Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 429 The Sword's Cry and the Demon's Arrival

"Young Master."

Yuhe politely greeted Tiezhen.

She knew that Tie Zhen held a very high position in the Tie family, especially since she was skilled in martial arts and decisive, while the governor's wife was soft-hearted. In fact, Tie Zhen made the decisions on all matters, big and small, within the Tie family.

This young lady could decide her life and future with a single word. Naturally, she had to be extremely careful in her presence.

Tie Zhen waved her hand, indicating that Yu He should dispense with the formalities: "You've been with Mr. Gao for two days now. How has Mr. Gao treated you?"

Gao Wu was, after all, an outsider with a bad reputation, so Tie Zhen was still somewhat wary of him.

Arranging for the beautiful Yuhe to stay by his side was both a way of thanking Gao Wu and a form of surveillance.

These trivial matters were originally managed by her personal maid, Xiangyu, but Xiangyu said that Gao Wu hadn't asked Yuhe to serve him in bed. This was quite strange.

After all, Gao Wu was notoriously greedy and lustful. Even if he had restrained himself after joining the Tie family, he would have no reason to refuse such a beautiful woman who was offered to him.

The unusual situation made her a little suspicious, and she wanted to find Yuhe to ask her for clarification.

Yuhe understood Tiezhen's meaning. Her face flushed and she lowered her head, saying, "Mr. Gao is very kind to me. It's just that he needs to practice his breathing exercises at night and doesn't want me to accompany him."

"Oh." Tie Zhen nodded slightly. Gao Wu had suddenly changed his attitude and focused on practicing martial arts, refusing even the beautiful women who came to him, which made her feel a little complicated.

However, Yuhe cannot be blamed for this. She meant well, and forcing Yuhe to do something would only make things more pointless.

Tie Zhen casually asked, "Mr. Gao, what are your usual pastimes?"

“I read occasionally,” Yuhe answered cautiously. “Other than that, I just sit quietly and daydream.”

Yuhe felt that Mr. Gao was different from everyone she had ever met. Despite his old-fashioned appearance, rough skin, and yellow teeth, he always had an air of otherworldly elegance about him.

Like a legendary immortal, he sat atop the mountain, quietly observing the gentle breeze, white clouds, strange rocks, and flowing water, seemingly indifferent to everything.

Just like Tie Zhen and Tie Mu, who wield great power and possess lofty authority, they seem too worldly and lack the transcendence of Mr. Gao.

Of course, these were just Yuhe's own feelings; she wouldn't dare say them out loud even if she had the guts.

Tie Zhen said, "Mr. Gao is my benefactor. You should go back and serve him carefully. You can tell me if Mr. Gao needs anything."

"Yes."

When Yuhe returned to the courtyard, she saw Gao Wu practicing his sword in the yard.

His movements were fluid and natural, slow yet possessing a wonderful rhythm. Each move was like a dance, and it was surprisingly beautiful.

Yuhe received training from a young age, learning authentic breathing techniques and some simple self-defense moves.

Although he was only a novice in martial arts, he could still vaguely sense the spirit of advanced martial arts moves.

Gao Wu slowly finished practicing a set of Pure Yang Sword techniques. This sword technique was actually mainly for cultivating Pure Yang True Qi and was not suitable for fighting enemies.

Simply put, this is a sword technique specifically designed for cultivating true qi. Its true combat technique is the Soaring Dragon Palm, and there should also be the Soaring Dragon Sword. Old Daoist Qingfeng may have, for some reason, not taught it to him.

Fortunately, he was highly skilled in swordsmanship and had keen insight. He had already derived the Dragon Sword from the Dragon Palm, or more accurately, he integrated his swordsmanship into the Dragon Palm and Pure Yang True Qi, making it more compatible with this world.

After two days of adjustment, his true energy became more refined, and he mastered all the changes in sword, palm, body, and footwork.

Even without using divine spells, he could reach the top tier of this realm. With his forty points of innate talent, his grasp of the subtleties of combat far surpasses that of experts at the same level.

Gao Wu originally planned to wait for the group of guys to make their move at the Tie family's house.

With such a grand preparation, why don't they have the courage to storm the Iron Mansion?
Actually, there are certain advantages to taking action within the city, at least the Tie family cavalry cannot be mobilized on a large scale.

In the complex architecture of the city, skilled martial artists have an advantage. Especially at the Iron Mansion, despite its heavy security, there are only two or three hundred guards.

After two days without any movement, Gao Wu felt that the Blood Robe Alliance and the Holy Fire Sect still didn't dare to act rashly.

The other party didn't come, and he wanted to go to their door but couldn't find the door... He was getting impatient with this delay.

Should we head straight to the Central Plains and seek out several famous martial arts schools to learn from them?
However, the journey to the Central Plains is a thousand miles away, and we also need to visit various sects. It will take an unknown amount of time to make the trip.

Major sects like Dalin Temple and Xuanwu Sect may have Grandmasters of the Innate Realm presiding over them...

Gao Wu wasn't exactly afraid; with his current abilities, escaping wouldn't be difficult even if he couldn't win. He was just afraid of making a futile trip and wasting time.

Based on his intuition from the Qilin Divine Hero Mantra, he sensed that a huge storm was brewing in Blackwater City, which was a good opportunity for him to test his sword skills.

He had been in this other world for a little over seven days, which wasn't a long time, but he already missed Xiao Song a bit.

Yuhe saw Gao Wu lost in thought, but there was a hint of melancholy in her eyes, which was very different from her usual calm and detached demeanor.

She asked softly, "Sir, is something bothering you?"

Gao Wu nodded slightly: "I was just thinking of an old friend. I've been busy with all sorts of worldly affairs and haven't seen him for a long time, so I can't help but feel a little sad."

Yuhe suggested, "The autumn wind is getting colder. Why don't we warm a few pots of wine for you tonight, along with some snacks? A few drinks can ease your worries."

"You know quite a lot," Gao Wu said with a smile.

"As the ancients said, 'The only thing to relieve sorrow is wine.'" Yuhe had also read some poems and knew some simple verses.

"Alright."

Gao Wu has been focusing on martial arts training for the past few days, so he's taking a break today since he has nothing else to do.

Several dishes were laid out on the table, mostly stewed mutton soup, roasted venison, dried beef jerky, as well as side dishes such as pickled radish, stir-fried celery, and dried fruit.

Northwestern cuisine is generally rough, and although the Tie family is wealthy and powerful, their food preparation is relatively simple.

Gao Wu drank a few cups of warm wine. Outside the window, autumn rain began to fall. Looking at the lanterns falling in front of the window, he couldn't help but think of the line, "Peach blossoms and spring breeze, a cup of wine; Jianghu night rain, ten years of lamplight."

In this situation, he truly grasped some of the meaning of the poem.

Unfortunately, a nonsensical sentence is not suitable for showing off.

Gao Wu was just thinking of finding a couple of lines of poetry to express his longing for Xiao Song when he heard the faint sound of clashing weapons in the distance. The Tie Mansion was enormous, and his courtyard was located in the northernmost corner, actually far from the central area of ​​the mansion.

The night rain was pouring down, and given the distance and the enclosed room, even with his keen hearing, he could only detect some faint noises.

"They really dared to launch a surprise attack on the Iron Mansion, and they were well-prepared, choosing a good time for a night raid. Moreover, they must have had an inside accomplice."

Gao Wu was not surprised but delighted; this was exactly the opportunity he had been waiting for.

He picked up the Chun Jun sword that was placed next to him and stood up, which startled Yu He, who was pouring wine next to him.

She asked somewhat anxiously, "Sir, what's wrong?"

Gao Wu flicked his sleeve, sweeping out the two lamps hanging in the room with his inner energy. He said to Yu He, "A thief has come. Don't run around."

The Blood-Clad Alliance and the Holy Fire Cult's target is Iron Shepherd. They will not waste time searching each room one by one; they will definitely head straight for Iron Shepherd.

At this point, no one would care about someone as insignificant as Yuhe. As long as Yuhe didn't wander off, nothing would happen.

Yuhe was startled: "What kind of thief dares to cause trouble at the Tie residence?"

"It's alright, I'll take care of them."

Gao Wu was in high spirits at this moment. He suddenly thought of a poem and recited it aloud: "Horses neigh at dusk in autumn, swords clash as demons and monsters come. Iron flags flutter in the night rain, swords are wielded to cleave the sky."

He looked at Yuhe and asked, "How was my poem?"

"Ah, ah?" In the dim light, Yuhe's face was filled with panic and unease, and she was at a loss as to how to deal with it.

"Hahahaha..." Gao Wu laughed loudly, and touched Yuhe's twin temples. "Don't be afraid, it's alright."

Yuhe was about to cry: "I...I'm scared..."

She couldn't actually hear any strange noises, but Gao Wu suddenly got up, turned off the light, and started reciting poetry while holding his sword. Her mind was in complete chaos, and she had no idea what was happening or what Gao Wu was going to do.

Gao Wu didn't explain further. He was about to draw his sword and rush over when he felt something was wrong.

The situation is critical. Tie Mu is surrounded by elite guards, and he can hold out for a while even against a massive army.

Tie Zhen, however, might not be cared for. This woman treated him well.

"Do you know where Tie Zhen lives?" Gao Wu asked.

Yuhe nodded somewhat uneasily.

"Take me to her." Gao Wu didn't wait for Yu He's reply, grabbed the girl's small hand, and carried her out of the room.

His true energy is now abundant and continuous, so supporting Yuhe with his true energy requires no effort from her; it's as easy for him as lifting a piece of clothing.

Having mastered the Dragon Soaring Sword, Gao Wu's lightness skill instantly reached the top level in this world. He had Yu He point in a direction, and with a light step, he carried Yu He more than two zhang high, landing on the roof as lightly as a bird.

Yuhe grew up here and is familiar with the environment. Standing on the roof, she can see the flickering firelight, the flying figures, and the sounds of fighting and shouting in the main house of the third courtyard.

She immediately believed it; there really had been thieves!

"Young Master is in that direction..." Yuhe pointed in a direction.

A group of men in black had rushed into Tie Zhen's courtyard, each wielding a bow, crossbow, and longsword, and were attacking a dozen guards.

Fortunately, the guards had shields, but most of them were not wearing armor. Putting on full armor takes a long time, and only a few of those on night watch were wearing full scale armor.

They are also skilled at forming formations, and this kind of direct confrontation can temporarily withstand the siege of many men in black.

Standing behind numerous guards, Tie Zhen's expression was unusually solemn. His family had more than three hundred elite soldiers, but the number of the enemy was far beyond his expectations.

Such a massive force was able to remain hidden in Blackwater City, which shows that there must be something wrong with the major clans in the city!

The crucial problem was the presence of an inside traitor who led the thieves directly into the inner palace. In the chaos, the household guards had no time to organize a counterattack, and the situation was extremely dire.

As Tie Zhen was thinking, she saw a tall, burly man carrying a five-foot-wide sword walk up to her. The man let out a thunderous roar and swung his sword down fiercely.

The two guards raised their large shields to block, and with a loud clang, both guards collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood. It was clear they were going to die.

The burly man, having landed a successful blow, charged into the crowd. He swung his five-foot-long sword horizontally, and three guards who raised their swords to parry were cut into six pieces, sword and all.

The broken blade flew through the air, flesh tore open, and the stench of blood immediately filled the cold, rainy night.

Tie Zhen was horrified. This big man's slash was truly powerful enough to cleave mountains; it must be a sword that could cleave mountains and rivers.

The battle formation formed by more than a dozen guards was broken in the blink of an eye. Tie Zhen felt even colder. Her martial arts skills were far inferior to those of her opponents. She was afraid she couldn't even withstand a single move.

Ma Changhe grinned maliciously at Tie Zhen, about to swing his sword again, when a sharp shriek came from behind him.

Sensing something was wrong, he quickly turned to the side, his figure blurring as someone rushed through the gap he had created.

Ma Changhe looked up and examined the situation closely, only to find that there were actually two people. The man in the lead had an ordinary appearance, wore a loose blue robe, carried a sword in his left hand, and was actually carrying a young girl in his right hand.

Gao Wu put down Yu He and said, "You take care of the general, I'll deal with these thieves."

Ma Changhe's burly face showed surprise and doubt: "Old Gao Si?"

"To correct you, my name is Gao Wu," Gao Wu replied proudly, sword in hand.

"You're courting death!" Ma Changhe shouted fiercely, and swung his sword again.

The cold light of the five-foot-long sword pierced through the heavy night rain, illuminating Gao Wu's face and the panic on the faces of Tie Zhen and Yu He behind him...

Tie Zhen hurriedly shouted, "Watch out!"

In that critical moment, she didn't have time to explain anything, and could only vaguely remind Gao Wu.

At the same time, Gao Wu drew his Chun Jun sword, the brilliant sword light and the sharp blade light clashing past each other...

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