The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Jin Xueyi shook her head: "There's no grudge, but they're not good people. In recent years, natural disasters have occurred frequently in various places, so they've been spreading talisman water everywhere to attract believers. It seems like they're doing good deeds, but my father said they're actually making money off these believers in disguise, and they've also secretly done many evil things. By the way, they have a very good relationship with the Ironclad Gang. Wu Qingcheng visited the leader of the Taiqing Dao on his way to Zhen'an County."

Two words flashed through An Qingwan's mind.

"Cult?"

Her expression turned serious.

The Poisonous Taoist has harmed hundreds or even thousands of people; his crimes are unforgivable.

An entity like Taiqing Dao, which is suspected of being a cult, has probably harmed a hundred times more people than the Poison Daoist.

If we hadn't encountered it, that would have been fine. But since we have, we must give this cult a good beating.

at this time.

In front of the dilapidated temple.

Surrounded and beaten by the crowd, Mr. Chen was in grave danger.

"Master, be careful!"

Suddenly, the young disciple screamed in utter terror.

It turned out that when Master Chen slapped away a Taoist priest who had attacked a merchant, two large swords suddenly fell from behind him.

Normally, Master Chen could easily dodge it with a twist of his back, but now, with his back injured, he was willing but unable to do so.

If those two blows land, even if he doesn't die, he probably won't be able to use his hands.

"Oops!"

Master Chen looked distressed.

At the critical moment, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out from inside the temple.

ding... ding...

The silver thread shot through the air, knocking the two large swords away, and finally pinning them to the mottled wall.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized it was a plum blossom dart.

"Who?"

The altar master, who had been watching the show, suddenly turned his head, his gaze sharp as lightning, and stared at the corner behind the collapsed statue in the temple.

He saw Jin Xueyi, dressed in black with a face like a white fox, emerge carrying a sword.

He was a little surprised.

Only after entering the dilapidated temple did he realize that someone was hiding there.

Unlike him, Master Chen and the other Taiqing Taoists all had joy on their faces.

"It's those two young ladies!"

Master Chen was happy because he had survived a disaster.

What pleased the Taoist Master Taiqing was Jin Xueyi's appearance.

"How could such a beautiful young lady be hiding in this run-down place?"

"Haha, if we offer this young lady up, the Dao Lord will surely reward us handsomely!"

They chuckled and then divided into ten groups, intending to capture Jin Xueyi.

Although Jin Xueyi was not from a prestigious family, she had been learning martial arts from her family's martial arts master since childhood, so her foundation was not bad. Dealing with these small fry was a piece of cake for her.

With a single "Swallow Flying" move, she took seven steps in quick succession, her whole being resembling a light and agile swallow flitting and turning freely among the crowd.

"Ahhh-"

Screams sounded one after another.

By the time the sword was sheathed, all ten henchmen had already fallen to the ground.

Jin Xueyi was quite pleased with herself.

However, the voice behind me was rather irritating.

"Your move just now was skillful, but lacked power, missing the essence of swordsmanship. In short, it looked good but was useless."

what?

Just as Jin Xueyi was about to say something, the leader of the Taiqing Sect arrived.

"So you're a trained fighter. No wonder you're so confident. They're no match for you. I'll take you on!"

A powerful and heavy slash came down.

Jin Xueyi dared not be careless at all and immediately raised her sword to block.

clang--

With a loud bang, she felt her arm go numb.

"What a strength!"

At this moment, An Qingwan's voice came again.

“His strength is much greater than yours. Don’t fight him head-on. Just use the sword technique you just used to deflect his force with skill.”

Jin Xueyi dodged to the side, the sword blade grazing the descending blade, and she was jolted back several steps.

"The angle of your sword strike was off; it should have been held slightly horizontally. The force was also wrong; it was too strong."

Jin Xueyi had no time to reply and could only continue to parry with her sword.

"If your left foot is off-center by half an inch, your footing will be unstable. How can you generate power?"

Jin Xueyi angrily stabbed twice, then quickly distanced herself from the Taiqing Dao altar master.

"Miss An, why are you so long-winded? Even my mother wasn't this talkative when she was teaching me martial arts!"

An Qingwan pouted: "If I were your mother, seeing how perfunctorily you practiced your kung fu, I would have hung you on a tree and spanked you long ago."

Jin Xueyi's face darkened: "Didn't we agree to teach Tai Qingdao a lesson? Why am I the one putting in the effort while you're hiding there slacking off?"

An Qingwan said, "Your strength is more than enough to deal with them. Alright, stop talking, listen, reflect, and adjust."

Jin Xueyi snorted softly, calmed herself down, and while digesting An Qingwan's guidance, she dealt with the overwhelming attacks from the Taiqing Dao Sect Master.

At first, she was still unable to cope.

But after several attempts, when she actually adjusted her movements as An Qingwan had suggested, she gradually became able to catch the Taiqing Daoist Master's knife.

Jin Xueyi became increasingly delighted as she fought.

The more the Taiqing Taoist master fought, the more alarmed he became.

The onlookers were also dumbfounded.

What's going on? How did a life-or-death struggle turn into a swordplay demonstration?

Suddenly, the Master of the Taiqing Daoist Altar roared.

The blade swept away fallen leaves like a whirlwind, growing more domineering and fierce with each strike.

Jin Xueyi had never seen such a move before. Even with An Qingwan's guidance, she panicked and her swordplay became chaotic. She tried to turn the tide, but the more anxious she became, the more chaotic her movements became, and the more chaotic she became, the more anxious she became. In the end, she was cleaved away by a single blow.

An Qingwan shook her head and said, "Your actual combat skills are too poor. It seems I really need to find some time to train you properly. Otherwise, if we encounter the Iron-Clad Ancestor in the future, I will have to take time to protect you."

Jin Xueyi looked ashamed.

"I……"

"enough!"

The Taiqing Daoist Master interrupted Jin Xueyi with a loud shout.

His gaze fell on An Qingwan, the blind girl.

It is truly shameful to bully the blind.

But since the Taoist Taiqing specializes in doing such despicable things as kicking the crippled, he has no psychological burden whatsoever.

The head of the Taiqing Taoist altar walked straight toward An Qingwan.

"Girl, be careful!"

Master Chen's disciple shouted out.

An Qingwan seemed not to hear her, neither dodging nor avoiding the question, but simply asked, "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

The Master of the Taiqing Daoist Altar sneered, "You blind man, you speak so eloquently. Today I'll test how tough your hands and feet are compared to your mouth!"

An Qingwan also laughed.

"Your martial arts skills are passable, but your judgment is completely substandard, far inferior to Master Chen over there."

In the eleventh month, it was part of their play.

Upon hearing An Qingwan's words, the Taiqing Dao altar master couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"So you're quite confident in your judgment?"

An Qingwan did not answer, but simply stroked the sword blade that lay on her lap.

The Master of the Taiqing Dao Altar laughed and said, "Since that's the case, can you tell who I am? Oh, I was confused just now. I forgot that you can't see at all, so how could you have eyes? Let me tell you my name myself!"

Despite being ridiculed, An Qingwan remained calm.

"There's no need for that. I'm not interested in the names of the dead."

The Taiqing Daoist Master was stunned for a few moments before he realized that An Qingwan was implying that he was about to die.

"Interesting. Your verbal skills are truly unparalleled in my life. I just wonder if you can really withstand a single strike from me, Evil Blade King Mu Bai!"

He shouted loudly.

An Qingwan remained unmoved.

But the faces of the others in the dilapidated temple, especially Master Wang, turned deathly pale.

"Evil Blade King Mu Bai?"

"Oh no, that girl is in trouble now!"

Master Wang's disciple, clutching his injured arm, grimaced and asked, "Master, who is Evil Blade Wang Mubai?"

Master Wang said in a deep voice, "Wang Mubai the Evil Blade was a figure in the martial arts world twenty years ago. When your master first entered the martial arts world, he was already known as the number one swordsman in Zhengxiang. He was most skilled in using the extremely evil Soul-Severing Three Blades. Whenever he fought with others, although he did not kill them, he would always sever their tendons. However, he retired more than ten years ago and joined the Taiqing Sect for some reason."

Sever their arms and legs?

Isn't that even more cruel than killing someone outright?

Fear flashed in Master Wang's disciple's eyes, and when he looked at An Qingwan, his worry deepened.

This girl already has difficulty seeing; it would be so pitiful if she also lost her arms and legs.

Just as he was thinking this, the evil blade suddenly turned around and looked at him with a half-smile, which frightened him so much that he retreated repeatedly.

"Rest assured, everyone. Since joining the Taiqing Dao, I have been cultivating my character and haven't touched anyone's tendons or limbs for a long time. Besides..."

He then turned to look at An Qingwan.

"Although this young lady's face is well covered up, she must be quite beautiful. I want to capture her and offer her to the Dao Lord. If I break her hands and feet here, wouldn't that be a waste of a lot of fun?"

As he spoke, Xie Dao had already drawn his sword and walked towards An Qingwan.

He may be arrogant in his words, but he's not actually arrogant when he makes a move.

An Qingwan was able to give Jin Xueyi pointers, and her pointers were quite insightful, so she must have some real skills.

If one is too arrogant and accidentally suffers a loss at An Qingwan's hands, it would be a laughing stock.

Just as Xie Dao was about to walk up to An Qingwan, An Qingwan suddenly spoke.

"I was wrong just now."

Xie Dao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Haha, now that things have come to this, do you think there's any chance of reconciliation? But if you kowtow to me three times and call me grandpa, I might let you suffer a little less."

An Qingwan shook her head and said, "I take back what I just said. It's still useful to hear the names of the dead occasionally. This Taiqing Sect is spreading its teachings with talisman water and recruiting believers. They've even recruited someone like you who has been retired from the martial arts world for a long time. It seems they're not an ordinary cult. They have big ambitions."