The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

A faint, ghostly voice rang in my ears.

Yan Tianxiang was taken aback.

With the help of the extremely dim light, he finally saw that someone had appeared in front of him at some unknown time.

That was An Qingwan.

Just how fast is that?

He had clearly run a few breaths ahead of An Qingwan, and he was nearly two zhang away from her at the time!

Yan Tianxiang suppressed his fear; at this moment, only the word "escape" occupied his mind.

No matter how hard he tried, his body was like a nail driven into a wooden board, and he couldn't move an inch.

"Are you a human or a ghost? What did you do to me?"

That was what Yan Tianxiang was going to ask.

When the words were about to come out, he realized that he couldn't move his lips, and he couldn't even feel his throat anymore.

Yes.

There was a paper-thin slit on his throat, a wound inflicted by a sword that had struck him at some unknown time.

So that's how it is. So he didn't encounter a ghost after all.

"I'm just dead."

Yan Tianxiang collapsed, his dreams of joining the Prince of Pingnan's mansion and building a powerful empire sinking into an even deeper and colder darkness.

An Qingwan drifted away.

She was like a ghostly bat, darting and weaving in the darkness, silently reaping lives.

Inside the cabin, only screams and the sound of the cabin being smashed could be heard.

Apart from An Qingwan, no one knows exactly how many people have died.

Terror is intertwined here, and despair is frozen like ice.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion, like a landslide, came from the bottom of the Eagle Soaring. Immediately afterward, the entire ship tilted uncontrollably.

Even Fu Zhiyuan and others with average hearing could clearly hear the sound of river water rushing into the cabin.

"Oh no, there are people hiding under the cabin!"

"Boss, now is not the time to be distracted, get moving!"

Exclamations of surprise also came from the deck.

"The ship has cracked open and is about to sink."

"It's too late to save him! Quickly, get the buoy!"

The whole ship was in chaos.

In an instant, countless people plunged into the water. Among the villains and traitors of the shipping gang who were being chased by An Qingwan, a few also took the opportunity to leap out through the cracks in the cabin and into the great river.

Bang!

Ning Buyi lit another candle and hurried over to An Qingwan's side.

"Miss An, the ship is about to sink! We should leave quickly, or disaster will befall us!"

As he spoke, he reached out to pull An Qingwan.

But before he could even reach out, a thin, soft whip had already wrapped around his wrist like a venomous snake.

He turned his head and saw Lan Xiaogu with a half-smile.

"No rush, no rush," Lan Xiaogu said. "It doesn't matter if the boat sinks, and those people can't escape once they're in the water. Instead of worrying about that, let's talk about your situation first. You're in much more danger than the raging river."

Ning Buyi stared at Lan Xiaogu in astonishment: "Am I in danger? What's going on here?"

Lan Xiaogu's eyes flashed like lightning, radiating coldness: "If Sikong Tingxue, the current successor of the Yin-Yang Sect, is not considered dangerous, then how many people in this world can be considered dangerous?"

Ning Buyi suddenly realized, "So you mistook me for Sikong Tingxue. But I don't understand, how could you think I am Sikong Tingxue?"

Lan Xiaogu said, "You concealed it very well. If you hadn't run into me and An Qingwan, you definitely wouldn't have been exposed."

An Qingwan: "..."

Why did she remember saying that word to Su Zheqiu and Tong'er before?

Lan Xiaogu said, "At first, I only suspected that you had a problem, because I couldn't understand why you would insist on asking An Qingwan to help you take revenge. Xu Zhong, the Grandmaster of the Xu family in Huainan, is definitely strong enough to rival Sikong Tingxue, but I have no evidence, so I can't say anything."

Ning Buyi asked in confusion, "Then why are you so sure that I am Sikong Tingxue now?"

Lan Xiaogu laughed and said, "Even the most meticulous plans can have flaws. There is absolutely no such thing as a flawless plan in this world. No matter how realistic your acting is, you will still inevitably reveal your weaknesses due to your habits!"

Ning Buyi asked, "Habit?"

"That's right, habits. Habits are such a terrible thing. So terrible that even someone as smart and cautious as you can expose yourself with an unintentional action."

Lan Xiaogu sighed.

“Sikong Tingxue, you are a narcissistic person to the point of being twisted. You are so narcissistic that you are unwilling to touch other people or let others touch you, even if it is just clothes that other people have worn.”

Ning Buyi said blankly, "Miss Lan, I don't quite understand what you're saying."

Lan Xiaogu said, "After you disguised us, did you deliberately avoid Fu Zhiyuan's hand and deliberately push away the clothes that Fu Zhiyuan's brothers handed you?"

Ning Buyi nodded and said, "That is true, but that doesn't prove that I am Sikong Tingxue."

Lan Xiaogu sneered: "You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin!"

She picked up a stick and, with lightning speed, made a series of slashes and flicks across Ning Buyi's neck and face.

Then, nothing happened.

Ning Buyi's face is still Ning Buyi's face.

what?

Lan Xiaogu was dumbfounded.

"Aren't you Sikong Tingxue?"

Ning Buyi said helplessly, "Miss Lan, I've already said I'm not Sikong Tingxue."

Lan Xiaogu glanced at Ning Buyi, then at An Qingwan, too embarrassed to utter a single word.

How could this be?

She was clearly imitating An Qingwan's speech from that night in the bamboo forest.

Why did An Qingwan become the clown just because she was right? This doesn't make sense. Something must be wrong with this world!

Just as Lan Xiaogu was sweating profusely with anger, Ning Buyi hurriedly said, "Miss An, let's go quickly, or it will really be too late."

An Qingwan said, "You lead the way."

Ning Buyi hurried forward, stepping on the shaky floor.

The three had only taken a few steps when a plank under Ning Buyi's feet suddenly cracked open as the ship rocked and collapsed.

He cried out in alarm as he plummeted into the water with a splash.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Lan Xiaogu wasn't the kind of person who would stand by and watch someone die just because they'd lost face; she quickly lashed out with her whip.

Before long, Ning Buyi climbed up, clutching the whip.

"Cough-cough-"

He choked on two mouthfuls of water.

"It's nothing serious, just a cut on my leg. The lower cabin is flooded, we have to get out immediately. If we can find a buoy, that would be great, but if we can't, that would be troublesome."

He sighed, his brow furrowed.

"Is it really okay?"

"It's okay."

Ning Buyi stood up with a limp and staggered past An Qingwan. Suddenly, An Qingwan stretched out her right hand, her fingers forming a knife shape, even larger than a blade.

Sharper than a blade.

Colder than a blade.

It was a chilling, terrifying cold.

The chill came without warning and penetrated everywhere.

When it arrived, it seemed as if snow was falling on the misty river surface.

How stunning and magnificent it was!

Lan Xiaogu's heart sank.

An Qingwan was about to be stabbed and sink.

Xiang Dongnan, who was in the distance, also felt his heart sink.

He was overwhelmed by the sight of such a magnificent strike after being defeated by An Qingwan's sword.

An Qingwan is doomed.

Everyone thought so, even the person who stabbed him.

Because the knife was struck so close, so close that it had crossed the warning line, even though An Qingwan's waist was as nimble as a water snake, she could no longer dodge the knife.

But why should we avoid it?

At that critical moment, An Qingwan stretched out two fingers of her right hand and pinched the palm knife with exquisite skill.

No one could describe the ingenuity and speed of her move; anyone who hadn't seen it with their own eyes would never believe it.

She got stuck.

It's clamped very tightly.

It's as tight as a bench vise.

When Ning Buyi looked up, he saw An Qingwan's smile, which was brighter than the stars and the moon.

"Miss Sikong, seeing is believing."

A few pale fingers brushed across Ning Buyi's face, causing her silver hair to flutter like snowflakes, revealing a beautiful face that could outshine even the frost and snow.

Everyone held their breath.

Except for An Qingwan.

Apart from Sikong Tingxue.

"How did you see through it?"

P.S.: Thank you Asanagi, Shimotsuki Shokage, and Happy to Read Some Sticky Things for the razor blades.

The floating rings mentioned in the chapter are similar to life rings from ancient times. I don't know exactly what they looked like, but they were probably some kind of driftwood.

Thirty-six, are you afraid of me?

As Sikong Tingxue thrust out that palm strike, she had already sentenced An Qingwan to death in her heart.

In this world, there are indeed those who can withstand her attack.

At least, her master, Xu Ruogu, the sect leader of the Yin-Yang Sect, could do it.

However, in her mind, An Qingwan was not among those who could do it.

Because An Qingwan was so young; according to the information she had investigated, An Qingwan was actually a few years younger than her.

However, An Qingwan not only caught her palm strike, but also caught it in a way she never dreamed of—

Hold it between two fingers!

Not only could she not have thought of it, but how could anyone else have thought of it?

Sikong Tingxue's face showed no sign of distress, but the moment she was caught between An Qingwan's legs, her heart rippled like the sky suddenly filled with snow.