Chapter 18: Furious Steed, Shocking Thunder; Whistling Arrows Fill the Land

Chapter 18: Furious Steed, Shocking Thunder; Whistling Arrows Fill the Land

Thus, after obtaining the Treasure Armor, Gu Fengchen dared not slacken for a moment. Exiting the tunnel, attendants were already waiting by his side, hoping he would ride the sedan chair again. Gu Fengchen refused to sit at all and asked them for a horse. They had prepared one; a fine horse with complete saddle and stirrups was led over. Gu Fengchen thanked them, leapt onto the horse, gave it a fierce crack of his whip, and left Hangzhou city.

Not ten li beyond the city, a horse stood under a large tree by the roadside; its rider was none other than Qing’er. Seeing Gu Fengchen approach, Qing’er blocked the main road. Her small mouth puckered as she declared, “You heartless man! Getting your benefits and then ditching the very person who helped you get them, is that it?”

Gu Fengchen heaved a long sigh. “The matter was urgent, I had no time to find you…” Qing’er waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t say more, I understand. You were rushing to save someone.” Saying this, the two rode side by side. Qing’er glanced back at him. Gu Fengchen had already securely tied the bundle containing the armor to his back. Seeing her look, he said, “That’s right, this is the Treasure Armor.”

Qing’er’s face lit up with excitement. “Can I have a look?” Gu Fengchen replied, “Naturally. But… there are many eyes and much suspicion here. Such a treasure is better examined slowly in a secluded spot.” So saying, he spurred his horse into a gallop. Qing’er shrugged, having no choice but to follow him.

The pair rode continuously. They had covered only around sixty or seventy li from Hangzhou when darkness fell. Gu Fengchen asked Qing’er, “Shall we find an inn and rest?” Qing’er replied, “Better not. Country towns can be swarming with different types of people. What if some scheming villains try to snatch the treasure? Naturally, you aren’t afraid, but it’d just be trouble. We’d be better off finding a hidden spot out in the wild. I also want a good look at this treasure.”

Gu Fengchen nodded. “Exactly my thoughts. But camping in the wilderness, the food and drink…” This sentence trailed off as he saw Qing’er untie a large leather pouch from her horse, revealing wine and food.

Once it was fully dark, Gu Fengchen found a sheltered spot below a high slope. The place was low-lying, encircle by wild woods, nearly invisible unless one looked carefully. Gu Fengchen hitched the horses, gathered plenty of dry branches, and built a fire.

Qing’er spread out a piece of animal hide and sat upon it. She brought out the wine bottles and various foods from the pouch and set them in the middle. Gu Fengchen sat opposite her, brought forth the box holding the armor, placed it before Qing’er, and said, “See for yourself.” After saying this, he grabbed a bottle of wine and took a large gulp.

Qing’er lifted out the Earth Evasion Armor and examined it carefully for a while. She measured it against herself, shook her head, and said, “A bit wide, and somewhat big. Hey, do you know any skilled tailors? If altered, perhaps I could wear it.”

Gu Fengchen chuckled lightly. “Young Miss, for that, you’ll have to ask the master who forced me to seize this treasure. He might even be a tailor himself.” Qing’er giggled, popped a piece of ham into her mouth, and held the armor up, watching its reflection against the firelight. As she did this, she mused, “Doesn’t seem that special really. It just wards off weapons. Why does the Red Lotus Sect treat a dead object like a treasure…” Gu Fengchen, noticing her bringing the armor closer to the fire, urgently pulled her hand back. “Careful! Don’t let it touch the fire. Even if a single corner is ruined, I won’t be able to save my person.”

Qing’er’s eyes rolled playfully. She asked with a smile, “The person you’re saving must be an extremely beautiful girl.” Gu Fengchen grew somewhat somber. “In truth, she’s not a girl anymore. She’s just… a heartbroken woman.” Qing’er seemed thoughtful. “Oh… so you like that kind…”

Gu Fengchen paused, bewildered. “What kind?”

Qing’er said, “The type with some worldly charm and grace! Such women, naturally, understand men better—and care for them more thoughtfully—than a young girl like me, don’t they?”

Gu Fengchen waved his hands repeatedly. “I wouldn’t know. That woman and I are merely good friends. I’ve never harbored any improper thoughts. Don’t speculate foolishly.”

Qing’er saw his face flush. The firelight shone brightly upon it, making it positively radiant. She couldn’t help but find it amusing. “Whether you have improper thoughts or not—what’s it to me? Look how scared you are!” She paused, then added, “I know. The honorable Hero Gu before me is a true gentleman, a true hero, absolutely not a Deng Tuzi [a legendary lecher].”

Gu Fengchen retorted, “From what I’ve heard, Deng Tuzi’s wife wasn’t considered beautiful.” Qing’er countered, “But you aren’t even like Deng Tuzi! Deng Tuzi cherished his ugly wife and had five sons with her. Whereas you… you only know how to wound a woman’s heart. I’m not wrong, am I?”

Suddenly, Gu Fengchen thought of Ling Ling. His heart felt as if pricked by a needle. He threw his head back and downed most of the wine in the bottle.

Observing his expression, Qing’er seemed to guess his thoughts. She leaned in a little closer and asked softly, “That girl you fought… she seemed to care for you deeply.” Gu Fengchen answered evenly, “I don’t know her. She doesn’t know me either.”

After saying this, he saw Qing’er looking at him with a skeptical half-smile. Gu Fengchen realized it was no good—this girl knew Ling Ling was the Leader of the Red Lotus Sect, she knew he was going to the Red Lotus Sect to save Ying Lian. This lie was far too clumsy. Qing’er, clever as a ghost, could never be deceived by it.

Thinking this, Gu Fengchen also felt rather inadequate himself. A true man acts according to his nature, seeking a clear conscience, with no mind for others’ opinions. So he said, “I do know her… She cared for me… a great deal.”

Qing’er said, “Now I understand. She didn’t pierce you… because she recognized you. But you… you stabbed her with your spear.”

Gu Fengchen took another fierce gulp of wine. “Yes. Xue Wuhen called me shameless. I suppose he was right.” Qing’er pressed gently, “So you must feel great regret now?” Gu Fengchen stated firmly, “I have shame. But no regrets.”

Qing’er questioned, “What do you mean by that?”

Gu Fengchen explained, “No matter whoever stood there that day, I had to win that bout. Even if it required the most despicable means… So long as I won, several lives could be saved. Therefore, I do not regret it. But toward that girl… this sense of guilt, this remorse… will likely never fade.”

Qing’er probed, “So you wish to make amends?”

Gu Fengchen sighed heavily. “Now the Red Lotus Sect surely sees me as an enemy, a faithless man, the world’s most shameless wretch. Can there be anyone worse than me, Gu Fengchen? There probably isn’t. I fear I’ll have no chance to make amends.”

Qing’er turned her gaze toward the roaring flames, seemingly lost in thought. Her voice turned distant and soft. “What faithless man? If you ask me… you’re still one of the kindest hearts in all the world.” Gu Fengchen replied, “The deed is done. I don’t care how others judge me, nor do I need anyone’s comfort.” Qing’er said, “You think I’m trying to comfort you? Then you’re mistaken. It’s just… I have my own worries.”

Gu Fengchen smiled faintly. “To my eyes, you always seem carefree and joyful. The vast Jianghu (Martial World) seems merely your playground. I never imagined you had moments of unhappiness too.” Qing’er remarked, “Everyone has moments of unhappiness. The ancient books say: life was seventy to eighty percent unsatisfactory matters, and not two or three in ten could be shared with others. It holds very true.” Gu Fengchen responded, “That is exactly why Buddhism exists in this world. When I was at the Shaolin Temple and encountered something unpleasant, I used to go and confide in Buddha… And I always received guidance.”

Qing’er looked startled. “Could Buddha speak?”

Gu Fengchen said, “The old man naturally wouldn’t speak, but I could understand his meaning. He possesses boundless magical power, spreading Buddha’s light far and wide, lofty and above, gazing down upon all living beings. Every time I asked him why I wasn’t happy, he said he left a sentence in my heart.”

Qing’er said, “What sentence? I want to hear it too.”

Gu Fengchen said, “Buddha always said, ‘This matter… I haven’t thought it through yet, come back tomorrow.'” Qing’er was startled: “Buddha…” Suddenly she understood and laughed: “You’re tricking me, Buddha would never say that…” Gu Fengchen said: “He spoke exactly so, and the next day I forgot the unhappiness from before. Therefore, Buddha’s words guided me to look forward, to forget today’s troubles, so you can be happy.”

Qing’er said, “That makes some sense. So that means tomorrow morning, you’ll forget everything today and be clear of guilt?”

Gu Fengchen threw away the empty wine bottle, grabbed another bottle, and said: “Tomorrow… tomorrow has its own business…”

The two fell silent for a moment, merely eating and drinking, listening to the crackling sounds of wood burning in the firelight.

Qing’er finished eating and drinking, was about to put the Earth Evasion Armor back into the box, when she suddenly looked at Gu Fengchen, her gaze shifting, and said: “Hey, aren’t you afraid I’ll steal your treasure at night while we’re together?”

Gu Fengchen frowned and said: “I am afraid, so I’m thinking of a way to stop you from stealing my treasure.” Qing’er said: “What way?” Gu Fengchen said in a sinister voice: “I think… killing you is one way.”

Qing’er couldn’t hold back a laugh: “From what I know, you’ve not killed anyone in all your grown years, have you?” Gu Fengchen said: “I very much want to try… what that feels like.” Qing’er said: “I haven’t killed anyone either, but I imagine it must be thrilling.”

Gu Fengchen said: “While I’m not yet drunk, shall we have a duel?”

Qing’er said: “Never mind, I couldn’t defeat you. My greatest skill is just stealing your clothes when you bathe.” Gu Fengchen said: “Ah! You can steal my clothes during a bath, so naturally you’d steal my treasure while I sleep soundly.” Qing’er said: “How can a bit of armor be called a treasure! I say it’s not as precious as my net.”

Gu Fengchen said: “Perhaps it’s not truly a treasure, but it concerns several human lives.” Qing’er said: “If in the future someone captures me, demanding you bring something to trade, would you do it?” Gu Fengchen stayed silent. Qing’er said: “I’m only making a comparison.” Gu Fengchen slowly said: “I’m not certain. You and I essentially have no relation; we’re not even friends.”

Qing’er said: “Then that person you aim to save now, is she your friend?”

Gu Fengchen was startled, secretly thinking that Hua Yuehen couldn’t be counted as a friend either; he didn’t owe her any gratitude, only that he pitied the women of Broken Heart City, feeling a compassionate impulse, and so lent a hand. As for being termed an honored guest, it seemed like a jest to him.

Qing’er saw he didn’t answer, chuckled lightly, and said: “If not a friend, then she must be a lover.”

Gu Fengchen said: “In your mind, besides friends, it must only be lovers between men and women? Nothing else?” Qing’er said: “That’s natural, could it be enemies?”

Gu Fengchen said: “Certainly not. In fact, I and she are neither friends nor lovers; our relationship isn’t that intimate, merely acquaintances.”

Qing’er gave a thumbs-up: “Knowing someone casually, yet you’d brave dangers for them, truly the manners of a great hero.” Gu Fengchen laughed: “And you, Miss Qing’er? Seeing me just twice, yet helping out, same hero’s style.” Qing’er puckered her small mouth: “Don’t flatter me. I aided you because I had a purpose.”

Gu Fengchen said: “You may say it now. What purpose?”

Qing’er blinked her large eyes: “I haven’t thought of it yet; when I do, I’ll tell you. Then you must aid me.” Gu Fengchen said: “That settles it.” Saying this, he lifted the wine bottle towards her; the two bottles clinked, and they drained the last drops.

The two finished eating and drinking, lying on opposite sides of the campfire among the grass, gazing upon the full moon above. At this moment, all was silent, the bright moon hung high, and the gentle breeze carried both the chirps of insects and the fragrant scent of earth; the atmosphere was rather pleasant.

Qing’er held a grass stem in her mouth, watching the bright moon, her eyes darting now and then, no knowing what she pondered. Gu Fengchen also couldn’t sleep, his eyes wide open; Ling Ling’s smiling face flashed before him intermittently, piercing his heart with waves of sourness.

After a long while, Qing’er spat out the grass stem, sat up suddenly, and asked: “Hey, you said you’d use the treasure to save people—how will you save them?” Gu Fengchen hadn’t expected this question, recalling the Ghost-Faced Man’s words, forbidden to relay the matter to anyone, so said: “Do not ask. This is my affair.”

Qing’er said: “Maybe I can help you.” Gu Fengchen said: “The opponent ordered me not to say, or the person I wish to save would be doomed.” Qing’er laughed: “Calling you foolish truly fits. Now, no one’s nearby; from your mouth to my ears, only heaven and earth and we ourselves know. How would the opponent find out?”

Gu Fengchen considered this was true. He possessed some cleverness himself, but first, the enemy held hostages, second, his side was alone and powerless—hence, no alternative existed. Moreover, if he delivered the armor and the enemy then failed to release anyone, his efforts would be for naught. This Miss Qing’er, despite her youth, was crafty; perhaps she had a solution.

Thinking this, Gu Fengchen lowered his voice and recounted the entire incident.

Qing’er listened, frowning repeatedly: “From this, the one scheming against you is no small force. Your concerns hold reason; if the opponent cheats, you’d be helpless, entirely at their mercy. Therefore, handing over the Treasure Armor without precaution is no safe plan.”

Gu Fengchen said: “I did conceive an idea these past days, fearing the enemy won’t fall for it.” Qing’er asked: “What idea?” Gu Fengchen said: “When I deliver the armor, the opponent will surely send an important figure. At that moment, I’ll risk my life to seize one. Whether the Treasure Armor is kept matters not; I just need to trade for the person to save.”

Qing’er made a shushing noise: “I thought it was some fine idea, yet this? Any fool could devise it. The opponent already guards against this move. If I were they’d not show an important figure at all; just deploy minor flunkies, trap you in a cage first, lock it, then take your armor. If you resist, no one is freed. How would you act then?”

Gu Fengchen nodded again and again: “If they employed that trick, I’d truly have no recourse.”

Qing’er said: “Therefore, better I formulate a strategy. After all, you were once a Shaolin disciple, and far behind in schemes and treachery.”

Gu Fengchen said: “Then hurry and think. I won’t disturb you.”

Qing’er said, “If I truly come up with a brilliant plan, how will you thank me?” Gu Fengchen frowned. “I possess nothing of value and am utterly penniless. I truly do not know how to thank you.” Qing’er said, “Who says you possess nothing? Isn’t there a treasure right before your eyes!”

Gu Fengchen glanced at the armor. “This must be given away to save people.”

Qing’er raised an eyebrow. “What if I devise a plan to save them without giving up the armor? Would you be willing to part with it?” Gu Fengchen answered without hesitation. “I promise. Besides, if not for your help, this treasure wouldn’t be mine anyway.” Hearing this, Qing’er’s face lit up with delight. “It’s settled then! Don’t go back on your word.”

Gu Fengchen spoke earnestly. “Whether we succeed in rescuing them or not, I, Gu Fengchen, deeply appreciate your kindness.” Qing’er replied, “The person to be saved isn’t even your friend. Gratitude isn’t really your burden. Don’t take it too much to heart. Perhaps… perhaps someday, I might need to ask for your help.” Gu Fengchen said, “Whenever you need me, just ask.”

Qing’er looked at him, stared for quite a long moment, then finally shook her head slowly. Gu Fengchen asked, “What’s wrong? Are you dissatisfied with what I said?” Suddenly, Qing’er’s expression turned solemnly serious. “You… have absolutely no guile.”

Gu Fengchen nodded with a faint smile. “That’s probably true.”

Qing’er pressed, “Aren’t you afraid I’m tricking you?” Gu Fengchen replied, “I have thought about it. Apart from my life, I possess neither wealth nor power. What could you possibly swindle from me?” Qing’er nodded. “True. A man who has nothing naturally has nothing to lose.”

Gu Fengchen said, “That sounds quite like a Chan Buddhist saying. Have you practiced there at Shaolin?” Qing’er scoffed, “Ugh! I’m being serious, stop teasing…”

Suddenly, Gu Fengchen’s eyebrows shot up. Pushing off the ground with his hands, he darted close to Qing’er like lightning. One hand clamped over her mouth, while at the same time, his feet kicked a clod of earth, smothering the fire.

Instantly, the surroundings plunged into darkness. Qin’er, convinced he meant to assault her, was inwardly alarmed. It was too late to escape with her net, so she thrust two fingers straight toward Gu Fengchen’s eyes.

Unprepared for her sudden counterattack, Gu Fengchen jerked his head aside. Her fingers grazed past his eyelids—missing by a hair’s breadth. Her first strike missing, Qin’er followed through immediately, driving an elbow towards his Qihai acupoint. Gu Fengchen blocked it with his forearm, then leaned in close to Qing’er’s ear and whispered, “Be quiet. Someone’s coming.”

He then released her. Qing’er listened intently. Eerie silence prevailed—not a soul, not even a ghostly shadow was visible, making her distinctly puzzled. After a moment more without any sound, she leaned close to Gu Fengchen’s ear and murmured, “You must have misheard. Who could possibly be coming?”

Hearing this, Gu Fengchen didn’t answer, only giving a slight shake of his head while pointing towards the forest edge. It was at that precise moment that Qing’er finally heard the noise.

There seemed to be two people. Their footsteps were incredibly faint. If not for Gu Fengchen possessing the Heaven-Defying Divine Art, the extreme quiet, and the fact he was lying prone on the ground allowing him to feel the faint tremor, it would have been impossible to detect them half a li away.

The two men slowly approached the hiding place Gu Fengchen and Qing’er occupied. Gu Fengchen and Qing’er exchanged a silent nod, picked up the box containing the armor, and silently leaped up into a large tree. Concealed amidst the branches and leaves, they quieted their breath, focusing intently.

After a short while, the two reached the smothered campfire. Gu Fengchen was struck by an intense familiarity—he definitely knew these figures.

One of them examined the embers and gave a slight smile. “Just extinguished by smothering. They’re likely hiding nearby.” The other gave a cold snort and plopped down to sit.

Hearing their voices, Gu Fengchen abruptly remembered. The speaker was Qin Tangguan of the Red Lotus Sect. The one who snorted coldly… was actually the Yang Guan Thief.

In an instant, countless scenes flooded his mind.

That day, after Qin Tangguan had rescued him, they encountered the Twin Shades of the Netherworld, the Six Tigers of the Wei Family, and Guo Jiangfeng of the Long River Gang in a derelict tower on Mount Taiyue. Several factions clashed amidst the chaos, and it was then that he had mastered the Heaven-Defying Divine Art. Later, for reasons unknown to him at the time, all those people had departed one after another. He hadn’t known then it was because the Yang Guan Thief had stolen the Heaven-Defying Formula. Since that day, he hadn’t seen Qin Tangguan again.

Later, the Yang Guan Thief had intercepted him while he was traveling towards Mount Huang. He had then defeated the thief using his Divine Kung Fu, causing him to withdraw in defeat, his fate unknown. Today, these two men appeared together—truly a strange turn of events. Thinking of this, he concentrated on listening intently.

Qin Tangguan glanced around, spotting their horses tied under a tree. He chuckled, “Friends in hiding, I am merely passing through. I bear no ill will. Please show yourselves.”

Gu Fengchen and Qing’er exchanged a glance, both shaking their heads slightly. They shared the same thought: the Red Lotus Sect’s treasure was currently in their possession. If Qin Tangguan saw it, he would undoubtedly demand its return. Gu Fengchen knew this old man’s martial arts were formidable. Within the Red Lotus Sect, his rank was even above Gui Qulai. Having fought intensely the whole day without rest, if they came to blows, the outcome was uncertain. Why invite trouble?

Therefore, neither made a sound, only watching coldly.

Finishing his words, Qin Tangguan listened carefully. Hearing no movement, he chuckled, “Seems they’re afraid of us. Let them hide, then. We are just guests—it wouldn’t be polite to force the hosts out.”

By now, the Yang Guan Thief had rekindled the fire and unslung a gourd from his waist, drinking silently.

Qin Tangguan sat by the fire, tossed a couple of dry branches into it, then lay down flat as if he meant to sleep. At this point, the Yang Guan Thief spoke up, “Do you really intend to hand me over to the Red Lotus Sect?” Qin Tangguan answered, “Indeed. Since I cannot get you to reveal where you’ve hidden the item, I’ll need them to do the asking. There is someone within the Red Lotus Sect whose torture techniques are matchless under Heaven. Under his hands, you could even remember events from the day you were born.”

The Yang Guan Thief sneered coldly, “You’re trying to scare me. Old Man fears neither death nor a bit of suffering. What are mere pains?” Qin Tangguan said leisurely, “Death is simple. One slash separates head from body—clean and efficient. Naturally, nothing to fear. But suffering? Hah! It can make you long for death yet be unable to die. The taste is exquisite. You have something delightful to look forward to.”

Gu Fengchen thought to himself: So Qin Tangguan was trying to force some hidden thing from the Yang Guan Thief. It seemed he hadn’t succeeded yet.

Hearing this, the Yang Guan Thief gave a dry chuckle. “You’ve sealed my heart meridian, preventing me from circulating my energy. I cannot escape. But have you considered: Moving like this, how long will it take to reach Mount Huang, where the Red Lotus Sect resides? As soon as we encounter anyone from the Jianghu, I can spread the word far and wide. Then, when they swarm you from all sides, you’ll be overwhelmed. That will be my chance to slip away. So, if you want me to talk willingly, the best thing is to offer something in exchange.”

Qin Tangguan laughed. “Truly worthy of a thief’s pedigree. Always unwilling to take a loss.”

The Yang Guan Thief retorted, “The thing I mentioned costs you nothing—you merely seize it, and we all rejoice. You wouldn’t lose out either.”

Qin Tangguan said: “Both of these items belong to the Red Lotus Sect. How could I seize them for you! Besides, you are a man without honor, and I cannot trust you.” Yang Guan Thief replied: “There is honor among thieves. If I say I’ll exchange them, I will.” Qin Tangguan countered: “But back when you were poisoned, it was I who cured you, saving your life today. Why wouldn’t you give me the thing then?”

Yang Guan Thief stated seriously: “First, when you saved me, you never asked for it. Second, I owe you only my life, nothing more. If you want it, take it. But the item… don’t even think about it.”

Qin Tangguan laughed: “You little rascal, truly a soul who values wealth over life. Let me ask you, what use is wealth to you once your life is gone!”

Yang Guan Thief retorted: “What use is life once your wealth is gone!”

Qin Tangguan said: “Keep your life to seek wealth anew! You must understand, while treasures in this world are countless, a life is only once.” Yang Guan Thief was undeterred: “My wealth is entirely won with my life. To lose it and labor vainly to regain it is meaningless—just wasting life.”

Their debate sounded rather novel. Since ancient times, men die for wealth as birds perish for food. Yang Guan Thief had clearly taken this notion a step further.

Knowing the thief wouldn’t relent, Qin Tangguan didn’t press the argument. Instead, he smiled: “In any case, you’re in my hands now. You go where I lead. That’s called only the strong prevail.” Yang Guan Thief sneered: “No matter who you hand me to, without my item in exchange, there’s nothing.”

Listening to them bicker, Gu Fengchen kept pondering: What had Yang Guan Thief obtained that Qin Tangguan cared so deeply about? He said both items belonged to the Red Lotus Sect. Was what Yang Guan Thief wanted him to steal the very Earth Evasion Armor? And what did Yang Guan Thief possess that required such a treasure as the Earth Evasion Armor for trade?

Suddenly, Gu Fengchen understood: It must be the Heaven-Defying Formula! That day after he finished practice, the formula had disappeared. Qin Tangguan treasured this formula like his own life; he would surely stop at nothing to retrieve it. From this, it seemed Yang Guan Thief was the one who had snatched it.

Considering this, Gu Fengchen involuntarily tightened his grip on the box in his hand. He knew if Qin Tangguan found out, he would fight desperately to take back the Earth Evasion Armor.

Just then, Gu Fengchen felt an inexplicable sensation wash over him. Every hair on his back suddenly stood on end.

Killing intent!

Simultaneously, his ears caught an extremely faint rustling—like the beating wings of a bat—coming from the large tree behind them.

Someone was sneaking up.

It was clear this person’s stealth skill was exceptional. If not for Gu Fengchen possessing the Heaven-Defying Divine Art, which had awakened his own primal, beast-like potential, the subtle noises this intruder made would have blended perfectly with the wind rustling the leaves, rendering him undetectable.

Gu Fengchen silently raised his vigilance. He and Qing’er had climbed the tree earlier and hidden themselves well. The person behind might not have spotted them yet. The rustling had stopped now; the intruder seemed to be observing something. Gu Fengchen hoped it wasn’t him and Qing’er they were searching for.

Qin Tangguan seemed oblivious to the anomaly. He pulled out some wine from Qing’er’s bundle, opened it to drink, then paused, his eyes shifting, and put it back. Obviously fearing poison. Ever since Guo Jiangfeng and the Twin Shades of the Netherworld had discovered his hiding place and poisoned him, a host of enemies had pursued him relentlessly. Were it not for the Twin Shades’ potent toxins, he, Qin Tangguan, would not have been so disgraced. Though they had shaken the pursuers for now, caution couldn’t be discarded.

He rummaged through the bundle again, found nothing else noteworthy, and tossed it aside. Leading the horse over to the fire, he said to Yang Guan Thief: “We can ride the horses for the journey ahead.” Yang Guan Thief asked: “Leave now?” Qin Tangguan affirmed: “Exactly. We’ve already missed the Treasure Hunt Heroes’ Meeting. But our sect’s people might not have left Hangzhou yet. We’ll enter the city now.”

With that, he handed the reins of one horse to Yang Guan Thief: “Though you can’t channel inner force, you should still be able to swing a whip.”

Hearing this, Qing’er frowned and looked towards Gu Fengchen. Gu Fengchen shook his head slightly: Give them the horses if necessary, but absolutely do not reveal yourselves.

Yang Guan Thief reached out to take the reins and began to mount. Qin Tangguan stopped him: “Wait a moment. We’d be riding off with other people’s horses without a word. That would make us thieves. There is honor among thieves, after all.”

He scanned the surroundings, walked up to a large tree, drew his dagger, and cut off a piece of bark from it. He addressed Yang Guan Thief: “I’ll carve some words, then we’ll go…” Raising the dagger, he made to trace characters on the wood.

But this action was merely a feint. As he gestured with the dagger, a cold gleam suddenly shot from it towards the large tree where Gu Fengchen and Qing’er were hidden.

The dagger flew as Qin Tangguan’s fierce shout echoed: “Stop skulking in the shadows! Come out!”

Gu Fengchen was startled. Had Qin Tangguan discovered him? Or Qing’er? It appeared his skill was formidable; neither of them had made a sound. How had he detected them?

The dagger flew with lightning speed, reaching them in an instant. Qing’er also recoiled in alarm, instinctively shrinking back to avoid it. But Gu Fengchen was faster, pressing a hand on her shoulder to stop her from moving. At that very moment, the dagger whistled past Gu Fengchen’s scalp and hurtled towards the tree behind them. A loud rustle erupted amid the branches and leaves as a figure shot out—like an exceedingly nimble monkey—inverting itself to hang from the tree. Its limbs pushed off from the trunk with a sharp whoosh, propelling it backwards onto the ground.

This figure’s movements were not only blindingly fast but also bizarrely inhuman, truly ape-like. As it straightened up, illuminated by the firelight, both Gu Fengchen and Qing’er clearly saw the man. They exchanged a glance, eyes filled with confusion.

The newcomer was none other than the mysteriously enigmatic Wan Xiaolou. He held the dagger pinched between his fingers, a thin stream of blood trickling down from the grip.

In such a night—the wilds silent, a blue moon hanging high, shadowed woods all around—the sudden appearance of someone like Wan Xiaolou sent a shiver even down the spine of Qin Tangguan, a man famed for his reckless courage who knew no fear. Yang Guan Thief also visibly paled, for Wan Xiaolou’s appearance was genuinely terrifying. Were it not for his human clothing, one might easily mistake him for a demon spirit escaped from the gates of hell.

Gu Fengchen was also puzzled. Since the start of this Treasure Hunt Heroes’ Meeting, Wan Xiaolou hadn’t shown himself. That itself wasn’t strange; it suited his character. But after the meeting dispersed, why had he come alone to this place?

Only Qing’er understood the reason. She knew of Wan Xiaolou’s devoted love for her, and she also knew of his fondness for grand spectacles. He was bound to attend this Heroes’ Gathering and, driven by a desire to catch a glimpse of her, had been secretly observing. If this were indeed the case, then her hiding behind the grassy slope would surely have been noticed by him long ago. Consequently, her assistance to Gu Fengchen could not have escaped his notice. However, Qing’er was equally certain that even if Wan Xiaolou knew of this, he would never bring it to her father’s attention. She had that conviction.

Now, without uttering a word, Wan Xiaolou advanced slowly towards Qin Tangguan, his claw-like hands gradually rising, poised to strike at any moment. Having recovered his Internal Energy, Qin Tangguan possessed astonishingly keen hearing. Just as Gu Fengchen sensed someone approaching stealthily, Qin Tangguan had noticed it too. He refrained from showing any sign until he was certain of Wan Xiaolou’s location, then abruptly launched a surprise attack. As for Gu Fengchen and Qing’er, they made no movement and emitted no trace of hostility. Thus, despite Qin Tangguan’s formidable martial prowess, his focus remained entirely fixed on Wan Xiaolou near that tree, causing him to overlook the two.

Qin Tangguan did not recognize Wan Xiaolou. Seeing only intense animosity directed towards him, he assumed this was another pursuer. He remained silent, concentrating intently on defense.

Gu Fengchen understood that both opponents were highly skilled; an immediate resolution seemed unlikely. Desiring to leave but hindered by the need for stillness, and with the horse below, he suppressed his impatience, deciding to observe a while longer.

Wan Xiaolou stopped five feet from Qin Tangguan and stood motionless, his eyes unblinkingly fixed, seemingly searching for an opening. Qin Tangguan, however, merely stood casually, appearing utterly defenseless. Yet, it was precisely this air of nonchalance that compelled Wan Xiaolou to refrain from attacking rashly.

Wan Xiaolou had practically grown up in the wilds in his youth, witnessing countless scenes of animals hunting. The most profound memories were of tigers and leopards stalking prey. When those predators fixated on their quarry, they never charged impulsively. Instead, they inched forward, concealing themselves within the grass to avoid alerting their target. Only upon reaching the optimal distance would they explode into action, seizing their prey in the shortest time possible.

An intensely feral nature resided within him, thus before launching an attack, he would always first seek an opening. If no flaw presented itself, he would wait indefinitely. In terms of endurance, there was undoubtedly no man under heaven who could surpass Wan Xiaolou.

Qin Tangguan, however, behaved with indifference. He even tilted his head to gaze at the bright moon in the sky, appearing completely unconcerned about the formidable adversary before him. Meanwhile, the Yang Guan Thief, holding the horse, retreated further and further away, evidently preparing to slip off.

Suddenly, Qin Tangguan ducked low and surged forward. In the blink of an eye, he was upon the Yang Guan Thief. Extending a finger, he struck the man down onto the ground.

Clearly, Qin Tangguan had no intention of allowing him to escape.

The moment Qin Tangguan moved, so did Wan Xiaolou.

Wan Xiaolou moved with the speed and ferocity of a leopard pouncing. He leaped bodily through the air, his hands like claws, aiming a fierce grip at Qin Tangguan.

Qin Tangguan had just toppled the Yang Guan Thief when Wan Xiaolou arrived. Qin Tangguan seemed to anticipate this opportunity; he was prepared. Ducking low, he darted beneath the horse’s belly. Wan Xiaolou’s grasping claws narrowly missed piercing Qin Tangguan’s back, finding only the horse’s stomach instead of his target.

Under the grasp of another, ten bloody holes would surely have rent the horse’s belly upon such a missed strike, resulting from uncontrollable momentum. But Wan Xiaolou had exceptional hand control. His ten fingers merely brushed the horse’s hide so lightly upon missing their mark that not a single hair was disturbed; he managed to dissipate the force perfectly.

Qin Tangguan promptly initiated his counterattack. His movements resembled a dead leaf fluttering in the wind. Grabbing the saddle with one hand to brace himself, his body inverted itself. Flipping lithely over the horse’s back, his twin palms struck downward towards the crown of Wan Xiaolou’s head.

Thus, the two men fought fiercely around the horse, circling and exchanging lightning-fast, perilous blows where the slightest misstep would be fatal. Yet throughout the conflict, the horse remained standing placidly nearby, entirely unharmed.

Gu Fengchen and Qing’er watched intently, each lost in their own thoughts. Gu Fengchen’s sole wish was for the fight to conclude swiftly. Yet, because Qin Tangguan was Lian’er’s grandfather, he couldn’t help but fear the man might lose to Wan Xiaolou. Qing’er earnestly hoped Wan Xiaolou would quickly defeat the old man and leave this place.

Suddenly, a strange cry erupted from the fight, followed immediately by the scream of a horse. Wan Xiaolou had clawed the horse’s neck, leaving five distinct bloody punctures. As he withdrew his hand, spurred by his surging Internal Energy, five jets of horse blood shot forth like arrows straight at Qin Tangguan.

Though aware this blood wouldn’t harm him, Qin Tangguan couldn’t simply let it shower him ignominiously. Gritting his teeth and summoning his Internal Energy, he unleashed his palm strength and thrust forward with a mighty whoosh. The jets of blood exploded against his force, scattering into countless small droplets that flew in all directions, many spattering onto Wan Xiaolou himself.

Wan Xiaolou, unconcerned with appearances, had only sought to divert Qin Tangguan’s attention and force him to use his strength defensively. With that accomplished, success was his. Crouching swiftly, he grabbed hold of the Yang Guan Thief still on the ground, hoisted him up, and sprinted away at full speed.

Qin Tangguan instantly realized the other man’s true target: the Yang Guan Thief. He would not be denied! He launched himself after them in intense pursuit.

Behind them, the grievously wounded horse gave a final, agonized whinny and collapsed.

Wan Xiaolou tucked the Yang Guan Thief securely under his arm. Then, leaning forward, using his feet and one free hand planted on the ground, he ran swiftly – his posture awkward and unnatural, reminiscent of a fleeing ape. Nonetheless, his speed was astonishing. In a moment, he reached the edge of the forest. Qin Tangguan, chasing empty-handed and possessing profound Internal Energy, began closing the gap. Initially lagging a zhang (about ten feet) behind, he narrowed the distance to merely two feet from Wan Xiaolou.

Qin Tangguan reached out his palm, striking at the vulnerable point between Wan Xiaolou’s shoulder blades.

Wan Xiaolou paid no heed to the attack on his back. He reached the tree where Gu Fengchen and Qing’er were hiding. Snatching up a large stone from the ground, he hurled it upwards with a whoosh. The stone struck the branch supporting Gu Fengchen’s perch.

With a sharp CRACK!, the branch snapped. Taken completely by surprise, Gu Fengchen and Qing’er felt the support vanish beneath their feet. Both possessed excellent lightness skills and instinctively reacted. They leaped nimbly into the air and descended together.

As a result, they landed directly on the path between Wan Xiaolou and Qin Tangguan. Qin Tangguan’s force-driven palm strike was now targeting Gu Fengchen! Undeterred and unwilling to halt his momentum, Qin Tangguan unleashed its full power. Gu Fengchen had no choice but to muster his Divine Kung Fu, bracing himself to meet the blow head-on.

One hand gripped the Earth Evasion Armor box; the other surged forth to intercept Qin Tangguan’s palm. BOOM! A massive collision echoed, staggering both men backward by two steps each.

By this moment, Wan Xiaolou had already rushed far into the forest, vanishing into the thick woods with the Yang Guan Thief tucked under his arm. His voice rang out mockingly from afar: “The Earth Evasion Armor is in that man’s hand! Who will you choose to chase…? Hahaha…!”

Qin Tangguan had been completely unaware of the two figures concealed in the tree. After the palm strike connected and his target disappeared, his intent was merely to vault over Gu Fengchen to continue the chase. But hearing Wan Xiaolou’s words, his eyes instinctively swept over Gu Fengchen – and the distinctive armor box became clearly visible to his sharp gaze.

Qin Tangguan knew this box very well. As an important figure of the Red Lotus Sect, he had seen it before. Ever since Lady Xueyi had stolen the Earth Evasion Armor, no trace of it had resurfaced. Ten long years disappeared in this way – he never expected to see it now, held in Gu Fengchen’s hands!

In that instant, myriad thoughts raced through Qin Tangguan’s mind. It seemed the Treasure Hunt Heroes’ Meeting had concluded, and the victor stood right before him. If so… did this mean the Red Lotus Sect had suffered defeat? What of their losses… how severe were the casualties?

At almost the same moment, Qin Tangguan had made up his mind: though the Heaven-Defying Formula was important, no one had mastered it in a century. Generations of Red Lotus Sect Leaders, all exceptionally talented and intelligent, had still failed to reach its ninth layer. That strange man probably couldn’t reveal its whereabouts—even if he did, successfully cultivating it seemed impossible. But this Earth Evasion Armor was different. Anyone could wear it. Once donned, not only did it render them invulnerable to blades and spears, it could also neutralize Internal Energy. Possessing it practically multiplied one’s strength several times over. Therefore, seizing this treasured armor was the immediate priority.

Furthermore, retrieving the armor would count as a meritorious deed before the Red Lotus Sect Leader, slightly offsetting the blunder of losing the Heaven-Defying Formula.

With that, Qin Tangguan stopped paying any mind to Wan Xiaolou. Swinging both palms with a whoosh of wind, he launched a fierce assault at Gu Fengchen. Gu Fengchen, holding the precious armor with one hand, could only fend off the attack single-handedly. His moves were unrefined, unable to fully block the onslaught, so he kept retreating. He thought of discarding the armor, but feared it might fall into Qin Tangguan’s grasp, making it impossible to retrieve later.

Stuck in this dilemma, Qing’er finally made her move.

Her strike was bizarre. A flash of silver light came from Qing’er’s hand as a large net flew out, draping towards Qin Tangguan.

Qin Tangguan had roamed the Martial World (Jianghu) for decades; there was scarcely any unique weapon he hadn’t encountered. Unfazed, he diverted one palm to continue his attacks on Gu Fengchen while freeing his other hand to snatch at the net.

Though he lacked the Eagle Claw Technique of the Wan father and son, his Internal Energy was astonishingly powerful. Grappling with a young girl like Qing’er should have been effortless.

Qing’er saw Qin Tangguan reach for the net as soon as it flew out. A faint, cold smile touched her lips. She didn’t pull it back, letting him grasp a rope firmly.

Qin Tangguan gripped the net rope, intending to yank it back and rip it from her grasp. However, several sharp steel hooks suddenly sprang from the rope! Their needle-like edges, driven by the net’s momentum, slashed viciously towards his wrist!

Qing’er’s net was indeed extraordinary—laced with ingenious mechanisms. These steel hooks usually lay concealed. Yet, when Qing’er infused it with her Internal Energy, the hooks would shoot out, lethally efficient.

Qin Tangguan hadn’t anticipated this. Thankfully, his vision scanned all directions. While focused on confronting Gu Fengchen, he still caught sight of the hooks darting towards him. Swift as lightning, he withdrew his hand, leaving only a single fingertip hooked onto one net rope.

His intention was crystal clear: even with one finger, he’d wrench this net away from her.

Qing’er felt a formidable force surge up the net. She knew that with even the slightest weakening of her grip, Qin Tangguan would wrench it away. So, she let go with his pull, allowing the entire net to unfurl like a shark spreading its maw, every steel hook bristling upright.

A seasoned warrior who’d faced countless dangers, Qin Tangguan reacted instantly. Seeing the net enveloping him, he roared and threw a palm strike, driving Gu Fengchen back a few paces first. Then he pivoted, seized two net ropes with both hands, and channeled forty percent of his strength into a powerful, opposing tug.

He meant to rip the ropes apart.

Given Qin Tangguan’s hand strength, tearing apart fine netting like this? Even a hemp rope the thickness of a forearm would have snapped instantly under such force. That he used forty percent strength already implied he recognized this net’s rope was no ordinary cord.

But against all his expectations, that pull—possessing the force of a thousand catties—failed utterly. The rope, as slender as a little finger, showed not a hint of strain!

Qin Tangguan’s shock was beyond measure.

His astonishment still fresh, Qing’er’s net was already descending, threatening to trap him completely. Unfamiliar with its true nature and wary, Qin Tangguan dared not catch it again. Instead, he twisted his body aside, dodging.

His target remained Gu Fengchen—or more precisely, Gu Fengchen’s Earth Evasion Armor.

How could Gu Fengchen not understand this? Yet he wished to avoid a death struggle with Qin Tangguan. Keeping a single palm up to ward off the frantic attacks, he shouted, “Senior Qin, hold! It’s me!”

Qin Tangguan hadn’t recognized Gu Fengchen. Firstly, time had passed, and he’d been chased relentlessly by martial artists lately, unable to remember every face. Secondly, when they last parted, Gu Fengchen had been all but dead! Who could have anticipated this man before him—skilled enough to seize the Earth Evasion Armor—was the very same one?

Hearing the shout, Qin Tangguan sneered coldly, “Correct! You’re exactly who I’m striking!” His assault didn’t waver in the slightest. Qing’er attacked from behind with her net. This time, Qin Tangguan didn’t engage it directly, opting instead to dodge and weave, avoiding its grasp entirely. Locked in fierce combat with Gu Fengchen, Qing’er also hesitated to unleash her net at full power, worried she might inadvertently trap Gu Fengchen within it and botch things even worse.

The trio fought intensely through about twenty exchanges. Gu Fengchen grew impatient and cried out urgently, “Open your eyes! I’m the one who saved Lian’er!”

Qin Tangguan faltered instantly. “You?!” Gu Fengchen leapt back three feet. “It is me!” Qin Tangguan halted his offensive stance. “Very well. I’ll spare you now. Hand over the armor.” Gu Fengchen refused firmly, “Impossible. I need this armor for an urgent matter. Lives are at stake the moment I give it to you.” Qin Tangguan chuckled coldly, “This was always Red Lotus Sect property. I’m already extending mercy by not condemning your theft outright. Don’t force my hand.”

Gu Fengchen replied, “The situation leaves me no choice. I absolutely cannot.”

Qin Tangguan’s voice turned ice-cold. “Then I offer no further courtesy!” With this, he stepped forward. His feet seemed to land simultaneously, bringing him instantly before Gu Fengchen—truly ghost-like. Twin palms thrust out violently.

With no other recourse, Gu Fengchen tossed the armored box towards Qing’er. Then, mustering the Heaven-Defying Divine Art, he met Qin Tangguan’s palms with a devastating strike of his own.

Boom! The collision resounded. This time, Qin Tangguan gained no edge. Instead, the immense force knocked him staggering back three full steps! Gu Fengchen remained standing firm.

Qin Tangguan stared, stunned. Throughout their previous clash, he’d sensed this man possessed strong Internal Energy, though slightly inferior to his own. Unbeknownst to him, Gu Fengchen had never intended to fight seriously earlier. He’d assumed that revealing his identity would make Qin Tangguan back off. But the old man proved stubbornly fixated on reclaiming the Treasure Armor—spurring Gu Fengchen’s own fury into unleashing his full power in that single palm strike.

The difference was stark: one man striking half-heartedly with contempt, the other filled with righteous anger. Therefore, Qin Tangguan, unprepared for the full force, was sent reeling.

Gu Fengchen knew Qin Tangguan wouldn’t just let it go. If forced into an all-out battle, Qing’er’s presence would only become a hindrance. He called out to her sharply, “Go! Wait for me at Yu Bridge.”

Qing’er was very intelligent and acknowledged with a yes, saying “Got it,” before leaping toward the remaining horse. Qin Tangguan turned to pursue her, but was intercepted by Gu Fengchen who rushed forward to entangle him.

This time Gu Fengchen exerted his full strength in sparring with Qin Tangguan. Although Qin Tangguan’s martial skills were extraordinary, Gu Fengchen’s vigorous Internal Energy infused each palm strike with such immense force and weight that Qin Tangguan had no choice but to block them. Therefore, it became particularly difficult for Qin Tangguan to shake off Gu Fengchen.

Over there, Qing’er, with her agile movement, quickly jumped onto the horse. Orienting herself in the right direction, she spurred the horse into a gallop while carrying the box containing the Earth Evasion Armor.

Qin Tangguan flew into a furious rage, pouring out all his strength and employing his signature palm technique, “Qin Moon and Han Pass.” This palm art differed from most others prevalent in the Jianghu (Martial World). He separated his palms; one high and one low. The upper palm resembled a bright moon suspended high, casting a serene radiance down below. The lower palm was akin to a mighty fortress pass, shielding him utterly securely, impervious to even the fiercest attacks. This technique was Qin Tangguan’s unique secret skill, rarely ever used. He hadn’t even employed it when surrounded by many skilled fighters before. Now, facing the formidable barrier that was Gu Fengchen, he finally unleashed this ultimate move to break through.

Sure enough, even with Gu Fengchen’s profound Internal Energy, he had never encountered such a sophisticated palm technique and immediately found himself at a severe disadvantage. He felt unsure whether to attack or defend. If he attacked, his opponent’s defense was impenetrable; the upper palm above him felt like a sword hanging over his head, poised to deliver a fatal blow at any second. If he defended, he couldn’t recklessly strike out, thus surrendering the initiative to Qin Tangguan, who might then dash past him at any moment to pursue Qing’er.

It was only a slight hesitation, but Qin Tangguan spotted the flaw. His right upper palm feinted for a downward strike. Gu Fengchen brought both palms up to block it. Little did he expect that halfway through the motion, Qin Tangguan abruptly twisted his wrist, transforming his palm into a knife-like strike that slipped between Gu Fengchen’s palms and chopped towards his skull like an axe. The change was incredibly swift. Unable to adjust his stance in time, Gu Fengchen could only utilize the power of the Heaven-Defying Divine Art, bending backward until the back of his head almost touched the ground. Seizing this opportunity, Qin Tangguan leaped, soaring over Gu Fengchen’s body.

But that wasn’t all. As Qin Tangguan passed over Gu Fengchen’s chest and abdomen, he stomped down viciously towards his belly. If that kick landed, Gu Fengchen’s internal organs would surely shatter, resulting in immediate death. Seeing the danger, Gu Fengchen urgently crossed his hands to shield his chest. Qin Tangguan’s kick struck squarely on his palms, sparing Gu Fengchen the horror of having his belly pierced.

Taking advantage of this stepping motion, Qin Tangguan surged upward and leaped once more, sailing over Gu Fengchen like a bolt of gray lightning, racing off in the direction Qing’er had fled.

Gu Fengchen sprang back to his feet, inwardly cursing his luck. Qin Tangguan might not match him in Internal Energy, but his move precision and adaptability far surpassed his own. His decades of renown were not undeserved; he truly possessed skills beyond ordinary men. There were no other options now; he could only give chase as swiftly as possible.

Anxiety gripped Gu Fengchen. If Qin Tangguan caught up to Qing’er, he might resort to killing. While Qing’er’s weapon was strange, it was ultimately no match for Qin Tangguan’s decades of skill. Not only would the Treasure Armor be lost, but Qing’er’s life would likely be forfeited too. Thinking this, he pushed his feet to their absolute limit, desperate to catch Qin Tangguan.

Thus, the three weren’t far apart. Qing’er had the earliest start and the best horse, so when Qin Tangguan reached the main road, the horse was already several arrow-shot distances ahead. Gu Fengchen himself trailed Qin Tangguan by about two arrow-shot lengths. Man and beast raced forward with all their might.

Now, dark clouds had risen in the sky, veiling the moonlight and plunging the ground into deeper darkness.

Gu Fengchen had already fought throughout the day and had just expended his true power against Qin Tangguan. Though he possessed the Heaven-Defying Divine Art, he could not sustain it indefinitely. His running pace gradually slowed. His chest felt increasingly heavy, as if pressed by a boulder. Filled with urgency, he tried to gather his qi and pursue tighter. This only worsened his condition. Blood and qi surged chaotically in his chest, and flashing golden stars began to dance before his eyes.

Therefore, he could only watch helplessly as Qin Tangguan ahead grew more and more distant, unable to muster even an ounce more speed himself.

The wide road wound around a bend, flanked by a stretch of wormwood grass that reached chest height. Just as Gu Fengchen ran past this point, a soft voice called from within the grass: “Hey, over here quickly…”

It was unmistakably Qing’er’s voice. Gu Fengchen’s heart leaped with joy, and he quickly looked towards the sound. He saw Qing’er peeking her head out from the grass and beckoning him. Gu Fengchen took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent heat in his chest, and jumped into the thick grass.

Seeing he had arrived, Qing’er gave a “hee hee” laugh and brandished the box in her hand, saying: “So? Brilliant tactic, feinting to the east and striking in the west, right? The old fellow took the bait.”

It dawned on Gu Fengchen then. As soon as she’d rounded the bend, Qing’er had dismounted the horse and hidden in the grass. Qin Tangguan, single-mindedly pursuing the galloping horse, hadn’t noticed. Moreover, with the dark clouds now obscuring the moonlight, he couldn’t clearly see if anyone was still on the horse and thus fell for the deception.

Qing’er was very pleased with herself. Gu Fengchen asked, “How fast is that horse really? What if he catches up quickly and comes back?” Qing’er replied, “Relax. It’s running extraordinarily fast today. At least twice its normal speed. Because I stabbed it in the butt with a knife.”

Gu Fengchen curled his lip and shook his head slightly.

Qing’er grabbed his arm. “Let’s change direction. There’s a shortcut. I scoped it out thoroughly on the way here.” Gu Fengchen followed her into the wilderness. Sure enough, within the wooded groves was an exceptionally well-concealed small path. He couldn’t help but admire her: “You’re very meticulous. That you could even spot this.” Qing’er said, “Not really. It’s just a habit of mine. Whenever I arrive somewhere new, I always look around at the lay of the land and geography first. Maybe it’s because I’m feeling scared, constantly thinking about escape routes. Hee hee.”

Gu Fengchen remarked, “To my eyes, that’s not cowardice; it’s the strategy of an expert warrior. You’re really something.” Qing’er replied, “I wouldn’t go that far. It’s just… if someone dares to play mind games with me, they end up dying very horribly.”

Hearing this, a shadow inexplicably passed over Gu Fengchen’s heart, and his expression subtly darkened. He focused his gaze intently upon Qing’er. She appeared flushed with excitement, her eyes brimming with innocence, evidently still basking in the joy of her successful ruse. How could a girl like this… inspire a feeling of fear? Gu Fengchen couldn’t quite grasp it himself at that moment.

Not hearing a response from him, Qing’er turned to look. She saw Gu Fengchen staring at her, incredibly complex emotions flickering deep within his eyes. She paused in slight surprise, immediately sensing his troubled thoughts. Smiling, she said: “Feeling scared? I won’t hurt you.”

Gu Fengchen sighed. “Who can really know? Perhaps you are scheming against me.”

Qing’er stopped walking upon hearing this. She faced him directly, looking straight into his eyes, and pronounced each word clearly: “I told you I won’t harm you. Even if I did resort to scheming against you, it would be for your own good. I can swear an oath on it.”

Gu Fengchen shook his head. “There’s no need for oaths. Heaven will judge in its own way. I just don’t understand… why are you helping me? If I recall correctly, the very first time you saw me, you offered to help me rescue someone on Mount Huang. And you’re helping me now… what is your true purpose?”

Qing’er asked, “Do you suspect I have another motive?”

Gu Fengchen said, “I have no ground to suspect someone who has done me kindnesses without cause. I just don’t comprehend. I, Gu, have re-entered the Jianghu alone, solely hoping to accomplish my own affairs and then return to my hometown to take up blacksmithing, withdrawing forever. I am a mere nobody with no power or influence. Why are so many people so deeply entangled with me—some wanting to help, others wanting to coerce? I truly cannot fathom it.”

Qing’er sighed as he spoke with sincerity. “I will certainly tell you about this, but for now… we must shake off that old man first.”

Without horses, the two could only rely on their lightness skills. Qing’er had already removed the bells from her ankles to avoid detection by Qin Tangguan, and now her movements were swift and agile. Gu Fengchen took the box, strapping it onto his back. His lightness footwork originated from Shaolin, and now enhanced by the incredible Heaven-Defying Divine Art, it was extraordinary. With just one large stride, he covered over ten feet.

After running for a while, Qing’er began to tire. After all, she was a young woman; her Internal Energy was insufficient and she wasn’t suited for long-distance sprinting. Gu Fengchen smiled faintly. “Apologies,” he said before bending down and lifting her onto his back. He broke into a powerful run. Qing’er could only hear the wind whistling past her ears—it was truly swifter than riding a fast horse.

Gu Fengchen ran dozens of miles before finally slowing down. Qing’er hopped down. “Let’s rest for a bit,” she said. “That old man doesn’t know where we are; he can’t catch up now.”

Just then, the clouds parted, revealing the moon which cast its clear glow across thousands of miles. The surrounding wilderness was deathly still, the flat forest indistinct in the distance. At some point, a layer of mist had risen from the ground, hazy and drifting. Bathed in the moonlight, it shimmered like half silver waves, half cloud—a sight so ethereal it seemed no longer of this mortal world.

Gu Fengchen was enchanted in his gaze. Having lived this long, it was actually the first time he had witnessed such breathtaking beauty. He suddenly felt refreshed and relaxed, utterly transported. He felt as if his whole self might melt into the mist.

Qing’er was also captivated by the scene. After looking for a long while, she sighed softly. “It’s so beautiful… like a dream.”

Gu Fengchen agreed. “Indeed. If there were also a jar of fine wine in this dream, I’d gladly dream on forever.” Qing’er instinctively patted around her side and wailed in dismay. “Oh no! I didn’t bring any food! It’s all still back by the fire pit!” Gu Fengchen shook his head gently. “One always craves more.”

“That’s my fault,” Qing’er admitted. “Since there’s no wine to be had, how about I sing you a song instead?” Gu Fengchen chuckled. “Aren’t you afraid it might attract someone else?” Qing’er retorted, “And what if it does! Hearing singing in the wilderness in the dead of night? Whoever hears it would flee rather than approach!”

Gu Fengchen laughed. “True enough! If it were me, I’d certainly run far away to keep my soul intact!” Qing’er shot him a glare. “Are you subtly calling me a ghost?” Gu Fengchen replied, “Not at all! Ghosts are rarely as spirited and lovely as you. A fairy among clouds, perhaps? But be aware, ordinary mortals seeing a fairy maiden can also become entranced.”

Qing’er rolled her eyes, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Hmph, you have a silver tongue. Now hush, I’m going to sing.”

Then, facing the vast expanse of dense white mist, she began to sing softly:

The moon in the sky seems to mock me so,

Neither high nor low, perched on the willow’s bough.

Neither bright nor dim, you shine on me below,

Oh clear light, don’t laugh at me, observe your own form!

For far too many days you are incomplete,

Far too few your days to ever be sweet.

As the last notes faded, their mournful echo lingered in the wilderness. Gu Fengchen instantly felt his heart grow still. Qing’er’s song held a strange magic, something one could lose oneself in, forgetting everything. The meaning of her lyrics was clear, carrying a faint melancholy, yet this melancholy wasn’t heavy or resigned. Instead, it held a kind of longing, a kind of hope.

For a long time afterward, the two of them stood in silence.

Gu Fengchen finally drew a deep breath. “That was… truly beautiful. It’s the first time I’ve heard such a lovely song.” Qing’er said softly, “It’s also the first time I’ve sung that song for someone else. Before, I used to sing it alone… with no one to praise it.” Gu Fengchen smiled. “Trust me, anyone who heard it would praise it far better than I could. If you want me to say something clever… well, I’m at a loss for words.”

Qing’er replied, “It’s enough. I’ve heard the most beautiful compliments before, but they were all insincere, fake… given with ulterior motives. Only you… are truly listening…”

Gu Fengchen was taken aback. He turned his head to look at her just as she turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and the sudden connection felt awkward. They both quickly looked away.

Qing’er coughed lightly twice and pulled at Gu Fengchen’s arm. “We should go.”

They no longer hurried, reasoning that with the armor secured, returning before the 20th of the month was sufficient. There were still three days left, plenty of time. They moved cautiously, napping briefly before dawn, then avoided main roads, taking only hidden trails towards Qingmiao Town.

Qin Tangguan was luckily not encountered again along the way, as he had no way of knowing their destination to give chase. Passing through a marketplace, Qing’er bought two horses, finally relieving them of the hardship of walking.

By the afternoon of the next day, they were approaching Qingmiao Town. Throughout the journey, Gu Fengchen had been frowning deeply, burdened with worry. Qing’er found a hidden spot to rest, and the two sat beneath a tree. Qing’er asked, “You’re worried they won’t honour the deal, aren’t you? I have an idea.”

Gu Fengchen said, “I am listening.”

Qing’er laid it out. “You go into the town alone. Just hand over the armor. I’ll stay outside and keep watch. If they adhere to the rules and release your friend, fine. But if they try anything underhanded, give me a signal. I’ll discreetly follow them, find out where their hideout is. Then you come sweep in with your divine might, snatch back the armor and rescue your friend. How’s that?”

Gu Fengchen thought for a moment. “It’s a sound plan. But how do I signal you? Surely I can’t just shout into the sky?”

Qing’er pulled something out from behind her and handed it to Gu Fengchen. “Figured that out for you ages ago. Here.”

Gu Fengchen looked down. It was a pearl, about the size of an egg, fiery red in hue. “What is this?” he asked. Qing’er explained, “This is called the Rainbow Cloud Pearl. A Jianghu friend gave it to me. Inside it is a fire-thunder bead about the size of a grape. To use it, you just smash it hard against the ground. When the bead explodes, the red substance coating it bursts into a plume of red smoke so dense even the wind can’t blow it away. If they don’t release your friend, you shatter this. I’ll see the smoke and will follow them secretly. Not bad, eh?”

Gu Fengchen took the Rainbow Cloud Pearl and tucked it inside his robe, smiling. “Clever scheme. I count myself lucky indeed to have met you, Miss. Had it just been me, one hand clapping… things would have been very bad.”

Qing’er patted her chest confidently. “Exactly! This is what happens when you encounter a true helper! Exceedingly fortunate!”

Gu Fengchen took a deep breath. “I sincerely hope… I don’t need to smash this pearl.”

Later that day, nearing dusk, Gu Fengchen rode alone into Qingmiao Town. Reaching outside the inn, he tossed down his riding crop, picked up the box, and strode inside.

Hearing footsteps, the proprietor came out. Seeing it was Gu Fengchen, his face lit up with pleasant surprise. “Hero Gu!” he cried out. “You’ve come at last…”

Gu Fengchen grabbed and lifted him into the air, demanding sharply, “You’ve been waiting for me! Then go tell them I’ve arrived—I bring what they want, and they hold what I seek.”

With that, he hurled his arm. The innkeeper tumbled out over a zhang away, landing in a miserable heap. Too afraid to utter a sound, he slipped away like a wisp of smoke.

Gu Fengchen fetched a chair, set it in the courtyard, and sat down with a commanding presence. He placed the armored box beside him and sank into quiet contemplation, steeling himself for what was to come.

The full moon rose again, illuminating the surroundings brightly. Gu Fengchen seemed to have fallen asleep, but suddenly his eyes snapped open. He swept his gaze around and sneered, “No need to surround me from all sides. I am alone.”

Sparse applause broke the silence as the Ghost-Faced Man walked into the courtyard with over a dozen men. Figures also appeared on the surrounding rooftops, yet Hua Yuehen and the others remained unseen.

Gu Fengchen sat as steady as Mount Tai, his cold eyes fixed on the opponent. The Ghost-Faced Man took several steps forward, ceased his clapping, and said, “Master Gu, you truly live up to expectations. Dominating the treasure-seizing tournament, stealing the show entirely—such skill and cunning must be unparalleled in the current Jianghu.”

This thinly veiled praise kindled fury in Gu Fengchen. He knew the Ghost-Faced Man alluded to that spear thrust that wounded Ling Ling, insinuating he’d employed dirty tricks. But Gu Fengchen understood his priorities. He responded with a cold laugh: “Spare me the flattery. The armor you want is here. Where are my people?”

The Ghost-Faced Man folded his arms and remarked casually, “I find myself wondering—now that the armor is here, what could you possibly do if I refuse to release them?” Gu Fengchen shot back, “And what exactly could you do?” The Ghost-Faced Man answered, “I have dozens of skilled men here. We could simply rush you, seize the armor, and then… eliminate Master Gu. A permanent resolution. Clean and efficient.”

Gu Fengchen sneered, “Then why are you waiting?”

The Ghost-Faced Man replied, “I wish to see the armor first. Just in case Master Gu tries something deceptive.” Gu Fengchen roared with laughter: “Confirm its authenticity, and you kill me? Then it is even more certain I won’t let you see it first.” The Ghost-Faced Man also laughed: “Of course, that was but a jest! Master Gu’s martial skills are transcendent; we admire you deeply and would dare not offend!”

He waved a hand. A carriage entered the courtyard. The Ghost-Faced Man himself lifted the curtain, revealing Hua Yuehen and several other women inside, all unconscious.

Gu Fengchen’s face darkened: “Are they unharmed?”

“The scent of knockout incense, nothing more,” the Ghost-Faced Man assured. “I guarantee no one has laid a finger on them these past days. Once I verify the Treasure Armor’s authenticity, we shall withdraw. The antidote will arrive shortly, and then Master Gu will be free, with no obstacles remaining.”

Hearing this, Gu Fengchen asked, “How do you know it’s real? What if, after seeing it, you still cannot tell, or purposefully declare a fake genuine? What then?”

“Master Gu need not worry,” the Ghost-Faced Man said. “Though my own eyesight is poor, my Master’s vision is exceptional. Because he saw this armor at the tournament.”

He then called over his shoulder: “Invite the Master!”

Gu Fengchen was inwardly startled. He hadn’t expected the mastermind himself to appear. He resolved to see what this person looked like.

At the Ghost-Faced Man’s call, a four-wheeled cart was pushed forward. Upon it sat a figure entirely encased in black gauze, the fabric covering head and face completely, leaving not a sliver exposed. Two men pushed the cart from behind—stalwart individuals with piercing eyes, their steady gait instantly marking them as formidable.

As the cart emerged, the crowd parted, clearing a path almost fearfully, keeping a distance of seven or eight feet from the cloaked figure.

The Ghost-Faced Man approached and bent low, whispering near the gauze-covered ear. There was no visible movement from the figure beneath the shroud—only a muffled voice seemed to filter through the fabric. The Ghost-Faced Man nodded repeatedly, then turned a smile towards Gu Fengchen: “The Master requests that you toss the armor over. He will know its truth at a glance.”

With no alternative left, Gu Fengchen threw the box towards the Ghost-Faced Man. Catching it, the man first hefted it, testing for concealed mechanisms. Deeming it safe, he placed it before the shrouded figure and gently lifted the lid.

Lying inside was the genuine armor; nothing like it existed anywhere else in the world.

The Ghost-Faced Man leaned close to the gauze-covered face, seemingly listening. A smile finally spread across his features: “Yes, Your Servant obeys.”

Gu Fengchen demanded, “Is it verified? It is genuine?”

The Ghost-Faced Man beamed: “Master Gu is indeed a man of his word. The armor is authentic. The Master is well pleased.” Gu Fengchen declared, “Then release the hostages.”

Hearing this, the Ghost-Faced Man turned his head, exchanging amused glances with those behind him. The men looked at one another, their expressions brimming with undisguised triumph and mockery. Then a few began to snicker. The courtyard soon filled with scattered giggles—hee hee, ha ha, heh heh—growing louder and more widespread until it erupted into roars of mocking laughter.

Gu Fengchen said icily, “There is nothing amusing.”

The Ghost-Faced Man shoved the armor into the hands of someone behind him, then folded his arms and chuckled: “Master Gu, you must be about twenty-five this year?” Gu Fengchen replied grimly, “Twenty-eight.” The Ghost-Faced Man gave a light laugh: “A man approaching thirty, yet still so ready to trust others’ words? You truly haven’t lived in the Jianghu. You wouldn’t have survived this long if you had.”

A fresh wave of derisive laughter arose from the crowd behind him.

A chilling gleam entered Gu Fengchen’s eyes: “So… you intend to go back on your word? To not release them?”

The Ghost-Faced Man nodded: “You’ve guessed correctly.”

He continued, grinning: “Let me explain my plan to you. With these hostages in hand, we suffer no fear of your vengeance. What’s more… we can compel you to do tasks we desire yet cannot accomplish ourselves. Thus, these women… They truly constitute our protective talismans, our boundless source of wealth. How could we possibly release them so easily?… Ha ha…”

Gu Fengchen roared in anger, “You people have no honor at all! For scum like you to exist in Jianghu, Heaven must be truly blind.” The Ghost-Faced Man remained utterly unmoved. “Curse all you like. When our master has another task for you, someone will naturally come find you. Farewell.”

With a wave of his hand, those pushing his cart turned it around and began to depart. Simultaneously, the carriage carrying Hua Yuehen and the other women also started moving towards the gate.

At that moment, over a dozen husky men burst from the crowd. Each was armed with a powerful crossbow, aimed squarely at Gu Fengchen. The slightest move on his part would unleash a hail of bolts. Moreover, several other skilled fighters stood poised, their hands full of hidden weapons, ready to assault him at any instant.

Secretly gripping the Iris Pearl in his hand, Gu Fengchen suddenly surged upwards. He hooked his chair with a foot and sent it hurtling towards the men with crossbows. The attack was swift as the wind. Before they could shoot, the chair was upon them. In their panic, more than half fired their bolts wildly into the air; the few remaining bolts were easily evaded by Gu Fengchen.

Seeing Gu Fengchen move, they immediately retaliated, unleashing a flurry of hidden weapons. Gu Fengchen had anticipated this. “Behold my Thunderfire Five-Poison Bead!” he shouted, hurling the Iris Pearl into their midst.

The bead exploded.

The Iris Pearl itself was non-poisonous, and the thunderfire charge packed inside it was small, incapable of injuring anyone. However, the intense crimson smoke it belched was utterly terrifying. No one knew the consequences of breathing it in. Instantly, they began holding their breath and scattering frantically in all directions.

Gu Fengchen, fully aware of its secret, took a deep breath and sped forward. He charged directly through the dispersing crowd towards the leader. His aim was to capture this man, hoping to exchange him for the treasure armor and the women, Hua Yuehen among them. Thus, he put forth his utmost strength. In an instant, he was upon the leader, closing in behind him. He launched a double palm strike at the two men pushing the cart.

They were evidently skilled fighters too. But a shroud of crimson smoke now obscured their vision, and they dared not draw breath. In their haste to counter Gu Fengchen’s palms, they couldn’t muster their full power. When palms struck palms, thud thud echoed. The two men were blasted several feet backward by Gu Fengchen’s impact force, colliding with and knocking over another four or five figures.

With this, the leader’s back was now completely exposed to Gu Fengchen, with no obstruction between them. Gu Fengchen exhaled forcefully: “Stay…” Whoosh! He delivered a powerful punch aimed at the leader’s back.

The leader sat atop a small cart. Gu Fengchen reasoned that upon sensing the incoming blow, the man would surely either leap aside to dodge or turn to block it. If he leaped away, Gu’s fist would strike the cart; ideally, he would smash the cart into splinters, using the flying debris to disrupt the leader before pressing his attack amidst the confusion. If the leader turned to defend, Gu Fengchen planned to overwhelm him with his internal energy, wound him, and then seize him.

Reasoning thus, Gu Fengchen poured nine-tenths of his strength into this punch, aiming for a decisive outcome. Simultaneously, his other hand remained slightly lowered, prepared to counter any attack from others.

What unfolded next left Gu Fengchen utterly stunned. Everyone else was preoccupied with scrambling away from the smoke. Remarkably, no one came to their leader’s aid. Perhaps they trusted his kung fu prowess far too much, confident he could handle Gu Fengchen alone.

And the leader himself? He didn’t evade. He didn’t turn. He remained seated, stock-still upon his little cart, presenting his back squarely to Gu Fengchen, poised to take the blow squarely on his spine.

Seeing such arrogance, fury surged within Gu Fengchen. He summoned an extra burst of force, channeling his entire body’s power into the strike.

There was a muffled thud. His fist pierced through the backrest of the cart’s chair and landed solidly upon the leader’s back.

Gu Fengchen had expected a formidable blockade of internal energy, like a massive wall awaiting impact. Yet, the moment his fist met flesh, things felt horribly amiss. Though a trace of internal energy did surge from the leader to meet the blow, it was pathetically weak, inferior even to third-rate martial artists. The torrential, surge-like internal energy contained within Gu Fengchen’s punch smashed effortlessly through the feeble resistance, penetrating deep within the leader’s organs to cause internal damage.

Thud! The leader was sent flying bodily from the cart, clearing a whole ten feet before crashing to the ground. Without so much as a twitch of struggle, he lay still.

Instantly, horrified shock seized the Ghost-Faced Man’s accomplices. Even Gu Fengchen himself froze in place.

He had never imagined their leader would be so utterly… negligible.

The scene plunged into deathly silence. Every eye stared wide.

Although shocked, Gu Fengchen didn’t forget his mission to rescue the women. He charged at the Ghost-Faced Man bellowing, “Hand over the antidote!” and threw a punch. Astonishingly, the Ghost-Faced Man dared not face it directly, darting sideways to avoid the blow. Only then did his followers register the sight; their leader was slain. With a chaotic cry, they utterly scattered, vanishing into the night.

The Ghost-Faced Man desperately dodged several more attacks. Seeing the carriage abandoned on the spot, utterly deserted, he realized the dire situation. In his frantic haste, he yanked a small porcelain vial from his robes and flung it behind Gu Fengchen. “Want the antidote? Then stop hounding me!” he yelled.

Gu Fengchen whirled around and jumped, snatching the vial from the air to prevent it shattering on the ground. Seizing this moment, the Ghost-Faced Man bolted, his figure swiftly disappearing.

He had defeated a powerful faction and dispatched their leader in what seemed like a mere instant. It felt far too easy. Gu Fengchen even felt a flicker of doubt; how could such incompetent-seeming men have captured Hua Yuehen and the others?

He opened the vial. Inside was a single pill, emitting a strange odor – clearly the antidote. He approached the carriage, holding the vial beneath each woman’s nose in turn. After smelling it, Hua Yuehen and the others sneezed and gradually awakened.

Seeing the antidote worked, Gu Fengchen finally relaxed.

Suddenly, the sharp rustle of cloth cutting air sounded. A figure leaped into the courtyard – Qing’er. Her face etched with anxiety, she rushed to Gu Fengchen. “That gang was far too cunning! Outside the gate, they scattered like frightened birds. They ran off everywhere, impossible to track! And… none carried that case for the armor…”

Her voice trailed off as she spotted something. Dashing back to the gateway, she retrieved an object: it was the case for the Earth Evasion Armor, but now utterly empty.

Qing’er stamped her foot. “We were fooled! They never intended to keep the case! They simply stuffed the breastplate inside their robes – completely hidden…”

Only then did she notice the figure lying prone on the ground. “Yours?” she asked Gu Fengchen. He nodded grimly. “Yes. That was their leader. Probably… killed by my blow.”

Qing’er grinned broadly. “No wonder they scattered like that! It wasn’t prearranged! They just lost their leader and broke apart! Hee hee… I must see what this person who pushed Hero Gu, the greatest martial hero under Heaven, to the point of killing, actually looked like.” She scampered over to look.

Hua Yuehen and the other women were now fully awake. Seeing Gu Fengchen, they rushed to kneel before him profusely thanking their savior. Gu Fengchen hurried to help them back up. Before he could fully explain the situation, a sudden, sharp, and utterly horrified shriek tore through the air from Qing’er’s direction.

Gu Fengchen gasped in shock, assuming the man was still alive and had injured Qing’er. In a panic, he leaped over to look. He saw Qing’er slumped on the ground a short distance away. The black veil covering the man’s head had been torn off by her and discarded to the side.

Hua Yuehen and the other women also gathered around. Seeing Qing’er was unharmed, merely frightened, Hua Yuehen offered soft comfort, “Little sister, the dead scared you, didn’t they? Come to sister over here. Don’t look at him anymore.”

She knew Qing’er had come with Gu Fengchen to rescue her and thus spoke with considerable warmth.

Qing’er buried her head in Hua Yuehen’s embrace as if weeping, stammering, “He… he…” Gu Fengchen, having just killed someone for the first time himself, struggled to calm his racing heart. He stepped forward and slowly turned the leader over onto his back, face upward.

The man’s face was exposed under the moonlight. The moment Gu Fengchen saw it, the words escaped his lips in a startled cry, “It’s him…”

This was someone Gu Fengchen naturally recognized. He had just seen him at the Treasure Hunt Heroes’ Meeting at West Lake. That day, he had been dashing and elegant, his conduct flawless. How unbelievable that in the blink of an eye, he lay dead on the ground.

This man was the leader of the younger generation in the Jianghu, the eldest son of the Zhuge Family—Zhuge Ren.

He now lay sprawled, eyes wide open, filled with shock and horror. Blood had ceased to trickle from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, Gu Fengchen’s full-force strike had been unbearable; Zhuge Ren had died instantly on the spot.

In that split second, countless questions flashed through Gu Fengchen’s mind: How could it be him? He was the leader of the younger generation, the shining star of the Four Great Clans, destined to lead the Jianghu. Why would he resort to such tactics? If I hadn’t gone to West Lake, the Four Great Clans’ chances of seizing the Treasure Armor would have been much higher. Why did he deliberately obstruct us? Was it so he could possess the Treasure Armor alone?

Perhaps that made sense. Did Zhuge Ren withdraw from the competition midway precisely to avoid confronting me? Or perhaps there was a deeper meaning. If the Four Great Clans won, the Treasure Armor could still potentially fall into his hands. Whereas if Gu Fengchen won, it was a guaranteed outcome. This was far better than letting the Red Lotus Sect win. His chances were significantly higher this way.

But Zhuge Ren hadn’t fought during the competition; he hadn’t been injured. There was absolutely no reason why he should have died from a single punch. Gu Fengchen had seen Zhuge Ren display his martial prowess at West Lake; he was undoubtedly a first-class master. How could he have been utterly oblivious to my attack and died right then and there!

Gu Fengchen carefully examined Zhuge Ren’s face, feeling carefully. There was no mask or disguise—it was unmistakably Zhuge Ren himself.

Hua Yuehen comforted Qing’er, yet sensed something unusual in the girl’s demeanor. To people of the Jianghu, death was commonplace; being frightened this badly suggested she had never seen a corpse before.

She suspected Qing’er’s reaction wasn’t mere fear. Softly, she asked, “Why are you so terrified? Are people of the Jianghu afraid of seeing the dead?”

Qing’er stared blankly and uttered, “He was… my… fiancé!”

The words struck Gu Fengchen like a muffled thunderclap. He whipped his head around, stunned. “What did you say?” Qing’er didn’t repeat it, but the expression on her face declared her honesty.

Hua Yuehen was equally shocked. Gu Fengchen had acted to save her, but ended up killing Qing’er’s fiancé. What could she possibly say now!

Gu Fengchen asked in disbelief, “You two… how… did you know each other?” He felt it was a foolish question the moment it left his lips.

Qing’er nodded. “We were betrothed since childhood. In another year, I would have married him…”

Gu Fengchen’s head buzzed; he was speechless.

Hua Yuehen, a veteran of the Jianghu, quickly regained her composure. She instructed her women to look after Qing’er, then pulled Gu Fengchen aside urgently. “This man… he seemed like the Young Master of the Four Great Clans, Zhuge Ren…”

Gu Fengchen gave a bitter laugh. “It is him. I just saw him a few days ago.”

Hua Yuehen said, “Then we are in deep trouble! Zhuge Ren was the younger generation’s Martial World leader. You killed him. By Jianghu rules, they will issue a Kill Order against us. The whole Jianghu will be in an uproar. Anyone who kills you could take Zhuge Ren’s place. With such an incentive, every person who sees the Kill Order will hunt you relentlessly. Time is critical. You must come to Lake Chao with me immediately. Even if we are shattered, Broken Heart City will guarantee your safety to the last.”

Though deeply moved, Gu Fengchen shook his head. “Thank you for your kindness, but the fault also lies with him—he shouldn’t have threatened me. I reacted instinctively in desperation; I never intended to kill him…” Hua Yuehen interrupted sharply, “Do you think anyone will believe that? The sole evidence is a corpse. His followers have scattered. I guarantee that within two days, the Four Great Clans will know you killed Zhuge Ren. You’ve already antagonized them. Now killing Zhuge Ren? It seems perfectly logical; who wouldn’t believe it!”

Gu Fengchen had no rebuttal.

Hua Yuehen pressed, “The situation is desperate. Hurry and come with me.”

Gu Fengchen sighed but remained resolute. “I’ve already dragged you into this once; it must not happen a second time. I bear this burden alone. Furthermore, Broken Heart City is too prominent. If I went, not only could you not protect me, but the entire Broken Heart City would also be destroyed. This is not what I want. Please, don’t insist.”

Hua Yuehen grew anxious, ready to protest again, but Gu Fengchen had already strode over to Qing’er. Facing her directly, he said somberly, “Miss Qing’er. In my moment of oversight, I killed your fiancé. If you wish to avenge him, please strike. Gu Fengchen will accept death here.”

With that, he turned his back to her and stood still, submitting to her judgment.

Tears streaming down her face, Qing’er listened. Slowly, she rose to her feet and drew a dagger from her waist. She walked behind Gu Fengchen.

Knowing she was about to act, Gu Fengchen made no move, simply closing his eyes softly. In that instant, a memory inexplicably flashed into his mind: his first encounter with Ling Ling that night on Mount Taiyue.

He didn’t know why that scene surfaced at this precise moment. Yet the feel of the Lover’s Spear pressed against his throat was startlingly vivid once more.

Qing’er slowly raised the knife. Hua Yuehen stood nearby, secretly gripping a stone in her hand. She was ready to launch the stone at Qing’er’s wrist the moment the knife fell, all to save Gu Fengchen.

Qing’er’s knife reached the top of Gu Fengchen’s head but refused to drop. Hua Yuehen noticed: Qing’er’s hand was trembling, the knife tip quivered violently under the blue moonlight, flashing fragmented spots of light.

Gu Fengchen remained completely motionless, simply waiting for that blade to fall. Then he could rest eternally; everything would be all over.

Suddenly, Qing’er’s hand went slack. The knife fell to the ground. Qing’er turned away, rushed to the wall, covered her face, and began to sob.

Hua Yuehen let out a sigh of relief and discarded the stone. As a woman, she could naturally see it: Gu Fengchen held immense significance in this Qing’er girl’s heart. She could almost be certain: Qing’er had fallen in love with Gu Fengchen.

It was no wonder, Hua Yuehen thought, someone as chivalrous and unparalleled as Gu Fengchen quite naturally ought to have many admirers. A faint smile touched the corner of her mouth, then quickly vanished.

Gu Fengchen walked up behind Qing’er and asked: “Why didn’t you strike?”

Qing’er said: “I… I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I didn’t want… didn’t want to hurt you…” Gu Fengchen replied: “But… I killed your fiancé.” Qing’er said: “I know… you… you just go.” He asked: “Where should I go?” Qing’er responded: “Anywhere, just don’t let anyone find you. Find a hidden place… hide forever…” The words poured out of her in one breath, without the slightest pause. Gu Fengchen began, “But you…”

Qing’er whirled around abruptly, tears streaming down her face as she shouted: “You go, leave now! Go… before I change my mind!”

Hua Yuehen stepped forward, took hold of Gu Fengchen, and whispered softly: “She’s right. You must get away from here quickly.”

Gu Fengchen wanted to say something more, but Hua Yuehen had already instructed several of her women to dismantle the shafts from the carriage and bring over the horse. They handed it to Gu Fengchen, ushering him out of the courtyard in a group.

Before Gu Fengchen could speak, Hua Yuehen said: “There’s only one place now that can guarantee your life: the Red Lotus Sect. Go seek refuge at Mount Huang.” Gu Fengchen laughed bitterly: “I just wounded their Cult Leader at the treasure hunt. Do you really think they ought to take me in? Or put a bullet in me?”

Hua Yuehen tried to speak further, but Gu Fengchen interrupted: “Leaving is fine. But I won’t go to the Red Lotus Sect. Life and death are fated. If I really am caught and killed by pursuers, it’s my destiny, irreversible. You all should hurry back to Broken Heart City. The sisters there need your care more.”

Without waiting for Hua Yuehen to say another word, Gu Fengchen leaped onto the horse, snapped his whip fiercely, and the horse gave a long neigh. It raced down the main road, disappearing beyond the town in the blink of an eye.

Watching the receding figures of Gu Fengchen and his horse, Hua Yuehen looked up to the heavens and prayed: May our benefactor escape misfortune and meet with blessings in peril, withdraw from the Jianghu (Martial World), and live to a ripe old age.

The women returned to the courtyard and found Qing’er still sitting before Zhuge Ren’s corpse in a daze. Hua Yuehen asked softly: “Miss Qing’er, would you like our help to bury your fiancé first?”

Qing’er shook her head gently: “No need. I must take him back with me. He died far from home and would surely want his spirit to return to his native place…” She couldn’t finish her sentence; she was already choking back sobs.

Hua Yuehen and the other women also shed a few tears. Some among them had been through similar things; they knew that kind of pain.

Qing’er asked faintly: “He’s gone?” Hua Yuehen replied: “Gone. He’ll go far away. The world is vast; no one in the Jianghu (Martial World) will find him.” Qing’er’s voice was almost inaudible: “I hope so.”

Gu Fengchen spurred his horse into a wild gallop, though even he himself didn’t know where he was headed. Instinct drove him northward. In his heart, the north represented home. The desire to retire had long germinated within him; now he desperately wished to return to his hometown and escape the treacherous world of the Jianghu (Martial World) forever.

After riding a while, his mind cleared. He considered: To outsiders, I, the killer of the Four Great Clans’ Young Masters, would likely have only two escape routes: either take a ship out to sea and flee to the islands, or head for the Red Lotus Sect. Consequently, they would surely pursue east or south. By charging north instead, I deploy an excellent strategy.

But the thought of the Red Lotus Sect pierced his heart again. He had stolen their sect’s treasure, beyond recovery now. Worse still, he had wounded Ling Ling. That debt of gratitude felt impossible to repay. He would surely have to return home and live with this regret until his dying day.

The sky above was azure, the bright moon hung high, the plains stretched silent. There he was, a solitary figure on a single horse racing through the vastness, unspeakably alone.

He galloped for two solid days, entering the district of Chuzhou. The journey had been calm, showing no signs of anyone pursuing him. Gu Fengchen gradually relaxed his guard.

Approaching noon, Gu Fengchen reached the foot of Mount Langya. Gazing into the distance, he saw towering peaks in shades of deep green and indigo, presenting an entirely different landscape. Seeing his horse was weary, he looked ahead: by the main road sat a small marketplace where a crowd gathered around stalls displaying farming tools and furniture. Teahouses and wine booths lined the market edge. He dismounted, approached the market, tied his horse to a tree, sat down at a table outside a wine booth, and ordered wine and food from the waiter.

Originally penniless, before leaving Qingmiao Town, he had slipped into a pawnshop. He easily wrenched open the lock and pocketed all the silver inside. Since childhood, he’d despised pawnshops, seeing them as bloodsucking demons of the human world that preyed on decent folk. Cleaning it out felt deeply satisfying.

A wine-booth table was already occupied by several farmers, nursing cheap wine and discussing this year’s weather and farming seasons. Having never farmed, Gu Fengchen paid them no mind. While waiting for his order, he kept his head down and began eating and drinking.

Halfway through his meal, urgent hoofbeats thundered down the road. Over a dozen fine horses dashed towards them; their riders wore tight-fitting clothes and quivers, swords hanging at their waists – unmistakably people of the Jianghu (Martial World). Travel-weary and thirsty at the sight of the wine banner, they dismounted and crowded in, demanding food and drink. Their arrival sent the farmers packing immediately. Gu Fengchen glanced furtively; he recognized none of them, certain he’d never seen them before. Therefore, he wasn’t worried they’d identify him and bring trouble. Yet, getting up to leave now would attract attention. So he kept his head even lower and ate faster.

The group sat at three different tables, yelling loudly for wine and food, overwhelming the busy waiter.

One among them seemed to be the leader, sporting a long sword at his waist with an ornate scabbard, his clothes fine and bright. Once seated, he didn’t bother looking at anyone else properly.

A burly fellow beside him laughed: “Big Bro Lian, weren’t we late setting out this time? We probably won’t even get the dregs. Is there still a point heading south?”

Lian let out a cold snort. “Why not go? This is the best chance! Who says the first ones there get the meat?” Another man chimed in, “Brother Lian’s right. That lad must’ve vanished already. We all have an equal shot, first come or not.”

Gu Fengchen’s heart stirred. Could they be talking about me?

The first man argued, “Instead of fishing for a needle in the ocean, let’s think of something else…” Lian retorted, “What else?” The man lowered his voice. “I have an idea. Not sure if Brother Lian will agree.”

Lian urged, “Just say it. Between brothers, there’s no yours or mine.”

The man’s voice dropped even lower. “The man who killed Young Master Zhuge must have incredible skills. If we run into him, we likely won’t succeed. So, why not… let the plum die for the peach?”

Lian pressed, “How? Let the plum die for the peach?”

The man explained, “Find someone who looks just like him. Kill him. Carry the head to the Four Great Clans. Tell them we cornered him somewhere, but he fought fiercely. Had to cut him down. If it fools them… Even if we don’t become ‘Young Master of the Jianghu’, the reward alone is huge! This trip wouldn’t be wasted.”

Lian frowned. “What if someone else kills the real guy? Or someone sees through it?” The man chuckled. “We’ve never seen this lad. If the face matches and he’s dead, who can argue? Once this happens, he’ll flee overseas! Who’d ever catch him?”

The others whispered their approval.

After a moment’s thought, Lian said, “This needs speed. If someone else thinks it first, our work’s wasted. Trouble is… where do we find this lookalike?”

Everyone began scanning the marketplace, as if such a man might just appear. Gu Fengchen listened, puzzled. They’ve never seen me. How would they know what’s a good likeness?

Just then, Lian pulled a piece of paper from his robe and spread it on the table. Gu Fengchen stole a glance and inwardly groaned.

It was his own portrait. Startlingly accurate. Sensing danger, Gu Fengchen moved to leave, but a martial artist’s eyes had already swept over him.

He instantly turned his head, but it was too late. The man exclaimed, “Hey! This bloke under our noses! Doesn’t he fit perfectly?”

The shout drew the stares of the dozen others. A collective gasp erupted. “A dead ringer!”

Gu Fengchen froze for a heartbeat. Fighting now felt unwise—better to flee. Before he took three steps, the group closed in. The man who’d suggested the scheme flashed a smarmy grin. “Sir! Where to? Let’s step aside for a private word!”

They began pushing Gu Fengchen towards a nearby copse—planning, no doubt, to murder him there and claim the Four Great Clans’ bounty with his head.

Cornered, fighting was inevitable. Gu Fengchen suddenly shot both hands out. He seized the schemer and Brother Lian, slamming their skulls together. A sickening crack echoed. Skulls shattered. They dropped dead.

This wasn’t Gu Fengchen embracing bloodshed. He’d heard these men plot: ready to kill an innocent for reward, utterly vile. Against such wickedness, mercy was folly. He’d simply sent these two to their maker.

The others stood dumbfounded. They’d assumed this was merely some unlucky farmer who resembled Gu Fengchen. Meeting the real man surprised them utterly. Unprepared, they were easy prey. Gu Fengchen unleashed the “Great Compassion Palm”, a flurry of strikes felling seven or eight men.

Channeling the Heaven-Defying Divine Art, each blow struck with brutal force. Victims simply gasped, flew backward several feet, and expired.

The last three survivors witnessed this like ghosts had risen. They howled, “This is Gu! That’s him!” scattering like startled birds. Gu Fengchen’s cover blown, escape wasn’t an option. His footwork exploded. Two swift palms dispatched two fleeing men. A thrown rock caught the third mid-flee, spraying blood as his organs ruptured. Lifeless.

In a single, breathless instant, Gu Fengchen had killed all dozen Jianghu toughs.

The commotion drew stares from the marketplace. Simple farmers had never seen carnage. They screamed, scattering in panic, even the tavern staff vanishing without trace.

Gu Fengchen shook his head bitterly. Though the slain were villains, this marked his first willing kills. Unease gnawed at him. But danger pressed. He fished out a silver sliver, placing it on the bar counter. Inside, he grabbed two gourds swelled full of wine and a large pack of dried rations and spiced beef. Bundling them, he emerged, picked two sturdy horses, ignored the corpses littering the ground, and spurred away.

He hadn’t galloped far when, among the bodies, one man forced himself upright. Struck by the Great Compassion Palm, death was certain… save for the stack of gold leaf hidden in his robe, cushioning the blow. Barely alive.

Spitting blood, the man used crimson fingers to scrawl Gu Fengchen onto a wooden tabletop. The final stroke remained unfinished as he collapsed again, dead.

Gu Fengchen, naturally, missed this scene. But he felt trouble brewing. He urged the horses harder, pushing them relentlessly down the road.

Within miles, a strange hiss ripped from southwest. He glanced sideways—a Signal Flare streaked skyward. Though daylight masked the flare, its detonation thundered clearly.

Bad. Doubtless, someone had found the market bodies—suspicion pointed squarely at him. Spurring the horses without regard, he raced harder, ever faster.

Less than half an hour later—another Signal Flare shot up, northeast this time. Then more, from everywhere. Gu Fengchen frowned. Clear sign: Jianghu fighters surged like hunting dogs. His frantic gallop only painted a bigger target.

As two branching paths appeared ahead, a stark poster caught his eye, pinned to a tree between them. Top line blazed in cinnabar ink: “K I L L O R D E R”.

Below—his portrait. Beside it, smaller script. Gu Fengchen scanned it mid-flight:

>GU FENGCHEN, Jianghu villain, base-born, cunning by nature;

>Stole scriptures from Shaolin, defiling the sanctuary;

>Shielded the Red Lotus Remnant—unforgiven by Heaven and Earth;

>Cultivates dark arts, scheming to unleash his fury.

>YOUNG MASTER ZHUGE REN, gracious heart, boon to the Martial World,

>Slaughtered by this fiend. Man and god rage alike.

>THIS ORDER GIVEN: KILL ON SIGHT BRINGS NO GUILT.

>HE WHO BRINGS THE HEAD: IS THE NEW YOUNG MASTER.

>THIS PLEDGE IS IRON.

Gu Fengchen tasted bitterness. I harmed none. Yet this—my verdict?

Around him, the drumming hooves grew deafening, arrows shrieked across the wilds, a palpable stench of slaughter thickened the air.