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Capítulo 97

Just as Shengxiang suddenly figured out Li Lingyan's general plan, the battle inside the house had reached its conclusion.

After Guan Yunyi, the last of the "Twelve Clouds," died, Qing Yun, the leader of the "Twelve Clouds," was filled with resentment. He stormed into the inn and swept through all the rooms. The guests in each room were so frightened by this fierce young man that they almost fainted. After breaking into eight rooms, he suddenly saw a strange-looking person with a concave chest and hunchback.

But he was, after all, the leader of the "Twelve Clouds" under Wan Yuyuedan's command. After a moment of surprise, he immediately realized: there was no one else who could survive with such shattered bones except for Tang Tianshu, who had mastered the "Bone-Melting Divine Skill"! Without thinking, he flicked his finger with a whoosh and pointed it at the other man's philtrum.

With a sharp "snap," someone appeared from behind, grabbing Qingyun's wrist. Qingyun's finger missed its mark, and with a shout, he retaliated with an elbow strike. The person behind him neither dodged nor evaded; with a "whoosh," Qingyun screamed in agony. The newcomer carried strings on his body, and Qingyun's elbow struck the taut strings in the newcomer's sleeves, instantly causing blood to gush out and bones to rupture. This person with strings was none other than Li Lingyan. As he plucked the strings, he hooked Qingyun's neck, intending to strangle him, but unexpectedly, a sudden gust of wind came from behind—three people combined their strength in a "Cold Moon Breaks the Northeast" attack. If he had taken the hit head-on, even Li Lingyan, a master of using leverage, would have been turned into a bloody pulp. In haste, he turned and shoved Qingyun into the hands of the three men, grabbed the paralyzed Tang Tianshu from the bed, and fled towards the door. Suddenly, a cry of alarm came from behind, followed by a loud "bang." The palm strike landed somewhere, and the building shook violently, as if struck by lightning on a clear day.

Li Lingyan grabbed Tang Tianshu and headed for the door. Just as he reached the window, a sudden flash of light caught his eye—a sword's icy, jade-like gleam pierced his vision. The sword strike came like a meteor chasing the moon; he saw the light before feeling the slight breeze. In the icy, snow-covered Lantern Festival night, it felt like a ladle of moonlight poured directly into Li Lingyan's eyes. He abruptly closed his eyes, his heart pounding. This—this—"suicide"!

"The Sword of Suicide!" Yu Cuiwei's renowned sword strike, a symbol of life and death that shook the martial world! The blade hummed, and even as he instinctively closed his eyes, the chill of its edge reached just below his ear and shoulder. Opening his eyes, he saw a figure before him, robes flowing, long hair disheveled, a smile as beautiful as a lotus blossom—none other than Yu Cuiwei. He held the sword in his right hand, the blade against Li Lingyan's neck, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "I'll kill you—" He killed without hesitation. With the sword pressed against Li Lingyan's neck, he twisted his wrist, using a "chop" technique, wielding the sword like a knife, and slashed down fiercely at Li Lingyan's neck. This blow would have cleaved not only Li Lingyan's neck, but even a sow would have been cut in two by Yu Cuiwei's single strike.

Li Lingyan was caught off guard by the sword's gleam, losing the initiative. Yu Cuiwei, who had been waiting for this opportunity, would not allow him to escape. In an instant, blood splattered from Li Lingyan's neck onto Yu Cuiwei's clothes. In his moment of crisis, he loosened his grip, using Tang Tianshu as a shield, and kicked out with a muffled thud, striking Yu Cuiwei's wrist that was holding the sword.

Such a large object flew at close range. Yu Cuiwei's right shoulder, where he was holding the sword, was still recovering from an injury. Otherwise, he would have cleaved both Tang Tianshu and Li Lingyan in two without batting an eye. But with his right shoulder weakened, Yu Cuiwei swung his sword at Li Lingyan's throat with a "whoosh," and at the same time, he flicked his clothes and kicked Tang Tianshu back.

Li Lingyan narrowly avoided a slash to the neck, and instantly thrust his sword towards Tang Tianshu's throat. Tang Tianshu landed with a thud, staggering to the side. "Crack!" It seemed as if something shattered, and the sword grazed his neck again, leaving another bloody gash, still just a superficial wound. At that moment, Yu Cuiwei stepped on Tang Tianshu's chest, raised his sword sheath, and slammed his elbow into Tang Tianshu's philtrum. Li Lingyan dodged aside, barely managing to regain his footing. Seeing this, his expression changed drastically. Tang Tianshu screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with murderous intent as he glared at Yu Cuiwei—his disfigurement and crippling were all because of this transvestite! If he went to hell, he would never let Yu Cuiwei go! But Yu Cuiwei struck Tang Tianshu with his sword sheath, crippling him and dispelling his martial arts. He didn't even blink. "—I was lying to you." These four words were connected to the three words "I'll kill you—" almost without any pause. In an instant, Yu Cuiwei injured Li Lingyan and Tang Tianshu. The three people from Biluo Palace behind him saw only a blur before their eyes, and blood splattered three feet. The situation inside the room had changed drastically.

Killing you is a lie.

Yu Cuiwei had clearly been lurking near the "newly brewed wine" all along. While he was fighting Li Lingyan at Biluo Palace, he patiently waited for his opportunity, waiting until Li Lingyan grabbed Tang Tianshu and leaped through the window before launching his attack with a single sword strike. After saying, "Killing you is a lie," he smiled slyly, "My sword is poisoned."

Li Lingyan looked at him, watching him swiftly injure two people and then self-satisfiedly admire himself, and suddenly burst into laughter, "You want to help Shengxiang capture me?"

Yu Cuiwei said softly, "I want to help myself capture you."

The two wounds on Li Lingyan's neck quickly turned into an eerie purplish-red, an unbelievably vibrant color. Yu Cuiwei placed the scabbard on Li Lingyan's shoulder. "This poison is called 'Stupefied.' If you don't want to become something that can't speak, move, live, or die, hand over Liu Ji to me."

Li Lingyan cautiously glanced at his sword sheath, straightened his clothes, and suddenly smiled slightly at Yu Cuiwei, raising something.

The diamond-like chain around his neck was missing a single diamond.

Yu Cuiwei stared intently at the missing "diamond," his expression turning serious, even radiating a strange murderous aura. Then he lowered his head—a tiny bit of blue light clung to the tip of his right thumb, but in Li Lingyan's eyes, it was a completely different story.

"Do you want to die with me?" Li Lingyan asked softly.

Yu Cuiwei immediately smiled, a smile so charming and alluring it made her dizzy with delight, "I don't want to."

"Then you give me the antidote, and I'll give you the antidote," Li Lingyan said softly. "Let's not capture each other, okay?"

"Not good." Yu Cuiwei's smile became even more beautiful and captivating.

Li Lingyan stared at him for a while. This man was as beautiful as ever, though his complexion was slightly pale due to his unhealed internal injuries, but not unpleasantly so. He let out a soft sigh and said, "Neither you nor I are afraid of death... It is indeed ridiculous to threaten with death..." As he spoke, he suddenly opened his palm, revealing a vermilion pill in his hand. He picked it up and handed it to Yu Cuiwei, "Here you go."

Yu Cuiwei was taken aback. "What is this?"

"The antidote." Li Lingyan seemed somewhat dejected. "If this is the end for Li Lingyan, then so be it... There's only one antidote for 'growing old together,' I don't have a second one, so you can keep it." At this point, he seemed to have already accepted the fate that Yu Cuiwei had arranged for him to become a zombie, and he didn't even try to struggle or resist.

Yu Cuiwei took the antidote and looked at Li Lingyan strangely, "You believe in fate?" He was very surprised.

Li Lingyan nodded, and Yu Cuiwei smiled and said, "I don't believe it." As he spoke, something suddenly sprang from his robes and flew straight in front of Li Lingyan, who caught it. Yu Cuiwei turned around with his robes fluttering, and smiled back, "The antidote, we'll settle this next time."

After saying this, his black and white nightgown fluttered in the snowy night, just like a moth flying slowly out of the window and disappearing into the snow and moonlight.

Li Lingyan looked at the antidote in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips. This man... can't stand others being nice to him.

No wonder Shengxiang wanted to clear his name. How could this person be considered a hero? How could he be considered a hero?

He's not even a bad person.

Turning around, the three disciples of Biluo Palace behind him froze. Stunned by Yu Cuiwei's sword strike, they watched helplessly as Li Lingyan took the antidote, only then realizing they should join forces to kill the enemy. Just as the three disciples were preparing to unleash "Cold Moon Breaks the Northeast" again, a still-childish shout suddenly rang out from outside the inn: "Listen up, people of Biluo Palace!"

The sound of holy incense!

Li Lingyan pushed open the window with a creak, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. Amidst the surging battle, a figure burst into the fray, joining the fight between Bi Lianyi, Huaiyue, and Beiyue. A clang of metal clashed, and two streams of blood shot into the air, splattering in a cross shape onto the gleaming snow! With a thud, Huaiyue collapsed to the ground. Bi Lianyi's soft sword was in Shengxiang's hand, the blade pressed against Huaiyue's neck, while Bi Lianyi herself was in Shengxiang's grasp. Shengxiang held Huaiyue with his sword in his right hand and strangled Bi Lianyi with his left. Although he subdued both with one hand, two bloody gashes on his back and ribs instantly gushed blood, soaking his clothes.

One was a knife wound, and the other was a sword wound.

Biluo Palace had already gained a slight advantage, and if they could hold out for another hour, they would likely wipe out Li and Lingyan's group. However, Bi Lianyi was suddenly subdued, and Biluo Palace abruptly stopped, their expressions changed, and they retreated. Li Shiyu and the others took the opportunity to catch their breath and also retreated and stopped fighting.

Everyone clearly saw how Sheng Xiang broke into the battle and subdued the two men.

The young master, disguised as a beggar, suddenly plunged into the fight between Bi Lianyi and Bei Yue, relying on his unparalleled lightness skill. How formidable was Bi Lianyi's soft swordsmanship!

Suddenly seeing someone rushing towards him, before he could even see clearly, he stabbed Bei Yue and Huai Yue twice with his "Three Strings" sword, and then thrust at Sheng Xiang. Bei Yue blocked two swords for himself and Huai Yue, but Sheng Xiang took the blow himself, closing in on Bi Lianyi and using the strength of his ribs to lock the sword, forcibly taking Bi Lianyi's soft sword. Bi Lianyi recognized him at this moment and was terrified, not knowing why he would risk his life to take the sword, so she had no choice but to let go. As Sheng Xiang took the sword, Huai Yue had already rushed in and slashed at him in the back. Sheng Xiang did not dodge or avoid, taking another blow, but suddenly grabbed Bi Lianyi's neck with his left hand, who was about to retreat, and swung his bloodied sword back, "whoosh," and placed it against Huai Yue's neck before he could retract his sword!

He managed to subdue the two men by enduring two severe blows; something big must be about to happen!

A moment of silence fell over both Biluo Palace and Li Lingyan's side, their eyes fixed intently on Shengxiang. He then shouted, "Listen up, people of Biluo Palace!" Suddenly, he subdued the two, exhaling a heavy breath that formed a cloud of white mist, its heat almost palpable. "Stop this tonight!"

Li Lingyan's eyes flickered as he looked out the window. This young master...

"The people from Biluo Palace, retreat immediately! Go back and tell Wanyu Yuedan that I forbade him to kill Li Lingyan..." Shengxiang tightened his grip, causing Bilianyi's face to turn purple. "You all leave immediately. After you leave, I'll release him in half an incense stick's time..." The sword wound under his ribs pierced through, luckily not damaging his internal organs, but blood had already soaked half his body. The knife wound on his back wasn't too severe because Huaiyue was wary of his change of tactics and dared not use her full strength, but it still tore his skin open, and blood gushed out like a fountain. In an instant, the amount of blood loss increased rapidly. When Shengxiang said "half an incense stick's time," his face turned deathly pale, his breathing became rapid, and the sword in his right hand pressed a bloody mark on Huaiyue's neck.

Bi Lianyi had no hostility toward this young master Shengxiang. Seeing that something big must have happened, she immediately ordered a retreat. In a short while, the Biluo Palace members retreated into the town, leaving behind clothes, bloodstains, and several dead people in the snow.

Sheng Xiang took a breath, suddenly calming down. "Xiao Yan, waiting a few more days will do you no good. I don't think you'll insist on going your own way..." He took a breath and continued, "You promise... promise me... to leave..."

Li Lingyan laughed, seemingly enjoying the sight of him barely managing to keep up. "You want to save Biluo Palace?"

Shengxiang swayed, unable to hold onto the sword against Huaiyue's neck. The soft sword clattered to the ground. Shengxiang supported Bilianyi's shoulder, a faint smile playing on his lips. "What do you think?"

“You’re quite busy, trying to save all sorts of people.” Li Lingyan smiled. “You even save lewd and lustful transvestites, and you even want to save ambitious and hypocritical villains like Wan Yuyuedan… Shengxiang, you’re really interesting.”

Despite his deathly pale face, Shengxiang managed to make a face. "You want to harm Dayu and Awan? Aren't you trying to force me to come and save them?"

Li Lingyan shook his head and said softly, "Shengxiang, I can definitely kill you now."