Chapter 20: Beauty Ever a Source of Calamity

Chapter 20: Beauty Ever a Source of Calamity

Gu Fengchen took a step forward and stood before Qing’er, trying as hard as he could to steady his emotions and voice. He said: “I didn’t want to kill anyone, even less did I wish to kill. But why must everything be against me? I despise this Jianghu (Martial World), yet I simply cannot shake it off.

It’s like… like a nightmare haunting me every waking moment. I only wanted to finish my task and leave peacefully. Yet not a single person, not a single affair could grant me that wish. I escorted a little girl only to be poisoned for no reason, suffering near-death agony. I was captured and paraded about like pigs or dogs. I barely survived only to gain some internal martial arts—then was tricked into hurting the one I cherished the most and stealing her treasure. I accidentally killed another, drawing the entire Jianghu (Martial World)’s pursuit. And in the end, I married the very woman who had just plotted against me—I didn’t even know her name when taking her as wife. I only wanted to die, yet death evaded me. I became another’s pawn and was forced to come here. Tell me—is it not incredible that after enduring all this, a man wouldn’t go mad? Such is my fate. Many use me, scheme against me, yet I don’t complain. I only wish for those I care about to live well…”

As he spoke, he moved toward Qing’er. Seeing his words quicken, his eyes nearly spitting flames, his expression increasingly terrifying, Qing’er retreated involuntarily. After over a dozen steps, her back bumped against the desk. Startled, she blurted out: “Don’t… don’t come any closer…”

Gu Fengchen seemed not to hear: “What if I come near? Will you kill me? Then strike!” With both hands, he ripped open the front of his garment, baring his robust chest. “Kill me! Avenge your betrothed! Come on…”

Seeing his bloodshot eyes, wild as a beast, Qing’er nearly screamed in terror: “Stop! Or I really will—” Gu Fengchen interrupted: “I know you hate me! You painted my portrait just so you could stab me with your own hand!”

Qing’er hid her hands behind her back, shielding the portrait on the desk. Gu Fengchen lunged forward until their faces were nearly touching. Qing’er shrieked, shrinking sideways to evade him. Gu Fengchen snatched the portrait from the desk, growling: “The portrait on that Kill Order—it was your handiwork too, wasn’t it, Miss Nangong? You draw…”

But when his eyes suddenly swept over the painting—the words died on his lips.

The portrait depicted Gu Fengchen alright. Yet beside it were over a dozen characters written upon the paper—large, small, tidy and slightly messy—yet every stroke vibrant, as if leaping from the page, clearly written in pure joy.

The entire page was filled with one word: Love!

Gu Fengchen froze.

Never had he imagined that Qing’er, hiding away to paint him, did so not from hatred—but love.

Qing’er leaped over, grabbed the portrait out of his grip, tore it to shreds, and hurled them at Gu Fengchen’s face. Stunned, he murmured: “What… what do those words mean?” Qing’er spat through gritted teeth: “No meaning at all. Just something to play with…”

Even as she spoke, two clear trails of tears traced down her cheeks.

Gu Fengchen reached out to grasp her arm. “No, you must explain clearly—” Qing’er recoiled. “Don’t touch me! My betrothed may be gone, but no man has the right to demean me now!” Gu Fengchen quickly withdrew his hand, shame coloring his expression.

Qing’er said coldly: “If you’ve nothing else to say, leave. I wish to sleep.”

Of course Gu Fengchen couldn’t leave just so. He said: “I came to beg for the antidote.” Qing’er replied: “The Four Great Clans will never coexist with the Red Lotus Sect. I poisoned her—did you truly think I’d offer you the antidote? How innocent a thought is that.”

Gu Fengchen sighed. “I’ve wronged you too greatly. You’ve protected me time and again, yet I… but what use are regrets now? I only plead…” Qing’er cut him off: “I refuse.” Gu Fengchen inhaled deeply: “Do not force my hand.” Qing’er challenged: “And if I do?” Gu Fengchen suddenly clamped down on her throat, snarling: “Will you really not give it?!”

Though he held her neck, Qing’er still choked out words: “No. Won’t give it. Not even if I die.” Gu Fengchen tightened his grip. Her face flushed crimson, breath ragged, yet Qing’er glared unblinking at him—not a flicker of surrender in her wide eyes.

That absolute resolve pierced Gu Fengchen’s heart like a blade. He stood paralyzed—utterly lost. His spirit fled. His mind emptied entirely. Slowly, his fingers loosened.

Seeing him silent, Qing’er strode to her bed, lowered the canopy, lay atop the blankets dressed, and paid him no further heed whether he stayed or left—preparing for sleep.

Gu Fengchen steadied his breathing. He thought: It’s incredible Qing’er didn’t raise an alarm to capture me. Clearly, she’d never give me the antidote. As such a precious thing, it must be on her person. Even if I demanded it of others, none could provide it.

After brooding a long while, he clenched his teeth, turned toward Qing’er’s bed, and bowed solemnly. “Miss Qing’er… Gu Fengchen has failed you. Blind to your heart all this time. I am but a crude man, unworthy of you. Since you refuse the antidote, Leader Ling is beyond saving. The enmity between you runs deepest ocean depths—her poisoning is vengeance I cannot condemn you for. With your lineage and beauty, you will have splendid prospects in marriage. Gu Fengchen can only offer… one final wish: May happiness and longevity be yours.”

Turning, he walked toward the window.

Qing’er spoke suddenly: “Where are you going?”

Gu Fengchen said: “To Mount Huang. To see Ling Ling one last time… if I’m not too late.” Qing’er asked: “And after that?” Gu Fengchen answered: “There is no after.”

Qing’er pressed: “What do you mean?”

Gu Fengchen said: “Had I not wounded her that day, her heart wouldn’t have shattered. Had she not mourned that deeply, she’d never have fallen prey to your poison. Though the hand that administered it was yours… mine also bears weight. I will see her. If she can be saved, I shall face whatever judgment she demands. If she cannot be revived…”

Qing’er demanded: “What then will you do?”

Gu Fengchen stated: “I shall end my life before her corpse in atonement.”

Qing’er whispered: “Is this death real?” Gu Fengchen didn’t answer. Turning not once, he pushed open the window to leap out. Qing’er scrambled off the bed, shouting: “Don’t go yet!” Gu Fengchen ignored her completely—leapt through the window onto the ground below.

Watching him truly depart, Qing’er rushed to the open window. She leaned into the night wind: “Before you die… I have one final thing to ask.”

Gu Fengchen stopped and said, “I’m listening!”

Qing’er said, “Did you just say you’re married?” Gu Fengchen said, “That’s right.” Qing’er said, “Is your wife pretty? Why not bring her here to meet?” Gu Fengchen couldn’t bear to listen and strode away. Qing’er chuckled, “If you die with Leader Ling, will your wife die with you?”

Gu Fengchen didn’t answer and kept walking. He knew Qing’er would never give him the antidote to save his enemy, so he stopped paying attention to her teasing. He wanted to leave this place early and rush to Mount Huang, hoping he might still see Ling Ling one last time.

Qing’er saw that Gu Fengchen was indeed determined and just sighed deeply before closing the window.

Gu Fengchen retraced his steps and soon reached the shore. He whistled, and Bai Jingjing rowed the boat over. Gu Fengchen jumped aboard and silently paddled away from the bank.

Bai Jingjing asked, “Did you get the antidote?” Gu Fengchen said, “No.” Bai Jingjing said, “I guess there weren’t any flowers left.” Gu Fengchen said, “That’s not it… I found the person who poisoned her.” Bai Jingjing was pleased and said, “That’s great. Since they can poison, they must be able to cure. Why didn’t you capture them?”

Gu Fengchen sighed, “I just killed her fiancé. Do you want me to kill her too?”

Bai Jingjing was shocked and said, “A woman?” Gu Fengchen said, “Yes. I couldn’t do it, and with the deep-seated hatred between the Four Great Clans and the Red Lotus Sect, she wouldn’t give me the antidote.” Bai Jingjing asked, “Then where are we going?”

Gu Fengchen said, “Leader Ling’s poisoning happened because of me. I’m going to Mount Huang to finish this.” Bai Jingjing said, “How will you finish it? You can’t cure her…” Gu Fengchen looked at her, hesitated for a while, and then said, “I plan to see her for the last time, and then… I’ll take my own life to atone.”

Bai Jingjing was astonished, and her paddle slipped into the water: “You’re going to die…”

Gu Fengchen said, “You don’t have to go. I don’t want you to die.”

Bai Jingjing fell silent, her chest heaving as if extremely agitated: “Why don’t we… why don’t we find a deserted place to hide, away from the affairs of the Jianghu (Martial World) forever?”

Gu Fengchen said, “That would be running away. If I did that, my heart would be filled with guilt for life, worse than death. I’ll never do such a thing.” Bai Jingjing said, “But… why sacrifice yourself for nothing?”

Gu Fengchen said, “A true hero knows what not to do and what he must do. I owe her a life, so I must repay her.”

Bai Jingjing was silent for a long time before saying, “I understand. You truly love her. If she dies, you’ll suffer forever. That’s why you want to die with her, isn’t it?”

Gu Fengchen didn’t answer. When he made this decision, he hadn’t thought of that. He only felt he owed Ling Ling too much without any way to compensate, so he would die alongside her. But now, upon hearing Bai Jingjing’s words, Gu Fengchen suddenly realized she was right. He wanted to die because Ling Ling was dying.

Dying with her seemed like happiness, so that was why he felt so at peace when he made the decision, with little inner struggle.

Gu Fengchen looked at Bai Jingjing and slowly nodded, “You… speak truth.”

Bai Jingjing threw herself forward, hugged Gu Fengchen, buried her head in his chest, and wept: “I don’t want you to die… don’t you know, you’re my man now? Meeting you, I felt life was beautiful for the first time. Why are you throwing it away so fast…”

Gu Fengchen patted her shoulder gently and said, “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t want to hurt you either…”

Bai Jingjing suddenly pulled away, wiped her tears dry, and said, “If you’re dying, I won’t live either. I’ll go to Mount Huang with you…”

Bai Jingjing fished the paddle out of the water and rowed frantically. Gu Fengchen channeled all his fury into his arms, making the boat almost fly.

As they rowed, a small boat suddenly drifted up from behind. It had a sailor wielding double paddles; this man had extraordinary strength, paddling just once to send the boat shooting ahead a great distance. At the bow sat someone who was unclear from afar, but as they got closer, Gu Fengchen saw a glimpse of starlight and realized it was Qing’er.

She had changed into battle attire now, tied her hair back, and was still barefoot. Her pale skin glistened under the starlight, almost dazzling, and the golden bells on her ankle gleamed.

Gu Fengchen froze. Seeing Qing’er in just a small boat without any sign of chasing to kill him, he slowed his vessel down. When the two boats drew alongside, Qing’er hopped over smoothly and ordered the sailor on her boat, “Go back now, just keep quiet.”

The sailor nodded and rowed away.

Bai Jingjing didn’t recognize Qing’er, unsure if she was foe or friend. She gripped her paddle tightly, ready to strike at any moment. Gu Fengchen hadn’t expected her to follow and asked, “Miss Qing’er, why did you come?”

Qing’er chuckled, “To see your new bride.” She glanced at Bai Jingjing and said, “Not some unmatched beauty, is she? How did she charm the stalwart Hero Gu?”

Bai Jingjing naturally wouldn’t back down in words. She retorted, “I might not be pretty, but I’m way better than those barefoot, shoeless vixens, always ready to climb into someone else’s bed.”

Qing’er had never endured such mockery and insult. Her gaze turned icy as she slapped her palm backward at Bai Jingjing’s face.

The boat wasn’t large; Gu Fengchen was at the bow, Bai Jingjing at the stern, and Qing’er sat amidships, several feet from both. Sitting still, it should have been impossible for her to reach anyone, yet as she swung her hand, Bai Jingjing felt her vision blur; the other’s palm almost hit her nose tip. She leaned back sharply to barely dodge the attack.

It turned out that as Qing’er threw her strike, her body had shifted to the stern. Others only saw her palm movement, with none noticing how her body moved. By the time the wind of the slap swept in, they realized she’d already closed in. Qing’er missed with the palm and followed through by driving her elbow hard toward Bai Jingjing’s stomach.

Bai Jingjing’s martial skills weren’t the best; dodging that palm strike had been pure luck, and now she had no strength left to parry this elbow hammer. Just as she was about to be struck solidly, she revealed a woman’s unique tactic—she let go of the oar and thrust both hands towards Qing’er’s chest.

Qing’er, an unmarried maiden, had never had anyone attack her chest before! Even though her attacker was also a woman, she instinctively pulled her hands back to block Bai Jingjing’s pair of “devilish claws.” Realizing she was completely outmatched, Bai Jingjing simply threw herself forward, embracing Qing’er. With a loud splash, they tumbled into the lake water.

Instantly, water sprayed everywhere as the two thrashed like fish in the waves. Gu Fengchen found the situation both infuriating and comical. He had no choice but to lean over, reach down, grab their wrists, and with a sharp yank, flung them back onto the boat—one landing at the bow, the other at the stern.

Qing’er, not bothering to wipe the water from her face, planted her feet firmly, attempting to capsize the boat for another round of romantic fun in the water. Bai Jingjing refused to back down and used her own strength too. Gu Fengchen couldn’t withstand their combined effort; losing his footing, he fell into the lake with a loud thud.

Bai Jingjing rushed to pull him out. Qing’er also jumped over to help. They glared at each other, but had to prioritize rescuing Gu Feng. Each grabbing one of his arms, they hauled him back onto the boat.

Gu Fengchen spat out two mouthfuls of water and yelled, “If you two fight again, I won’t go to Mount Huang. I’ll just die right here.”

Hearing this, the women finally refrained from coming to blows. They sat down, one on either side of the boat, keeping a wide distance. Gu Fengchen picked up the oar and started rowing towards the lakeshore.

Qing’er snapped, “How could you marry such a she-devil!” Bai Jingjing nearly leapt up again. “You’re the she-devil, you shrew!” With Gu Fengchen separating them, physical brawling was impossible, so they resorted to a war of words.

Gu Fengchen roared, “Both of you, shut up!”

The two women started, completely stunned. They had never seen him lose his temper like this.

His face ashen, Gu Fengchen turned to Qing’er. “What are you doing here? Tell the truth.” Qing’er pouted, “So loud and rude. I won’t speak to you.”

Bai Jingjing noticed Qing’er’s childish gesture and played up her own charm. “Darling… my arm hurts so much, come see for me, is it injured?” Her voice carried a slightly affected tone.

Qing’er covered her ears with her hands, embarrassed despite herself. Clever as she was, she had never encountered a woman as brazenly direct as Bai Jingjing and found the display mortifying.

Gu Fengchen, thoroughly exasperated, shouted, “Stop all this nonsense! If you don’t stop, I’ll throw both of you into the lake. You can fight to your hearts’ content, and I’ll just go and die alone.”

Hearing such a harsh threat, they both shrugged and dared not utter another word.

Gu Fengchen turned back to Qing’er. “I’ll ask you once more: why are you following me? If you don’t answer this time, I’ll throw you into the lake regardless.”

Qing’er retorted, “If you throw me in the lake, aren’t you afraid your beloved might really die?” Gu Fengchen countered, “If she dies, wouldn’t that suit you just fine!” Qing’er shook her head and sighed, “You understand me so little…” She then pulled an oilcloth packet from her robe and tossed it into Gu Fengchen’s lap, declaring loudly, “Here is the antidote. Take it and save your beloved.”

Gu Fengchen opened it and saw several flower roots. He didn’t know if they were really from Drunken Snail Fragrance blossoms and frowned silently. Qing’er discerned his thoughts. “Rest assured, it’s not fake. Boil them whole in water for about half an hour. Make her drink it every three hours. Less than a day, and she’ll be fine.”

Hearing this, Gu Fengchen knew she wasn’t deceiving him. He wrapped the roots securely and clasped his fists towards Qing’er. “Thank you, young lady. I have nothing to offer in return, but I will escort you back now.”

He started to turn the boat around.

Bai Jingjing stopped him. “Darling, you trust her just like that? What if it’s fake? Wouldn’t you be harming Cult Leader Ling even more!” Qing’er sneered, “If Cult Leader Ling recovers, will he still want you? Me poisoning her is actually doing you a favor!” Bai Jingjing shot back, “So young, yet your heart is more poisonous than a viper! This is appalling!”

Gu Fengchen understood clearly; Qing’er would never give him fake medicine. There was simply no need. She could have stood by and done nothing, leaving Ling Ling to die. Giving additional poison would be redundant. Reaching this conclusion, he told Bai Jingjing, “I believe this young lady. She won’t lie to me.”

Seeing he intended to send her away, Qing’er suddenly gave a cold laugh. “Don’t rush to see me off just yet.” Gu Fengchen asked, “Do you have any other requests, young lady?” Qing’er replied, “To put your mind at ease, I’ll go with you to Mount Huang.”

Gu Fengchen was shocked. “How can that be! You have a generational feud with the Red Lotus Sect and you poisoned their Cult Leader. You won’t make it halfway up the mountain before… before… it’s far too dangerous.”

Qing’er scoffed, “I don’t need your concern. I just don’t want to be the villain.” Gu Fengchen was puzzled. “The villain?” Qing’er explained, “Think about it, I poisoned her, you take the antidote to save her – you get to be the hero. Here I am, trying to be kind-hearted, yet I end up the villain? That’s way too unfair. So I’m going myself to prevent you from hogging all the credit.”

Gu Fengchen frowned. “This isn’t a good idea.” Qing’er squeezed water from her clothes and said flatly, “Don’t worry. When I poisoned her, besides that Cult Leader Ling, no one saw my face. As long as you don’t blab, who could possibly know my identity?”

Bai Jingjing piped up, “He might not say anything, but I might.”

Qing’er smiled. “How many people in the Jianghu trust Bai Jingjing, the White Scorpion?”

Bai Jingjing was startled. “You know me.” Qing’er said, “I know all martial artists in the world with even a little fame, and I also hear quite a bit about what they do.” Bai Jingjing’s face flushed half-red, half-white, her eyelids dropping.

Qing’er added lightly, “No need to fear. I won’t speak of these things to your darling husband. Let him keep believing you’re a good woman.”

Bai Jingjing flushed crimson with anger. “Why should I fear? Even if you don’t tell him, I would. Actually, I already have told him. I am a bad woman, but my darling doesn’t mind. From now on, I’m committed to following him. Whatever he wants me to do, I’ll do it.”

Gu Fengchen cut in, “Stop this arguing! Qing’er, I agree to take you to Mount Huang. But when we get there, you must listen to me. Jingjing, you absolutely must not reveal her identity.”

When Gu Fengchen called her Jingjing, Bai Jingjing’s heart blossomed with joy as happiness spread across her brow. “I’ll remember,” she said. “Even if someone knocks out my teeth, I won’t tell.”

Gu Fengchen steered the boat towards the shore and asked Qing’er, “Why did you need to deliver the antidote?”

Qing’er smiled. “I won’t tell you that. You can just guess.” With her back turned to him, she occasionally plucked a lotus seedpod and tossed it far away into the water.

Gu Fengchen and Bai Jingjing rowed with swift strokes. They reached the shore before dawn. The three abandoned the boat and went ashore. Qing’er let out a sharp whistle. Soon, the sound of hooves clattered as a servant, riding one horse and leading three others, approached. Dismounting, the servant handed the reins to Qing’er.

Qing’er took the three horses. “This is sufficient. Go back.”

The servant mounted his horse and left. Gu Fengchen remarked, “You’ve arranged things quite thoroughly.” Qing’er patted a hefty-looking bundle tied to her horse, clearly heavy with gold or silver. “A poor home but rich journey,” she explained. “I heard Grandfather say that. The wisdom of elders is always sound. Let’s hurry.”

Minds preoccupied with their own thoughts, they each mounted a horse and galloped off towards Mount Huang.

Their journey was nearly non-stop, day and night. Gu Fengchen felt as if his heart were burning with impatience, wishing he could leap over mountains to reach Mount Huang instantly. Breaking for a proper rest or hot meal became a luxury. Fortunately, the two women uttered not a word of complaint.

Though trained in martial arts and possessing constitutions stronger than ordinary people, the days of relentless travel had left both women looking noticeably weary. Seeing this, Gu Fengchen couldn’t help feeling a pang of guilt. Yet, the moment he tried to suggest slowing down, both women immediately rebuked him. “Don’t pretend to be so solicitous! We’re going to save someone, not sightsee. Moving faster is better!” they chided.

Driven by internal torment and the women’s scolding, they finally arrived at the base of the Bright Summit of Mount Huang that day. Continuous days and nights without proper rest had visibly drained the energy of both women. Gu Fengchen, sustained by his Heaven-Defying Divine Art, showed no sign of fatigue. Though frantic with worry for Ling Ling, he knew they needed rest for the women’s sake.

Bai Jingjing sensed his concern and reassured him, “Husband, don’t be so anxious. A saying goes, ‘Fortune favors the brave.’ If Miss Ling is destined to survive, it won’t be won or lost in these moments. You need to rest properly. Remember, the Red Lotus Sect sees you as an enemy. You could have a thousand mouths, and still you wouldn’t be able to explain your way out; they’d force you to fight your way up the peak.”

Gu Fengchen’s heart stirred. He realized she made a point he hadn’t considered. He gave her a faint smile. “After a while, stay close behind me.”

Qing’er objected, “With your skills, you fighting your way up might just be possible. But needing to protect us? That makes it much harder. Listen to me. Go up alone. We’ll follow slowly behind. If anyone questions us, I’ll say we’re sightseeing. It will avoid a lot of unnecessary conflict.”

Gu Fengchen thought this reasonable too and nodded in agreement. Qing’er’s face darkened. “Truly desperate to see your sweetheart, aren’t you?” Gu Fengchen froze, suddenly recalling that night in his room when she had drawn his picture and written many “love” words beside it. Clearly, she harbored deep affection for him. Whether that affection could overcome her grief at losing her fiancé, however, was questionable, for Gu Fengchen could often still see the shadow of sorrow in her eyes.

Indeed, since Gu Fengchen had killed Zhuge Ren, Qing’er seemed to have changed, becoming less open and talkative, more subdued and somber.

Gu Fengchen shook his head, pushing the thoughts away. Now was absolutely not the time for such considerations. He focused his internal energy, rested for a short while, felt his strength return, then gave the two women some hasty instructions before starting his ascent up the peak.

Left alone at the base, Bai Jingjing seemed intensely fearful of Qing’er, standing several meters away, not daring to look at her. Qing’er understood Bai Jingjing’s fear; she was afraid Qing’er might tell Gu Fengchen certain unpleasant truths. Gu Fengchen possessed a chivalrous heart – if he found out, the consequences were unimaginable. Though he had once said he wouldn’t hold it against her, what guarantee could there ever be?

A cold sneer touched Qing’er’s heart. “Don’t be afraid. If I meant to speak ill of you, there were plenty of opportunities along the way,” she stated.

Bai Jingjing’s voice trembled. “It’s not that I fear you speaking. I fear myself.”

Qing’er retorted, “Afraid you’ll kill yourself? How strange.”

Bai Jingjing shook her head. “I have committed many evil deeds in the past. Retribution is certain. I fear the retribution might fall upon him. He is the finest person under heaven. It would be too unjust if he suffered for my sins.”

Qing’er scoffed. “The finest person? I don’t see it. I only know that had he not killed my fiancé, I wouldn’t be this grieving widow even before marriage.”

Bai Jingjing countered, “He is not one who loves to kill. Why would he kill your fiancé? There must be a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding or intentional, it’s fact he killed my fiancé,” Qing’er replied coldly. “I hate him to the core. I helped him many times before, and he repaid kindness with hatred.”

At this, a sweet expression crossed Bai Jingjing’s face. “He is not one to repay kindness with hatred. To me, he repays injury with kindness.”

“Have yet to see that,” Qing’er muttered icily.

Bai Jingjing recounted how she had deceived Gu Fengchen. Qing’er listened, frowning deeply, finally saying, “Most likely he was too gravely injured, his mind confused. Marrying someone who nearly killed him… how absurd!”

Bai Jingjing tilted her head to look up at the towering peak. “You must have met Leader Ling,” she said suddenly. “Tell me about her. What is she like?”

Qing’er stood up. “We can talk as we climb. Honestly, I don’t think you want to see her. If you do meet her, it won’t end well for you.”

Leaving aside the two women gradually ascending the peak, we return to Gu Fengchen. He employed his lightness skill, racing upwards alone. Before even reaching the mountainside, the sharp thwang of an arrow whistling through the nearby dense forest reached his ears. He knew instantly: the Red Lotus Sect had spotted him. They were signaling above. In moments, someone would emerge to block his path.

Thinking this, he circulated his inner energy throughout his body, readying himself for combat at any second.

Sure enough, just as he arrived at the Main Hall, the very place where he had dueled Shende Taoist earlier, he saw a figure standing menacingly, shouting, “Who dares disturb the Bright Summit…. Ah–ha!”

Gu Fengchen naturally recognized the man. It was Xue Wuhen, the Marquis of Phantom Shadow, peerless in lightness skill. Xue Wuhen had also clearly identified Gu Fengchen by now. After the West Lake gathering, he had learned from Tie Furong that it was Gu Fengchen who injured the Cult Leader and stole the Treasure Armor. Furious enough to tear him limb from limb, seeing him now, enemy against enemy, his eyes blazed with intensified hatred.

Without another word, Xue Wuhen’s figure blurred into motion, ghostly and phantom-like as he closed the distance instantly. He threw a punch straight at Gu Fengchen’s chest.

Xue Wuhen employed his signature Divine Void Valley Art. A strike from him could instantly arrest the flow of blood and block meridian channels. It was devastatingly effective.

Gu Fengchen sidestepped, shouting, “Marquis of Phantom Shadow, don’t fight! I–” But Xue Wuhen, peerless in lightness skill, didn’t even seem to touch the ground. Like an attached shadow, he was upon Gu Fengchen again the instant he dodged. Before Gu Fengchen could fully regain his balance, Xue Wuhen’s second fist was already hurtling towards him.

Under such rapid and relentless assault, Gu Fengchen had no time to call out further. Above all, he didn’t wish to injure Xue Wuhen. His only aim was to shake him off quickly so he could reach the summit and save Ling Ling.

No matter how Gu Fengchen dashed forward or leaped backward, charging left or breaking right, he could never escape Xue Wuhen’s pursuit. For within a confined space to advance and retreat freely, none in the Jianghu (Martial World) surpassed Xue Wuhen. It was nearly impossible for Gu Fengchen to shake him off.

The two fought fiercely for a while. Gu Fengchen grew increasingly anxious, but he couldn’t find a moment to speak. If he opened his mouth, his concentration would waver even slightly, and Xue Wuhen might injure him. After all, Xue Wuhen’s Divine Void Valley Art was truly formidable; no one wanted to be struck by it.

Seeing no escape, Gu Fengchen panicked. Silently thinking he had no choice, he resolved to confront it head-on, tackling this obstacle first. Abruptly channeling all his Internal Energy, Gu Fengchen met fist with fist, blocking the opponent’s punch head-on.

With a booming bang, fists collided. Gu Fengchen swayed but stood firm, unmoving, while Xue Wuhen was knocked back three or five steps, jolted away.

In terms of Internal Energy, Xue Wuhen was no match. Though his Divine Void Valley Art was potent, encountering someone whose Internal Energy far surpassed his own rendered it ineffective. The force of that punch was forcibly contained and countered.

Seeing Xue Wuhen knocked back, Gu Fengchen felt a wave of relief. Just as he prepared to speak, Xue Wuhen pivoted and shot back like lightning, appearing behind Gu Fengchen this time, his fist swinging towards Gu Fengchen’s waist.

Truly, Xue Wuhen’s lightness skill was uncanny. Though knocked back by Gu Fengchen’s force, he pivoted on his toes, skillfully converting the momentum from Gu Fengchen’s blow into a propellant, accelerating himself a third faster than before. He moved like a man skating on ice, astonishingly swift.

Gu Fengchen’s punch seemed to jolt Xue Wuhen awake. He stopped engaging Gu Fengchen head-on. Instead, he began circling Gu Fengchen, his fists aiming at areas hard to defend.

Gu Fengchen was now at a significant disadvantage. His own lightness skill was high but lacked this agility. Now he could only ward off blows; any attempt to counter couldn’t even brush the hem of Xue Wuhen’s robe.

After another moment of such combat, Gu Fengchen’s anxiety peaked. Silently, he wondered when this stalemate would end. If he were truly trapped here much longer, the Red Lotus Sect, with its numerous masters, would close in again. Escape would be harder, and Leader Ling’s life very likely forfeit.

His eyes darted to the ascending stone steps. Suddenly, an idea sparked.

Just then, Xue Wuhen punched towards his back once more. Instead of turning to parry, Gu Fengchen surged forward, dashing up the stone steps. Seeing him charge toward the peak, Xue Wuhen feared an assault on the Cult Leader and refused to let him go. With a tap of his foot, he closed to within a foot of Gu Fengchen.

Gu Fengchen appeared resolute, refusing to look back, driving forward at full speed. He swung his arm backward fiercely, unleashing a palm strike behind him.

The force of this palm was savage. Xue Wuhen wanted to evade, but they were now on the narrow mountain path steps, making maneuvering impossible. He had no choice but to block it head-on.

Another resounding bang! Xue Wuhen was sent flying back several feet. Yet, thanks to his remarkable lightness skill, he recovered and gave chase in the blink of an eye. Gu Fengchen repeated the maneuver, sending another palm strike backwards.

Now Gu Fengchen seized the upper hand. His front and flanks required no defensive attention; he only needed to guard against Xue Wuhen behind him. Xue Wuhen trailed below him, forced to fight upwards. Gu Fengchen, delivering his strikes downwards, found it immensely convenient.

Fury burned within Xue Wuhen. He raged like thunder, yet couldn’t overcome the force of Gu Fengchen’s backward palm strikes. He was effectively reduced to chasing Gu Fengchen’s tail.

In mere moments, Gu Fengchen had surged a hundred steps upwards.

Seeing the situation disadvantageous, Xue Wuhen decided to gamble. He leaped, attempting to vault over Gu Fengchen’s head to block his path on the mountain trail. But Gu Fengchen anticipated the move. He sent two palm strikes upward towards his own head. Suspended in mid-air, Xue Wuhen dared not ignore the attack and had to punch downward to counter. Gu Fengchen’s astonishing palm force knocked Xue Wuhen several feet higher. Though unharmed, when Xue Wuhen landed, he remained behind Gu Fengchen.

One chased, the other fled. The former launched palm strikes backwards with each step; the latter had to block each incoming strike, being forced back several steps with every blow.

Through this push and pull, advance and retreat, Gu Fengchen fought his way to the peak’s summit, arriving before the three Main Halls.

He had barely steadied his footing when several figures rushed from the Main Hall—Tie Furong, Zhou Cuo, Shende Taoist, and the others. The moment they saw Gu Fengchen, they attacked without a word.

Xue Wuhen leaped up to join them. The four instantly surrounded Gu Fengchen, one at each front.

These four were leagues beyond those gathered in Shangqiu, each a formidable solo fighter whose martial skills were bizarre. United against him, Gu Fengchen faltered. He could only rely on his unmatched Internal Energy cultivation to endure, lashing out with fierce, powerful palm strikes that repelled his attackers. For all their prowess, none could breach the foot-wide protective sphere around Gu Fengchen.

However, this tactic consumed Internal Energy far too intensely. It wouldn’t take long before he depleted it.

Gu Fengchen naturally knew this. As he unleashed another overwhelming palm force, he bellowed, “Esteemed seniors! Hear me! My coming is solely to save Leader Ling Ling’s life! I bear no other intent! As for past events at West Lake, my actions were forced by necessity! The reasons must wait for another time! At this moment, Cult Leader Ling’s life hangs by a thread! I have brought the Antidote! If you persist in battle, delaying her aid, you risk becoming the Red Lotus Sect’s own guilty parties!”

Tie Furong sneered, “With your smooth talk, how can we trust you!”

Gu Fengchen declared, “Should my words prove false, I welcome death! May my soul be condemned to rebirth as pigs and dogs! I only beg you to cease fighting, so we may first save Cult Leader Ling!”

Seeing this dire vow, they exchanged glances and eased their offensive intensity. Still wary of deception or ambush, they merely slowed their attack without stopping. Gu Fengchen saw this and cried, “If you doubt me, I will cease fighting first!”

With that, he abruptly withdrew his palm force, standing motionless at the center.

Halting amidst such intense combat was perilous. The four attackers hadn’t stopped their strikes yet. Seeing him retract his power without apparent trickery, they scrambled to curb their own blows as well.

An abrupt silence fell. Gu Fengchen’s chest stood a hair’s breadth from the tip of Shende Taoist’s longsword, the point already piercing his robe. Zhou Cuo’s fist hovered at the back of Gu Fengchen’s skull, barely grazing his hair; another half-inch forward would have shattered his head like crushed fruit. Tie Furong’s and Xue Wuhen’s blows also lingered micro-inches from his vital spots.

The four saw he truly wasn’t deceptive and simultaneously withdrew their hands, yet did not disperse their encirclement. Tie Furong asked, “Where is your antidote?”

Gu Fengchen said, “On my person.” He took out an oilcloth package containing the flower root and offered it: “Boil this root in water for half an hour. Administer the resulting decoction to Leader Ling. Give one dose every three hours. Remarkable effects will surely manifest within twelve hours.”

Just as Tie Furong reached to take it, a cold voice abruptly sounded from behind: “Hold.” Turning, the crowd saw Shen Rou standing before the Main Hall.

Her gaze was icy as she stared at Gu Fengchen: “Mr. Gu, is your coming truly with good intentions?” Gu Fengchen replied, “Naturally. I came solely to save Leader Ling.” Shen Rou pressed, “And how exactly did you come to know that our Leader Ling was poisoned?”

Gu Fengchen was momentarily taken aback. He thought inwardly that to explain this would be lengthy. Should he mention Ying Tian’ao and the others? But doing so would connect him to the White Lotus Sect, and Shen Rou and company would certainly not believe he came to save Ling Ling. Yet revealing Qing’er would invite even greater troubles. The Four Great Clans and the Red Lotus Sect were like fire and water; who would trust an antidote delivered by the Four Great Clans?

His moment of hesitation was met with Shen Rou’s cold laugh. “The fact that Leader Ling is poisoned is known only to the few present here. No one else knew. Yet you, Mr. Gu, not only knew she was poisoned, but brought the antidote, and even know the precise method for brewing it. Could it be…”

Before she could finish, Tie Furong suddenly understood and interjected: “Could it be that you were the one who poisoned her?” Xue Wuhen added harshly, “It fits! You must have poisoned our Leader during the West Lake gathering, taking advantage of her injuries! Now, fearing she might survive, you’ve brought an even more potent poison to finish the job! Isn’t that it!”

The four had already retracted their stances, but now they gathered their energy again, preparing to strike together.

Gu Fengchen stood stunned in place, exclaiming, “Don’t misunderstand! I truly bear no ill intent, I only came to…” The four gave him no chance to explain and attacked once more. Gu Fengchen tucked the antidote away, parried casually, and the five were instantly locked in combat again.

Qing’er and Bai Jingjing hadn’t yet reached the mountaintop, so Gu Fengchen had no reinforcements. He still employed his Divine Kung Fu, forcing his opponents back. He thought anxiously: These people are deeply suspicious now. There’s no time to waste. My only option now is to force my way through.

Having decided this, Gu Fengchen suddenly shouted at Shende Taoist, facing him directly, and threw a punch aimed at his face. Shende Taoist sidestepped swiftly, his longsword whistling through the air as he thrust towards Gu Fengchen’s waist. This combination of defense and attack was supremely skillful. Instead of retreating or dodging aside, Gu Fengchen deliberately moved towards the oncoming blade.

Seeing Gu Fengchen seemingly testing the sword with his body, Shende Taoist hesitated for a split second, his sword momentum faltering. Without shifting his shoulder or arm, Gu Fengchen twisted only his lean “wolf waist,” somehow wrenching his torso several crucial inches to the side and slipping past the sword tip. Simultaneously, his body brushed past Shende Taoist, breaking out of the encirclement.

Gu Fengchen’s form now accelerated dramatically. In a flash, he was before Shen Rou. Shen Rou stood at the door of the Main Hall, the final obstacle. Gu Fengchen, knowing she was both sharp-minded and a first-rate martial artist, took no chances. Gathering his full strength, he lashed out with a palm strike.

Shen Rou seemed to have anticipated this move. Instead of dodging or retreating, she flipped her wrist, producing a Dagger which she thrust straight towards his chest, seemingly unconcerned for her own safety—a mutually destructive tactic.

Gu Fengchen hadn’t expected this seemingly frail and gentle woman to employ such a ruthless technique from the outset. He had no desire to perish along with her. In his frantic effort, he leaped forcefully upward. A sharp tearing sound followed—the blade had slashed through his clothing, leaving a long gash. If not for his lightning-fast reaction, it would have disemboweled him.

The onlookers, seeing his attempt to reach the rear quarters where Ling Ling resided, surged with rage and collectively gave chase. Xue Wuhen, naturally the swiftest, flitted past them all and was instantly behind Gu Fengchen, throwing a punch.

Gu Fengchen met the blow with his left palm. Using the force of the impact, he propelled himself through the Main Hall’s door and sprinted deeper inside. The elite warriors of the Red Lotus Sect roared furously and pursued him.

Gu Fengchen burst into the rear courtyard, heading straight for the small tower. That was where Ling Ling resided; he recognized it, having convalesced there himself once before. He vaulted over flower beds and shrubbery, flipping himself onto the tower’s landing, where he collided head-on with someone.

The person was just emerging, carrying a bowl. Startled at the sudden collision, she cried out. The porcelain bowl in her hands fell, crashing onto the wooden floor with a loud clatter.

Gu Fengchen raised his eyes: it was the maidservant Ping’er, who had looked after him during his recovery. Ping’er, recognizing Gu Fengchen, froze in shock. Gu Fengchen urgently asked, “Where is Miss Ling?”

Ping’er didn’t answer, her eyes only darting instinctively towards a room behind her. Gu Fengchen understood immediately, pushed Ping’er aside, and rushed into the room. By now, Xue Wuhen and the others had already reached the foot of the tower. Ping’er shouted, “You mustn’t come up…”

Shen Rou stretched her arm out horizontally, blocking the others. Xue Wuhen fumed, “What are you doing? The Cult Leader is unconscious now, completely defenseless!” Shen Rou didn’t answer directly, only saying mildly, “He’s already inside. If he truly intends to kill the Cult Leader, could you stop him?”

Xue Wuhen argued, “If we don’t go in, then we definitely won’t stop him…”

Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the air from the mountaintop approach, signaling new arrivals. Zhou Cuo let out an angry roar: “They even have reinforcements! A few of you go protect the Cult Leader, I’ll deal with these interlopers.”

Xue Wuhen still wanted to ascend, but Shen Rou grabbed his arm and pulled him along, retreating towards the Main Hall. Xue Wuhen, frantic, protested: “Do you want the Cult Leader to die!?” Shen Rou replied calmly, “Have faith. The Cult Leader won’t die. And Gu Fengchen… doesn’t seem like he came to kill her.” Xue Wuhen questioned skeptically, “How could you possibly know that?”

Shen Rou answered, “No need for questions now. Let’s see what’s happening out front.”

Shen Rou was acknowledged as the most cunning strategist among them. Seeing her composure, the others found their anxiety easing. They all retreated, exited the Main Hall, and emerged onto the mountaintop approach.

Over a dozen sect warriors were engaged in a fierce skirmish with intruders, surrounding two women at its center. One of them, a young girl, held a large net and had already stripped the weapons from everyone, flinging them off the mountainside.

Shen Rou, seeing the girl, called out sharply: “Hold!” The warriors stopped fighting and withdrew. The girl spotted Shen Rou and grinned, saying, “Didn’t expect it to be me, did you?” Shen Rou replied flatly, “You seem to be a bit early.” The girl retorted cheerfully, “That’s because something unexpected happened that gave me an even better idea.”

Hearing this, Shen Rou said, “Very well, then. Follow me.” The girl scanned the surroundings and asked, “It seems like someone else came up before us?” Shen Rou confirmed, “That’s correct. I’ll take you to him.”

Meanwhile, back with Gu Fengchen: He had stormed into the small tower, pushed open a door, and charged into the very room where he himself had once recovered. The room was utterly silent, filled with lingering fragrance. The bed curtains were drawn low. Gu Fengchen, covering the distance in three bounding steps, reached the bedside and swept the curtains open.

The bed was empty.

No one! Only a few long strands of jet-black hair lay against the snow-white pillow—undoubtedly Ling Ling’s. A profound shock pulsed through Gu Fengchen. Could Ling Ling already be dead?

He staggered back several steps, nearly collapsing to the ground. His mind went blank, and he felt as though he wanted to die.

Gu Fengchen slowly sank into a chair, his eyes wide and vacant, growing increasingly lost. He didn’t even hear the footsteps approaching from behind.

A delicate hand, fingers as white as spring scallions, lightly rested on his shoulder. Then a familiar voice sounded in his ear: “You came…”

Gu Fengchen’s body jolted violently. He whipped his head around and saw someone standing behind him. Her face was peerlessly beautiful, standing gracefully there like a swaying lotus, radiating an incomparable purity.

Ling Ling!

Gu Fengchen didn’t know how he stood up. As if in a dream, he mumbled dazedly, “Am I dead too?” Ling Ling smiled at him and reached out to touch his cheek. Gu Fengchen seemed completely unaware.

Slap! The sound echoed. Ling Ling’s five spring-onion-like fingers left five distinct marks on Gu Fengchen’s face.

That slap was forceful. It jolted Gu Fengchen awake. He touched his stinging cheek—it hurt sharply—and realized this wasn’t a dream. Shock and elation surged through him: “Linger, you… you’re cured? The poison is gone?”

Ling Ling’s voice was icy: “You must be disappointed.” Gu Fengchen almost leaped for joy: “How could that be? I couldn’t be disappointed! I genuinely hoped you were alright. Now that you really are, I’m so happy… so happy, incredibly happy!” He was practically incoherent.

Watching him hop about frantically, Ling Ling’s face remained cold. “What are you here for?”

Gu Fengchen pulled the flower root from his bosom. “I heard you were poisoned. I came specifically to bring you the antidote.” Ling Ling snatched the root from his hand and tossed it onto the table. “Thanks. You can leave now.” Gu Fengchen received a flat-out rejection and was momentarily at a loss for words. “I… I…” he stammered.

Ling Ling said, “Do you want me to thank you?”

Gu Fengchen quickly shook his head. “No, no. I… I’ll go…”

He seemed listless and absent-minded as he walked towards the door. After a few steps, something occurred to him. He turned back and asked, “Are your injuries healed?” Ling Ling replied curtly, “They are.” Seeing her responses were consistently blocking any opening, Gu Fengchen felt it was awkward and fruitless to inquire further. Finally remembering something, he stammered, “Oh, right. There’s something… something important I need to tell you…”

Ling Ling cut him off, “I don’t want to hear it. Get out.”

Gu Fengchen pressed on, “This concerns the life and death of your Red Lotus Sect…”

Ling Ling stated coldly, “The life and death of the Red Lotus Sect requires no interference from outsiders.” Every word Gu Fengchen spoke was deflected by her. He felt utterly stifled, a chest full of words with nowhere to begin, the suffocation excruciating.

Ling Ling maintained the demeanor of a stranger, her eyes showing not the slightest ripple, a calmness that was utterly chilling.

Gu Fengchen sighed heavily. He knew he had hurt her too deeply. Whatever he said now, she would never forgive him. Resigned to his own bitter frustration, he turned to leave.

Just then, three people descended the stairs, opened the door, and entered the room. It was Shen Rou, accompanied by two women—undoubtedly Qing’er and Bai Jingjing. The groups came face to face. Qing’er and Shen Rou’s expressions remained neutral. Bai Jingjing caught sight of Ling Ling and froze briefly. Seeing her unparalleled beauty, Bai Jingjing felt a momentary sting of inferiority, but it passed in an instant. She immediately looped her arm through Gu Fengchen’s and called out sweetly, “Husband, is this the Cult Leader Ling you mentioned?”

Hearing her call him “husband,” Gu Fengchen’s face flushed crimson. He mumbled incoherently and stole a glance at Ling Ling. Her expression hadn’t changed; her face was still icy cold, showing no reaction whatsoever. It felt like a thunderbolt had struck his heart.

Shen Rou addressed Gu Fengchen, “What other business do you have, Mr. Gu?” Gu Fengchen stiffly replied, “Since… Leader Ling is unharmed, I… bid you farewell.” With that, he prepared to leave with Bai Jingjing. However, Qing’er stepped forward, blocking their path. She glanced at Ling Ling and said pointedly, “Since you’re here, you should introduce your new bride, shouldn’t you?” Gu Fengchen gave a few dry coughs, utterly speechless, and simply kept his head down as he pushed past to leave. Facing the one he truly loved, he felt utterly powerless. He regretted his earlier decision to marry Bai Jingjing, but the wood was already carved into the boat—spoken words could not be retracted. He just couldn’t bring himself to explain it to Ling Ling. Now, seeing she was cured, he felt deeply puzzled, but saw no point in asking. He decided it was best to simply leave Mount Huang and find his own path from here.

At that moment, Gu Fengchen became entirely redundant.

He walked out of the room with Bai Jingjing, where they encountered Ping’er. He lowered his gaze and wordlessly brushed past her. He heard Ping’er’s cold snort behind them: “Heartbreaker. Conscienceless. Hope he gets struck by lightning.” The words pierced Gu Fengchen’s heart like needles. Bai Jingjing, finding it offensive, wanted to snap back. Gu Fengchen grabbed her arm to stop her, and they quickly descended the tower.

As they were about to turn towards the main hall, Shen Rou jumped down from above, blocking their path. “Mr. Gu, wait a moment. I have something to say.”

Gu Fengchen said, “Go ahead.” Shen Rou stated, “Since we couldn’t stop you, Mr. Gu, and you know Leader Ling is unharmed, it shows you care about her deeply. I only ask that you keep this secret absolutely confidential and not let outsiders know.” Gu Fengchen asked, “You mean, you don’t want me to tell anyone that Leader Ling has recovered?”

Shen Rou confirmed, “Exactly. The reason for this concerns confidential matters of our Sect and cannot be shared with you.”

Gu Fengchen nodded. “I promise. Besides, even if I wanted to tell someone, who would listen?” He made to leave but remembered something else. “The young lady who came with me… is she leaving too?”

Shen Rou answered, “She is staying. She has matters to discuss with our Cult Leader.” Gu Fengchen frowned. “Why are you keeping her here? Do you know her?” Shen Rou smiled faintly. “Miss Nangong Qing of the Nangong Family. Naturally, we know her.”

Gu Fengchen was startled. “You know she’s the Nangong Family’s young mistress?”

Shen Rou said, “Why should that be strange? She came to negotiate on behalf of her family. As the saying goes, envoys between two warring states should not be harmed. Rest assured, once the talks are concluded, we will escort her down the mountain personally. We guarantee not a single hair on her head will be harmed.”

Gu Fengchen felt a wave of confusion in his heart, with many questions he wanted to ask, but Shen Rou had finished speaking and had already returned to the small tower. Gu Fengchen had no choice but to lead Bai Jingjing out of the Main Hall.

In front of the hall, there was no one left; Xue Wuhen and the others were nowhere to be found. Facing the vast sea of clouds and the whistling pine wind, Gu Fengchen let out a long sigh. Bai Jingjing said, “Why sigh? You must have nowhere to go, right?”

Gu Fengchen replied, “It isn’t quite like that.” Bai Jingjing rolled her eyes and laughed, “I know. The woman you care for didn’t show you any kindness; she obviously holds a grudge against you.” Gu Fengchen said, “If she held a grudge, it would actually be better. But now… she looks at me completely as if I were a stranger. I think there’s no hope for us anymore. This was probably our last meeting.”

Bai Jingjing said, “I think you’re wrong. She must still remember your goodness.”

Gu Fengchen gave a bitter smile, “No need to comfort me.” Bai Jingjing said, “I’m not here to comfort you. When women look at women, they always understand much better than men. Her treating you like a stranger is because she hates you. A woman’s hate is love. It’s a sign she still loves you. If she no longer loved you, she would treat you like an ordinary friend, serving you tea and water. Only then would you truly be over.”

Hearing this, Gu Fengchen didn’t know what to feel inside. He gently took Bai Jingjing’s hand and said, “Jingjing, you know I love her, and she loves me. You must be feeling bad about it. But this is my true heart, and I can’t change it. You… have suffered.”

Bai Jingjing looked downhearted and whispered, “I know. It isn’t easy for a man to truly fall in love with a woman. They experience many unforgettable things between them; it’s often fate, not something forced. But don’t worry; I can bear it.”

The two gazed at each other silently. After a long while, they slowly descended the peak.

Before long, they reached the foot of the mountain and found their horses in a dense forest. Leading the horses, they walked at a leisurely pace. Truly, the two had nowhere to turn. As soon as they left the influence of the Red Lotus Sect, most likely, Jianghu (Martial World) members would come to besiege them, since they knew the Kill Order for Gu Fengchen hadn’t been canceled and everyone knew he was still alive.

But they couldn’t linger forever. Bai Jingjing pondered and said, “Fengchen brother, since there’s really no place, come with me.” Gu Fengchen asked, “Where to?” Bai Jingjing replied, “To my place. In Jinling, I have some business and a house; it’s enough for us to live on.”

Gu Fengchen said, “Jinling has been prosperous since ancient times, filled with martial artists. I’ll surely be recognized sooner or later. I’m not afraid for myself, but it will implicate you. Even if you had ten businesses, they’d all be smashed.”

Bai Jingjing said, “I’ve considered that. As the saying goes, ‘great seclusion is in the court, moderate seclusion is in the city.’ Jianghu (Martial World) members will surely think you’ll go to remote areas. If we go to Jinling, it will surprise them immensely, and it might be quite safe.”

Gu Fengchen still shook his head. Just then, they suddenly heard the clatter of hooves. A group of people approached on a small path, and upon seeing Gu Fengchen from afar, they cried, “Here he is, here he is!”

Their voices were all female. Gu Fengchen was startled. Lifting his eyes, he saw a woman on the lead horse, and as she approached closer, he saw clearly: it was Hua Yuehen, the City Lord of Broken Heart City.

Gu Fengchen felt a surge of warmth in his heart upon seeing Hua Yuehen. He knew this Hua City Lord always held gratitude toward him; she could be called a true friend.

Hua Yuehen galloped near, jumped off her horse, and knelt face to face. The women behind her all knelt as well. Gu Fengchen hurriedly helped Hua Yuehen up: “Hua City Lord, such great rites are undeserved. Sisters, please rise quickly.” Hua Yuehen clutched Gu Fengchen, looking him up and down, tears falling from her eyes.

Gu Fengchen said, “No need to worry. I, Gu, am perfectly fine, can eat and sleep.”

Hua Yuehen said, “Since we parted that day at Qingmiao Town, and you, benefactor, went far away, I thought deeply and couldn’t rest easy. Finally, I came up with a plan: I went to the Red Lotus Sect.”

Gu Fengchen was shocked: “Why did you go to the Red Lotus Sect?” Hua Yuehen replied, “I begged Leader Ling to send people to protect you. But… she didn’t agree. I went twice, and then she forbade me from ascending the peak again. So I resolved firmly: if she didn’t consent, I’d come to beg her every day.” Gu Fengchen was deeply moved: “You mean you’ve been waiting here all these days?”

Hua Yuehen said, “Heaven took pity. Today, one of my subordinates saw you going into the mountains. I hardly believed it, so I rushed here. To my surprise, it was true. Benefactor, your fortune is great, your life blessed; you will surely achieve great things in the future.”

Gu Fengchen smiled bitterly: “Not at all. Merely keeping my life is already heaven’s grace.”

He pulled Bai Jingjing over and introduced her to Hua Yuehen. Hua Yuehen had met Bai Jingjing once before but wasn’t close to her. However, when she heard Gu Fengchen call Bai Jingjing his wife, she secretly frowned. Bai Jingjing, who had heard about his friendship with Hua Yuehen while he was recovering from illness, made a deep curtsy, showing great respect to this Hua City Lord.

Hua Yuehen felt doubtful. She excused herself to Bai Jingjing, pulled Gu Fengchen aside, and asked softly, “How could you marry her? Don’t you know her character?”

Gu Fengchen recounted what happened that day. Hua Yuehen sighed: “It must be fate. White Scorpion… Bai Jingjing, although she hasn’t walked the straight path, I haven’t heard of her being promiscuous; she values her chastity, only her methods are ruthless. Well, hopefully, by following you, she’ll reform.”

After saying that, she pulled Gu Fengchen back and asked Bai Jingjing: “Now the entire Jianghu (Martial World) is chasing the benefactor. Today, it seems even the Red Lotus Sect won’t tolerate him. The only plan now is to go to Broken Heart City. I invited him there before, but he feared causing trouble for us, so he declined. Today I request again. Young lady, please advise the benefactor too. Broken Heart City is located by Lake Chao, and our influence is considerable. At the slightest disturbance, we can be alerted. So going there is the safest for him.”

Bai Jingjing thought it over, feeling Broken Heart City was indeed far better than Jinling. She agreed to Hua Yuehen’s request. From the bottom of his heart, Gu Fengchen didn’t want to be too far from Ling Ling, so he nodded: “All right, let’s go to Broken Heart City for now and take refuge.”

Hua Yuehen and the women were all very excited. Without delay, they mounted their horses and set off toward Lake Chao.

On the road, Hua Yuehen thought it was conspicuous to have a man among so many young women. Suppressing a laugh, she suggested to Gu Fengchen if he could switch to women’s clothes for convenience. Gu Fengchen firmly refused. Finally, Bai Jingjing gave a knowing look, threw her arms around Gu Fengchen. He could have shaken her off with force but feared hurting her. Just when he was at a loss, the women behind rushed forward and scrambled to drape him in a set of woman’s robes.

Gu Fengchen found it both comic and exasperating. Fortunately, women’s clothes in the Central Plains were traditionally loose, so it wasn’t too tight. Bai Jingjing then wanted to apply rouge to his face, but Gu Fengchen absolutely refused. In the end, they had to buy a large straw hat draped with black gauze to hide his face and make do.

After the disguise was complete, they hurried onward to Broken Heart City. Their horses were swift, so within days, they reached the shores of Lake Chao. Arriving there, Gu Fengchen finally changed back to his original attire. Hua Yuehen had already sent a message ahead. When the group reached the lakeside, boats came to meet them. They took Gu Fengchen and Bai Jingjing, and together they went to Broken Heart City. This was Gu Fengchen’s second time there, barely months after he last helped Broken Heart City. Upon seeing the benefactor arrive, the women were even more jubilant, immediately setting up a feast to welcome him. Since he had brought his wife, they treated Bai Jingjing warmly as one of their own.

That night, a grand wine banquet was held in Broken Heart City. Gu Fengchen and Bai Jingjing were seated in the places of honor, with Hua Yuehen accompanying them. They drank heartily. Gu Fengchen felt heavy-hearted, thinking constantly of Ling Ling, so he drank little but soon got dead drunk and collapsed. Bai Jingjing and Hua Yuehen helped him to rest.

The next day, after Gu Fengchen recovered from his drunkenness, Hua Yuehen brought him some refreshments and sat down to eat with him. While they ate, Hua Yuehen kept smiling at him. Gu Fengchen, knowing she had something on her mind, said, “What are you thinking about again?”

Hua Yuehen said, “When you married Lady Bai, did you ever perform the marriage ceremony?”

Gu Fengchen shook his head with a bitter laugh and said, “We were about to die at that time; how could we have time to think of such things?”

Hua Yuehen smiled and said, “That works fine. I’ve thought it over for days, and I feel you might as well hold your wedding here—I mean, a duly arranged and grand wedding ceremony. What do you think?”

Gu Fengchen heard this and shook his head vigorously, “No, not good. Such a big commotion will surely be known to outsiders. Then Broken Heart City would become the public enemy of Jianghu (Martial World) for sheltering me; I cannot bear that.”

Hua Yuehen said, “What is there to fear! Even without you, the benefactor, Broken Heart City was still disdained in Jianghu.”

Gu Fengchen just kept shaking his head. Hua Yuehen pleaded for a long time but couldn’t persuade him. She finally had to say, “If you, the benefactor, don’t want to hold any wedding festivities, that’s also fine; it just hurts Lady Bai, following you without proper status.”

Gu Fengchen sighed, “I would rather not have married her, so she wouldn’t have to follow me in my flight through Jianghu.”

Hua Yuehen, being meticulous and thoughtful, asked, “From what I see, you still cannot let go of someone in your heart, am I right?”

Gu Fengchen remained silent.

Hua Yuehen said, “I’ve heard about you and Leader Ling, but in life, unpleasant things are common while not many can be spoken of. Leader Ling is wonderful, but Heaven insisted on creating a vast sea between you two; that was simply destined…”

She stood up and said, “All right, I’ll go and speak with Lady Bai, letting you have some calm days to decide.”

Gu Fengchen said, “Thank you, City Lord Hua Yuehen. To trouble you like this, I feel truly sorry.”

Hua Yuehen laughed, “You saved my life twice, which is like rebirth already; why say such words?”

As Hua Yuehen stepped out the door, she noticed Bai Jingjing was right outside. She led her to her own room and asked, “You’ve overheard our conversation?”

Bai Jingjing nodded.

Hua Yuehen sighed, “How difficult for him too; don’t blame him. The benefactor Hero Gu is a very fine man. Whoever marries him would have fortune built over lifetimes.”

Bai Jingjing blushed shyly and nodded lightly, “I know. Even if he hasn’t fallen for me yet, I am quite satisfied.”

Hua Yuehen said, “Don’t rush. After a while, once Hero Gu’s heart settles, I’ll arrange your wedding. For so many years, Broken Heart City has faced ill luck; a joyous event would finally dispel the misfortune.”

For several days in a row, Gu Fengchen slept alone each night. Bai Jingjing stayed with Hua Yuehen and could not bring herself to ask to move in with Gu Fengchen. Hua Yuehen only comforted her, saying she would relay the message once Gu Fengchen felt better, which made Bai Jingjing blush scarlet.

Actually, Bai Jingjing had never experienced marital intimacy with Gu Fengchen. The only touch had been when she tended to him during his recovery while he lay ill. Having met her true love, and due to her previous bad reputation, she restrained herself deeply without any improper actions, becoming a respectable and virtuous lady. Her former bold and fierce nature had long vanished.

She deeply understood that a man’s love for a woman is hard to change, but she must wait. From her heart, she craved for Gu Fengchen to love her, yet it could never be forced. Being with Gu Fengchen day and night remained her greatest happiness.

After some days, it neared mid-autumn in late August. The women of Broken Heart City swept inside and out, bought supplies, and prepared for the festival.

That night, it was the thirteenth of August, and Gu Fengchen was sleeping soundly when suddenly he was startled awake by a faint noise. He gazed out the window: the sky was bathed in moonlight, the wind stilled, serene and calm. But amidst this quietness, it seemed someone was sneaking toward the house.

Gu Fengchen was alarmed inside, thinking that enemies had discovered his hiding place and were coming to ambush him. So he gently rose and donned his clothes. Just as he got out of bed, he heard a swish, and something flew through the window, landing on the floor with a clack—it sounded like a stone.

By the moonlight, he saw a silk cloth wrapped around the stone. Unfolding it, he read the words: “Follow me.”

Gu Fengchen chuckled coldly to himself, suspecting the other party intended to lure him to a secluded spot for an attack. Being skilled and bold, he did not hesitate. He quietly opened the window and, sure enough, saw a figure darting into the mountain just dozens of yards away. Gu Fengchen leapt out and followed closely.

The two ran one after the other not far before arriving at the mouth of a rocky cave. Mount Lao had numerous caves, grand and perilous. Gu Fengchen had visited often during the day and was familiar with the terrain, so he feared nothing.

When the person ahead reached the cave entrance, seeing no one else around, they stopped running and patiently waited for Gu Fengchen.

Gu Fengchen halted three yards away, sizing up the figure: it was a woman with a black veil over her face, but her form seemed vaguely familiar. He asked, “Who are you? What do you need from me?”

The woman didn’t answer but just lifted her veil to reveal her face. In the moonlight, Gu Fengchen froze in surprise: it was Lady Xueyi.

Lady Xueyi offered a faint smile, “It’s been days since we parted. How is your health, Hero Gu?”

After all, she had saved his life, so Gu Fangchen clasped his hands respectfully and said, “Thanks for your concern; I’m mostly recovered.”

Lady Xueyi said, “I assumed you hid here out of cowardice, but now I see it’s for the pleasures of the flesh—you’ve been surrounded by beauties, indulging in bliss these days.”

Gu Fengchen replied seriously, “I am no upright gentleman, but neither am I obsessed with luxury. Were the bliss great, I would not bask in it. Though I am close with the sisters of Broken Heart City, I’ve never crossed boundaries. I do not understand this talk of indulgence.”

Lady Xueyi smiled, “No need for temper! I’ve observed it—you’re with dozens of beauties yet sleep alone at night. Of course, you’re an upright gentleman.”

Gu Fengchen wished not to dwell and asked, “Why have you come, Elder Lady?”

Lady Xueyi said, “I have a purpose, but first, let me ask you something.”

Gu Fengchen said, “Speak openly, Elder Lady.”

Lady Xueyi asked, “How long will you hide in Broken Heart City—a lifetime?”

Gu Fengchen answered, “Certainly not.”

Lady Xueyi pressed, “Then until when?”

Gu Fengchen sighed, “That… I haven’t thought of yet.”

Lady Xueyi said, “As a true man, to cling to life daily while hiding among women invites ridicule. Even as an upright gentleman, it’s worthless!”

Gu Fengchen answered, “Your words are justified. Yet where else can I go? Once I step back into Jianghu, countless hunters will come after me. I do not fear death myself, but now with my wife following, if she were harmed, it would weigh on my soul.”

Lady Xueyi said, “I came to teach you a lesson. Do as I say, and you’ll avoid both chase and shameful hiding.”

Gu Fengchen asked, “What do you propose? Explain clearly. Do you still want me to seize someone’s Cult Leader position?”

Lady Xueyi replied, “That’s step two. Step one, you must grow powerful yourself.”

Gu Fengchen smiled slightly, “That does interest me.”

Lady Xueyi explained, “Broken Heart City is a tiny place, sparse with experts, weak in influence. If you linger, you’ll be found. Then powerful figures seeking the Young Master title will swarm in to pursue you. Broken Heart City cannot protect you and will fall prey—possibly wiped out entirely. Could you bear that?”

Gu Fengchen admitted, “You are right. So what should I do?”

Lady Xueyi said, “Simple: build your strength until others dare not touch you.”

Gu Fengchen pondered, “What do you mean…”

Lady Xueyi declared, “Make Broken Heart City one of the major powers in Jianghu, rivaling the Four Great Clans and the Red Lotus Sect.”

Gu Fengchen gave a wry smile, “I lack such talent. Even if I had it, it would take many years, immense resources to achieve.”

Lady Xueyi laughed, “Perhaps not. If you agree, within half a month, Broken Heart City will bristle with talent, filled with top warriors.”

Gu Fengchen was startled and retorted, “You want to incorporate members of the White Lotus Sect into Broken Heart City!”

Lady Xueyi nodded with a smile. “Not dumb, are you?” Gu Fengchen’s thoughts raced: “This way, White Lotus Sect members gain public identities, turning Broken Heart City into their cover. When the time comes to dominate the martial world, they can reclaim their titles.” Lady Xueyi remarked, “Seems you’re not just not dumb, but quite clever indeed.”

Gu Fengchen sneered coldly. “What if I refuse?”

Lady Xueyi replied calmly, “Then, within half a month, Broken Heart City will face total destruction. And mind you, we won’t even need to lift a finger. Many would scramble to be the next Young Master of the Jianghu (Martial World).”

Gu Fengchen chuckled, hands clasped behind his back. “You’re threatening me! But you should know, Gu despises threats more than anything. Let me make this clear: if word gets out that I’m in Broken Heart City through you, I’ll leave immediately. I’ll stride the Jianghu, the Gu banner held high, ready to die wherever my path ends! I won’t drag Broken Heart City down with me.”

Lady Xueyi said, “And that, precisely, plays into my hands.” “Meaning what?” Gu Fengchen demanded. Lady Xueyi explained, “Once you’re gone, Broken Heart City loses its strongest ally. Seizing it then becomes as easy as turning over my hand for the White Lotus Sect. Know why we covet Broken Heart City? It’s perilously close to the Red Lotus Sect. Its terrain is excellent—suited for both attack and defense. Truly a land fit for ruling!”

Gu Fengchen raged, “If you dare harm a single brick or tile of Broken Heart City, Gu will fight you to the death!” “No need for anger,” Lady Xueyi soothed. “We can discuss things reasonably. Besides, my proposal brings you countless benefits and not a single harm.” “Enlighten me about these ‘countless benefits’ then,” Gu Fengchen challenged.

Lady Xueyi laid them out: “First, Broken Heart City’s power surges. Knowing you reside here, none in the Jianghu would dare challenge you again. You gain safety. Second, Broken Heart City’s name will resound throughout the martial world—nothing bad about that! Third, Broken Heart City’s reputation has been poor, largely because it’s comprised solely of women. Leadership by you faces numerous difficulties. But once numerous skilled male warriors join, Broken Heart City transforms into a proper, respectable sect, vastly improving its standing. Furthermore, though the White Lotus Sect has grown strong in secret, we’ve always lacked a suitable Cult Leader. My husband possesses both talent and supreme martial prowess, yet his immobile legs prevent him from taking the role. Truthfully, we’ve been searching for the right candidate for a long time. The Red Lotus Sect, dubbed a cult solely due to its many masters whom the Jianghu cannot contain—we, the White Lotus Sect, refuse to follow down that path. If our day of prominence comes, we shall take the righteous path. Whether we even call it the White Lotus Sect then remains open for discussion. Therefore, we believe you are the most perfect person to lead the White Lotus Sect.”

Hearing this, Gu Fengchen was momentarily dazed. “You… you wish to invite me to be the Cult Leader?”

Lady Xueyi confirmed, “We’ve observed you for a long time. Multiple key figures within our sect consider you the ideal choice.”

Gu Fengchen shook his head vigorously. “I am unfit. Seek someone more capable.” Lady Xueyi countered, “We won’t force the matter. To do it or not, the choice is entirely yours. I know you deeply love Leader Ling, but currently, she lies poisoned and bedridden… and the Double Ninth Festival approaches swiftly.” Gu Fengchen knew Ling Ling’s poison had been cured, but Shen Rou had urged him to keep it secret, so he sneered, “So what of it?”

Lady Xueyi persisted, “Because the Red Lotus Sect issued martial world notices long ago, announcing the Cult Leader Succession Ceremony on the Double Ninth Festival. With her current state, she absolutely cannot assume leadership. This makes the Red Lotus Sect look capricious, treating such a grand affair like a joke. They’ll become a laughingstock, unable to stand within the Jianghu. Therefore, whether Leader Ling can rise or not, the Succession Ceremony must proceed. But who, pray tell, will sit in the Cult Leader’s seat then?”

Gu Fengchen argued, “The Red Lotus Sect teems with masters. An interim Acting Leader shouldn’t be hard to find?”

Lady Xueyi chuckled. “It’s not that simple. From what I know, the Four Great Clans will also attend. Expecting them to sit quietly and not cause trouble? Utterly impossible.” “What has this to do with me?” retorted Gu Fengchen. Lady Xueyi shook her head dismissively. “You are far too selfish! Always retorting with ‘what has it to do with you!’ It shows you prioritize only yourself, paying no heed to others’ affairs unless they concern you directly.”

Gu Fengchen scoffed, “Better that than meddling destructively in others’ business.”

“Let’s set that aside,” Lady Xueyi shifted topics. “At the West Lake gathering, the Four Great Clans retreated bruised. For the Double Ninth Ceremony, they will surely return with full force to reclaim their honor. I know they’ve covertly allied with numerous sects to sabotage the ceremony and vie for the Cult Leader position.”

Gu Fengchen was baffled. “The Four Great Clans aiming for the Red Lotus Sect Leader? You must be jesting.”

“Not a word I’ve said is a joke,” Lady Xueyi insisted. “Do you think I traveled all this way to tell tall tales?” Gu Fengchen reasoned, “The Four Great Clans and the Red Lotus Sect are mortal enemies. The Red Lotus Sect would never allow outsiders to contend for leadership!” Lady Xueyi countered, “The Four Great Clans aren’t strangers to usurping power. Moreover, the old rules of the Red Lotus Sect always revered strength above all. Whichever martial artist proved strongest became the Cult Leader. Every four years, they duel anew. Therefore, each generation’s leader had to train relentlessly day after day just to keep their seat. Only Ling Yufeng broke this rule once before his death, passing leadership to his daughter. Yet, he also decreed that if she proved inept at martial arts, she could be deposed and replaced. So, strength as the foundation and the strongest as revered—this remains the Red Lotus Sect’s immutable law. The Four Great Clans know this perfectly well.”

Gu Fengchen remained unconvinced. “Even if they force the Red Lotus Sect to elect its strongest fighter at the ceremony, how do they stand to gain? The Leader still comes from within the Red Lotus Sect.” “You are gravely mistaken,” Lady Xueyi stated bluntly. “To be frank, there is an insider from the Four Great Clans within the Red Lotus Sect itself—a pivotal figure. This spy’s sole purpose is to emerge victorious during that ceremony and seize the Cult Leader’s throne.”

At this, Gu Fengchen was truly shocked.

Lady Xueyi continued, “If this person becomes Cult Leader, how long do you suppose that Miss Ling will survive?”

Though Gu Fengchen knew Ling Ling was safe, the presence of a treacherous spy near her was a lethal hidden danger. Clearly, this person remained ignorant of her cure; otherwise, the Four Great Clans wouldn’t risk exposing their pawn. He demanded urgently, “Who is this person?”

“We don’t know,” Lady Xueyi admitted. “This isn’t to deceive you deliberately. We merely intercepted a carrier pigeon carrying a secret message from this agent to the Four Great Clans a few days ago. It mentioned no identity.”

Gu Fengchen questioned her motive, “Why tell me this? Afraid I might warn the Red Lotus Sect?”

Lady Xueyi gave a light, unconcerned laugh. “You are an enemy of the Red Lotus Sect now. They would never trust you! Should you warn them? They’ll only think one thing: you’re trying to sow discord!”

Gu Fengchen conceded her point was valid. “I cannot stand idle while Leader Ling faces danger. Given your reasoning, esteemed senior, what should I do?” Lady Xueyi proposed, “Accept my suggestion. Gather followers widely. Ascend the Bright Summit on the Double Ninth Festival. Seize the Cult Leader position. Should Miss Ling recover fully later, you can return the seat to her… and perhaps even change her view of you. Isn’t that killing two birds with one stone?”

A flicker of hope stirred in Gu Fengchen, but he immediately voiced an objection. “Yet I am no member of the Red Lotus Sect. How can I just step in and seize their leadership?”

Lady Xueyi countered, “Who says you’re not? In my view, you are the most qualified to become the Leader of the Red Lotus Sect.”

As she spoke, she retrieved an iron box from her waist. Stepping forward, she placed it into Gu Fengchen’s hands. “Show this at the Double Ninth Festival, and not a soul in the Red Lotus Sect will object to your participation in the Cult Leader succession.”

Gu Fengchen remembered. “Is this the token Elder Ying spoke of?”

Lady Xueyi confirmed, “Correct. I only ask you to safeguard it diligently. Never lose or damage it. Should it come to harm, not only we, but also the members of the Red Lotus Sect will deem you their greatest sinner.”

Gu Fengchen adopted a solemn demeanor. “This humble one commits it to memory.”

Lady Xueyi produced a thin booklet and handed it to Gu Fengchen, saying, “Though your internal energy is astonishing, your techniques are far too crude. Against true masters, you will surely suffer. The martial arts in this booklet can help you remedy this weakness. Practice it well; your time is limited.”

After speaking, Lady Xueyi floated up like a fairy gliding over ripples and vanished into the night.

Gu Fengchen held the two items, his heart racing with mixed emotions.

Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind: “He’s here.” Gu Fengchen turned to see two figures approaching under the moonlight—Hua Yuehen and Bai Jingjing.

Bai Jingjing rushed over urgently asking, “Why are you not sleeping properly? What are you doing here?” Spotting the objects in his hands, she asked, “What are these?” Gu Fengchen replied, “Lady Xueyi was just here. She gave me these.”

Hua Yuehen, who naturally knew of Lady Xueyi’s reputation, frowned. “What did she want?” After Gu Fengchen recounted the event, both women fell silent. Their expressions made it clear this was no trivial matter—an action hard to accept immediately.

Bai Jingjing asked, “Have you looked at what she gave you?” Gu Fengchen answered, “Not yet.” As he spoke, he gently placed the box on the ground and slowly opened it.

The moment the lid lifted, moonlight caught the contents, releasing a dazzling golden radiance. All three peered inside to find a gleaming golden wrist talisman. It had two symmetrical layers, resembling the lotus pedestal of a Guanyin statue—exquisitely crafted.

Gu Fengchen lifted the wrist talisman, surprised by its lightness. It felt unlike gold, but the material was unknown to him. Bai Jingjing and Hua Yuehen, discerning in such matters, recognized its extraordinary craftsmanship at a glance.

Noticing the booklet, Bai Jingjing saw its blank cover. Opening the first page, she revealed four bold characters: Hundred Flowers Divine Palm.

Never having heard of this palm technique, she questioned Gu Fengchen and Hua Yuehen—both equally unfamiliar. Deeming the location unsuitable for discussion, the trio returned to Gu Fengchen’s room.

Light was lit, brightening the space considerably. Gu Fengchen asked Hua Yuehen to safeguard the wrist talisman, then the three gathered around the table to study the Hundred Flowers Divine Palm manual.

Within a few pages, all three felt their blood surge. This palm technique was extraordinarily profound, but demanded immense internal energy, requiring prior mastery of the Heaven-Defying Divine Art. Practicing it without these prerequisites invited harm.

Though named “Hundred Flowers,” it contained only nine palm techniques, each named after a flower: Plum Blossom Palm, Pear Blossom Palm, Peach Blossom Palm, Snow Blossom Palm, Apricot Blossom Palm, Chrysanthemum Palm, Osmanthus Palm, Orchid Palm, and Lotus Palm.

Each palm technique—just one stance—was distilled to its essence, profound beyond measure. True to their floral names, the stances were astonishing, striking from unimaginable angles, amplified by supreme internal energy. Together, they formed peerless art.

Having traversed the Jianghu for months, Gu Fengchen had witnessed numerous renowned masters. Some practiced noble arts, while others wielded bizarre techniques. Yet none could compare to this palm method. By its stances, it seemed unorthodox, even sinister. But its energy application and transitions steered it back into orthodoxy. It blurred the lines between righteous and evil—dancing on the knife-edge without falling.

Few knew this Hundred Flowers Divine Palm was a legacy from the White Lotus Sect founders. Establishing their sect, the founders jointly created a palm technique and a spear technique: the Hundred Flowers Palm and its counterpart, the Lover’s Spear.

Afterwards, the sect split into the Red and White Lotus. The White Lotus Sect took the palm technique, leaving the Red Lotus Sect with the spear technique. Hence, the Red Lotus Sect never acknowledged the palm technique’s existence. As the decades passed, few beyond White Lotus remnants and the Leader of the Red Lotus Sect remembered that the Hundred Flowers Divine Palm could rival the Lover’s Spear.

Its resurfacing now seemed destined, heaven’s will. Without Gu Fengchen’s mastery of the Heaven-Defying Divine Art, the manual would have been useless. For over a century, no one within the White Lotus Sect succeeded in learning it—simply because the Heaven-Defying Formula resided with the Red Lotus Sect, preventing the mastery of Heaven-Defying Divine Art.

Since mastering the art, Gu Fengchen’s perception deepened. Grasping the palm technique’s marvels came easily. The two women, delighted, withdrew to leave him alone to practice diligently.

For three days, Gu Fengchen remained indoors, wholly devoted to the Hundred Flowers Divine Palm. His progress was swift. Though its stances were simple—easily learned—their brilliance lay in their fluid transformations and the transcendental application of internal energy. They could shift from utmost softness to utmost hardness instantly, far surpassing Zhou Cuo’s “Making the Best of a Mistake” fist technique. By the end of three days, Gu Fengchen had mastered five palms.

On the fourth day, as he practiced, Bai Jingjing burst in. “Trouble!” she exclaimed. “We’re under attack.”

Gu Fengchen halted his movements. “How many?”

“Two boats, around ten men. Signals came from the lake’s edge. The City Lord has deployed defenses.”

Gu Fengchen said, “So the Jianghu knows I’m here now. Let’s investigate.”

They hurried to the lakeshore. Hua Yuehen was already positioned, gazing across the water where two boats indeed rowed closer. A dozen men, dressed as Jianghu fighters, stood on the decks.

Seeing Gu Fengchen approach, Hua Yuehen smiled. “Small trouble. Focus on training. I can handle this.”

Gu Fengchen said, “I know. But staying inside these days, some air is welcome.”

The boats halted six zhang from the shore, honoring Broken Heart City’s rule forbidding men on its land.

Standing at the bow, a leading Taoist cupped his fist. “Dare we ask—are these residents of Broken Heart City?”

Someone alongside Hua Yuehen answered, “Indeed. Who are you?”

“We are disciples of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Cave. This humble one is Qing Fozi, here to pay respects to City Lord Hua.”

“What business brings you?”

“An urgent matter requiring discussion. We beseech you to announce us.”

Hua Yuehen responded directly, “I am Hua Yuehen. Speak freely, Taoist Master Qing Fozi.” She concealed her unease: Qing Fozi was a renowned Western River master whose soft-to-hard Qing Wood Fly Whisk technique commanded high regard. Having no prior relations with Broken Heart City, his sudden arrival was suspicious.

If targeting Gu Fengchen, Broken Heart City could fight—but Qing Fozi’s companions exuded restrained power, each likely near his level. Combined, they far surpassed the earlier attackers; Broken Heart City might struggle to resist.

Qing Fozi asked, “Dare we inquire—is Hero Gu Fengchen present?”

Hua Yuehen thought: Here it comes. Showing weakness now was impossible. Since they clearly knew he was here, denial would imply cowardice. Broken Heart City preferred shattering to cowering.

“He is,” she stated firmly. “Hero Gu is our benefactor, currently residing on the mountain. What is your purpose?”

Qing Fozi chuckled. “Then we came prepared. Please inform Hero Gu—starting today, we pledge allegiance to his banner. We submit to his commands without wavering loyalty.”

This stunned Hua Yuehen. “You… came to join Hero Gu?”

“Precisely.”

“But the whole Jianghu seeks his death! The Kill Order remains active! Joining him—who would believe this?”

“Our hearts shine before the sun and moon. Should we betray him, may our bones grind to dust. Isn’t that right?” His companions fervently echoed: “Yes, we all vow this!” “Joining Hero Gu—if disloyal, heaven strike us dead!”

Gu Fengchen understood in his heart that these were people sent by Lady Xueyi. He stepped forward from the crowd, cupped his hands, and said, “I am Gu Fengchen.” Qing Fozi and the others saw him and knelt down on the prow, saying, “We earnestly wish to join you. We hope Hero Gu will not reject us.” Gu Fengchen said, “Your purpose in coming is wholly known to me. I thank you here. You come to join me, which is to join Broken Heart City. I wonder if you are willing?”

Qing Fozi said, “As long as you, Hero Gu, are the leader, we can join any sect.” Gu Fengchen said, “Very well, then I will accept you on behalf of City Lord Hua. Broken Heart City is composed entirely of women. Even with me, a single man, residing here, it is inconvenient. With so many men among you, you absolutely cannot set foot within. If you heed my command, stay temporarily around Lake Chao for a few days. How about that?”

Everyone agreed, saluted Gu Fengchen, and then rowed away.

As soon as they had departed, Hua Yuehen smiled: “So you already knew people were coming to join you.” Gu Fengchen told her Lady Xueyi’s words and added, “Given this, it seems I’ll have to sit on your throne as City Lord for a time.” Hua Yuehen was overjoyed: “Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve had the intention to yield it, only you wouldn’t accept. Now that you can become the City Lord of Broken Heart City, it doesn’t waste my former sentiment. Come, come, let us hold the succession ceremony right away.”

Gu Fengchen shook his head: “I am only sitting there temporarily. After the Chongyang Gathering, I will return it immediately. What need is there for a grand ceremony? Moreover, these days I am studying palm techniques; I have no time to manage city affairs! Simplicity is best.” Hua Yuehen had to acquiesce and ordered the proclamation issued: from that day on, Gu Fengchen was the City Lord of Broken Heart City. Although there would be no grand ceremony, the title and position needed to be made clear.

Once this decree was announced, the women of Broken Heart City, upon learning that such a formidable figure had become their City Lord, were also exceedingly pleased.

From that day forth, for over ten days, valiant heroes arrived daily to pledge allegiance. Nearly a hundred people came in total. Gu Fengchen ordered them all to settle by the lakeside and extended them good hospitality. He himself practiced palm techniques day and night. Finally, on the tenth day, he mastered all the palm techniques thoroughly. The subtle art of applying them, however, would require actual use and experience.

That day was already August 23rd. The Chongyang Gathering was only a little over ten days away. Gu Fengchen spent his days practicing palm techniques and crossing the lake to build rapport with the assembled heroes. He knew that their hidden identities were members of the White Lotus Sect, but he did not state it explicitly. During this time, Hua Yuehen had already dispatched scouts to investigate all around. Before long, a stream of gathered intelligence came flowing in.

First came news regarding the Four Great Clans. After Zhuge Ren’s death, failing to kill Gu Fengchen left them resentful. Yet this was ultimately a private grudge. As Chongyang approached, the Four Great Clans began acting. Last time, Xue Wuhen single-handedly delivered the martial invitation to Jianxian Manor. Zhuge Xianyun naturally had to accept it. It was clearly a challenge from the Red Lotus Sect to the Four Great Clans. If the Four Great Clans failed to appear at Bright Summit on the appointed day, they would seem both cowardly and leave a reputation for breaking promises in the Jianghu. Therefore, their attendance was certain.

As the information grew more detailed, it was discovered that the forces of the Four Great Clans had already set out southward from Shangqiu. Among the leaders, apart from Zhuge Xianyun who had not come, the rest were all present. Zhuge Xianyun had good reason not to come. Firstly, with his son dead, wherever he appeared, numerous people would inevitably express condolences. Having such a painful matter repeatedly brought up would surely unsettle his mind. Furthermore, there was another layer: in the eyes of the Central Plains, the Red Lotus Sect was still considered an evil cult. Zhuge Xianyun, as the martial alliance leader of the Central Plains, personally attending would inevitably send a message: legitimizing the Red Lotus Sect’s place in the Jianghu. Therefore, this was a scene Zhuge Xianyun absolutely could not grace with his presence.

As long as he didn’t come, the Central Plains martial world would still view the Red Lotus Sect as outsiders. The other members of the Four Great Clans lacked the clout to change this perception. Evidently, the Four Great Clans had deliberated carefully before making this decision.

The exact number of attendees could not be accurately estimated, but there were no less than twenty, each a prominent Jianghu figure and a formidable fighter with close ties to the Four Great Clans. Calculating their travel speed, they would arrive at Mount Huang at the very latest on the day before Chongyang.

Next was news concerning the Red Lotus Sect. Since Gu Fengchen and Bai Jingjing had agreed never to mention Ling Ling’s situation, most people in the Jianghu remained unaware. Their news largely came from the Four Great Clans, claiming that Ling Ling had been poisoned, was bedridden, still unconscious. Moreover, the entire Red Lotus Sect stood on high alert. Led by Gui Qulai, they made all arrangements. Rumors stated that the Eight Steeds of the Crimson Lotus had all returned to the mountain. Furthermore, whispers circulated that the most mysterious Celestial King among the Three Talents Kings would also appear at the grand ceremony.

This news was of grave import. It was well known that the “Celestial King” was the most powerful figure in the Red Lotus Sect, second only to the Cult Leader himself. Since Ling Yufeng’s generation, the Celestial Kings of the Red Lotus Sect had been like phantoms; absolutely no one in the Jianghu had ever seen one, nor knew their names; truly more elusive than a dragon, not just lacking a visible tail, but invisible entirely from head to toe. The more this was so, the more people feared this Celestial King.

Currently, the Earthly King Qin Tangguan still wandered the Jianghu, his whereabouts unknown. While the Earthly King Gui Qulai was certainly powerful, a single hand could scarcely clap loud. Even adding the figures from the Eight Steeds might not match the masters of the Four Great Clans. At this crucial juncture, the actual appearance of the Celestial King would indeed be the Red Lotus Sect’s ultimate trump card.

The Four Great Clans were determined to succeed; the Red Lotus Sect beat its drums busily. What seemed a simple succession ceremony was destined to become spectacularly eventful.

Moreover, there were the reactions of various sects and schools in the Jianghu. Though the Shaolin and Wudang sects had also received invitations, given their orthodox styles, they would certainly not send representatives to the assembly. There was no need to worry about others gossiping that Shaolin and Wudang feared the Red Lotus Sect and dared not attend. Everyone knew a starved camel was still bigger than a horse. In recent years, though Shaolin had suffered significant losses and Wudang lacked any extraordinarily outstanding disciples, both sects’ foundations remained profound. Their main reason for non-attendance was a desire to avoid entanglement in the enmity between the Red Lotus Sect and the Four Great Clans. Previously, they had not acceded to the Four Great Clans’ request to participate in the siege of the Red Lotus Sect; this time, they naturally would not accept the Red Lotus Sect’s request to support someone else’s scene.

Besides Shaolin and Wudang, many other major Jianghu sects also sent representatives to offer congratulations. In truth, everyone was motivated by the thought of watching the show. The Jianghu had been too quiet for years; countless people were itching for some excitement. This Chongyang Grand Ceremony could be said to have come at the right time.

After hearing all this, Gu Fengchen returned to his room, feeling uneasy, his brow furrowed with worry.

Bai Jingjing said, “Are you worried about Leader Ling?” Seeing only the two of them were present, Gu Fengchen nodded: “Lady Xueyi said that a great villain lurks beside Leader Ling, aiming specifically to seize the Cult Leader position from Miss Ling during the ceremony. Only, it’s unknown who it is now.” Bai Jingjing soothed him: “The entire Red Lotus Sect reveres Miss Ling. Even if that person seizes the Cult Leader position during the ceremony, most within the Red Lotus Sect probably won’t acknowledge it.”

Gu Fengchen said, “That much I fear not. What I worry about is if that person does not appear. What then?” Bai Jingjing was startled: “Right! If that person continues to lie hidden, it truly is too dangerous. He’s like a powerful thief who’s mixed into the household; once he strikes, the consequences are unimaginable.”

Bai Jingjing said, “But even if you told Leader Ling this, she likely wouldn’t believe you. The Red Lotus Sect already views you as an enemy. They would sooner believe you are the villain than suspect one of their own.” She then giggled, a shy, bashful expression on her face: “To my eyes, you really are a thief, though. A lecherous lad.”

Gu Fengchen was taken aback: “I… qualify as a lecher?” Bai Jingjing covered her mouth with a laugh: “Beyond a doubt. If you weren’t a lecher, why are all the girls who flock around you stunning beauties? Of course, I’m not counting myself.”

Gu Fengchen smiled bitterly: “I only wish I had never drawn their notice.” His expression turned serious: “To return to the subject, what I’m thinking about now is how to ferret out this grand traitor! You must help me devise a plan. Don’t worry about rules or methods. As long as it works, cruelty matters not.”

Bai Jingjing giggled again: “That’s my specialty. But I can’t think here, facing such a great gentleman, such a kind soul. My vile wits just won’t stir. I’ll go back to my room first. Once I think of something, I’ll tell you.”

Joy lit up her face. Swiftly, she kissed Gu Fengchen on the cheek, then flushed crimson and ran off.

Initially, Gu Fengchen didn’t understand why she was so excited. Thinking it over carefully, he couldn’t help a silent laugh of understanding. He realized her mind: the reason for her happiness was surely that Gu Fengchen had asked her to employ cruel tactics, which perfectly suited her own inclinations.

Just then, Hua Yuehen entered, stating that the heroes by the lake had sent a message requesting Gu Fengchen’s presence for important discussions. Hearing this, Gu Fengchen immediately set off.

Upon reaching the shore, Qing Fozi and the others were already there to greet him. This group resided in a village several miles from the lake. Though martial men, they maintained discipline; even some known for past enmities in the Jianghu here clasped hands affably, showing no trace of discord. Gu Fengchen naturally understood—these men were secretly White Lotus Sect members, and their former clashes were merely a show for outsiders.

They entered the village and came to a large open space, previously a threshing ground, now idle. The heroes, having taken residence, had erected numerous tents. Crowding around Gu Fengchen, they seated him in the largest tent, where everyone settled in a circle.

There were no outsiders present, only over twenty prominent figures. Gu Fengchen asked Qing Fozi what matter required discussion. Qing Fozi glanced at the others and said, “City Lord, in little more than ten days, the Chongyang Gathering will be upon us. All provisions needed for the journey are already prepared, awaiting only the order to set out.”

Gu Fengchen thought these minor matters could be conveyed by a simple word. Qing Fozi didn’t seem the fawning type; there must be something else. So he said, “Besides that, I suppose there are other important matters?” Qing Fozi smiled: “Of course. There is one thing that must be reported to the City Lord personally; we dare not decide upon it ourselves.” Gu Fengchen said, “Everyone honors me by accepting me as leader. In my heart, it’s best for us to call each other brother without rigid formality. Whatever you have to say, speak it freely.”

Qing Fozi glanced at the man beside him and said, “Since you brought the news, you should speak.” The man clasped his fists towards Gu Fengchen. Gu Fengchen recognized him; he had arrived just two days prior, surnamed Jiang, given name Xiong, with the nickname “River-Dragon.” He was a skilled martial artist from the Jianghuai region. Gu Fengchen said, “Brother Jiang, if there is something, feel free to speak.”

Jiang Xiong replied, “Reporting to the City Lord, several days ago while journeying here to join you, I encountered a strange event. I didn’t pay it much mind at the time, but later I heard it is of great significance to you, City Lord. That is why I boldly dared to request your presence to listen.”

Gu Fengchen said, “Brother Jiang is thoughtful, Gu thanks you.”

Jiang Xiong said, “I don’t deserve such thanks. I shall get to the point. Several days prior, I took a boat from Jinling heading upriver to come here. That night, the boat reached Wuhu. Planning to disembark and change to a horse the next day, we anchored by the riverbank. When midnight arrived, I was suddenly awakened by a noise. Opening my eyes, I saw a large signal flare shot into the sky from a vessel on the river. Recognizing this as a Jianghu (Martial World) signal, I paid a little attention. Soon, a boat approached. Lanterns were raised at its prow—one red, two green. Then, people stood at the bow speaking. They were quite distant; faces were unclear. Only occasionally, with gusts of wind blowing over the river, I caught a few phrases. The gist was complaining about too many boats in this stretch of the river, wanting to move out to the wider, open sections to talk. Immediately after, both vessels sailed downstream. Having nothing better to do and unable to sleep, I changed into tight-fitting clothes, slipped into the water, and swam after the two boats.”

Hearing this, Gu Fengchen thought privately: This fellow also finds it hard to stay idle.

Jiang Xiong continued, “The two boats traveled roughly ten li before anchoring mid-river. That area was desolate, not another boat in sight. Therefore, the people aboard relaxed their guard. Seven or eight people from the lantern-boat jumped onto the larger ship. Around twenty people in total sat down on deck and began discussions. They only watched the surface and saw no craft, but paid no heed to the water below. I had already approached the bow underwater and poked my head up to eavesdrop on their talk. Because the large ship was tall, its deck was still five or six feet above the waterline, so they couldn’t see me.”

Everyone present admired his audacity. Eavesdropping on the great river was perilous; if discovered, escape would be exceedingly difficult.

Jiang Xiong said, “I listened awhile. Most of their talk concerned the Red Lotus Sect’s Double Ninth Festival gathering. From their meaning, they too were planning to attend. Only, when this group touched upon crucial points, they became cautious, speaking very low voices. With waves gently lapping on the surface, I couldn’t hear clearly. I was just thinking it likely had little to do with us and was about to slip underwater to leave when three words drifted down, striking my heart.”

Someone urgently asked, “Which three words?”

Jiang Xiong said, “Earth Evasion Armor!”

Gu Fengchen visibly startled upon hearing this. “The Earth Evasion Armor is in their possession?” Like lightning, he recalled that after he killed Zhuge Ren in Qingmiao Town, the Earth Evasion Armor had been taken away by the opponent, vanishing without a trace.

Jiang Xiong said, “At the time, I didn’t yet know the City Lord had seized this armor at West Lake. I only knew it was a secret treasure of the Red Lotus Sect. Therefore, I dismissed any thought of leaving and listened intently. The people above went on: ‘As long as we also seize the Lover’s Spear, our grand task will be complete.’ However, their reasons for wanting to seize this spear were not made clear. Later, they mentioned having already dispatched scouts to various places to gather intelligence. Finally, it was agreed they would meet again at Han Shuangting (Frost Pavilion) outside Xuancheng City on the twenty-seventh of this month to discuss further details. With that concluded, everyone aboard agreed in unison, jumped back to their own boat, and they dispersed. Seeing them break up, I swam underwater slowly back to my own vessel.”

Gu Fengchen asked, “Did you see the speaker’s appearance?”

Jiang Xiong shook his head. “No. This person wore a ghostly mask; his face couldn’t be seen.” Gu Fengchen was startled. “A ghost-faced mask!” Jiang Xiong asked, “Has the City Lord met this man?”

Gu Fengchen nodded. “It was this Ghost-Faced Man who took away the Earth Evasion Armor.”

Jiang Xiong said, “This group certainly isn’t from the Red Lotus Sect, but they don’t seem like the Four Great Clans either.” Gu Fengchen nodded. “Correct. They are another faction entirely, ruthless in their methods. I’ve fallen prey to their plots before; I know well how formidable they are. If they also go to Mount Huang, they will surely become a formidable enemy for us. Everyone must exercise extreme caution.”

In unison, the assembled heroes clasped their fists and voiced, “We obey.”

A sudden wave of excitement surged within Gu Fengchen. He realized an opportunity had presented itself squarely before him—he had to seize it. Turning to Jiang Xiong, he said, “They said they would meet at Frost Pavilion on the twenty-seventh this month?” Jiang Xiong nodded firmly. “Exactly. I definitely did not mishear.” Gu Fengchen declared, “Today is the twenty-third. Three days remain. I must reach Frost Pavilion within these next few days.” Addressing Qing Fozi, he said, “Please lend me paper and brush.”

Unclear of Gu Fengchen’s intent, Qing Fozi handed them over. Gu Fengchen swiftly penned a few lines to Bai Jingjing, explaining he was heading to Han Ting (Cold Pavilion), urging her to stay where she was and follow Hua Yuehen’s instructions in all matters.

Finishing the letter, he instructed the assembled heroes that after his departure, they should follow Hua Yuehen’s lead without fail, ensuring they did not miss the designated journey to Bright Summit. He himself would rendezvous with them at the base of Bright Summit on the Double Ninth Festival morning at the latest.

The heroes chorused their assent. Qing Fozi asked, “City Lord, for this errand, do you wish to take any men? You may freely choose anyone here.”

Gu Fengchen shook his head. “This involves a need for secrecy. Taking many men would likely alert the opposing side, which could turn disastrous. Do not concern yourselves with me. I will not come to harm.”

Privately, his thoughts ran differently. I was the one who seized the Earth Evasion Armor. I was the one who lost it. He must take it back and return it to the Red Lotus Sect. Such a task couldn’t rightly compel others’ aid. Going alone brought him the greatest peace of mind.

Decision settled, he entrusted the letter for delivery to Bai Jingjing and selected a horse. A northern tribesman presented Gu Fengchen with his own fine steed, reputedly capable of covering a thousand li in a day. Gu Fengchen expressed his gratitude, taking neither provisions nor luggage save a few dozen taels of silver bits. Concealing his face beneath a broad bamboo hat, he spurred his horse towards Xuancheng. Qing Fozi and the others went to deliver the letter as mentioned.

Xuancheng lay southeast of Lake Chao, a distance of roughly four to five hundred li. The journey was impeded by one great river and numerous others, necessitating frequent ferrying. Hence, despite the northern tribesman’s fine horse, the journey still took three days. It was only towards dusk on the twenty-sixth that Gu Fengchen arrived at Xuancheng City.

Upon inquiring, he learned Frost Pavilion was just ten li south of the city. Gu Fengchen found an inn within the city to rest. Finishing his meal and drink, he thought to himself: Since there’s little else to do tonight, I might as well proceed to Frost Pavilion to scout it out. Tomorrow is likely to bring a fierce battle. As military strategy states, favorable terrain trumps timing. Familiarizing myself with the land layout can only be beneficial, not harmful.

With his mind made up, he napped briefly. Hearing the watch drum beat one outside, he quietly rose and slipped out of the inn, heading south towards the city outskirts. Star-spangled skies stretched overhead, and a cool night breeze swept by, refreshingly brisk and clear. Gu Fengchen used his lightness skill to travel swiftly, arriving at Frost Pavilion before long.

Lifting his gaze, Frost Pavilion stood by a gentle, medium-width river. It was an elegant couple’s or dual pavilion, attractively designed. The surrounding railings were painted red. Inside sat stone tables and stools. Outside the pavilion stood a stone stele inscribed with the three large characters “Han Shuang Ting” (Frost Pavilion) with a smaller dedicatory inscription below. However, due to the darkness and the small characters, he couldn’t make out the inscription clearly.

Gu Fengchen surveyed his surroundings. The environment was exceedingly serene and secluded. Besides the soft gurgling sound of flowing water, only the whisper of the night wind rustling through the treetops could be heard. East of the pavilion, perhaps ten zhang away, lay a thick wood. Its branches and leaves were lush and shaded thick bushes with undergrowth below. It appeared completely untrodden by anyone.

Seeing this, an idea sparked in Gu Fengchen’s mind. If I conceal myself there tomorrow, I can both overhear their conversation and remain close enough for direct action, should the need arise. The moment they bring out the Earth Evasion Armor, I can leap down from the trees and seize it immediately.

Commitment solidified in his mind. Gu Fengchen observed every detail meticulously. At last, he concluded Frost Pavilion itself was the perfect gathering spot; they would surely meet there to confer.

His plan firm, Gu Fengchen returned to the inn. He rose early the next morning. As dawn barely broke, he left the city with some provisions and hastened back to Frost Pavilion. Entering the woods, he selected a large tree near the edge, its foliage immensely dense. Leaping up lightly, he concealed himself completely amidst the leaves. The sun was just lifting itself above the horizon.

Not knowing when the other party would arrive for the meeting, Gu Fengchen arrived very early, intending to wait like the farmer by the tree stump. However, the waiting was unpleasant. Watching the tourists coming and going below, Gu Fengchen grew bored and ended up dozing off among the branches and leaves.

The day passed extremely slowly. After what felt like an eternity, dusk finally arrived. The last tourist departed Frost Pavilion, and the evening clouds at the horizon blazed red like fire before gradually fading and dispersing. Then, the cries of returning crows began as flocks plunged into the forest. Luckily, Gu Fengchen was perched at the forest’s edge. No wild birds had built nests in this particular tree, so he avoided any territorial disputes with them.

Gu Fengchen, now well-rested and alert, sharpened all his senses. He listened intently, straining his ears, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.

The last trace of light vanished from the horizon, and darkness abruptly descended upon the land.

He waited a while longer. Suddenly, his gaze sharpened. He had seen lantern light.

Yes, lantern light, flickering uncertainly, and it was coming from the river. He looked toward the water and saw three to five small boats emerging. Because the river was shallow, large vessels couldn’t sail, so only these crude, grasshopper-sized boats were used to ferry people.

The lantern light drew closer, arriving beneath Frost Pavilion.

The boats stopped together. More than ten people, all seemingly dressed as servants and holding lanterns, jumped ashore. At first, only one lantern was lit. But before long, twenty or thirty more flickered to life. The servants dispersed to hang the lanterns all around; several were also hung inside the pavilion. Soon, the entire area around Frost Pavilion was brightly illuminated.

Looks like quite the meeting, Gu Fengchen sneered inwardly. He still had questions. Their leader, Zhuge Ren, the Ghost-Faced Man, had been killed by him. Had they chosen a new leader so quickly? And was this new leader still connected to the Four Great Clans?

Having hung the lanterns, the servants faded into the surrounding shadows. Several even stationed themselves at the edge of Gu Fengchen’s forest, clearly preventing outsiders from approaching. Gu Fengchen silently thanked his foresight; getting this close would have been extremely difficult otherwise.

A little while later, more boats approached on the river, carrying about twenty to thirty people this time. Their faces were indistinct at first. But as they came ashore and gathered near the pavilion, Gu Fengchen finally recognized some of them—they were faces he’d seen before in Qingmiao Town. He didn’t know the true extent of their martial skills, but just by their gait and the way they held themselves, surveying their surroundings, it was clear they were no ordinary martial artists.

These newcomers congregated outside the pavilion, standing motionless and seemingly waiting for someone. Since Gu Fengchen didn’t see the Ghost-Faced Man among them, he knew they were waiting for him.

Not long after—perhaps as long as it takes to drink a cup of tea—another boat arrived on the river. This time, only one person stood upon it: the Ghost-Faced Man.

The small boat nudged the bank. The assembled crowd stepped forward in greeting. The Ghost-Faced Man acknowledged no one specifically, instead sweeping his gaze around. “Were there any outsiders nearby?” he asked.

A servant replied, “I disguised myself as a tourist and observed here for hours earlier. There was nobody suspicious. Just now, we also swept the perimeter. No one approached.”

Gu Fengchen was inwardly startled. Even a servant is this capable, thinking to scout the place during the day? Very thorough. That makes the master even more formidable.

Sure enough, the Ghost-Faced Man patted the servant’s shoulder, gave a slight nod of approval, and turned to address the group. “The matter we decided to discuss previously can be set aside for now. Tonight, I’ve invited a friend. Everyone, come and pay your respects.”

With that, he gestured towards the boat. Two servants emerged, carefully carrying a large wooden chest. They placed it before the pavilion and gently set it down. “Open it,” commanded the Ghost-Faced Man. The servants lifted the lid and helped lift someone out from inside.

As soon as this person appeared, Gu Fengchen’s eyes widened in shock. An icy chill shot straight from his feet to the crown of his head.

The person helped out from the chest was a girl, remarkably beautiful. She was barefoot. Her snow-white skin, reflecting the lantern light, appeared almost dazzlingly pale. Golden bells adorned her ankles.

Qing’er!

She seemed to be deep asleep, unconscious. She was also tightly bound—trussed up with none other than her own net.

Gu Fengchen had guessed the person in the chest wouldn’t be ordinary, but he never dreamt it would be Qing’er. In his experience, Qing’er was arguably the most precocious and elusive girl in the Jianghu (Martial World). She was always the one scheming against others; anyone trying to best her would need at least three or five extra heads.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again. It was definitely Qing’er.

The two servants held Qing’er up under her arms, preventing her from collapsing. The Ghost-Faced Man took out a small bottle from his robes and splashed its contents onto Qing’er’s face. Instantly, she woke and lifted her head.

True to her noble lineage and bearing, Qing’er assessed her situation immediately upon regaining awareness. She struggled slightly against the bonds, recognized her own net, and realized escape by breaking free was impossible. Then she calmly settled down, fixing her gaze on the Ghost-Faced Man. She remained silent, her eyes showing not a trace of fear, treating the whole affair like a tedious joke—utterly composed.

Gu Fengchen couldn’t help but admire her calm, and even the Ghost-Faced Man seemed impressed, a flicker of appreciation crossing his expression.

The Ghost-Faced Man seated himself inside the pavilion. The two servants pushed Qing’er in after him. The others remained encircling the pavilion outside. Concealed high in his tree, Gu Fengchen had a clear view of everything within.

Once seated, the Ghost-Faced Man smiled at Qing’er. “Miss Nangong, I apologize for bringing you here in this manner.”

Qing’er replied coolly, “It’s the only way you could have gotten me to come. Don’t bother with apologies.” The Ghost-Faced Man agreed, “True. If I hadn’t impersonated that young master Gu, I could never have tricked you. It shows that boy holds quite a special place in your heart, hmm?”

Gu Fengchen’s heart jolted. He immediately recalled Qing’er’s room back at the Nangong Family manor—portraits she had drawn of him, covered in the word ‘Love’. It had shocked him then, and now it confirmed it: Qing’er truly harbored deep affection for him.

But Qing’er wasn’t like Ling Ling. Ling Ling had also loved him, or perhaps once loved him. When Ling Ling fell for someone, she declared it unhesitatingly. Qing’er, however, was different. Outwardly vivacious and open, she kept her deepest emotions tightly guarded. If he hadn’t seen those drawings that day, he would never have imagined she felt such deep affection for him. Even when they spent time together, she showed none of it.

A faint smile touched Gu Fengchen’s lips. He found these girls truly unfathomable.

Qing’er said, “Save the nonsense. Why have you kidnapped me? Even if you say nothing, I can guess.” The Ghost-Faced Man laughed. “I’ve long heard the young lady is smart and sharp. Say it then, and I’ll tell you if it’s right or wrong.” Qing’er replied, “Your intention is to use me to threaten Gu Fengchen and the Four Great Clans. If that’s what you think, you’re utterly mistaken.”

The Ghost-Faced Man seemed caught by her words, pausing before answering. “Utterly mistaken?”

Qing’er said, “Correct. First, if you use me to threaten Gu Fengchen, he won’t bite. You’ve already used Hua Yuehen, the City Lord of Broken Heart City, to threaten him once, and you went back on your word then. So, whatever condition you propose using me, he won’t accept. Besides, in his heart, I mean little. I’m merely an ordinary friend, not comparable to Hua Yuehen, his companion in hardship. So your scheme is likely futile.”

The Ghost-Faced Man asked, “What about the Four Great Clans?”

Qing’er retorted, “My fiancé Zhuge Ren is dead. You’ve lost your leverage, haven’t you?”

The Ghost-Faced Man stiffened. “What do you mean?” Qing’er explained, “My fiancé would never become your leader, secretly oppose the Four Great Clans, or seize the Treasure Armor. If he truly did those things, it must only be under your coercion, done against his will. In truth, you might be the real mastermind behind this gang.”

The Ghost-Faced Man chuckled. “So you guessed right. Zhuge Ren did have weaknesses I exploited. And you? Well, it seems you have some too.”

Qing’er sneered, “I’ve been in this Jianghu for but a few days. What weaknesses of mine could you possibly possess?” The Ghost-Faced Man stated, “Naturally, Gu Fengchen. You are an heir of the Four Great Clans, yet you befriend your family’s enemy, help him steal the Treasure Armor, and even prompted him to kill your own fiancé.” Enraged, Qing’er cried, “You’re spouting malicious lies!”

The Ghost-Faced Man chuckled again. “Don’t be angry. If Zhuge Ren wasn’t killed on your orders to Gu Fengchen, why did you show no grief after his death? On the contrary, at night, confined to your room, you drew his portrait. And on each drawing, you filled it with writing. As for what the words were… they’re frankly too shocking for me to utter.”

Qing’er was startled. “You… you have spies within the Nangong Family…”

The Ghost-Faced Man nodded. “Precisely. I have agents within every power, not just your Nangong Family, but the other three clans as well. Although you tore up those portraits after drawing them, my men managed to piece together one intact image. Would you like to see it?”

Qing’er was finally furious, yet speechless.

The Ghost-Faced Man, now clearly dominant, laughed, “If this writing-filled portrait were sent to Zhuge Xianyun, what do you suppose the outcome might be?”

Qing’er steadied herself and sneered. “Do you think a mere portrait could fool Uncle Zhuge? You underestimate him too much. The decades-long, life-and-death alliance between my Nangong Family and the Zhuge Family isn’t something you can destroy with a snap of your fingers.”

The Ghost-Faced Man replied, “Perhaps you’re right. But I have… a backup plan.”

Qing’er challenged, “Dare you say it outright?” The Ghost-Faced Man retorted, “Of course I dare. My backup plan is the Earth Evasion Armor.”

Gu Fengchen felt a violent stir within him, thinking: So the Treasure Armor is truly in his hands.

Qing’er echoed, “The Earth Evasion Armor?” The Ghost-Faced Man confirmed, “Exactly. I’ll present it to Zhuge Xianyun. And I’ll tell him Gu Fengchen stole it, and you? You were his accomplice. You secretly conspired, seized the Armor intending to flee, but were discovered by the Young Hero Zhuge. Pursued to Qingmiao Town, you schemed to ambush your own fiancé, allowing Gu Fengchen to escape with the Armor, then pinned the murder entirely on him. You planned to elope with your lover once the heat died down. Little did you expect Gu Fengchen would be caught by me, and the Armor recovered. How convincing is this tale I’ve woven?”

Qing’er fell silent at this.

The Ghost-Faced Man continued, “Once I tell this story, combined with your portrait, even if he feigns disbelief outwardly, he will harbor doubts within. I know that old man Zhuge Xianyun well. He either does nothing, or does it to the extreme. Do you think the Nangong Family has a bright future left?”

Qing’er gritted her teeth. “You are vicious. Yet you scheme in vain.”

The Ghost-Faced Man inquired, “Am I wrong? Won’t Zhuge Xianyun believe me?” Qing’er declared, “He might believe you. But I will never be your pawn. Zhuge Ren, as the next generation’s martial world leader, had too many concerns, which is why he obeyed you. I have no such restraints. Given the chance, I will expose your deeds. Anyway, the Nangong Family is already in decline. Even if exterminated… hmph, how many legacies in this world truly endure forever!”

The Ghost-Faced Man chuckled lightly. “No need to worry on that count. If I use you, I won’t afford you the opportunity to expose me.” Qing’er jolted. “What will you do to me?” The Ghost-Faced Man stated, “First, I’ll sever the tendons in your hands and feet, cripple your martial skills. Then, I’ll force-feed you a dumbness potion to render you mute. It’ll be sufficient to leave you only your face, so others can still recognize you. Naturally, this is merely a last resort. If the young lady would obey me as readily as your fiancé did, I wouldn’t need to go through this trouble.”

Gu Fengchen listened, his heart pounding in terror. He knew these people’s methods very well; they knew no bounds of cruelty, capable of any unspeakable atrocity. Threats to sever tendons and force-feed dumbness potions were no idle intimidation.

Qing’er’s expression also shifted. After all, she was still an unwed, beautiful young woman. The prospect of crippled limbs and an inability to speak truly seemed worse than death. After a moment’s thought, she asked, “Why are you doing this to me? For what end?”

The Ghost-Faced Man laughed heartily. “Those who know the times are wise heroes. It would be best if you agreed. To be honest, I merely seek self-preservation. I wish you to write a letter. Lure Gu Fengchen into our trap. Once he’s eliminated, you shall have your freedom.”

Qing’er sneered, “Are you afraid of him?” The Ghost-Faced Man admitted, “I am, somewhat. With the Earth Evasion Armor in my possession, he will stop at nothing to reclaim it. The man has neither family nor close friends; finding his weakness is difficult. Hence, I must solicit your assistance.”

Hearing this, Qing’er stated resolutely, “I will not let you succeed. You could carve me into pieces, and still I would never harm the one I love.”

Gu Fengchen stirred with deep emotion upon hearing this.

The Ghost-Faced Man said coldly, “Very well. Truly a loyal and righteous young lady. Then I won’t stand on ceremony.”

With a wave of his hand, he ordered, “Sever the tendon of her left foot first.”

As Qing’er tried to struggle, a finger extended from behind, striking an acupuncture point on her back. She froze, unable to move. A servant drew a gleaming dagger and walked towards her with a sinister grin.

Seeing the critical situation, Gu Fengchen could not stand idly by. He lightly snapped off a small branch segment and channeled his divine kung fu, flicking it with a “swoosh.” The servant, dagger in hand, had just stepped in front of Qing’er when he felt an intense pain in his wrist. Immediately after, a tremendous force surged through him, jolting the dagger from his grip and sending it flying out of the pavilion. He looked down and saw a wooden segment piercing straight through his wrist, blood streaming down.

The servant hadn’t even cried out in pain before Gu Fengchen shot down from the tree like lightning. By the time the others clearly saw him, he was already inside the pavilion.

Sighted instantly by the Ghost-Faced Man, he cried out in astonishment, “Gu Fengchen…” He seemed utterly terrified; the moment he saw Gu Fengchen appear, he flipped backwards, vanishing into the night. Gu Fengchen intended to give chase to regain the treasure armor, but he was concerned for Qing’er. If he left now, she would likely be captured again by the enemy. Rescue had to come first.

Gu Fengchen raised both palms, positioning himself protectively beside Qing’er. Seeing it was him, everyone was aghast. With their leader already fled in panic, the remaining men lost all will to fight. After exchanging glances, they let out a collective shout and scattered in all directions to flee for their lives.

In just an instant, the vast Frost Pavilion held only Gu Fengchen and Qing’er, plus several dozen hanging lanterns.

Gu Fengchen removed the net from Qing’er and loosened her bindings. This time, upon seeing him, Qing’er seemed intensely shy, not daring to meet his gaze directly. Gu Fengchen asked, “Weren’t you at Mount Huang? How did you come to be here?”

Qing’er lowered her head, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, and murmured, “Someone… someone isn’t part of the Red Lotus Sect, and can’t just freeload food and drink forever on Mount Huang.” Gu Fengchen pressed, “Earlier, I heard the leader say he impersonated me to capture you. Was that true?”

Qing’er steadied herself. “It was true. After leaving Mount Huang, I suddenly heard whispers about you, somewhere nearby the mountain, that you were being hunted and seemed injured. Worried, I followed the trail. It turned out to be a trap. That masked man was impersonating you. When I went to investigate, he drugged me.”

Gu Fengchen said, “He was right. Without such methods, capturing you would have been impossible.”

Qing’er asked, “Why did you come so suddenly? Were you… following me all along!” Gu Fengchen replied, “No. I was tracking this group. They stole the Earth Evasion Armor. I need to get it back.” Qing’er said, “Oh,” her expression visibly tinged with disappointment.

Gu Fengchen continued, “I overheard the earlier conversation. This group is coercing Young Hero Zhuge into being their puppet. Their scheme is ruthless.” Qing’er, however, said, “If I hadn’t been here, you could have retrieved the treasure armor.” Gu Fengchen sighed. “If not this time, there will be another chance.”

Qing’er suddenly declared, “I hate these lanterns.” Gu Fengchen was puzzled. “Why?” Qing’er explained, “Because… they shine too brightly. I don’t want you to see me so clearly.” As she spoke, she picked up pebbles from the ground and flung them in rapid succession, extinguishing every lantern.

Baffled, Gu Fengchen saw the surroundings plunge into dimness. By the starlight, Qing’er became much more indistinct. A delicate fragrance reached his nose, stirring his heart unexpectedly. He couldn’t help the impulse to lean in and kiss her.

Heavenly demons rose in his heart. Gu Fengchen swiftly shook his head to regain his composure, inwardly reproaching himself: I killed her fiancé, and now to take liberties with her? That would be beastly!

Just then, Qing’er suddenly leaped into his arms. Two soft, warm lips pressed against his own.

This was utterly unexpected. Gu Fengchen hadn’t anticipated it at all. A roaring sound filled his head. This was the first time he had kissed a girl mouth-to-mouth. The floodgates of desire, shut and gathering dust for years, flew open in an instant. The torrent of passion nearly shattered his mental defenses completely.

He pulled Qing’er fiercely close, and the two began fervently kissing in the engulfing darkness.

Amid the babbling murmur of the river, silent desire flared like wildfire. Suddenly, Qing’er bit down hard on Gu Fengchen’s lip.

The sharp, unexpected pain cleared Gu Fengchen’s mind. He froze almost immediately.

Qing’er shoved him away, crying, “I hate you… I hate you…”

Gu Fengchen slowly quelled the fire inside. “Qing’er, I’ve wronged you…” Qing’er cut him off. “Don’t say that! You haven’t wronged me… Actually, I hate myself more…” Gu Fengchen said weakly, “We should… We should both calm down, Qing’er. I lost control just now. Please don’t take it to heart. This is my bad.”

Tears streamed down Qing’er’s face. “No… you are good.” Gu Fengchen persisted, “I killed your fiancé, and then I did this to you…” Qing’er responded, “That wasn’t your fault. You’ve always been good-hearted. I don’t hate you for killing Zhuge Ren. I hate… I hate why you are so good to me…”

Gu Fengchen’s heart pounded with surprise, unsure of what to say.

Qing’er sobbed for a moment, then spoke softly and strangely: “I must go now. Thank you for saving me. To you, I am only the beautiful woman who brings disaster. I bring no luck.”

She paused, then added, “Go find Leader Ling. She is the one who loves you most.”

Gu Fengchen replied bleakly, “I hurt her too deeply. She no longer loves me now.” Qing’er insisted, “Believe me. Otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life.” Saying this, Qing’er slowly retreated. Her tears reflected the starlight, looking pure and glistening.

Qing’er finally left. She melted into the darkness, never looking back. Gu Fengchen stood dumbly in the pavilion. The lingering fragrance of her kiss and the distinct shape of her bite marks remained on his lips.

The sky was filled with stars, the sound of flowing water murmured around him, and the forest whispered softly. All around was a vast, silent expanse.

Dazed, Gu Fengchen stood for a very long time. Only when the sky began to pale with the coming dawn did he finally turn towards the city. He knew the Ghost-Faced Man and his gang were scarecrows now, scattered God knew where. Trailing them alone as they fled was impossible; it would have to wait for another opportunity. Besides, he knew they had mentioned Mount Huang after the Double Ninth Festival. On that day, they might reappear at Mount Huang. He could wait to rendezvous with Hua Yuehen and others to discuss their next move; there seemed little harm in the delay.

Back at the inn, Gu Fengchen collapsed onto his bed and slept until well into the afternoon. Upon waking, he settled his bill and headed out of Xuanzhou City on horseback.

His heart now held both hope and worry. Hope bloomed from Qing’er’s words: Ling Ling still loved him. But worry gnawed: how should he act? How could he make Ling Ling let go of her hatred?

It was already the 28th of the month; ten days remained until the Double Ninth Festival. He calculated the distance to Mount Huang – there was no need for haste now; he had ample time. Setting a leisurely southwest course, he enjoyed the scenery along the way, letting the journey disperse his melancholy.

He traveled without hurry for two days. By the first of September, around noon, as Gu Fengchen rode on, the autumn sky rapidly clouded over. Before long, a steady drizzle began to fall. On the road between villages, flanked by low shrubs offering no shelter, he spurred the horse forward. Within moments, his clothes were soaked through. Up ahead, however, stood a weathered thatched pavilion at a crossroads, dilapidated yet still offering some respite from the rain. He approached, tethered his horse to a pillar, and sat inside. Seeing no one around, he focused on circulating his internal energy. Soon, steam began to rise from him. By the time it took to drink a cup of tea, his clothes were completely dry.

The autumn rain fell persistently; it showed no sign of stopping soon. Gazing out at the indistinct landscape – veiled in misty curtains, the entire dusty world baptized by the rain – Gu Fengchen found beauty even here. Choosing simply to unburden his heart, he pulled a wine flask from his pack and sat within the pavilion, drinking as he appreciated the rain.

The endless autumn rain, the ancient boundless road, the solitary traveler: all seemed imbued with an air of desolate solitude.