The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

If there truly is a goddess of the Xiaoxiang River, she must be just like this, right?

An Qingwan drew her sword.

When she drew her sword, the sword wound on Su Zheqiu's chest did not bleed.

The wound had been frozen by Mingyu's internal energy. Not only the wound was frozen, but also his heart meridian.

Su Zheqiu burst into laughter.

"Thirty-five years, a full thirty-five years!"

“From the moment my father taught me martial arts and told me about the deeds of our ancestor, the Old Man Tianji, I vowed to restore the glory of the Old Man Tianji and revive the Su family’s generations of honor.”

"I know I'm not as talented as my older brother, so I practice as hard as I can."

"If ten points of effort are not enough, then put in fifteen, or even twenty points!"

“I get out of bed before dawn every day and don’t go to sleep until after midnight.”

"Five years passed in this way, and I defeated my elder brother in a sparring match without any hesitation."

"I was so happy, it was the happiest day of my life."

“I thought I could finally gain my father’s approval and inherit the ‘Qimen Bafang Dao’.”

"But... haha, my father actually told me that I was too impatient and too ambitious. He said that if the 'Qimen Bafang Dao' were handed over to me, it would only lead to the destruction of the Su family. In the end, he still passed on the 'Qimen Bafang Dao' to my eldest brother."

"I just watched from the side."

"At that time, I felt like the loneliest person in the world."

"So, that day was also the saddest day of my life."

Su Zheqiu covered the wound on his chest with his left hand, and then raised his right hand, in which he held a knife.

"careful!"

Jin Xueyi exclaimed in surprise.

An Qingwan did not move.

She knew that Su Zheqiu could neither plot against her nor kill her.

Because he was no different from a dead man, the reason he was still standing and still talking was because he still had his last breath.

That breath was filled with resentment.

This is why An Qingwan only stabbed once and didn't finish the job.

Su Zheqiu could certainly be unwilling.

Anyone can feel resentful about something.

Just as An Qingwan had expected, Su Zheqiu did not raise his knife to strike. He did not even walk towards An Qingwan. Instead, he turned around and staggered toward his wheelchair.

"From that day on, I understood a principle: what you want, you have to fight for yourself, not rely on others to give you."

“I pretended to be a cripple with a broken leg; this was how I said goodbye to the past.”

"Everyone is saddened by my broken leg, yet everyone is also happy that I am no longer obsessed with the 'Qimen Bafang Dao'."

"From this day forward, Su Zheqiu will never exist in the martial arts world again."

"However, the martial arts world has gained a nameless assassin."

His name is Yan Hui.

"He must be the most cunning killer in the world, because he can always use all sorts of ingenious methods to kill those he wants to kill and those who want to kill him."

"Later, he even built the Tingfeng Pavilion and gained the appreciation of the Prince of Pingnan. His life was truly glorious."

"But that's still not enough. The higher he stood, the more he realized how mediocre he was."

"Especially on the day he met Sikong Tingxue, the successor of the Yin-Yang Sect."

"He finally remembered what he had missed."

"As long as I get that, as long as I get the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Blade' that rightfully belongs to him!"

The knife slipped from Su Zheqiu's hand, and he finally walked to the wheelchair.

He gripped the armrests of the wheelchair and sat down shakily.

At that moment, a smile spread across his face.

He sat there as if he were still the all-knowing master of Tingfeng Pavilion, as if he still controlled everything, as if he were sitting not in a wheelchair, but on a dazzling throne.

"I didn't lose, I didn't lose, I didn't lose!"

After shouting three times, Su Zheqiu completely stopped breathing.

Su Zheqiu is dead.

Yan Hui died.

The master of Tingfeng Pavilion is dead.

The most mysterious man in black in the Prince of Pingnan's mansion has died.

He died in a dream.

"The world in his dreams is probably a world without me."

An Qingwan said quietly.

"Am I now the world's number one assassin?"

Lan Xiaogu felt a little lost. She had been chasing after many things since she was a child, but only this time did she realize that some things could come so easily.

"master!"

Lying on the ground, Tong'er, who was already on the verge of death, burst into loud sobs.

Over the past six years, she had naturally developed feelings for Su Zheqiu, but those feelings could only be revealed at this moment.

Meanwhile, Jin Xueyi also collapsed to the ground.

She already understood the whole story, but it all happened too fast, so fast that she didn't have time to properly process her emotions.

At this moment, all that surges into my heart is an endless emptiness.

But this emptiness didn't last long.

Not long after Su Zheqiu closed his eyes, those he had summoned went completely mad.

They must be crazy.

Su Zheqiu is dead, and no one in the world can cure the Heart-Eating Gu afflicting them anymore.

They're doomed no matter what.

They were never good people to begin with; each of them was a demon who had killed countless people in the martial arts world. It was only because they encountered Su Zheqiu, who was even more cunning than them, that they were afflicted with the Heart-Eating Gu and forced to transform from wanton killers into killing blades controlled solely by Su Zheqiu.

Once they went mad, they all revealed their true nature, roaring as they charged at Lan Xiaogu and Jin Xueyi on the ground.

No one dared to lay a hand on An Qingwan.

That sword strike, which flashed like a shooting star, left a very deep impression.

The madman killed in a fit of rage, but ultimately dared not challenge the sword god who had transcended the mortal realm.

"Quickly open!"

Lan Xiaogu reacted extremely quickly and immediately shouted.

Jin Xueyi also realized the danger, but she was not strong enough to dodge in time.

Just as the blades flashed, An Qingwan suddenly stepped on the Seven Stars.

If these people scattered and fled, she wouldn't be able to chase them. But not only did they not run away, they also took the initiative to come over. In that case, her sword would not show any mercy.

The sword flashed, then flashed again, shimmering in the chaotic bamboo forest like a galaxy fallen to earth, its starlight shattering, carrying a strange, poignant beauty.

When everything returned to calm, An Qingwan appeared in front of Su Zheqiu's corpse.

She sheathed her sword, and not a drop of blood could be seen on it.

"The feud that has lasted for over thirty years has finally come to an end today."

She bent down and picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground.

Behind her, those people were still standing, their faces still bearing the crazed and ferocious expressions, but they were already dead.

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Twenty-six: This is the Jianghu

The speed of A-Fei's swift sword is so fast that the victim is unaware that they have died.

An Qingwan did one thing very well.

In fact, it could be said that it has reached its peak.

Killing inevitably involves bloodshed, but with the help of Mingyu's internal energy, she truly managed to kill without shedding blood.

Because the blood had been frozen.

In An Qingwan's hands, murder seems to have become an art.

"If I could do that too, would I be able to get the answer I want?"

Lan Xiaogu's eyes were shining.

Her gaze as she looked at An Qingwan's back was still filled with a hint of fear, but even more so with an envy that was almost solidifying into tears.

At this moment, An Qingwan came to her and Jin Xueyi's side carrying the knife that Su Zheqiu had just used.

"Are you guys okay?"

Lan Xiaogu shook her head. Of course she was fine, but it was hard to say about Jin Xueyi who was standing next to her.

Jin Xueyi didn't scream or make a fuss, but that didn't mean she had let go of the past.

Sometimes, silence is the most dangerous sign.

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Xueyi finally moved. She raised one hand, covered her chest, and forced a smile onto her face.

"The direct murderer who killed my parents is dead. I should be happy, but it's so uncomfortable here. I feel like the air I breathe is sometimes as hot as fire and sometimes as cold as ice."

An Qingwan began to think about how to comfort Jin Xueyi.

She's really not good at this.

She never played the role of comforter; on the contrary, she was always the one being comforted.

Because she is blind.

It must be quite unfortunate for someone who has seen the colorful world to suddenly be deprived of their eyes and plunged into nothingness.

In such misfortune, anything is possible.

An Qingwan still clearly remembers how anxious Lin Dianshi was after discovering that her eyes had been poisoned and blinded.

For the next two weeks, Lin Dianshi kept his wife by her side, watching over her constantly, afraid that she might do something rash.

Actually, she was open-minded because she obtained the system and the miraculous Mingyu Skill.

But if she hadn't had these extraordinary encounters, would she still be able to think so positively?

An Qingwan found it very difficult.

If even she is like this, it's normal for Jin Xueyi, who has experienced even greater sorrow, to want to commit suicide now.

Just as An Qingwan was pondering, Lan Xiaogu suddenly spoke up.

"If you can still feel pain, it means your heart is not dead, which is a good thing."

Seeing that An Qingwan and Jin Xueyi were looking over at the same time, Lan Xiaogu said again:

"I'm not just saying this because I'm not in your shoes. I've experienced despair far deeper than you have. That time, I didn't eat or drink for two whole days and nights. I couldn't feel my own existence, until..."

She stretched out her right hand, rolled up her sleeve, and there was a conspicuous scar on her elbow.

"I didn't feel the pain until I unconsciously cut myself. The pain was in my hand and the pain from breathing."

"However, no matter how painful it is, you'll get used to it eventually. Habit is such a terrible thing."