Supercomputadora

Capítulo 26

"The gang leader's token is here. Do you dare disobey?" Hall Master Fang said sternly. Seeing that Cang Hu remained silent, he added, "The imperial court and the martial arts world do not interfere with each other. The Qiao Gang also strictly adheres to its boundaries and never relies on the imperial court's power. How could the gang leader possibly order you to lead troops to attack Baiwen Valley?"

"But... it was clearly the gang leader who personally instructed me, and his words are still ringing in my ears..." Cang Hu's belief gradually wavered.

"Hidden Tiger! Don't hesitate any longer! Quickly bring the heads of the Qiong Sect demons! Anyone who stands in your way, kill them!"

Suddenly, a sharp shout cut in from the side. Everyone was shocked and horrified when they heard it. They looked up at the mountains to the west and saw a tall, elegant man standing on the mountaintop. His expression was solemn, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his lips were laced with a cold smile. Who else could it be but Qiao Fenglang?

A commotion immediately arose among the Qiao Gang members. Fang, the hall master, composed himself and hurriedly shouted, "That person is not Chief Qiao! We just arrived from the Qiao Gang. Chief Qiao should be on his way with Miss Yin. How could he be here?"

"Hmph, if it comes to horsemanship, do you three think you can compare with me?" Qiao Fenglang, high above, sneered disdainfully, his demeanor and tone behaving exactly like the usual leader of the Qiao Gang.

"I ordered you to come here only to deceive Xiao'er, who is always helping others," he said, glancing at Baili Qingyi intentionally or unintentionally. Unexpectedly, Baili Qingyi smiled back, as if everything that was happening was perfectly normal.

"Now that I've sent Xiao'er away, what are you all still standing here for? Fang Hongjing, is the token more important, or am I, the leader of this gang, more important? I order you to immediately join forces with Cang Hu and lend him a hand!"

"Your subordinate..." This man was full of authority, clearly Qiao Fenglang! Fang Hongjing couldn't help but cast a pleading look at Baili Qingyi. Not to mention that he himself was half-believing, even if he didn't believe it, the hearts of many Qiao Gang members had already wavered.

"Qiao Fenglang!" A figure as swift as a hawk leaped up, striking towards Qiao Fenglang with lightning speed. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Wu Guo, who should have been seriously injured. He had endured for so long that he no longer cared about survival; at this moment, he only wanted to avenge the Qiong Sect members. Bai Can was stunned for a moment, unable to stop him in time.

Qiao Fenglang stood with his hands behind his back, neither dodging nor avoiding, completely disregarding the seriously injured Wuguo.

"No!" A purple figure appeared as soon as she appeared. In the blink of an eye, Mu Wanfeng had already put herself in front of Qiao Fenglang to block him.

Everyone was shocked.

Wu Guo was utterly shocked, but he could no longer stop the momentum of his final strike. He tried his best to twist the blade, but he could only manage to get the blade past a vital point, slashing a deep gash across Mu Wanfeng's chest.

"Master!"

"Wanfeng, my girl!"

Wu Guo's shrill cry and Zhang Baitong's roar rang out at the same time. Zhang Baitong lived up to his reputation as a grandmaster. He changed his posture and caught Mu Wanfeng's falling body in an instant, while also freeing one hand to grab Wu Guo by the collar.

With a bang, he threw Wu Guo at Bai Can, and without even looking at him, picked up Mu Wanfeng and cried out, "Why did you do this? Why did you do this?" He was usually jovial and witty, but now he couldn't help but shed tears, his gray beard was wet, and he looked incredibly comical.

Mu Wanfeng was the only woman he had ever truly loved in his life. He never cared about the distinction between good and evil or the conflicts between sects, but unfortunately, the person Mu Wanfeng loved was not him.

Qiao Fenglang's sharp eyes narrowed, and he ordered expressionlessly, "Cang Hu, what are you waiting for?"

Zang Hu and the three hall masters looked at each other, gripping their weapons tightly, unable to make a move. Meanwhile, the soldiers of the Jiangnan Cavalry Camp seemed poised to swarm forward.

"Chief, that demoness from the Qiong Sect risked her life to save you..." Although he didn't know why, his sense of justice made Cang Hu hesitate completely this time.

"If you don't make a move, do you expect me, the gang leader, to do it myself?" Qiao Fenglang coldly retorted.

Baili Qingyi took in Qiao Fenglang's expression, including his twitching forehead and clenched fists. He frowned slightly. When exactly would Xiao'er arrive?

Zhang Baitong's round, red eyes glared like copper bells: "How could you be so heartless? Don't you know she's yours..."

He paused, his pale face silently forbidding Mu Wanfeng in his arms.

Zhang Baitong ultimately did not utter those last two words.

She's your own mother!

Mi Zhang

"My what?" The blatant mockery froze on Qiao Fenglang's face in an instant.

Suddenly, he turned his head slightly and smiled coldly: "The decades-long feud between the Qiao Gang and the Qiong Sect must be settled today!" He turned to leave, but a green shadow flashed and landed gracefully in front of him, blocking his way.

The smile had long since vanished from Baili Qingyi's eyes, replaced by sternness: "Old Master Zhang, please bring Master Mu into the manor first. Doctor Xuan can treat the two of them. You can leave this to me."

Zhang Baitong did as he was told, leaving Bai Can yelling incoherently. "Wait, what about me? Which side should I go with?"

Qiao Fenglang glanced at Baili Qingyi dismissively, but his right hand, hidden behind his back, was already poised to attack: "Baili Qingyi, if you meddle in other people's business again, I can't guarantee what will happen to you."

Before he could finish speaking, with a whoosh, a gleaming sword appeared out of nowhere and was pressed against Qiao Fenglang's front, its tip still trembling slightly.

Holding the sword hilt in one hand, Baili Qingyi said slowly and deliberately, "If I were you, I would not act rashly."

Qiao Fenglang was slightly startled, then noticed that Baili Qingyi's aura was fluctuating unusually, and couldn't help but laugh and say, "What's wrong, Young Master Qingyi, your confidence seems rather weak."

Baili Qingyi looked at him with a half-smile: "It's enough to deal with you." He looked down at the thousands of people below the mountain and said in a calm voice: "Brothers, please be patient. Qingyi will give you an explanation."

These words immediately sparked whispers among the crowd. The young master in blue from Baili Prefecture was known for his integrity and unwavering resolve; his authority was evident even to the smallest things. Regardless of whether the Qiao Gang and Baili Prefecture were enemies, this was undeniable. The power of the young master's words far exceeded that of his own gang leader.

"Baili Qingyi!" Qiao Fenglang began to show signs of impatience, but he laughed angrily: "Even if I cannot order the Qiao Gang members to kill Mu Wanfeng today, I will not fall into your hands. You, Baili Qingyi, do not have the ability to capture me now."

Baili Qingyi did not refute, but suddenly asked, "Is that a human skin mask on your face?"

"What?" Qiao Fenglang's jaw tightened, and his expression changed drastically.

"Because you can never have such a face again, 'Traceless' owner."

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Yin Wuxiao urged her horse forward, her ominous premonition growing larger and larger in her heart. Even from some distance, she could already hear the clamor of voices echoing through the valley.

It would be a lie to say she didn't want to know the reason for the Yin family's deaths that day. However, she always felt that she should know the reason, but she had never seriously investigated it, nor dared to. Because the tragedy had shocked her to varying degrees, but it hadn't surprised her in the same way.

A voice from the depths of her being told that today's events were inextricably linked to the bloodshed three years ago.

“Xiao’er,” Qiao Fenglang caught up from behind, “Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden? I told you before…”

His voice was interrupted by the loud neighing of Yin Wuxiao's horse as he suddenly reined in his horse.

Yin Wuxiao narrowed his phoenix eyes and looked at the figure on the mountaintop in the sunlight.

In an instant, she felt her breathing and heartbeat stop.

“Brother Fenglang…”

"What?" Qiao Fenglang looked at her and responded in confusion.

Yin Wuxiao finally turned to look at him slowly, then turned back to look up at the sky.

“Two… Brother Fenglang…”

Qiao Fenglang was shocked. He followed her gaze in disbelief until he saw a figure exactly like himself, with a face exactly like his own.

Yin Wuxiao was somewhat dazed; in his memory, it seemed as if a small voice was saying the same thing:

"Hey, there are two Fenglang brothers!"

There are two older brothers named Fenglang...

two……

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and a long-lost tide roared through her mind. She swayed, as if about to fall headfirst off the horse.

Qiao Fenglang reacted quickly, pulling Yin Wuxiao into his arms and lightly touching the horse's belly with his toes, landing steadily on the ground.

"Are you feeling unwell?" He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, his face still filled with gentle pity.

Yin Wuxiao's hazy eyes met his, and instantly cleared. She gripped Qiao Fenglang's shirt tightly, shook her head, frowned, closed her eyes, and suppressed the shock that had surged into her heart just moments before.

Qiao Fenglang, who was on the mountaintop, had already discovered the identity of the newcomer, but he was not flustered. Seeing this, he looked at Baili Qingyi with provocation: "Why aren't you guarding my Xiao'er, but instead guarding me here?"

Baili Qingyi also took in the situation at the foot of the mountain not far away. He lowered his gaze slightly, remaining calm, but the tip of his sword was thrust forward threateningly.

The other person trembled slightly, but their smile didn't fade.

The people in the valley finally noticed the change in the situation and turned their heads several times, all staring in disbelief: "Which one is the real one?" Even Fang Hongjing dared not make any rash moves.

Gazing at the leisurely and amused expression on her face, Baili Qingyi suddenly smiled and said, "How about we ask Miss Yin to judge whether it's true or false?"

Both Qiao Fenglang's expressions changed.

The crowd whispered among themselves, agreeing repeatedly. The three hall masters and General Canghu exchanged glances and reached a consensus, all nodding in agreement.

Yin Wuxiao's position in the Qiao Gang could be described as either nonexistent or deeply entrenched. This stemmed from her mother's legendary reputation in the martial arts world, which commanded the respect of everyone in the Qiao Gang. It also stemmed from the generous treatment the two generations of Qiao Gang leaders had shown the Yin family. Furthermore, the Yin family had provided considerable, both overt and covert, assistance to the Qiao Gang in the business world. It could be said that half of the Qiao Gang's livelihood depended on the Yin family. To a certain extent, the eldest daughter of the Yin family, who was in charge of the family, held their livelihood in her hands. Even after she reappeared three years later, given her close relationship with the gang leader, those qualified to verify her identity would still not doubt her identity.

Thousands of eyes instantly focused on Yin Wuxiao.

"I..." Yin Wuxiao was bewildered. She looked at Baili Qingyi with a wry smile. Did this man really have to put her out there? What good would it do him to do this?

Was he determined to find out the whole truth from her?

She first looked at the person in front of Baili Qingyi.

"Xiao'er..." That person's soft call was so familiar.

She then looked at the person beside her.

"Xiao'er." He called out calmly, but behind the calmness, a trace of uncertain fear spread from his chest to her body.

Yin Wuxiao was stunned.

It wasn't their respective identities that made him hesitate, but rather her answer.

Zhang Huangzhong couldn't help but look at Baili Qingyi again, trying to seek some affirmation.

Baili Qingyi's lips softened, and she stared at her intently, seemingly like everyone else, anticipating and curious about her answer.

A chill ran through her.

"This one is the real Steve Jobs."

After a while, she stretched out her finger and pointed at Qiao Fenglang, who had come with her. Her slender, jade-like fingertips trembled slightly in the breeze.

The chosen person smiled smugly, seemingly unsurprised.

The other one, however, maintained his smile, but his eyes suddenly turned icy cold.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

“I’m sure.” Yin Wuxiao took a deep breath and met his eyes.

“He is the real Joe,” she said, with the resolute determination of a moth drawn to a flame.

The other party suddenly burst into wild laughter, a series of laughs echoing through the valley.

Yin Wuxiao flinched slightly, but was immediately pulled into Qiao Fenglang's arms. She froze, did not look up, but subtly broke free.

In an instant, crows flew everywhere, and two dark figures leaped out from nowhere, attacking Baili Qingyi on the mountaintop with their palms.

Baili Qingyi's eyes lit up, and his wrists flicked, instantly conjuring up countless sword moves. The first to be attacked was still the "Traceless" master disguised as Qiao Fenglang. The man smiled slightly, his robes billowed open, and he lightly touched the rocks under his feet, retreating backward.