Huangxiu

Chapter 1137 Restraint
The setting sun made the whole valley feel languid.

After a busy day, they returned to their respective courtyards, where servants had already brought their meals from the dining hall.

While they were eating, Chu Zhiyuan and his group of experts silently seeped into the valley like flowing water.

They walked silently in the shadows cast by the setting sun.

Conceal your breath completely, move lightly and silently.

Before entering the valley, Chu Zhiyuan had already drawn a clear sketch of the buildings inside.

Zhou Chongming and his team clearly assigned each expert their respective responsibilities according to the building's layout and intended use, ensuring everyone performed their duties.

Upon arriving at the valley, the hundreds of experts suddenly split into dozens of groups and quietly dispersed.

A group of them came to the nine statues.

Some went to sabotage the mechanisms inside the valley.

A group went to kill the various masters in the valley.

Finally, this group of experts dispersed and each took charge of a small courtyard.

Chu Zhiyuan and Lu Xiaolu moved swiftly through the shadows at the corners of the walls, passing by one small courtyard after another.

Finally, they arrived at a small courtyard, and a throwing knife flew into the courtyard.

Inside, the owner was enjoying tea and relaxing in the pavilion under the setting sun.

The throwing knife approached silently along the base of the wall, passed through the flowerbed, entered the shadows of the pavilion, and then entered the pavilion itself.

A middle-aged man was sitting in the pavilion, leisurely sipping tea.

He would occasionally glance up at the sunset, his expression indifferent, calm, and detached.

The throwing knife flew silently upwards along the pillar, like a snake, and suddenly burrowed into the back of his head, emerging from between his eyebrows.

It flew out of the pavilion, trembled violently in the setting sun, and shook off the red and white stains on the blade, restoring it to its original shine.

Then it nimbly skimmed over the wall and disappeared into the shadows beneath the wall of the neighboring courtyard.

It silently crept into the shadows of the main house in the courtyard, silently passed through the open window, entered the house, and moved forward along the wall until it reached the bed.

A middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the bed.

The middle-aged man had a solemn expression, with a heavy look between his brows, indicating that he was at a crucial juncture in his cultivation.

The throwing knife suddenly rose upwards, soaring into the air, piercing straight through the middle-aged man, entering through his perineum and exiting through his Baihui acupoint. As it reached the roof beam, it suddenly turned and passed through the window.

It vibrated in the air, shaking off the red and white substances it was stained with, and then turned and disappeared into the water tank next to the house.

It stirred the water in the vat into a raging torrent, then emerged from the vat, left the courtyard, and landed in Chu Zhiyuan's sleeve.

Lu Xiaolu saw its shadow and glanced at it.

“These two have been resolved.” Chu Zhiyuan nodded gently.

The experts in these two courtyards were their assigned targets, and the problem has been solved.

Lu Xiaolu floated in lightly, then came out, smiled sweetly at Chu Zhiyuan, and whispered, "They're dead! That was too fast! Where are we going?"

"Let's go over to the statue," Chu Zhiyuan said.

Lu Xiaolu asked, "Is it really that dangerous over there?"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded solemnly.

"what--!"

A scream suddenly shattered the silence.

Then came a barrage of angry shouts such as "Enemy attack!", "Someone has broken in!", and "You're asking for it!"

The entire valley instantly became abuzz with excitement.

The ensuing roars and screams turned the valley into a scene of carnage.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

Lu Xiaolu sighed helplessly.

They had anticipated this would eventually happen, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Many experts from the four sects are stronger than Chu Zhiyuan.

But compared to sneak attacks and assassinations, nothing can compare to the Demon-Subduing Blade.

They cannot achieve the silent and stealthy killing with the Demon-Subduing Blade.

When assigning tasks, Chu Zhiyuan thought he should go first, or assign more experts to the task.

However, they were firmly stopped. Qi Qingmei and Zhou Chongming had no objections, but Chen Chengzhi and Jing Qianxing absolutely disagreed.

Chu Zhiyuan has already put in too much effort for the Flying Snow Cave. If he has to work so hard for such a small matter, wouldn't it make the experts of the four sects seem too incompetent?
Qi Qingmei and Zhou Chongming stopped insisting, and Chu Zhiyuan had no choice but to accept it. As expected, they ultimately failed to eliminate these experts silently.

Once the silence is broken, the entire defense system will begin to function.

Chu Zhiyuan and Lu Xiaolu suddenly accelerated.

As Chu Zhiyuan swept past courtyard after courtyard, his ten flying knives shot out, piercing the bodies of the Wanxue Sect experts he encountered.

These experts were all being hunted down by the four sects' masters, and in the midst of the fierce battle, it was difficult for them to defend against the flying knives.

Before they reached the largest statue, the flying daggers had already killed more than forty experts from the Ten Thousand Blood Sect.

This relieved the pressure on the four masters, allowing them to help their companions and accelerate the shift in the overall situation.

When Chu Zhiyuan arrived in front of the largest statue, twenty experts were fighting each other.

Eight experts from the Four Sects were engaged in a fierce battle with twelve experts from the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, and Qi Qingmei was among them.

As the strongest among the four sects' experts, she was as light as a shadow, her true face unseen, only a faint wisp of sword light, faint and indistinct, appearing and disappearing.

The twelve experts of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect were continuously struck by swords.

However, their profound cultivation allowed them to lock in their blood and prevent it from leaking out, thus stabilizing their injuries.

Protecting their vital points, the four of them stood back to back, fending off the attack.

The twelve who were facing eight masters have instead become the ones being besieged.

Two throwing knives suddenly appeared, accurately striking the eyes of one Wanxue Sect expert and the throat of the other.

The throwing knife was silent, light, and swift, striking just as they were desperately trying to avoid vital points and had no chance to change their moves.

They didn't even sense the approaching knife; by the time it reached their bodies, it was too late to react.

Not to mention that his body had already reached its limit, and he could only watch helplessly as he was stabbed.

The flying knife flashed with golden light, breaking through their protective aura.

A throwing knife shot into his eye socket, swirled inside his head, and then emerged from the back of his skull.

The skull, which is extremely hard, is as soft as tofu in front of the throwing knife.

Another throwing knife shot into his throat, then continued downwards, piercing his heart.

With a crisp "pop," the heart shattered, and then the throwing knife shot out.

The two middle-aged masters stopped abruptly, their bodies stiffening before slowly collapsing to the ground.

The four-person back-to-back formation was immediately broken, and they became a group of three.

Two other throwing knives had already pierced the body of another middle-aged expert.

Two swords struck at the same time. The middle-aged man also had to deal with Qi Qingmei's sudden attack. He barely dodged one sword, but could not dodge the other.

A flash of golden light, and the flying knife dodged to his right shoulder.

He sneered.

He didn't care about the injury at all, but his expression changed drastically in an instant.

The blood, which could have been easily contained, gushed out.

At the same time, blood gushed from several wounds almost simultaneously.

My body suddenly became weak and powerless.

The throwing knife seemed to be coated with a deadly poison, spreading instantly and causing him to lose control of his own blood and energy.

With sixty or seventy percent of his strength gone, he was powerless to dodge the elusive sword light.

In an instant, several more wounds were added, turning it into a blood gourd.

A throwing knife silently burrowed into his brow from the ground, catching him off guard and causing him to freeze in mid-air.

Unable to dodge the sword's light that swept across his throat, a head rolled off.

Without pausing, Qi Qingmei, the owner of the sword light, attacked another middle-aged man.

Chu Zhiyuan stood not far away but did not step forward. It was not advisable for him to get involved in the fight between these eighth and ninth level Venerables; attacking from a distance was the best course of action.

In particular, the aura of the Demon-Subduing Divine Tree on the Glazed Blade countered their evil arts.

It can break through their protective aura, making the task twice as effective with half the effort.

Throwing knives raged through the valley.

The moment these experts from the Myriad Blood Sect were touched by the golden light on the blade, their evil arts were rendered almost powerless.

(End of this chapter)