The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

She stared at An Qingwan's fingers.

She seemed to be staring at something other than her fingers.

She stared at what seemed to be some rare treasure.

After all, these were fingers that could clamp down on her palm, fingers that could cause her waves of pain, fingers that she couldn't easily break free from despite her efforts!

In Sikong Tingxue's opinion, An Qingwan's fingers were no less than those of those legendary weapons renowned in the martial arts world.

If this finger could be transferred to someone else, its value would easily be worth over a hundred thousand taels of silver.

Even she, after experiencing it once, became deeply fascinated by those two fingers.

If that finger were hers...

But compared to her craving for An Qingwan's fingers, Sikong Tingxue is now more concerned about something else.

That is how An Qingwan discovered her identity.

Sikong Tingxue was eager to know the answer.

On the Eagle Soaring, everyone who hadn't yet jumped into the river and was watching the two of them also wanted to know the answer.

Most people love to watch a spectacle.

The first encounter between the Goddess of Xiaoxiang and Sikong Tingxue, though it happened in the blink of an eye, was so exciting that the onlookers temporarily forgot the fact that the ship was about to sink.

An Qingwan smiled and said, "Actually, I didn't notice."

This answer was unexpected by everyone, and something no one believed.

Including Sikong Tingxue.

An Qingwan said, "If you hadn't taken the initiative to stand up, I would never have been able to figure out what your real purpose was. You revealed the mystery yourself. From beginning to end, I only saw one thing."

Sikong Tingxue asked, "What is it?"

Her voice sounded more like ice than An Qingwan's.

An unquestionable block of ice.

An Qingwan said, "That means the Ning Buyi who has always been by my side is the real Ning Buyi!"

"what?"

Lan Xiaogu's eyes widened, thinking she was hallucinating.

Ning Buyi is the real Ning Buyi, so what is this Sikong Tingxue all about?

An Qingwan said, "When Ning Buyi first appeared, I, like Miss Lan, also suspected that he was a fake Ning Buyi. What he said seemed to make sense, but every sentence had something unreasonable about it."

Lan Xiaogu exclaimed again, "Is...is there anything unreasonable about this?"

She suspected Ning Buyi, simply because she didn't believe that a normal person could be born in Taiqing Dao, a place that had raised a bunch of bad people.

An Qingwan explained with a smile, "Ning Buyi's elder brother, Ning Buqi, revealed something to me before he died: he said that even he had never seen you, and didn't even know you existed."

Sikong Tingxue nodded and said, "Ning Buqi has never seen me before."

An Qingwan said, "That's the problem. Even Ning Buqi, the eldest brother, has never seen you. So how could Ning Buyi possibly see you and analyze you so clearly?"

Sikong Tingxue: "Perhaps he is more valued by his father than Ning Buqi."

An Qingwan said, "So that day I specifically asked him, and he told me that Ning Chengkong valued Ning Buqi more because of the pockmarks on his face."

Sikong Tingxue said, "You should indeed have suspected him, so why didn't you suspect him later?"

An Qingwan said, "Because he had just said that he knew how to disguise himself, and then he deliberately showed a flaw in front of me, pretending to be a germaphobe, to lure me into doubting that he was not the real Ning Buyi."

Sikong Tingxue said, "How do you know he did it on purpose, and not by accident?"

An Qingwan said, "When he was using his disguise technique, I suddenly said that he was actually left-handed. If he were a smart person, he should have known that I was already suspicious of his identity at that time. He didn't need to perform the next two acts at all, but he still did. This shows that he is not a smart person, or at least he is not smart enough."

Sikong Tingxue said, "Yes, he's not smart enough."

“He rarely speaks in front of me, and every time he does, he makes himself seem like a smart man, except for that one time. And…” An Qingwan laughed, “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have mysophobia. If he did, he would have fought back or shown his annoyance when those beggars beat him outside the Su residence, but he didn’t.”

Sikong Tingxue remained silent.

An Qingwan said, "You orchestrated everything, didn't you? Ning Buyi, the Four Evils, the Liangjiang Gang, everyone on this ship—they are all pawns on your chessboard. You tricked me into suspecting Ning Buyi, making me believe he was you in disguise, but he was actually Ning Buyi. Once the 'misunderstanding' was cleared up, my wariness of him would inevitably drop significantly, and that would be the perfect opportunity for you to strike. You deliberately made him fall into the water, then switched identities with him, waiting for the chance to ambush me."

"what?"

Lan Xiaogu was completely dumbfounded.

So this matter was so complicated?

She was almost speechless. "If you're going to practice martial arts, then practice martial arts. Why are you two so scheming?"

It's one thing to be cunning, but to not tell her is another. Luckily, there aren't many onlookers here, otherwise she would have been utterly humiliated.

Sikong Tingxue sighed, "I should have known. The more you scheme, the easier it is for your plans to fail."

An Qingwan said, "Actually, even if Ning Buyi perfectly executed your plan and didn't reveal any real flaws, you still couldn't fool me."

Sikong Tingxue, of course, did not believe it.

She sneered, "Is that so?"

An Qingwan said, "Because I also know how to disguise myself."

Sikong Tingxue was stunned, her surprise no less than when she discovered that her hand was being held by An Qingwan.

How could a blind person possibly know the art of disguise?

"You're lying to me!"

An Qingwan said, "Even if I don't know the art of disguise and couldn't tell that Ning Buyi was acting, your sneak attack wouldn't have succeeded."

Sikong Tingxue's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

An Qingwan said, "Never underestimate a blind man's alertness to his surroundings, and besides, my hands are faster than you think."

Sikong Tingxue stared blankly at An Qingwan.

What kind of confidence is that?

She had only ever seen that confident, even narcissistic, smile in herself in the mirror before.

But today, she saw it in another person, the person she most wanted to kill right now.

An Qingwan said, "I've talked to you for so long just because I want you to answer one question for me."

Sikong Tingxue asked, "What's the problem?"

The splashing river water turned into snowflakes, which fell from the sky at an increasingly rapid pace.

As the snowflakes touched her skin, An Qingwan's face instantly became eerily transparent.

"You had many opportunities to replace Ning Buyi on the way from Tanzhou, so why did you wait until you lured me onto the ship before making your move? It's because..."

Her fingers traced over Sikong Tingxue's hand as she spoke, each word distinct and deliberate.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Clang!

The moment An Qingwan asked that question, another deafening explosion rang out.

This time, everyone "saw" where the voice came from.

It came from the feet of Sikong Tingxue.

It was a column of water!

It rose up with a roar, like a giant battering ram, and in an instant completely shattered the already torn Eagle Soaring ship.

The river overflowed, submerging everyone on the boat, including Sikong Tingxue and An Qingwan.

In the instant she sank into the water, Sikong Tingxue broke free from An Qingwan's grasp like a fish.

Then, after a few more breaths, the people floating on the river saw another surge of rapids rise up on the river, and Sikong Tingxue went upstream and landed on a piece of driftwood.

She was extremely light, but the driftwood was too small and there was no way it could have carried her.

But she just stood there, unmoved by the ripples of the water.

The people floating in the water were all horrified when they saw this scene.

"What kind of skill is this?"

Sikong Tingxue indifferently looked around, searching for An Qingwan's figure.

She learned all her skills from the water, and the reason she brought An Qingwan to the river was for this moment!

Lan Xiaogu was also watching, but after only a short while, she exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no!"

An Qingwan is blind, and although her hearing is excellent, she cannot distinguish east from west in this raging river. Sooner or later, she will drown.

She plunged into the water to find An Qingwan.

But after searching underwater for a long time, she still couldn't find An Qingwan anywhere.

Does that mean it has already sunk to the bottom?

Lan Xiaogu's heart sank further and further.

She suddenly surfaced, took a breath, and was about to dive deeper when she heard gasps of surprise all around her.

She turned her head and looked.

The moonlight pierced through the mist and spilled onto the rippling river.

And on this endless river, a slender white figure broke through the mist, gliding across the water and walking under the moonlight, step by step heading towards Sikong Tingxue.

That person was none other than An Qingwan!

PS: Thank you to the other shore flower bank, sheep village chief, and lily bureau chief for the blade.

Thirty-seven, dressed in white, purer than snow, a fairy on the water.

Watching An Qingwan ride the waves, everyone, including Sikong Tingxue, held their breath at that moment.

The sounds of wind, water, and the ship breaking apart and sinking—all the sounds vanished in that instant.

The waves, the mist, the moon hanging high in the night—all of these scenes vanished in that instant.

They could no longer bear to look at anything around them; An Qingwan was all they could see.

They fell into An Qingwan's world.

That world was easy and pleasant.

That world is a world of poetry, a world of painting.

That world had no glint of blades, no shadows of swords, no chilling cold, and no surging murderous intent.

The master of that world, An Qingwan, stepped out of the painting and poetry, dressed in white.

She is whiter than the fog, whiter than the moon.

The elegant white boots touched the crest of the waves, as if they were speeding along, or strolling leisurely.

She was beautiful, so beautiful that all onlookers felt ashamed of their own beauty, so beautiful that everyone was captivated by her beauty and could not extricate themselves from it.

Sikong Tingxue watched quietly as An Qingwan drew closer and closer.

She thought of spring flowers, summer plum juice, autumn rice stalks, and winter snow.

She thought of how she and An Qingwan picked chrysanthemums by the eastern fence and bathed together in the southern mountain pond.

Fragrant breezes and orchid candles, light gauze and cold moonlight, black hair and snow-white skin.

She thought about many things until she had nothing left to think about.

Because an ordinary sword had pierced the poetry and painting in her eyes in an ordinary way.

As the poetry and painting were dispelled like clouds and mist, a chilling killing intent once again engulfed everyone.

It was only then that everyone realized that they were not watching the goddess's outing, but were witnessing a life-or-death struggle where the slightest mistake could mean certain death!

At this moment, An Qingwan had already walked across the water to Sikong Tingxue.

She thrust out a sword, a strike that made even the raging waves pale in comparison.

"Is the battle about to be decided?"