Chapter 133: Fourth Lady Mei
Chapter 133: Fourth Lady Mei
“No… Brother Mu Feng…”
Jing Wushuang let out a sharp cry, her hands and feet turning cold.
The moment Mu Feng was thrown from the carriage, the Blood Vine wrapped around her quickly dimmed its red glow. As the nearly shattered carriage crashed hard into a large rock, she too was thrown out and rolled onto the grass a dozen steps away. Lifting her head, she happened to see Yanyulou relentlessly chasing them, coldly thrusting his sword toward Mu Feng’s heart. She wanted to rush over to save him, but it was simply too late.
Buzz…
Yanyulou’s full-power strike was unparalleled.
In that instant, all Mu Feng saw was the cold glimmer of light coming swiftly closer. He had no time to dodge or cry for help before Yanyulou’s icy longsword pierced him once more. At the brink of life and death, unable to evade or counterattack, his mind was clearer than ever before. He distinctly saw the faint sneer on Yanyulou’s face, and even heard the sound of his own skin and flesh being sliced open.
“Who dares to cause trouble in our Plum Blossom Manor!”
Just as Yanyulou’s sword paused slightly, ready to pierce through Mu Feng’s heart in one thrust, a cold voice suddenly came out of the darkness. Then, a white-clad woman appeared abruptly, her graceful form descending with flakes of pure white plum blossoms as she thrust her sword toward Yanyulou’s brow.
Her movement was like a shadow, her sword silent. Though this strike was slightly slower compared to Yanyulou’s, it was still not to be underestimated.
Before the sharp sword even got close, the fierce gust of wind it brought blew off the large bamboo hat on Yanyulou’s head, making his expression change. A simple forward thrust of his own sword would end Mu Feng’s life. Yet, if he hesitated even a moment, the sudden white-clad woman might pierce a hole through his own brow!
Clang…
Yanyulou quickly made his choice, swinging his sword to block the white-clad woman’s fierce attack.
After a crisp sound, both sides retreated together. Yanyulou remained calm and imposing, radiating killing intent. The white-clad woman opposite him, however, looked down at her own sword and her face changed. A sizable notch had clearly appeared on her precious blade—it had almost been cut in two by her opponent’s strike.
A top expert!
Her treasured sword could slice through iron like mud and had never suffered damage in battle. To nearly be cut in two in their first encounter clearly showed that Yanyulou not only possessed an incredibly sharp sword, but his own power far surpassed hers. He was undoubtedly a master among masters, having cultivated at least to the Late Elite Realm.
“Who are you?”
Fourth Lady Mei, clad entirely in white, looked solemnly at the composed Yanyulou across from her, treating him as a formidable enemy. Behind her, there was a rush of movement as dozens of white-clad girls charged out of the darkness with lanterns, lining up behind her in support. Their sharp swords pointed menacingly toward the white-robed swordsman descending from the hillside, a tense standoff forming.
“You don’t need to know my name!”
Yanyulou coldly stepped forward and raised his sword once more. “You only need to know that this scholar before you is doomed—no one can save him now. Let’s mind our own business. If you lead your people away now, I will act as if nothing happened. Otherwise, you and all these girls behind you will surely die!”
Yanyulou’s expression was calm, but his tone was uncompromising and thick with killing intent!
“Scholar?”
Fourth Lady Mei frowned. Faced with this formidable enemy she had never encountered before, she couldn’t help but feel a trace of retreat, unwilling to easily make such a powerful foe. But when she turned and got a clear look at Mu Feng, she gasped in surprise. “Mu Feng, Young Master Mu?”
Seeing Mu Feng drenched in blood, Fourth Lady Mei was utterly shocked.
It had only been a few days since they parted at First Rank Studio. She never expected to meet Mu Feng again here, and even less did she expect him to be so gravely injured. As soon as she spoke, she unhesitatingly stepped in front of him, raised her head with a long cry, and pointed her sword at Yanyulou opposite her, urgently commanding, “Form the formation, quickly—the Plum Blossom Formation!”
“Yes!”
The girls behind her bowed in acknowledgment, swiftly shifting positions to arrange a well-structured Plum Blossom Formation. They guarded Fourth Lady Mei, Mu Feng, and the approaching Jing Wushuang. Instantly, sword energy crisscrossed, containing a mighty force that resonated with the seemingly endless, enigmatic plum blossom grove surrounding them.
“Thank you, Fourth Lady Mei, for saving my life!”
Seeing Fourth Lady Mei appear at this critical moment, Mu Feng’s eyes brightened. After a muffled grunt, he struggled to stand up and moved to stand beside her, facing the overwhelming pressure from the powerful enemy Yanyulou. With a sweep of his hand, a menacing Blood Spear appeared, its crimson glow shimmering as he secretly gathered his strength for a full-power strike.
Yanyulou’s last sword thrust had nearly pierced his heart directly, worsening his injuries until he was a shocking sight, covered in blood. Yet, as long as he had a breath left, he forced himself to stand, refusing to give up easily.
“I never intended to kill innocents, but it seems I won’t get my wish.”
Yanyulou sighed, and in the next moment, his gaze turned icy as he coldly charged forward. Leaping into the air, his sword flickered with spots of cold light. “Misty Rain Nine Swords, First Form: Mist-Locked Cold River!”
Buzz…
The dark night sky suddenly filled with dazzling flashes of cold light, sword energy sweeping across the scene.
The moment Yanyulou made his move, everyone—including the many white-clad girls and Jing Wushuang—felt as though his sharp sword was aiming for their vital points. Real and fake strikes interwove, creating a dizzying display.
Seeing that the suddenly appearing Fourth Lady Mei actually knew Mu Feng, Yanyulou felt a pang of concern. To avoid complications, he unhesitatingly executed his famed Misty Rain Sword Art, striving to end the fight quickly with overwhelming force.
“Cold Plum Defying Snow, change formation!”
Fourth Lady Mei’s expression shifted as she issued the order in a deep voice.
The white-clad girls around her quickly altered the formation, almost simultaneously thrusting their swords forward in a full defensive stance.
Fourth Lady Mei’s own skill was not outstanding—she had only reached the Early Elite Realm. But she was not only adept at grafting and cultivating plants; her understanding of formations far surpassed that of ordinary people. The white-clad girls around her had at most Late Mortal Realm strength. Individually, they were nothing remarkable, but when they joined forces in the Plum Blossom Formation, their combat power surged instantly.
In a flash, sword shadows multiplied. Though the rain poured heavily, not a single drop made it through their defense—it was impenetrable!
“Child’s play!”
A trace of disdain crossed Yanyulou’s face as he accelerated his charge.
The Plum Blossom Formation of the white-clad girls was extraordinary; trapped within it, even a Mid Elite Realm expert might struggle to break free. Unfortunately, in the eyes of Yanyulou—an Honored Guest Elder of Sword Hall who was also well-versed in sword formations—it was hardly worth mentioning!
Clang, clang, clang…
A series of crisp sounds suddenly rang out in the pitch-black rainy night.
The swords in the hands of over thirty white-clad girls were all sent flying in an instant. Then, a towering figure swept past them, his longsword becoming a flash of cold light aimed straight at Mu Feng’s brow!
The formidable Yanyulou, with his astonishing power, was unstoppable!