He held the knife in his left hand. He rarely held the knife in his left hand because he could draw it faster with his left than with his right.
Unfortunately, he ran into Wei Li.
The assassin's intuition was terrifyingly accurate, so he sensed that Wei Li was a formidable opponent.
Ying Shu turned her gaze to Wen Moyin.
Wen Moyin had said that she hated it when Ying Shu looked at her; Ying Shu's gaze was sharper than the knife in his hand. But now, Wen Moyin met his gaze, her eyes thoughtful and unfocused.
Of the vast Kongshan Ridge, the only one who truly belonged to Wen Moyin was Ying Shu. She knew his thoughts, yet she treated him as a habitual presence.
Perhaps it is because we have become so used to it that we never thought we would lose it one day.
Wen Moyin felt a tightness in her chest, and a hint of sadness flashed across her eyes as she looked at Ying Shu.
It was just a fleeting sadness, but Ying Shu smiled.
But no one could see him smile.
All that everyone saw was the flash of a blade cutting through the air and a black shadow flashing by.
The gleam of the blade was blindingly pale, like snow under intense sunlight.
If Ying Shu's target hadn't been Wei Li, then Wei Li would have leisurely enjoyed watching Ying Shu's unparalleled burst of power.
However, Wei Li seemed genuinely appreciating it, because when the tip of the knife barely touched his clothes, he still didn't flinch, but instead calmly uttered two words:
"court death."
These words were spoken so casually, as if the mountain wind had blown them away the moment they left his lips.
But Wei Li's move was anything but gentle. His long, cold fingers, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, had somehow already gripped the pulse point on Ying Shu's wrist, abruptly halting the dagger's trajectory.
Ying Shu seemed stunned. He never expected that Wei Li would subdue him with just one move.
At that moment, Wei Li was very close to him, so close that he could see his own reflection in Wei Li's eyes, and even Wei Li's voice was so close that it made him feel suffocated.
"You are a martial arts prodigy. Judging solely by your techniques and internal strength, I'm not entirely confident I could kill you. But..."
"You made a mistake by competing with me in speed." After Wei Li finished speaking calmly, her wrist suddenly sank, and with a "crack" sound, Ying Shu's left hand broke at the wrist, with one or two white bones sticking out straight from the broken wrist, which was quite horrifying.
Ying Shu was already convulsing from the pain, and the hissing sound from her throat was even more chilling than a loud cry of pain from an ordinary person.
"I left you with one hand so you could take good care of Moyin." Wei Li glanced at the few drops of blood splattered on her snow-white sleeve and frowned.
He looked at Cen Ji and asked, "Can you walk by yourself?"
Cen Ji smiled and said, "They're just some knife wounds."
"Then let's go," Wei Li said slowly.
"Where are you going, Master Kongshan?"
Wei Li disliked people who spoke to him in a glib and slick manner, and he disliked even more those whose words were full of provocation. Unfortunately, the person who responded to him had both traits.
So Master Wei looked at the person who spoke with eyes that looked like he had swallowed something filthy.
The man seemed to have just climbed the South Peak, and was full of curiosity about everything on the peak. His eyes circled the summit again and again before finally fixing on Wei Li.
The man appeared to be in his early thirties, dressed in a deep purple satin robe. His face was gaunt, his build lean and strong, and the sharp glint in his eyes was unfathomable. Behind him followed twenty men, eight of whom were carrying a coffin.
Four coffins. Not to mention that the coffins themselves were extremely heavy, even if they weren't heavy, it would be enough to make two people pant while carrying them up the mountain. However, the people carrying the coffins all stood there without changing their expressions or skipping a beat, their faces even blacker than the coffins, without uttering a sound.
Wen Moyin frowned. All the sects invited by Kongshanling had arrived, which was quite conspicuous. This uninvited guest who suddenly arrived was not among those invited by Kongshanling.
"Master Wei, it's been a long time." The man in the satin robe said with a smile, and walked a few steps to Wei Li.
As the man drew closer, Cen Ji could finally see the long scar on his face. The scar stretched from his left brow bone to his earlobe, and was very faint in color, suggesting it had been there for many years.
"Don't tell me you came here because you miss your cousin." Wei Li leaned back slightly, widening the distance between herself and the other person.
The man smiled, the scars on his face appearing deeper from the pressure of his muscles. "Master Wei won't even let me use a pretext, clearly telling me to tell the truth. Alas, our Dragon Gate Sect didn't receive an invitation from Empty Mountain Ridge this time, which has truly embarrassed me as the sect leader. However, since you are so arrogant, we cannot be impolite. So, although it's a bit late, at least the Empty Mountain Ridge Festival isn't over yet, is it?"
The visitor was Fu Ming, the leader of the Dragon Gate Sect, and also Rong Fu's cousin.
Cen Ji looked Fu Ming up and down, but couldn't find any resemblance between him and Rong Fu in terms of appearance or temperament.
After Fu Ming finished speaking, he turned to Cen Ji and said, "Young man, you have backbone. You don't even want the position of Master Kongshan." Fu Ming's tone was very much like that of an elder, but in reality, he was not much older than Cen Ji.
Cen Ji ignored him and simply sat cross-legged on the spot, circulating his qi to heal his injuries.
Fu Ming, having been rebuffed, didn't care at all and still said to Cen Ji, "If you're not interested in the position of Ridge Master, you must be interested in this thing I have, right?"
Cen Ji remained with his eyes closed, regulating his internal energy.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Wei Li asked calmly.
Fu Ming clapped his hands and said, "It's nothing. If we hadn't gone to find those bargaining chips, why would our Dragon Gate Sect have been so late?"
"What kind of bargaining chips?" Wei Li raised an eyebrow.
“Of course, it’s a bargaining chip to exchange for the treasure,” Fu Ming said.
"What treasure could there be in Kongshan Ridge?" The tone of this statement was unconvincing no matter how you looked at it, because as far as Wei Li was concerned, apart from the person buried at the bottom of the Bitan Pool, there was no treasure in Kongshan Ridge. However, it was obvious that Fu Ming would not be interested in the woman at the bottom of the pool.
However, the treasure in Fu Ming's eyes, though not the woman at the bottom of the pool, was not far from her.
"Secret manuals! Who doesn't know how many martial arts secret manuals your Kongshan Ridge has hidden?" Fu Ming's expression was just like that of a shrewd and calculating businessman.
Ah, those are all ancient history; even Wei Li almost forgot about those things that were about to rot.