Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 134 Who will compete with you, as long as you die?
Unlike many of his past opponents who were completely unaware of Lu Xingzhou's methods, in this civil war within the Yama Palace, both sides are very familiar with each other.

The moment he drew his sword, information about Lu Xingzhou flashed through Ye Wufeng's mind.

When he left the Yama Palace, he was at the upper seventh rank, and because his broken leg caused his meridians to be blocked, he had been stuck there for a long time and had not been able to break through the barrier of the middle third rank.

After leaving, I don't know what good fortune he received... He was still in a wheelchair, and his legs still didn't feel like human legs. It seemed like he wasn't cured, but the barrier had been broken. This morning, when he rescued Sheng Yuanyao, it was clear that she was a sixth-grade upper-level cultivator, and he had used her abilities to the fullest.

Upper Rank 6, practicing both Daoist and martial arts.

Martial arts are the assassination techniques of the Underworld. Due to physical limitations, they tend to favor the art of concealed weapons, using bone nails, hair-like needles, and even wheelchairs equipped with rain-down pear blossom needles, making them adept at sneak attacks.

Dao Xiu is a malevolent cultivator of the Yin and Ghost category. He practices the Myriad Souls Banner and shamelessly calls it the Human Emperor Banner. He has mastered many spells, but uses them very little. He spends most of his time playing with talismans. After all, he developed a habit of using talismans like water when he was rich and powerful in the Yama Palace, and it's hard to change.

The magical artifacts are mainly integrated into the wheelchair. It is possible that some unknown magical artifacts were seized after the destruction of the Incense Tower, but they should not be very powerful.

In addition, he was highly skilled in formations and had excellent alchemy abilities.

All things considered, he is indeed a rare talent. However, his strength as a sixth-grade upper-level cultivator is undeniable, and he doesn't employ direct combat tactics. Unless he pulls out an unexpected magic weapon, he might not even be able to withstand this sword strike.

Why should he challenge me to a one-on-one fight?!
In the blink of an eye, the sword light was already upon Lu Xingzhou's face.

A smile flashed in Lu Xingzhou's eyes, and he suddenly reached out and sliced, striking the side of the sword.

A spiraling energy of water and fire, completely different from the true energy he had expected, suddenly drilled into his meridians like a drill. Ye Wufeng, who had completely misjudged both his cultivation and the nature of his technique, felt a slight numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his sword momentum instantly veered off course.

Fifth rank? Ye Wufeng had barely formed a thought when Lu Xingzhou's right hand flashed out, striking Ye Wufeng's lower abdomen.

"Snap!" Ye Wufeng swiftly slashed out with his left palm, and the two palms collided with a loud bang.

The spiraling energy changed again, transforming into a mutual explosion of water and fire. The violent explosion roared, and the lake water not far away seemed to be hit by countless boulders, with waves splashing everywhere.

Despite having reached the fifth rank and possessing the explosive power of Taiji Tiangang, Lu Xingzhou still couldn't withstand Ye Wufeng's palm strike. His wheelchair slid backward, and the Yin-Yang Mill within his body rapidly dissipated the invading power.

At the same time, the armrest of the wheelchair opened, and a burst of pear blossom needles shot towards Ye Wufeng's face, stopping his pursuit.

Ye Wufeng hadn't even considered it... Although he had the upper hand, it was only the upper hand.

Ye Wufeng thought he knew himself and his enemy, but it was all a misconception. He realized that he didn't understand Lu Xingzhou at all, as if he were a completely different person.

The imagined scenario of a fatal blow simply did not exist. Although Lu Xingzhou was knocked back by the impact, his blood and qi were not flowing smoothly for a moment, and the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles had already reached his face.

Ye Wufeng swiftly twisted his body to dodge, and there was a faint sound of wind behind him.

His instincts as a top assassin made him turn and dodge again, and Ah Nuo silently passed by.

"Lu Xingzhou! He said it was a one-on-one fight, but Ghost Child still attacked by sneak attack!"

"You believe everything your master says? How come you're still so stupid after all these years?"

Ye Wufeng was so angry he almost vomited blood. He thought Lu Xingzhou was really trying to show off his strength in front of his "love rival" tonight, but he didn't expect that this guy was shameless!
Of course, he doesn't need to be shameless... because Lu Xingzhou didn't even consider him a rival in love. Who the hell is competing with him here?
He was just an enemy who almost killed Gua Mei... The moment Lu Xingzhou lured him out, all he wanted was for him to die!
When Ah Nuo's sneak attack failed, she knew she didn't need to hide anymore. With a flick of her little hand, she pulled out a large pancake and slapped it down on Ah Nuo's head as she passed by.

Ye Wufeng flashed again, and at the same time instinctively thrust his sword back at Anuo's ribs.

The sword trembled and became uncontrollable for a moment. Ye Wufeng quickly regained control, narrowly avoiding a solid blow, and awkwardly dodged, having already taken a hit to his left shoulder.

When did Ghost Child reach the fourth rank... and what is this weird pancake thing?
The wind howled behind me.

Ye Wufeng quickly stepped aside and turned to look. Lu Xingzhou had already left the wheelchair at some point, leaping into the air and striking Ye Wufeng's waist with both palms.

While Anuo was still wildly waving the pancake around, Ye Wufeng slammed his left palm onto the pancake and simultaneously thrust his sword straight into Lu Xingzhou's palm.

With a loud "bang," an incredibly powerful force pressed down on the pancake. Ye Wufeng felt as if he had slapped a mountain. The pancake didn't budge, but his hand was throbbing painfully.

What kind of power is this? Who on earth is fighting someone of a higher level? Ye Wufeng felt like he was in a dream.

With that slap, Ye Wufeng's sword thrust towards Lu Xingzhou weakened. Lu Xingzhou slapped the side of the sword aside, used the momentum in mid-air, and delivered a very elegant flying kick straight to Ye Wufeng's side of the face.

"???"

Did the cripple kick someone?
Ye Wufeng never expected this scene. He hastily reached out to block, and with a "boom," the point of impact burst into flames. The intensely hot flames shot straight to his face, scorching his hair.

Pei Chuyun, who was watching the melon in the distance, sniffed as forgotten memories flashed through her mind again.

However, this move did deflect Lu Xingzhou's side kick. Lu Xingzhou spun slightly and unleashed another series of kicks with his other foot.

Ah Nuo's big pancake landed on his forehead again.

After only a few rounds of fighting, Ye Wufeng was already feeling quite exhausted. To put it bluntly, it was his nature; once caught in a fierce siege, his first choice was to retreat, not to grow stronger with each battle. Having been fought to this extent, Ye Wufeng already had the intention to leave.

He no longer tried to take Ah Nuo's big pancake head-on, but twisted his body to dodge, and at the same time slashed at Lu Xingzhou's leg with his sword.

As long as Lu Xingzhou retracts his leg, he can take the opportunity to dash out with his sword and escape.

As a result, Lu Xingzhou neither dodged nor avoided the sword; his leg went straight to meet it.

To Ye Wufeng's surprise, this kick was completely opposite to the previous one. When the sword cut into it, ripples of light appeared on the leg, and the sword seemed to be cutting into water, encountering many obstacles.

With just this one misjudgment, the sword's momentum was blocked, and Ah Nuo's empty pancake sliced ​​across and slammed into his chest with a "bang".

Ye Wufeng coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his figure suddenly flashed again. He used some kind of escape technique, as if he had appeared out of the master and disciple's encirclement, and then turned into a stream of light and fled into the distance.

His cough echoed through the air: "Lu Xingzhou, I know everything you've been hiding... The next time we meet will be your death... Pfft..."

Before the words were finished, a figure suddenly appeared in the direction of the escape. He did nothing but open a mirror-like magical artifact to block the way.

Pei Chuyun didn't need to do anything at all; she simply used a teleportation artifact to appear in Ye Wufeng's escape route. This sudden appearance, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, caught Ye Wufeng off guard as he was fleeing at high speed. He crashed headfirst into the mirror with a "bang," nearly shattering his bones.

The mirror was secretly slipped to her by Lu Xingzhou when he was rubbing her hand to signal her to watch the battle... No matter who investigates, there's not a trace of the Charming Maiden Mystic Art on Ye Wufeng's body; it's all Lu Xingzhou's...

With her blocking his way, Lu Xingzhou and his apprentice caught up: "When it comes to escape techniques, you, Ye Wufeng, have never been the most troublesome one I've ever encountered. It's this little maid of mine who took three tries to catch."

Pei Chuyun blushed and spat.

Countless streaks of light flashed in the distance, indicating that the Demon Suppression Division had finally found the place. From afar, they saw Ye Wufeng falling from mid-air for some unknown reason, with A'nuo and Lu Xingzhou arriving like lightning. A'nuo was faster than Lu Xingzhou, and with a "bang," she slapped Ye Wufeng like a ball towards her master.

The members of the Demon Suppression Division all shuddered, watching Ye Wufeng's blood splatter across the sky, feeling as if that one slap had turned a person into mincemeat...

Lu Xingzhou followed closely behind, slamming his palms down on Ye Wufeng's chest.

Ye Wufeng had no chance to resist. With a crack, his sternum shattered, and he fell to the lake like a kite with a broken string.

Experienced experts from the Demon Suppression Division had already realized that this palm strike had shattered Ye Wufeng's heart, leaving him no last words—a truly ruthless act.

Lu Xingzhou used this palm strike to his advantage, then flipped and floated back. A wheelchair flew up to greet him, and he sat back down with unparalleled grace.

For a moment, all the streaks of light stopped, and everyone stared blankly as Ye Wufeng fell.

Just this afternoon, he was considered an imposing rookie number one, but in the blink of an eye, he fell from grace like a rag doll by evening, without even a last word.

He was killed by a master alchemist who had gone to the capital to study alchemy, and his apprentice.

The Demon Suppression Bureau remains brightly lit even at night.

Sheng Qingfeng paced back and forth in the hall, asking every few days, "Is there any news about Lu Xingzhou?"

Ye Wufeng's whereabouts are no longer important; what matters is that Lu Xingzhou, that son of a bitch, abandoned the protection of the Demon Suppression Division and ran off to have fun.

I don't dare to imagine what my daughter would do if I died somewhere, and I don't even dare to think about whether the reputation of the Demon Suppression Division will be ruined in the future.

I don't understand what kind of hero this cripple is trying to be. He knows there are assassins who are going to harm him, so why does he insist on breaking free from the protection of the Demon Suppression Division?
"Vice-Captain, don't worry. According to Prefect Meng, Lu Xingzhou is quite capable..."

"Impressive? Is he really more impressive than Chu Qingchen, the seventh-ranked rookie? That's Ye Wufeng, and Chu Qingchen couldn't even withstand a single move! This young man is truly ignorant!"

The subordinates dared not utter a sound.

Is this really how a son-in-law behaves?
In truth, regardless of whether he was her son-in-law or not, Sheng Qingfeng was unwilling to let Princess Chaohuang's right-hand men get into trouble right under his nose, let alone his daughter's reaction.

Sheng Qingfeng paced anxiously: "What's the news about Ye Wufeng? Any feedback from the Yama Palace's hideout?"

"No……"

"Oh shit……"

"Report!" A subordinate rushed in from outside: "We have news!"

Sheng Qingfeng stopped pacing and hurriedly asked, "Whose news is it, Lu Xingzhou's or Ye Wufeng's?"

"It's all...it's all." The subordinate gasped for breath, his expression complicated. "Just now...Lu Xingzhou beheaded Ye Wufeng at Qingyao Garden."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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