The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: From the Moment He Picked Up Qu Feiyan

Chapter 128 I Will Go Alone with My Sword (Fifth Update by Bai Jun)

As he listened, Shen An's eyes gradually narrowed.

His fist clenched unconsciously inside his sleeve, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The older woman only noticed a change in the gentle young man's demeanor, but she was not afraid; instead, she felt more at ease.

"Does that villain have accomplices?" Shen An asked in a deep voice.

"Yes!" the older woman nodded. "Besides him, there are a few other people in that place. But—but those people don't seem to be with him. They just practice their swordsmanship in that courtyard every day, never speak to us, and—and have never done anything improper to us."

"How did you escape? How far did you run?" Shen An pressed.

"My sister-in-law and I thought we were doomed. But then—a wandering old monk accidentally stumbled into the courtyard. Seeing our miserable state, he came to our rescue, pulled us out, and then led the villain away, buying us a chance to escape. We dared not linger and fought our way out—"

She gasped for breath, despair returning to her eyes: "But we didn't run very far. We were too exhausted to run any further, so we thought—we wanted to get away with this, to avoid falling into their clutches again—"

Di Xiu was filled with righteous indignation and uncontrollable rage. He slammed his hand on the doorframe beside him, sending splinters of wood flying. "Outrageous! At the foot of Mount Song, there are such heartless and insane people! Sister-in-law, do you know the name of that villain, or what sect he belongs to? My Mount Song Sect will definitely seek justice for you!"

The older woman shook her head blankly: "We—we don't know. We only know that his martial arts are extremely high, and his swordsmanship—his swordsmanship is so fast that it's impossible to see. As for that place—we fled in panic, and—we can't remember exactly where it is, we only know it's not far from here—"

The information they could provide was pitifully little.

However, near Mount Song, a group of people gathered to practice swordsmanship, their swordsmanship incredibly fast—

Shen An had a vague idea.

Just then!

"Bang!!!"

With a loud crash, the already dilapidated temple door was kicked into pieces from the outside! Amidst the wood chips and dust, a figure slowly walked in against the setting sun.

Cong Buqi is very angry right now.

He and several fellow disciples from the Sword Sect, after their defeat at Mount Hua, sought refuge under the protection of Zuo Lengchan and have been residing on Mount Song ever since.

Deep in a hidden valley.

Every day, all he did was practice swordsmanship, which was so monotonous it almost drove him crazy.

The fellow disciples were all like wooden blocks, their minds only focused on one day being able to fight their way back to Mount Hua and restore the glory of the Sword Sect.

But he couldn't bear the loneliness!

Although the hand that holds a sword can hold more than just a sword, why is it that Yue Buqun can have a beautiful woman like Ning Zhongze in his arms every night?

Cong Buqi could only think of Ning Zhongze's appearance in the deep mountains and forests, and use his ruthless fast sword technique.

Even if you occasionally find a few women in these mountains, they are mostly village girls whose appearances are really not flattering.

Over the years, although he has secretly played around with many people to death, it has only ever been a temporary thrill, never a full-blown experience.

Until a month ago, he finally found a pair of top-quality goods in the town at the foot of the mountain!

Those two women, one voluptuous and alluring, the other pure and lovely, truly captivated him, making him forget all else. But after less than a month of this, he damn well lost them!

You bald monk!

The thought of that meddlesome monk who appeared out of nowhere filled Cong Buqi with rage.

Unfortunately, the bald monk was quite skilled in martial arts, and after a brief struggle, he managed to escape.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, these two young ladies aren't fast on their feet, they can't escape.

Following the trail, we found this dilapidated temple.

Cong Buqi kicked open the temple door, the evil fire in his heart burning ever brighter.

"Two young ladies, it's been quite a search for me, my husband."

He walked slowly into the temple, his gaze not even lingering on Shen An and Di Xiu for a moment: "What? You want to die already? Haven't you had enough fun yet? You're not allowed to take your own lives so early."

Upon seeing him, the two women screamed with extreme piercing terror, as if they had seen a demon from hell. The last trace of color vanished from their faces.

"It's you!" Di Xiu roared, unable to contain himself any longer. He brandished his longsword and charged forward like an arrow. "In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how dare you commit such atrocities! Take this!"

It was only now that Cong Buqi seemed to notice Di Xiu's presence. Looking at Di Xiu's Songshan attire, he raised an eyebrow, and faced with Di Xiu's powerful sword strike, he didn't even move an inch.

"Oh? A junior from the Songshan Sect?" With a flick of his wrist, the longsword in his hand shot out like a serpent, striking first despite being behind. "Don't dare to meddle in other people's business."

"Ding!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

Di Xiu felt a strange, precise force coming from the sword, which made his wrist go numb.

His unstoppable sword strike was effortlessly deflected by the opponent, veering off course and hurtling straight towards the wall beside him.

Cong Buqi's sword, however, clung to his blade like a leech, slicing towards his wrist.

The exquisite skill and swift changes of those sword moves were something Di Xiu had never seen before in his life!

Di Xiu was shocked and hurriedly withdrew his sword to defend himself. But the opponent's sword was faster than his thoughts!

In just a few moves, Di Xiu was already in grave danger, drenched in sweat.

Cong Buqi seemed to have gotten tired of playing around. He snorted coldly and suddenly changed his sword move. The sword drew an arc in the air and lightly touched the "Yangchi" acupoint on Di Xiu's wrist.

Di Xiu felt a numbness in his wrist and could no longer hold the longsword. With a "clang," the longsword fell to the ground. And the tip of Cong Buqi's sword was already pressed against his throat.

Throughout the entire process, Cong Buqi appeared to be in complete control, without even managing to harm Di Xiu in the slightest. He simply used his swordsmanship to utterly crush him.

"Get lost." He uttered a single word indifferently and sheathed his longsword.

Di Xiu's face turned deathly pale, both shocked and furious, yet he also knew that the gap between him and his opponent was beyond reason.

He staggered to the side, his face full of shame and indignation.

Cong Buqi ignored him and turned his gaze back to the two women who were already trembling with fear on the ground. He licked his lips and said, "Alright, young ladies, shall we go back with your husband?"

"snort."

A cold snort.

Cong Buqi then turned his gaze to the young man carrying a huge package who had not moved or spoken from beginning to end.

"What?" Cong Buqi looked at Shen An with amusement. "Would you like to try my swordsmanship too?"

The only response he received was a deep, thunderous sound of wind breaking through the air.

Before anyone could see, Shen An had already grasped the dark, heavy sword in his hand. He didn't even bother with any opening stance; he simply stomped his feet on the ground and, like a cannonball, unleashed an unstoppable, domineering aura as he brought his sword down in a powerful downward strike!

A thousand words are not as good as a single sword strike!