantage from the first successful move, unleashed a rapid follow-up, applying the “Tianshan Bone-Dislocating Hand” to wrench White Yin Immortal’s wrist joint out of place. Then, in rapid succession, she struck three major acupoints on White Yin Immortal with her fingers.

Tie Furong retreated gracefully, standing clear of the clash. Only the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals were left in the courtyard: one lying on the ground vomiting blood, Red Yang Immortal; the other frozen in place, having her vital points sealed, White Yin Immortal.

Zhou Cuo gave a contemptuous sneer. “With such paltry skills, you’re unworthy even to come to the Bright Summit and cause trouble.” He nodded at several guards. They promptly drew their blades and advanced towards the fallen pair. Zhou Cuo and Tie Furong paid them no further attention, heading towards the main hall.

Seeing this, Gu Fengchen understood the Red Lotus Sect intended to execute the two Immortals. Though he resent them, years of Buddhist cultivation made him unable to bear witnessing their deaths. He stepped forward to block the advancing guards. “What do you intend?” asked one guard who had witnessed his skill. He knew Hero Gu was an adversary best avoided, but orders compelled him. “Honored Hero Gu, please step aside,” the guard stammered. “We wouldn’t want bloodstains sullying your robes.”

Gu Fengchen said, “You mean to kill them?”

Hearing his intent to intervene, Zhou Cuo spoke coldly, “This is an internal matter of the Red Lotus Sect. Honored Hero Gu is an outsider. Perhaps you should simply enjoy the scenery and recuperate.”

“I resent these two,” Gu Fengchen countered, “but I never intended to kill them. Moreover, the Red Lotus Sect has no deep enmity with them. Why must you kill?”

Tie Furong retorted, “Who came up the mountain and injured our guards? Why shouldn’t they be killed?”

“But none of the guards were killed or seriously wounded,” Gu Fengchen pointed out.

Tie Furong smiled mockingly. “Then according to this thinking, someone can only be executed after they’ve murdered another? If someone’s intention is to kill me, must I wait until I’ve been killed before killing that person to avenge my own death?”

The guards couldn’t help stifling chuckles. Gu Fengchen was momentarily speechless. His temperament was blunt, and eloquence was never his strength. Buddhism stressed the “Five Prohibitions”: greed, anger, attachment, desire, and ignorance. Engaging in sharp debate with others violated the precept against anger. During his time at Shaolin, arguments were always kept minimal. Now matching wits against the sharp-tongued Tie Furong put him at a clear disadvantage.

While he stood speechless, the guards closed in on the Twin Immortals. Though badly injured, Red Yang Immortal could still move. He jumped up and scrambled to White Yin Immortal’s side. “Which acupoints?” he demanded.

White Yun Immortal sighed, “Telling you is useless. You’re internally wounded; at most, you have thirty percent of your power left. You can’t reverse it.”

Red Yang Immortal insisted, “Who says I can’t? Quick, tell me!”

White Yin Immortal cursed him tearfully, “You damn old ghost! While you still can move, run! Escape! Find our child later and avenge me!”

Red Yang Immortal retorted fiercely, “Nonsense! What vow did we take decades ago? Do you think my words are farts?!”

“They are farts!” White Yin Immortal shrieked back. “Run, quick! If you don’t run right now, I’ll sever my own heart meridian!”

Red Yang Immortal shot back, “So you can sever your heart meridian? Do you think I can’t? If you kill yourself, I follow!”

Just then, a guard raised his saber high, ready to slash down on the pinned White Yin Immortal. Red Yang Immortal leapt forward, desperately blocking the descending wrist, but the guard easily kicked him aside. Fresh blood spurted from his mouth. Several other guards rushed forward in a coordinated assault, blades flashing wickedly in the sunlight, poised to hack the Twin Immortals into lifeless pieces.

Chiyang Immortal saw the critical situation and, regardless of his own life, pounced on Baiyin Immortal, knocking her to the ground and covering her body with his own.

Several steel swords whistled through the air as they chopped downward.

Thwack, thwack! Suddenly, four or five steel swords flew high into the air, and several guards went sprawling, landing hard and unable to rise. Standing protectively before the Twin Immortals was Gu Fengchen.

Unable to bear watching the pair be cut down, he had leapt forward, snatched a blade from a guard’s grip, and channeled his Supreme Skill. With a sweep of the sword, he sent the other blades flying. The residual force was unstoppable; the guards staggered backward, unable to steady themselves. After over a dozen steps, they still couldn’t halt their momentum and collapsed together.

Gu Fengchen grasped Baiyin Immortal’s upper arm with one hand. A surge of Internal Energy penetrated her meridians, forcibly unlocking all her blocked acupoints. “Don’t make me save you twice,” he shouted. “Get out of here, quickly!”

The Twin Immortals understood too many formidable opponents surrounded them and their forces were meager in comparison. Further fighting was unwise. They exchanged a nod and prepared to descend the peak.

Right at that moment, a voice, sweet and innocent, rang out from one side of the open square: “Big brother, what are you doing here…?”

Gu Fengchen’s heart lurched. Lian’er.

Sure enough, it was Lian’er. Having woken up, eaten breakfast, and not seen Gu Fengchen, she had descended from the small tower and searched about. Easily following the path, she’d arrived here. Seeing so many people gathered, puzzled as to why, she spotted Gu Fengchen facing her and called out.

To the ears of the Twin Immortals, that voice struck like thunder and lightning. They spun around instantly, eyes blazing as if spitting fire.

Lian’er stood at the edge of the square, about ten yards from the main group. The Twin Immortals simultaneously crouched and, channeling power into their legs, launched themselves towards her. Zhou Cuo and Tie Furong were not a moment slower. They lunged sideways to intercept. Based purely on their speed and agility, the pair from Bright Summit were potentially even faster than the Twin Immortals and should have reached Lian’er first.

However, the Twin Immortals were renowned figures, no ordinary folk. Seeing themselves outpaced, they suddenly let out a furious shout and flung two venomous fireballs into the air. The spheres collided mid-flight and exploded with a loud crack, shattering into countless pieces and instantly filling the space between with a billowing cloud of crimson smoke, blocking the flanking attack of Zhou and Tie.

Knowing the deadly potency of the Twin Immortals’ poisons, Zhou and Tie dared not charge through the smoke and were forced to retreat. “Lian’er, hold your breath!” Gu Fengchen roared. But it was too late. Lian’er caught a whiff of a strange odor in her nostrils, then her body went limp and she slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Baiyin Immortal reached her first. She snatched Lian’er up in a flash. Aware of the multitude of experts on Bright Summit, the moment she seized the girl, she immediately flitted backward. Chiyang Immortal, thinking as one with her, covered the retreat, hurling three or five more venomous fireballs to impede the pursuers.

Gu Fengchen had promised Lian’er he would help her find her mother. Seeing her back in the clutches of the Twin Immortals filled his chest with rage. These two truly don’t know kindness, he thought angrily. I just saved them moments ago, and they turn on me in the blink of an eye—faster than turning a page. Lian’er was again in enemy hands, and likely facing grave danger now.

As the pair made for the peak’s descent, Gu Fengchen let out an enraged bellow and surged forward. He drove a punch towards Chiyang Immortal, the powerful wind force from his fist scattering the lingering poison mist in every direction.

Chiyang Immortal knew the danger. Even unharmed, he could never withstand this thunderous, overwhelming blow. He desperately leaped backward, landing beside Baiyin Immortal. His hand instantly clamped around Lian’er’s neck. “Don’t come any closer! Take one more step, and I snap her neck!”

Gu Fengchen indeed hesitated to act for fear of harming the hostage and halted. He thought darkly that the Twin Immortals were treacherous and ruthless; they likely would kill Lian’er.

Seeing him held at bay, the Twin Immortals relaxed slightly and continued backing towards the descent. Gu Fengchen refused to let them go. He hated being threatened above all else. He gritted his teeth silently. Lian’er is captured. This time, the Twin Fiends will surely be more wary. They won’t allow her to be rescued again. They’ll force poison down her throat. The torment she’d endure would be far worse than death.

He had personally suffered the Twin Immortals’ unique poison. The memory of that agony still sent shivers through him. How could he bear for Lian’er to suffer the same poison? His hatred for the Twin Immortals boiled over. Fierce by nature and now consumed by fury, caution vanished. “Leave the girl!” he roared. His body flashed like lightning, charging straight for Lian’er.

The roar echoed like a tiger’s growl or a dragon’s bellow, reverberating through the valley. Chiyang Immortal had successfully intimidated him into retreat earlier and fully expected Gu Fengchen wouldn’t dare advance. He hadn’t anticipated Gu Fengchen would change tactics instantly. Caught off guard, the huge man was suddenly right in front of him. A massive hand swept down towards his head.

Chiyang Immortal reacted quickly nonetheless. He shoved Lian’er into Baiyin Immortal’s arms, shouting, “Go!” Then he ducked under Gu Fengchen’s arm, slamming a palm straight at his left rib. Before striking, he had coated his palm with venom powder, transforming the strike into a venomous palm.

Against anyone else, leaping aside would be the only option, for while Chiyang Immortal’s palm force wasn’t overwhelming, its toxicity was deadly. But Gu Fengchen, bent on rescuing Lian’er, disregarded his own safety entirely. Moreover, his own body housed a strange, potent toxin. In his urgency, he channeled this poison into his palm. His entire palm suddenly turned jet black as he brought it up to meet Chiyang Immortal’s strike.

The two palms collided. Chiyang Immortal felt a wave of frigid, sinister force assault him, completely ensnaring his hand, making it impossible to pull away. Stricken with terror, he tried to kick, but his entire body tingled with numbness, as though plunged into an icy cavern.

Had he been uninjured, he might have resisted briefly. But with existing internal injuries, his Internal Energy faltered immediately. Instantly paralyzed, he was completely subdued by this chilling, corrupting force.

On the other side, Baiyin Immortal saw Chiyang Immortal’s face turn deathly pale. Knowing things were dire, she dragged Lian’er towards the path down the peak. Gu Fengchen, clutching the immobilized Chiyang Immortal tight, strode furiously after her. Within a few steps, he had overtaken Baiyin Immortal, reaching out with his free hand to strike her back.

Baiyin Immortal instinctively threw her hand up to parry. A loud thump rang out. She was flung backward several steps, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Before she could recover, Gu Fengchen’s second strike was already descending.

Baiyin Immortal saw the situation clearly. Against this man, there was no hope whatsoever. Gu Fengchen protected Lian’er fiercely. If he rescued her now, their chance of ever capturing her again would be lost forever. Decade upon decade of vengeful planning would vanish like flowing water.

A sharp pain pierced her heart, unleashing her inherent viciousness. She thought with malice: If I cannot kill the rightful target, then I will kill this brat…

Ignoring Gu Fengchen’s oncoming strike entirely, she drove the fingers of her right hand—hardened like steel hooks—towards Lian’er’s skull.

Gu Fengchen was also stunned. Baiyin Immortal stood squarely between him and Lian’er. His strike had been intended to force her to block, creating an opening for him to switch his palm into a grab and snatch Lian’er back. Seeing Baiyin Immortal’s complete disregard for her own life, sacrificing herself to kill Lian’er, he realized changing tactics was impossible. Though her Internal Energy was inferior to his, crushing Lian’er’s skull would require little effort.

In that lightning-flash instant, Lian’er’s life hung by a thread.

At that critical moment, a white blur flickered before their eyes. A hand reached out, gently parrying White Yin Immortal’s five fingers, while the other hand struck like a spear, its two fingers aiming straight for White Yin Immortal’s eyes.

White Yin Immortal, shocked, hastily threw Lian’er aside with her left hand to seize the two incoming fingers. Yet, midway, the fingers abruptly withdrew. The arm swept in a circle, softly catching Lian’er.

Gu Fengchen and the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals looked up to see a woman standing before them. Clad in snow-white garments, her hair white as frost, she stood like a proud white plum blossom in the snow, radiating an indescribable, cold beauty and icy purity.

Her age was impossible to discern. Disregarding the white hair, she looked like a young woman in her twenties. Her face bore not a single wrinkle, and her skin was so pale it seemed almost bloodless, even surpassing White Yin Immortal’s pallor. Sunlight striking her face reflected blindingly, as if shining upon a block of ice.

White Yin Immortal, aggrieved at losing Lian’er, felt anger rise. But recalling the woman’s ghostly movements sent a shiver down her spine. She demanded, “Who are you? Why take that girl?”

The white-haired woman ignored her question. Instead, she gazed intently at Lian’er, gently stroking the child’s small face, muttering softly, “Resembles… truly resembles…”

White Yin Immortal grew furious: “Resembles what! Hand that girl back now, or I’ll make your death unspeakably terrible.”

The white-haired woman finally lifted her head gently. “What ability do you possess,” she asked, “to make my death unspeakably terrible?” Her speech held a strange cadence; each word seemed to carry an icy chill. Yet, her voice was captivating. Together, they created a sound unforgettable to the ear.

Seeing the woman show not the slightest fear, White Yin Immortal’s rage flared. She snapped a branch from a tree beside the steps, leaves still green. With no visible movement, her arm extended, thrusting the branch towards the white-haired woman.

Before the branch touched her, the green leaves at its tip withered yellow in an instant, falling away. The entire branch turned desiccated, revealing the terrifying potency of the poison used. Gu Fengchen, aware of the pair’s deadly toxins, cried out, “Careful! Poison!”

To everyone’s surprise, the white-haired woman reached out and grasped the poisoned branch bare-handed. “A petty trick,” she stated coolly, “to flaunt before me!” Seeing her grasp the branch with her bare hand, White Yin Immortal was gleeful. She channeled her Internal Energy, driving the toxic powder through the branch towards her opponent.

The white-haired woman watched coldly. As the branch withered yellow before their eyes, a decaying grey-yellow spread rapidly to her arm. Her pristine white wrist gradually turned the same sickly color as the branch.

This toxic skill was indeed horrifying.

Gu Fengchen saw a yellowish aura crawl from the woman’s wrist towards her elbow. “Let me help channel your energy to stop the poison!” he called out, stepping forward. “Stay back. Spare your exertion. A mere dab of Yellow Scorpion Powder won’t claim my life,” the white-haired woman replied impassively.

Then, turning to White Yin Immortal, she said, “Your efforts suffice. Save your strength.” With that, she flicked the fingers of her other hand, sprinkling dewdrop-like water onto her poisoned arm. Miraculously, upon contact with the droplets, the yellow aura shrank and faded as quickly as morning dew under the sun. In an instant, the woman’s arm returned to normal. Astonishingly, the branch also shed its yellow hue, regaining a hint of green.

Not only the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals stood dumbfounded; everyone present gaped wide-eyed. Without witnessing it firsthand, they could never have imagined such a thing existed in the world.

The wonders of the vast universe truly rival divine craftsmanship.

White Yin Immortal, seeing her Yellow Scorpion Powder neutralized, was thoroughly unnerved. For decades, the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals, acknowledging themselves as masters of poison in the Jianghu for centuries, had never encountered anyone surpassing them in this art. Witnessing this woman dispel their technique so effortlessly filled them with shock.

Having failed once, White Yin Immortal did not relent. She possessed thirty-six toxins; Yellow Scorpion Powder was by no means her deadliest. Flicking an herb pill into her mouth, she then opened her lips, exhaling a nearly transparent wisp of smoke towards the white-haired woman.

This toxin, called “Cloud-Swallowing Mist-Spitting Night-Blooming Jasmine,” was a specialty poison of the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals. Refined into a liquid and concealed within a honey pill, once swallowed, the pill dissolved. The poison, encountering body heat, instantly vaporized into a mist expelled from the mouth—truly impossible to guard against.

The mist was so faint others didn’t see it. But the white-haired woman proved incredibly alert. As the mist barely left White Yin Immortal’s lips, she sensed it. Cradling Lian’er with one hand, she swept her colorful sleeve with the other. A fragrant wind rushed forth, instantly dispersing the poison mist.

The Twin Immortals’ vapor was dreadfully potent; even a wisp was enough to fell its victim instantly. Yet, to their horror, the poison mist vanished completely upon meeting the fragrant wind, melting away like a snow lion thrown into fire. The witnesses smelled only the fragrant wind; the poison mist seemed to have caused no reaction at all.

This time, both Twin Immortals were stupefied. Poisoning countless masters over decades, they had never needed to use their Cloud-Swallowing Mist-Spitting Night-Blooming Jasmine before; lesser toxins had sufficed. Thus, this had always been their secret, ultimate weapon. Yet now, this woman defeated it with a casual sleeve-flick! Her poison skills undoubtedly far surpassed theirs.

The situation was now intensely awkward. They could not match Gu Fengchen and Zhou Tie in combat, and in poison arts, this otherworldly woman intimidated them into hesitating. Clearly, taking Lian’er was impossible.

White Yin Immortal dared not attack with poison again. Meanwhile, Gu Fengchen released Red Yang Immortal. Both took several steps back and demanded together, “Who are you, who interferes with our affairs?”

The white-haired woman did not speak. With her gaze fixed on Lian’er in her arms, she seemed oblivious to all else.

Ignored again, the Twin Immortals felt a mixture of fear and anger. Unable to gauge her background, they hesitated to act rashly. “Do you bear us a grievance?” they pressed again, tone forcibly calm. “Why not show your name?” Yet, their words still carried a hint of bravado.

The white-haired woman remained silent. Finally, a voice spoke from the top of the steps: “She may bear you no enmity, but with our Red Lotus Sect… her hatred runs as deep as the sea.”

The Twin Immortals looked up. Arrayed on either side were Xue Wuhen, Tie Furong, Zhou Cuo, and Shende Taoist – the Red Lotus Sect’s Four Steeds. The speaker standing in their center was none other than the Leader of the Red Lotus Sect herself – Hong Linger.

Gu Fengchen, who had been quietly observing the woman, asked upon hearing Hong Linger’s words, “She… could she be Lian’er’s birth mother?” Hong Linger answered, “Correct. She is Qin Xueyi, known by the title Lady Xueyi.”

These words brought little reaction from most, but the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals went pale. Simultaneously, they blurted out, “You are Lady Xueyi? Then where is Ying Tian’ao?”

At the mention of the name “Ying Tian’ao,” Lady Xueyi raised her head and said coldly, “Why do you ask about him?” White Yin Immortal replied, “He killed our child. We seek revenge.” Lady Xueyi said, “What if I know nothing!”

Red Yang Immortal fumed, “If you know nothing, then who does! Rumors in the Jianghu say that one night, over a decade ago, you eloped to the Mount Tai Sect with Ying Tian’ao…” Before he could finish, Lady Xueyi’s eyes suddenly turned icily sharp. Two dagger-like gazes shot toward Red Yang Immortal, piercingly cold. Then, her waterfall of white hair suddenly stirred without any wind, lifting and billowing upward — a scene profoundly eerie.

Red Yang Immortal was momentarily stunned by her gaze. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he abruptly saw Lady Xueyi flick her finger. A speck of white light shot toward his mouth. He saw clearly: it was a small, gleaming white knife. Instinctively, he swept his sleeve to catch it, but the knife was incredibly sharp. With a tearing sound, it pierced through his sleeve effortlessly. The blade, encountering almost no resistance, still flew straight toward his mouth.

Fortunately, Red Yang Immortal’s martial skills were formidable. He violently jerked his head back and flipped backward with two somersaults. The knife grazed the tip of his nose as it passed — narrowly escaping a deadly strike.

A ting sounded as the knife stabbed into a stone wall, embedding itself several inches deep.

Having dodged the attack, Red Yang Immortal felt a surge of rage. But as he turned to look at the knife, he let out a strange exclamation.

The small knife wasn’t made of metal at all; it was a complete small fish. Its entire body was crystalline and translucent, its bones clearly visible. Yet, given how it had pierced the stone wall, it was evidently far harder and sharper than a real knife.

This little fish was unfamiliar to others, but Xue Wuhen, being well-traveled and knowledgeable, recognized it immediately. He blurted out, “Cold Iron Fish!” Red Yang Immortal’s face turned ashen upon hearing this. “Cold Iron Fish? Does such a thing truly exist in the world?”

The Cold Iron Fish they spoke of was an extraordinarily rare fish species dwelling in rivers and lakes. It fed on mineral ores in the water, particularly Cold Iron ore. After swallowing the ore, the fish would slowly digest the stone, expelling the waste. However, the undigestible Cold Iron would accumulate bit by bit inside its body. As the fish grew, the Cold Iron stored within it also increased. Upon its death, the corpse became increasingly rigid and could remain uncorrupted for a century.

Cold Iron was extremely hard yet lacked elasticity. Combined with the fish’s body, the two mutually complemented each other, achieving both superior elasticity and rigidity. Thus, with minimal refinement, it could instantly become a deadly weapon. However, this type of fish had nearly vanished; none had been seen in the Jianghu for centuries. Unexpectedly, today, one had been sent forth from Lady Xueyi’s hand.

Lady Xueyi, having failed to strike Red Yang Immortal, gave a pull. The Cold Iron Fish flew back into her hand. Only then did people see clearly: there was a transparent thread in her hand, wrapped around the fish’s tail, allowing for effortless retrieval and deployment.

Red Yang Immortal’s mouth hung slightly agape. In just this brief moment, Lady Xueyi had employed several kinds of strange weapons he had never seen before. Unsure how much more she might unleash, he momentarily failed to finish his earlier thought.

Before he could speak, Lady Xueyi spoke coldly, “Utter the word ‘eloped’ one more time, and I’ll take your life.”

Red Yang Immortal felt fury rise but suppressed it. “You two were originally…”

As those two words were about to leave his lips, Lady Xueyi’s eyebrows shot upward. White Yin Immortal pushed Red Yang Immortal and interjected, “Even if it wasn’t like that, where exactly is that Ying fellow?”

She wasn’t exactly afraid of Lady Xueyi, but she didn’t want to provoke her unnecessarily. Her sole aim was to find out Ying Tian’ao’s whereabouts; the rest didn’t matter.

Lady Xueyi turned her head and stared directly at Hong Linger. “He died long ago.”

The Twin Immortals spoke simultaneously, “Dead? How come no one in the Jianghu ever knew? You lie to us!”

Lady Xueyi said, “Very few knew about this. Besides me, probably only this young lady knows.”

Hearing this, the Twin Immortals turned their gaze to Hong Linger. Hong Linger nodded. “Ying Tian’ao indeed died over a decade ago. The one who killed him was the former Cult Leader of my Red Lotus Sect.” The Twin Immortals asked, “And the body?” Hong Linger scoffed coldly, “What? Still want to whip the corpse for vengeance? Dead over ten years now, even his bones are likely rotted away. Save your efforts.”

The Twin Immortals exchanged a look, their faces turning deathly pale. Their life’s hope had been to kill Ying Tian’ao to avenge their son. Now their great enemy had been dead for years; even if they cultivated world-shaking powers, vengeance was forever out of reach.

Finally, they turned back to Lady Xueyi. “He’s dead, but you and your daughter are still alive. As the saying goes, the debts of the father fall upon the child. Your daughter has no martial skills; she’s no member of the Jianghu. We’ll spare her, but we will not spare you. If you don’t kill us now, the Yin-Yang Twin Immortals will surely return one day to seek revenge.”

Lady Xueyi nodded slightly. “Come as you please.”

Knowing they had no chance of winning now, the Twin Immortals shared a single thought: return to the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, brew new potent poisons, and return for vengeance later. Thinking this, they offered no farewell to anyone, turned, and fled. In the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace.

Lady Xueyi paid them no heed. Cradling a pill in her palm, she placed it into Lian’er’s mouth. The pill melted instantly upon contact, as if made of ice.

Someone else came up behind Lady Xueyi, another woman. She approached Hong Linger and clasped her hands respectfully. “Cult Leader, I have arrived.”

Hong Linger nodded. “I knew you would complete the mission. Go rest.”

The woman said nothing more and walked down the peak. As she passed Lady Xueyi, her eyes swept over her. She gave a slight shake of her head, sighed softly, and hurried away.

Gu Fengchen faintly remembered this woman; she seemed familiar from the wayside inn. She was plain-looking, her clothes ordinary, with nothing particularly striking, leaving him with only a shallow impression.

Hong Linger stared directly at Lady Xueyi. “When you descended this peak fourteen years ago, did you foresee today?” Lady Xueyi replied, “If you wish to avenge your father, why not act now?” Hong Linger said, “You know I wish to avenge him. Yet you dared ascend to Bright Summit. You must feel quite secure.”

Lady Xueyi said, “Killing me isn’t solely for your father’s revenge. There’s another matter between us, unspoken yet understood. Because of that, until you clarify it, you will not strike.”

Hong Linger replied, “That’s true enough. This is no place for conversation. Now that you are here, let us withdraw to Brightness Hall to talk.”

Without waiting for her reply, he strode straight toward the main hall in the center. The Four Steeds parted to either side. Lady Xueyi glanced at them, then picked up the still-unconscious Lian’er and followed behind. Gu Fengchen, concerned for Lian’er’s safety, felt that even though her mother was now present, he needed a clear resolution before he could leave and return home. So he also followed them into the main hall.

After entering, Lady Xueyi gently placed Lian’er onto a large chair. Gu Fengchen saw her calm expression and knew Lian’er must be unharmed, giving him some small peace of mind.

Lady Xueyi unceremoniously took a seat on a guest chair. The Four Steeds stood beside Hong Linger, their expressions grave.

The hall fell deathly silent, no one willing to speak first. Gu Fengchen felt rather superfluous and stood up, addressing Lady Xueyi: “Senior Xue, I am Gu Fengchen. I was entrusted by a Shaolin monk to escort Lian’er to find her mother. Unfortunately, I failed midway, and Lian’er fell into enemy hands. Fortunately, Lian’er has great fortune and managed to escape danger, reuniting with you, senior. My duty to my friend is thus fulfilled. Now that you two are reunited, this task is over, and I must bid farewell to everyone here. Though mountains remain and rivers flow, we shall meet again.”

After saying this, he cupped his hands together toward Hong Linger and the others, turned, and started to leave.

Hong Linger gave a cold laugh. “Leaving so soon?” Feeling the burden lifted, Gu Fengchen felt instantly lighter. He turned his head and smiled. “Even if I were only here to beg favours, it would be enough. I’ve consumed quite a bit of your sect’s provisions; it wouldn’t be right to impose further.” Hong Linger said, “Leaving like this makes you an oath-breaker.”

Gu Fengchen paused. “An oath-breaker?”

Hong Linger said, “Did you forget last night? You promised you would do one thing for me. If you wish to break your word, I won’t stop you. Please, be my guest.”

Gu Fengchen stood frozen for a moment. Finally, he gave a slight shake of his head and sat back down in the chair. “Fine. I’ll do one thing for you. After it’s done, I’ll leave.”

Hong Linger ignored him and turned her gaze to Lady Xueyi. “Since you’ve already guessed, let’s speak plainly. I can spare your life and will not harm your daughter, but only if you surrender my Red Lotus Sect’s greatest treasure.”

Lady Xueyi said coldly, “You sent He Miaogu to tell me to come to the Bright Summit to retrieve my daughter. The first thing I told her was not to show off her ‘marvelous empty hands’. That treasure is in my possession, but it’s not at Crescent Moon Spring.” Hong Linger retorted, “You are clever. That’s why you feel secure. If I kill you, I will never obtain the treasure.” Lady Xueyi remained silent.

Hong Linger continued, “But do you know why I don’t want to kill you? It’s not out of softness, but because someone couldn’t bear to see you die. He forced me to swear an oath, forbidding me from harming even a hair on your head.” Lady Xueyi said, “Such a good person? I’d like to meet him.” Hong Linger replied, “You cannot. That person has already ridden the crane west, roaming the Purple Manor.”

Lady Xueyi’s face instantly paled drastically. She murmured, “Him… It was him…”

Hong Linger sneered. “You haven’t forgotten! Although you harmed him, he never once wished to harm you. He protected you until his dying breath. I truly don’t understand. Were you worth it?”

Lady Xueyi offered no reply, only wore a dark expression, her eyes distant and unfocused.

Hong Linger pressed on, “Though you stole my Red Lotus Sect’s greatest treasure, he didn’t wish to pursue your fault. Instead, he forced me to swear that oath. No matter how much I desire to kill you to vent my rage, it is impossible. If you hold any affection for his kindness, you should return the treasure…”

She hadn’t finished speaking when Lady Xueyi abruptly stood, cutting her off. “Say no more! Who witnessed him force this oath upon you? How do I know this isn’t just another of your deceptive ploys? Though I am a woman, I lack a woman’s soft compassion. Getting me to surrender that treasure won’t be easy.”

Tie Furong could no longer restrain herself and interrupted. “The Cult Leader offers you face by speaking kindly. If you refuse to recognize her goodwill, do you truly believe the Red Lotus Sect is incapable of taking action?”

Having long resided in the Tian Shan Mountains, Tie Furong hadn’t entered the sect until after the Red Lotus Sect retreated from the Central Plains. She didn’t know this Lady Xueyi. Though she had witnessed her formidable poison kungfu moments earlier, she still dismissed it as unorthodox and inferior technique. Seeing Lady Xueyi speak so defiantly, she didn’t hold back, delivering this threat.

Within the Red Lotus Sect, the positions of the “Three Talents and Eight Steeds” were merely permanent chairs, not fixed individuals. By custom, challenging was held every three years. If a new person wished for a seat, they could challenge any of the eleven holders. Defeating one meant taking their seat, the defeated left only to train secretly for three years before competing again. This system ensured the Three Talents and Eight Steeds practiced rigorously constantly to retain their positions. Tie Furong entered the sect after the Red Lotus Sect fled to the Tian Shan Mountains and rose to the Eight Steeds only nine years prior; she had never met Lady Xueyi before.

As her words fell, the atmosphere in the hall instantly tensed. Everyone in the Red Lotus Sect loathed Lady Xueyi intensely, but due to the Cult Leader’s presence and uncertainty of her intentions, they had dared not act. Hearing Tie Furong’s words now, they all felt she spoke their minds and nodded inwardly in agreement.

Lady Xueyi acted as if she hadn’t heard. She stood up, picked up Lian’er, and addressed Hong Linger: “On the fifteenth of next month, I’ll wait for you at the West Lake’s mid-lake pavilion. If you want the treasure back, come alone.” Without looking back, she walked out of the hall and descended the peak.

Seeing Hong Linger gave no order, no one dared move. Once Lady Xueyi was far away, Tie Furong said, “Cult Leader, why did you let her go? If she were captured, I have means to make her surrender the treasure!”

Hong Linger replied, “You haven’t met her; you don’t know her temper. The harder you push, the more stubborn she becomes. She fears neither hardship nor death. If pushed too far, she will destroy the treasure, which would be disastrous.” Tie Furong looked at Xue Wuhen and the others. The other three nodded deeply in agreement. Having known Lady Xueyi, their view aligned with Hong Linger’s. Tie Furong had to let it go.

Now holding only one guest, Gu Fengchen, in the hall, Hong Linger whispered a few instructions. Xue Wuhen and the others nodded silently, cupped their fists in acknowledgement, and left the hall one after another.

Hong Linger said to Gu Fengchen, “We descend the mountain tomorrow.”

Gu Fengchen was taken aback. “Descend the mountain?” Hong Linger said, “Indeed. Didn’t you hear Lady Xueyi say? On the fifteenth of next month, she waits for me at West Lake.” Gu Fengchen asked, “Do I need to go too?” Hong Linger nodded. “She insisted I come alone. Bringing my subordinates would seem as if I feared her. You aren’t my subordinate, so it wouldn’t make me lose face.” Gu Fengchen said, “Is this what you need me to do?”

Hong Linger nodded again. “I only need you to accompany me. As for what exactly you’ll do, we’ll see when the time comes.” Gu Fengchen said, “Fine. I only hope it ends sooner rather than later.” Hong Linger glared at him. “Do you despise me so much you can’t bear to spend more time with me?!”

Gu Fengchen countered, “You are far too dangerous. We’ve met only a few times, and each meeting nearly ended in my death. Don’t you agree?” Recalling their encounters – the wild inn, the Mount Tai Sect, the boat on the Fen River – Hong Linger had to admit it was true. A faint smile touched her lips. “Why don’t you say I’m your lucky star? Each time you meet me, you somehow manage not to die.” Hearing this, Gu Fengchen also laughed. “That reminds me of a Buddhist tale. Two men went to see an eminent monk to ask about their luck. The monk poured a cup half full of tea and told them, ‘Your luck is like this cup.’ One looked at it and sighed, saying only half was full; the other half was empty, meaning his luck wasn’t good. The other looked and was overjoyed, saying the cup was originally empty and now had half a cup of water, so his luck wasn’t bad at all. The same thing, just different perspectives.”

Hong Linger watched him with a smile, seeming to ponder his words. Gu Fengchen glanced up, and their eyes met directly. Hong Linger asked him: “Speaking of luck, do you think you are lucky?”

Gu Fengchen nodded firmly. “Exceptionally lucky.” Hong Linger rested her cheek on the armrest, smiling. “Tell me, how so?” Seeing her flushed face, radiating excitement simultaneously adorable and mischievous, Gu Fengchen couldn’t help but grin. “I truly thought I was doomed – captured by one faction, nearly pushed into rivers by others. Yet, extreme adversity turned into fortune. Not only did I not die, I somehow gained this bizarre inner power through pure confusion. If I pledged myself to the Red Lotus Sect, with my current skills, I could sweep through all sects, crush the Four Great Clans, and establish a three-legged cauldron with Shaolin and Wudang! ‘Gu Fengchen’, my name, would shake the very foundations of the Jianghu. Tell me, isn’t that the best luck?”