Excessive ferocity due to caution

Four days later, Yin Xiashan.

A group of men in black arrived at the scene. After searching the area several times, one of them walked up to Red Fish, knelt on one knee, and said:

"Lord Red Fish..."

"We found Master Qin's body in the mountains and..."

The man in black hesitated, then Hongyu frowned and said:

"With what?"

The man in black carefully took out a cloth from his pocket and handed it to Red Fish.

The red fish opened.

It was full of fragments of a broken sword...

Her body trembled.

As Fan Qingxue's beloved disciple, how could she not recognize this sword?

The teacher's sword... is broken?

Who in the world has such ability?

Could it be that the teacher really is with Ren Wudi...?

Recalling how her usual indifference and composure had been shattered here, Hongyu stared intently at the man in black and asked:

"Have you found any trace of Fan Qingxue?"

The man in black shook his head.

"We only found Lord Fan's broken sword."

Red Fish breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But his expression remained cold:

"Keep searching."

The man in black hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Lord Red Fish, if I may be so bold as to speak out... about the Ghostly Scholar..."

The red fish said calmly:

"Didn't you already go to Fenglinshan?"

"They're all seasoned assassins; surely they can't even kill a defenseless scholar?"

The man in black was silent for a moment, then immediately lowered his head and said:

"But our subordinates have received new information that two mysterious masters have appeared alongside the Ghost Scholar..."

Red Fish turned its head slightly and frowned, saying:

"What mysterious master?"

The man in black replied:

"The origin of this information is currently unknown."

"There's a lot of commotion in Lu right now, it seems like there's some kind of Jie Sect... Anyway, I've never heard of it before."

"That maidservant who served the Jie Sect defeated numerous sects from six kingdoms on Changxiao Peak and even killed the Drunken Taoist..."

Red Fish raised an eyebrow.

"It's alright..."

"The Azure Dragon's seven constellations will soon emerge from hiding; judging from the movement of the stars, it will likely be within the next two days."

"Within the six kingdoms, a large number of philosophers and sects have been mobilized. At that time, there will be at least tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of the most elite forces in the martial arts world at Yai Mountain—Ren Wudi will not let this opportunity pass him by."

"He will definitely go to Yai Mountain as well."

"A bloody storm... is about to break out!"

"As long as we guard the exit, that ghostly scholar is doomed!"

She only cares about one thing.

That means if the Ghostly Scholar dies, Fan Qingxue can survive.

Fan Qingxue is the number one swordsman in the world. If he wanted to escape, it would be no easy task even for the King of Qi to kill him.

But the problem is... Fan Qingxue won't run away.

The King of Qi wanted to kill him, and he would not resist.

She wanted Fan Qingxue to live!

Therefore, the ghostly scholar... must die!

...

Yashan, Changxiao Peak.

It was nearly dusk at this moment.

In the distance, the red clouds resembled fire, like a furnace scorching, stretching across the vast expanse of crimson sky.

The atmosphere on Changxiao Peak was not good.

Over the past three days, people have fought fiercely for a better place to stay, resulting in many deaths and injuries!

The nights on Changxiao Peak were bitterly cold, with strong winds and heavy snow, making it impossible to even light a fire outside.

It wasn't just the infighting between sects and various schools of thought; it also included the deaths of martial arts practitioners trapped by the wind and snow.

This small mountain peak truly embodies the poem to its fullest extent: "Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste; on the road, frozen corpses lie."

The martial arts practitioners who seized the house squandered the wine and meat resources inside.

Those who failed to secure a house either went down the mountain or froze to death on the mountain.

At this moment, Changxiao Peak is actually not as good as the mountainside of Yashan.

At least the dense forest on the mountainside prevents the wind from getting in.

To the surprise of many, it was actually the person who seemed the fiercest and most terrifying on Changxiao Peak who, at a crucial moment, provided them with a warm haven from the snow.

Zhao Yi gave the first floor and a corner of the courtyard with other sheltered walls in the mansion to the disciples from various sects who had come after hearing the news. Nearly three hundred martial arts practitioners who should have died on the snowy night had survived.

"I never expected Brother Zhao to have such a compassionate heart..."

Su Xingcan stood on the rooftop, looking at the people huddled together for warmth in the corner of the courtyard, and sighed.

Zhao Yi did not respond, but simply gazed at the increasingly bright stars in the sky.

"Tonight is the night when the seven stars align..."

"The snowstorm is about to stop; we can head to the observatory now."

Su Xingcan did not refuse.

Just like when he first met Zhao Yi, he promised Zhao Yi that he would help him unravel the secret of the Azure Dragon Seven Mansions.

Su Qingyao held an umbrella for Zhao Yi.

He pushed open the door and went out.

A light snowfall.

It gradually turned into a light drizzle.

The temperature is rising.

The sky was gradually clearing.

A dark and deep starry sky appeared before people's eyes.

Everyone could see that the constellations in the sky were constantly changing!

"The star chart is starting to change!"

"The snow has stopped!"

"Could tonight be the night when the seven stars align?"

"I see a lot of people heading towards the observatory, so this must be the place!"

"Brothers, grab your gear! Let's get to the observatory!"

In an instant, Confucianists, Legalists, Qimen Dunjia and other schools of thought, as well as various families, all flocked to the Star Gazing Platform!

The temperature on Changxiao Peak was rapidly fluctuating, and the pent-up energy and blood of these martial artists were becoming increasingly abundant, allowing them to master various light-body techniques!

However, Zhao Yi and his two companions did not walk very fast on the road leading to the observatory.

"Brother Su, are you worried about Fan Qingxue?"

Seeing that Su Xingcan seemed distracted, Zhao Yi asked her a question.

Su Xingcan snapped out of her reverie upon hearing this and smiled:

"Why...why should I worry about him?"

"I'm worried about Ren Wudi."

After speaking, he gazed at the distant starry sky and said solemnly:

"To be honest, Brother Zhao... Ren Wudi's whereabouts disappeared from the Observatory's sight three days ago..."

"There is no news of Ren Wudi in Yinxia Mountain, the capital of Lu Kingdom, and other important cities of the six kingdoms."

"This is not in line with his behavior..."

Zhao Yi calmly said:

"If there's no trace of him anywhere else, does that mean... he's somewhere you didn't expect?"

"Something I didn't expect?"

Su Xingcan froze for a moment, then her pupils suddenly contracted.

"Brother Zhao means... the observatory?!"

The three of them quickly went to the observatory...

The night wind was mournful.

Under the starlight and moonlight, a dark figure stood alone in the middle of the observatory.

His clothes and black hair fluttered in the wind.

Even from a great distance, it was impossible to see his face clearly.

But that powerful and chilling aura already sent shivers down the spines of martial artists a hundred meters away...

"Who is where?"

A Confucian scholar strode forward, his righteous spirit radiating forth, dispelling evil spirits!

The shadowy figure glanced at him.

A hundred meters away, the dark figure flicked his finger, and an invisible force emitted a terrifying sound, piercing through the scholar's skull!

Snapped!

The Confucian scholar knelt on the ground, his eyes wide open.

he died.

The surrounding disciples were startled and quickly went to check, only to see a hole in the middle of the scholar's forehead, from which a red and white substance was constantly flowing out...

"Junior Brother Qiu!!"

A scholar shouted!

But then, his body suddenly stiffened, and he collapsed limply to the ground...

P.S.: Don't wait for an update tonight, I'll probably finish writing 5000 words before going to sleep.

There are no excuses today; I really have something to do.