The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

There are no profound magical arts, only deceptive tricks.

There are no divine blessings, only the accumulation of wealth, deception, and ruin of families.

Inside the temple, hundreds of believers brandished weapons they had picked up and attacked Luo's confidants.

Protector Luo's confidants, armed with sharp blades, tried to fight their way out, but An Qingwan flicked her fingers a few times, using stones as arrows to knock away the weapons in their hands.

In their haste to pick up their weapons, they were already being attacked from all sides.

Some people hooked their feet, some hit their heads, and some kicked their groins.

Luo Hufa's confidants were of mediocre strength to begin with. Without their weapons and in a state of panic, they only managed to knock away the believers who were charging at the front before being quickly overwhelmed and knocked to the ground by the surging crowd of believers.

"Don't kill me, I... ahh..."

Cries of pain rose from all sides as countless clubs slammed down, denting the skulls of Protector Luo's confidants.

Watching this scene from above, Protector Luo felt his liver and gallbladder tremble with fear, but he dared not stop talking.

On this side, he sadly confessed his guilt.

On the other side, screams of agony filled the air.

The contrast between the two creates a surreal feeling, as if dreams and reality are intertwined.

Such a commotion at the entrance of the dojo naturally attracted the attention of the others inside.

"Young Master, something terrible has happened!"

Inside the underground palace, Ning Buqi, the eldest son of the Taiqing Dao sect, who had just fallen asleep while being served closely by several women, was awakened by someone banging on the door.

"What's all the fuss about? Even if the sky falls, it's no big deal to me!"

His anger surged, and he lashed out with his whip, leaving a bloody gash on the messenger's face.

The messenger dared not be angry, and could only cover his face and bow his head to explain the situation outside.

Hearing that Protector Luo had been hung up and that his followers had rioted and killed many people, Ning Buqi couldn't help but sneer.

"Useless trash. If it weren't for my father's old friendship, how would he be qualified to be a protector?"

Upon hearing that the troublemakers were two young women, Ning Buqi's anger subsided considerably.

"So she's a female knight-errant, how interesting. I'll go and bring back two sisters for you right away."

These words were spoken to the woman hiding behind the curtain.

Ning Buqi completely disregarded An Qingwan and Jin Xueyi.

As Taiqing Dao has developed to this point, it has encountered many self-proclaimed chivalrous figures from the martial arts world who have come to cause trouble. However, each time, the result is that those martial arts heroes are beaten beyond recognition, the men are chopped up and fed to dogs, and the women are raped and sold to brothels.

Therefore, Ning Buqi was not alarmed.

"Young Master, those two women are likely quite powerful. You must not act rashly!"

Ning Buqi squinted: "Are you looking down on me?"

The messenger stammered, "I dare not!"

"It better be this way."

Ning Buqi dressed and left the underground palace with the guards he always brought with him, then ascended the altar where the ritual was performed.

From a distance, one could see that a fierce fight had broken out in the dojo.

Under the call of Protector Luo, most of the believers who came here have abandoned darkness and turned to light, but there is still a small number of those who are deeply deluded and remain stubbornly unrepentant.

Facing an enemy several times their size, they were not afraid at all; on the contrary, they became even more excited.

When they saw Ning Buqi appear, they immediately cheered.

"The messenger has arrived!"

"Kill these apostate traitors!"

Ning Buqi was particularly pleased with this situation where he was the center of attention, and with a wave of his hand, he was about to show off his skills.

"Bring me my bow!"

Within a dozen breaths, someone brought over a large bow.

Ning Buqi stretched out his arms, drew his bow and aimed at Protector Luo.

"How many arrows do you think I'll need to kill him?"

He smiled and looked around.

"One arrow."

"Young Master is a master archer; one arrow is enough."

Ning Buqi laughed heartily, quite pleased: "Watch closely, this arrow will kill the traitor!"

He said "Release," released the arrow with his right hand, and the arrow shot through the air.

A light rain falls at night.

Jin Xueyi walked to An Qingwan's side, and just as she was about to speak, An Qingwan suddenly raised her right hand.

"Give me a moment."

Before Jin Xueyi could figure out what was going on, she saw an arrow appear out of thin air from An Qingwan's fingertips.

The arrow trembled violently, but once it landed in An Qingwan's hand, it couldn't break free even slightly.

"what?"

Wasn't this how An Qing received her plum blossom dart that evening?

Jin Xueyi quickly looked up at the altar, just then, An Qingwan turned around and threw the object.

Whoosh!

The arrows thrown by her delicate, boneless hands flew several times faster than those shot from a large bow.

Ning Buqi didn't even have time to utter a sound of distress; the smile on his face hadn't even faded when the arrow pierced his lower body.

"what--"

A piercing scream broke through the night rain.

Ning Buqi collapsed to the ground, and the guards beside him cried out in alarm.

"The eldest son has been shot with an arrow!"

"Run!"

"Don't be afraid, that woman is blind. As long as we can hold her off for a moment, she won't be able to catch up with us!"

The guards dragged Ning Buqi away as they fled, while simultaneously directing the stubborn believers to stop An Qingwan.

An Qingwan asked Jin Xueyi, "What were you trying to say just now?"

Jin Xueyi swallowed.

very scary.

She was glad that she had run away after shooting the dart, otherwise she would have become a dead soul under An Qingwan's control by now.

"I want to ask how to deal with those believers who don't listen to advice."

An Qingwan said, "They're beyond saving, so kill them all to prevent them from harming others."

"it is good!"

Jin Xueyi had been waiting to hear those words.

She turned around and saw more than a dozen believers raising their weapons and roaring as they rushed towards her and An Qingwan.

"Kill this scoundrel who desecrated the Taiqing Dao!"

Jin Xueyi charged forward, and An Qingwan immediately followed.

Two sword lights intertwined in the rain.

Wherever the sword light passed, limbs and heads flew off.

They killed too quickly, too gracefully, and too bloodily.

The chivalrous knights roam freely, killing one person in ten steps; they can kill ten people in one step.

When blood stained the rain and severed limbs covered the earth, even the most ruthless believers were afraid.

A man who had fallen to the ground pleaded pitifully, "Spare me, I'll never..."

An Qingwan pierced his throat with a sword.

"I've already given you a chance."

Sheathed his sword and turned to ask Jin Xueyi.

"Where has the person who shot the arrow escaped to?"

Jin Xueyi glanced at it and exclaimed, "Oh no! They're about to escape the dojo!"

An Qingwan remained calm.

In the past, in this unfamiliar territory, if the enemy had fled far away, she would have been helpless, since she was blind.

But these days are different.

"It's time to unleash our exhilarating combo."

"A combination technique?" Jin Xueyi was taken aback.

An Qingwan said, "You carry me and chase after them. If they shoot arrows, I'll block them for you. Just run!"

"what?"

"If you prefer to hold me, that's fine too. Okay, pick one quickly, don't waste time."

"Ok."

Jin Xueyi still chose to carry it on her back.

It felt strange to carry the female warrior on her back to kill people, but the thought of actually killing people made it all seem less strange.

Who cares, let's just chop them up first!

"Kill!"

PS: Thank you to book_ke5151201 for the spicy strips and to liuyunweifeng for the razor blades.

Sixteen years later, the world is in chaos, and a barefoot girl...

In the dense forest outside the dojo.

The lead guard glanced at Ning Buqi's bloodstained crotch and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Although Ning Buqi was not the Dao Lord's favorite son, he was still the Dao Lord's son.

If the Daoist Master were to learn that his son had returned as a eunuch after a trip to Nanlu County, they would be subject to all sorts of punishment.

Well then, now is definitely not the time to think about it.

The Dao Lord was terrifying, but the woman who castrated Ning Buqi by throwing an arrow from dozens of feet away was even more terrifying.

"Young Master, please be patient. We will find you a cushion once we reach Nanlu County."

Ning Buqi shouted, "Why go to Nanlu County? Go back to the main altar right now! I want to see my father! I want to make those two women wish they were dead!"

The head guard said, "Young Master, it's nearly two hundred miles from here to the main altar. I think we should find a place to treat your injuries first..."

"What do you mean, 'handle'? Do you want everyone to know I'm injured... Go back now! I'm warning you, anyone who tells anyone that I'm injured will not be spared!"

Ning Buqi's eyes were filled with malice.

How could he not hate his young brother who had never returned?

The guard looked troubled.

"Young Master, the powder can only relieve the pain temporarily. If the wound isn't treated promptly and it reopens on the road, I'm afraid..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Who is the eldest young master, you or me?"

Because he spoke too harshly, which aggravated his wound, Ning Buqi couldn't help but groan in pain.