Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

Luo Hou shook his head. Not only did Yu Cixin dote on her son, but Tai Gong also spoiled Xianling to the point of being lawless. If it weren't for Qing Haichao guarding the Ciguang Tower, Xianling could have run up to the Heavenly Realm to steal dragon eggs.

Seeing his younger brother acting like a spoiled child, Liao Tian tried to help him up, but Xuan Ling hugged him and pulled Liao Tian to the ground as well.

"Brother, you practice your skills morning and night, you practice all the time, don't you get bored?"

Liao Tian answered earnestly, "It's not boring, I enjoy practicing martial arts."

"Brother, you..."

Luo Hou never expected that the war would be started by Qi Luosheng.

On the Yuyang River, a thousand miles away, a magnificent painted boat emerges from the twilight.

As the sun began to set and dusk approached, wisps of smoke drifted across the river, carrying an eerie, almost imperceptible air.

Through the layers of curtains, the person inside the boat seemed to be applying makeup in front of a mirror, and a melancholy voice could be heard across the river:

"Qiluo sighs, lingering on mountains and rivers, a lonely soul moored in a secluded painted boat. A lonely soul moored, a pale moon and wisps of clouds, layers of empty space where wild geese fly in vain."

A wild goose flies astray, a fleeting rumble of thunder, a fleeting cloud; the old fish in the vast, boundless rivers and lakes suffer. The old fish suffers, old sorrows have not yet forgiven him, new sorrows come to burden him; in this long night, who will sing the song of parting?

In the woods along the riverbank, the ambushing men waited patiently until he finished reading before someone whispered:

"Is it him? The executioner of the empire!"

"It's him."

"Since Jiangshan Kuaishou killed eight hundred innocent people from Yuzhong Sanqianlou thirty years ago, he has made a house on a painted boat and drifted on the rivers and seas all year round. This time we have finally caught up with him."

Behind the tree stood a burly man with a weathered face; he was Eagle, the last surviving member of the Wind-Strike Clan.

After Jiangshan Kuaishou severely wounded an eagle with an arrow, the eagle with broken wings investigated for a long time before finding the murderer.

Driven by a thirst for revenge, he said, "Lord Wei, please have your brothers from the Burial Blade Society postpone their actions. Allow me to go and settle the score with my clan first."

Chang Chun, the leader of the Burial Blade Society, kneaded the steel wire in his hand and said coldly, "I grant your request. Jiangshan Kuaishou will definitely not see the sun rise tomorrow."

The eagle with broken wings took out a bow, drew the string like a full moon, and released the bow like a shooting star, shooting swiftly at the figure in the cabin.

Whoosh!

With a whooshing sound, the arrow flew across the river, followed closely by the eagle with broken wings, which landed on the bow of the boat.

"You murderer, use your arrow to pay for your sins!"

Unexpectedly, a fair and jade-like hand reached out from the cabin and casually flipped the arrow inside.

Then a pleasant voice rang out: "This arrow has been lost for a long time, and I never expected it to reappear today. How dare you accuse me of murder?"

"Hmph, why feign innocence when you've already killed someone? Drink!"

The eagle with broken wings, filled with hatred, drew its wing blade from its shoulder and stabbed at the person behind the curtain.

Immediately after he made his move, countless arrows shot out from the painted boat, like a burst of starlight, forming a dense array of arrows.

There is nothing left to attack, nothing left to break.

"hateful!"

Despite knowing he was no match, the eagle with broken wings still leaped forward, his desire for revenge driving him to fight to the death.

In the midst of the endless entanglement, a red line suddenly appeared from the throat of the eagle with broken wings.

A person in the painted boat sighed softly, "It's like snow melting in a red-hot furnace, alas."

After saying this, he vibrated the strings of his zither, sending the eagle with broken wings back to the shore.

The eagle with broken wings gripped his throat, his voice filled with resentment: "I mistakenly entered the Abyss of Crying and was struck by the peerless swordsman's Red Furnace Snow. It was my own fault, but I cannot personally avenge my enemy. I resent it, I hate it!"

Amidst the cries of hatred, those who failed to exact revenge were beheaded.

Du Changchun scoffed, "Useless thing, get to work!"

As soon as he finished speaking, cannons on the riverbank fired in unison, aiming directly at the painted boat in the river.

Instantly, towering water columns and waves reached thousands of feet high, while flames raged across the night sky.

"I was defeated by you decades ago, but now I've come to reclaim everything! Jiangshan Kuaishou, can you still enjoy your power? Hahahaha!"

Amidst the wild laughter, a slender figure soared into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a beautiful blade, like a deadly weapon, came hurtling towards them.

Each strike was like a painting, each stroke landing on the lives of the Burial Knife Society.

"Ah~~ Uh!"

Blood stained the Qingjiang River, and even more so the crimson moon.

Soon the ground was littered with corpses.

Suddenly, Qi Luosheng felt a lack of blood and qi in his chest, followed by a sharp pain. He then lost his sight and hearing.

A chill ran through him: "I've been poisoned!"

Du Changchun laughed wildly again: "The most deadly poison of the Western Frontier, poisonous ears, poisonous eyes, poisonous claws, the three poisons strike, Jiangshan Swift Blade, prepare to die!"

"Since you're forcing me to this point, Qi Luosheng has no choice but to fight to the bitter end."

However, the poison of the Western Frontier is no small matter. Qi Luosheng has lost his sight and hearing and can only rely on instinct to draw his sword.

Every knife is for killing, and every knife is also for survival.

Their murderous instincts, once ignited, grew increasingly ferocious with each battle.

Just then, a figure burst into the battle: "Jiangshan Kuaishou, give me back the lives of the eight hundred men of Yuzhong Sanqianlou!"

The newcomer is Yun Canghai, an orphan of the former Yuzhong Three Thousand Towers, and a cultivator of the original homeland of Tianfo today.

Completely blind and deaf, Qi Luosheng, without distinguishing who it was, relied solely on the opponent's killing intent. With a swift turn of her beautiful blade, she slashed out, severing Yun Canghai's head.

"Who else is coming?"

A blood-soaked swordsman, brimming with killing intent.

Just then, an arrogant figure burst into the battle, carrying a long sword on his back, holding a whisk in his hand, with white hair and a gray robe.

"Qiluo Sheng!"

Upon seeing Qi Luosheng injured, the newcomer's brows furrowed with rage. With a flick of his whisk, he annihilated another batch of the Burial Blade Society's remaining forces.

"Is it the peerless swordsman? Let's go!"

Du Changchun was terrified and hastily led his men to retreat.

The river wind was icy cold, carrying with it the lingering stench of blood.

Yi Qixing, supporting Qi Luosheng, lightly touched the river water and landed on the painted boat.

Immediately, a powerful palm strike was delivered, causing Qi Luosheng's spirit to jolt.

Once she had caught her breath, Qi Luosheng pulled long glass needles from her ears and stabbed them into her back.

Large, vibrant peony blossoms immediately bloomed on her back, a striking mix of red and black, breathtakingly beautiful and poignant.

As the peonies bloomed and withered, Qiluo expelled the toxins from her body, and her ears and eyes were restored to normal.

I'm sorry to have embarrassed my friend.

Yi Qixing took the initiative and brought out a jar of wine from the cabin: "I've just recovered from the poisoning, can I drink some wine?"

"can."

After downing a cup, Qi Luosheng felt uneasy: "My friend, did I just kill the wrong person?"

“Yun Canghai, a cultivator under the Juezuo of Tianfo Yuanxiang, Juye Fengtan is an unreasonable person and will probably target you again.”

"It was him? I thought we could eventually resolve our hatred, but I never expected..."

“You did not intend to kill him; I can testify to that.”

"Just as you said, Juye Fengtan and Tianfo Yuanxiang may not be able to understand each other."

Yi Qixing patted Qi Luosheng and comforted him, "Don't be alarmed. Leave the mediation of Tianfo Yuanxiang to me."

"Qiluo should bear her own burdens; why drag her brothers into this?"

"If you are tainted by darkness, how can I remain silent? On the road to ruin, I will walk with you."

Chapter 182 Yi Qi Xing attacks the Five Qi, Wu Jun seizes the Cloud Halberd

The night was as dark as ink.

He was panicked in the thick fog, but his knife was gone, and he could only swing his bare hands.

Just then, the five chaotic energies, imbued with the power of heaven and earth, arrived and cleaved him into several pieces, not even his soul could escape.

Years of arduous cultivation vanished in an instant.

"No!"

Ju Yefengtan suddenly awoke and sat up from his meditation bed.

A Buddhist who has cultivated to his level has long since abandoned the disturbances of dreams, let alone nightmares, unless it is a reminder from heaven.

The five elements of chaos.

Just then, Ershanduo came to report that the peerless swordsman of the Seven Martial Arts Masters requested an audience.

"Judge, Yi Qixing must be here because of the Jiangshan Kuaishou case."

A few days ago, the Burial Blade Society ambushed and killed Qi Luosheng on the banks of the Yuyang River. Yun Canghai, seeking revenge for the massacre of the Yuzhong Three Thousand Towers, was drawn into the battle and was killed by Qi Luosheng.

Yun Canghai was a subordinate of Ju Yefengtan. Upon hearing the news, Ju Yefengtan immediately issued an arrest warrant for Fuxiang.

"Peerless Sword Master, hmm?"

Ju Yefeng recalled his nightmare and made a plan. He immediately went to the reception room with Ershan.

Before me stood a solitary, proud figure, as graceful as a pine or bamboo, displaying the demeanor of a master.

Although Yi Qixing came to apologize to his close friend, he maintained a humble yet dignified demeanor. When Ju Yefeng came out, he held a whisk and bowed, saying, "Yi Qixing is very polite."

"I heard you came here for Jiangshan Kuaishou."

“I was present when Yun Canghai died in battle. At that time, the Burial Knife Society poisoned Jiangshan Kuaishou, causing him to go blind and deaf, and he was unable to determine who the attacker was.”

"So, did Yun Lunhai die in vain?"