The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

The ruthlessness of Moyu Valley is something that everyone has long heard of.

However, An Qingwan's ruthlessness seems to surpass that of Moyu Valley, only this ruthlessness is very targeted.

……

The following morning, at the Hezhou Moyu Valley branch.

Nearly ten people gathered together to discuss how to deal with what happened in Ba County.

Just as they were undecided, the door was suddenly opened, and a beautiful white figure appeared in the doorway.

"Since you're all undecided, let me, An Qingwan, help you make a decision. I'm always happy to help others!"

"Oh no, it's An Qingwan!"

……

Yuzhou, Hezhou, then Suizhou, Puzhou, Zizhou...

In just five days, An Qingwan, carrying a three-foot-three-inch green sword, traveled all the way from Badong to finally arrive in Sichuan.

Mid-May.

Qiongzhou Daxuetang.

This is the time when the summer heat is at its peak.

But Gongsun Yang, the master of Moyu Valley, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

About seventy people knelt neatly in front of him.

These seventy-odd people were all managers of the twelve branch strongholds established by Moyu Valley. They held high positions and wielded considerable power. Even many local officials in Daliang had to curry favor with them.

But now, these seventy-odd people have lost all their martial arts skills, are poisoned, and are all emaciated and filthy, looking like beggars.

They were all chanting the same name—

Good evening!

What kind of monster did Moyu Valley provoke?

PS: Thank you Xiaoqian Xiaobudian for the donation, and thank you Yefeng Lingyu, Wujin Ranxian, and Jiba Tu for the razor blades.

Run, 82! An Qingwan is calling! [2.5k]

The martial arts world has never lacked chivalrous people since ancient times.

But most of the heroes are "foolish".

The term "foolish" does not refer to the stupidity of these chivalrous figures, but rather to the fact that they have a "way" in their hearts.

This "path" is the reason they became heroes, and it is also the rule they always practiced while being heroes.

Even when facing vicious criminals, these chivalrous individuals were unwilling to break their "way," which gave those vicious criminals an opportunity to take advantage of them.

Many chivalrous heroes in the martial arts world have died because they upheld their own "way" (principles/principles) at the hands of despicable villains.

At first, Gongsun Yang also thought that An Qingwan was such a chivalrous person.

But the recent rumors and the events unfolding before his eyes have left him bewildered.

He simply couldn't see through it.

What kind of person is An Qingwan?

She acts arbitrarily, even more so than some despicable people.

But like those chivalrous people, she never indiscriminately killed innocent people.

She is like a cloud, drifting aimlessly.

She is like a wisp of fog, mysterious and unpredictable.

Such people are the most terrifying in the martial arts world.

Gongsun Yang remained silent.

"It's too much to bully others, it's really too much to bully others!"

Just as Gongsun Yang was sighing, a roar suddenly rang out from the side.

He looked up and noticed that all the high-ranking members of Moyu Valley had gathered in the council hall.

The fact that all twelve branch strongholds were completely wiped out caused a sensation throughout the valley as soon as the news spread.

"If we can't kill An Qingwan, we might as well just disband our Moyu Valley!"

“Brother Zhou Ze is absolutely right. Since its establishment, when has Moyu Valley ever suffered such humiliation?”

After a barrage of insults, the group approached the branch leaders whose martial arts had been crippled.

The white-haired old man named Zhou Ze gripped his dragon-headed cane tightly: "Rest assured, I will take An Qingwan's head to avenge you. That beast won't be arrogant for much longer..."

He only uttered half of his harsh words when someone in the council hall suddenly cried out in alarm.

"No, absolutely not!"

Everyone looked over and discovered that the person who had spoken was Gongsun Xu, the leader of the Zizhou branch.

Gongsun Xu had disheveled hair and a withered appearance, looking as if he had just been released from prison.

He kept shaking his head, his whole body trembling: "We must not go looking for An Qingwan again. She is not human. She will die, she will definitely die. Let's surrender. She said that as long as we expose Huanxi Daoren, we will still have a chance to live."

"Nonsense!"

Enraged, Zhou Ze slammed his dragon-headed staff down, instantly causing the floor to crack with fine, net-like patterns.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Gongsun Yang, how come your Gongsun family only produces such good-for-nothings who disgrace the name of Moyu Valley?"

Gongsun Yang was about to say a few words in defense of Gongsun Xu when he saw that the seventy or so people had all become agitated.

"Gongsun Xu is right, we must never go against An Qingwan again."

"Surrender! No matter how powerful the Joyful Taoist is, how can he compare to the Goddess of Xiaoxiang?"

"Uncle Ze, don't act impulsively, or you'll lose your life for nothing!"

Zhou Ze stared intently at the group of people who were shouting.

He wasn't angered by the phrase "gave his life in vain," but rather by the fact that he had just used Gongsun Xu's words to reprimand Gongsun Yang, only to have his argument refuted as soon as he turned around.

More than half of the people shouting now are from the Zhou family.

"You, you..."

Zhou Ze's face turned pale and then red, and he almost suffocated.

Gongsun Yang quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Let's take them down to rest first."

Normally, he would definitely make a few sarcastic remarks.

But today he no longer has that thought.

Just now, only Gongsun Xu was so frightened by An Qingwan that he was incoherent, and he didn't think much of it.

Seeing so many people simultaneously driven mad by An Qingwan's terror filled him with a shock and unease no less than witnessing a ghost in broad daylight.

After the seventy or so people were taken away, the high-ranking members of Moyu Valley gathered together to discuss how to deal with An Qingwan.

An Qingwan's prowess needs no further explanation.

Now, they only have three choices.

Firstly, he slept with An Qingwan.

This choice sounds simple, but firstly, Moyu Valley will lose face, and secondly, Huanxi Daoren will definitely retaliate. If An Qingwan is no match for Huanxi Daoren, then Moyu Valley will be doomed.

Secondly, he will fight An Qingwan to the bitter end.

This choice also has sharp drawbacks. Is Huanxi Daoren really a match for An Qingwan? Even if Huanxi Daoren is stronger than An Qingwan, would he really risk standing up for Moyu Valley?

Thirdly, they abandoned Moyu Valley to temporarily avoid An Qingwan's sharp edge.

This choice is the most opportunistic, but also the most difficult.

Firstly, this would also cause Moyu Valley to lose face. Secondly, most of the wealth of the people present in Moyu Valley belongs to Moyu Valley. If they were to abandon Moyu Valley, the loss would be far too great.

Therefore, the option of temporarily avoiding confrontation was rejected as soon as it was proposed during the discussion.

go?

We absolutely cannot leave!

But whether to submit to An Qingwan or fight to the death with her, the high-ranking members of Moyu Valley debated these two choices for nearly an hour, but still could not reach a conclusion.

The essence of the debate is that everyone is unable to distinguish between An Qingwan and Huanxi Daoren as to who is more powerful.

Since the two of them had never actually fought each other, neither of them could come up with a story that would convince everyone.

"Foolish, utterly foolish! An Qingwan killed so many people from Moyu Valley, and you still side with her? What do you think of Moyu Valley's two hundred years of glory? If our ancestor saw you like this, he would probably be so angry he would die!"

Zhou Ze was so angry that he kept smashing the dragon-headed staff.

Suddenly, a sneer came from the side.

Zhou Ze immediately turned his head and stared intently at the laughing young man.

"Gongsun Yunya, what are you laughing at?"

Gongsun Yunya was still smiling: "It's nothing, I just think that you, Uncle Ze, are good at making a big show of things. You care so much about the glory of Moyu Valley, why don't you go and capture An Qingwan? Just talking here won't do you any good."

Zhou Ze was immediately enraged. He pointed his dragon-headed staff at Gongsun Yunya and said, "Gongsun Yang, is this how you teach your nephews and nieces?"

Gongsun Yang had no choice but to stand up and try to smooth things over again.

What's the point of all this arguing and bickering?

He now understands that, given the internal and external pressures from An Qingwan and Huanxi Daoren, Moyu Valley can no longer unite.

For the sake of Moyu Valley, and for his own sake, he had to make plans early.

The meeting ended unhappily.

After leaving the council hall, Zhou Ze immediately summoned a group of his trusted confidants.

He already disliked An Qingwan, and seeing that Gongsun Yang seemed to be backing down, he was even less inclined to side with An Qingwan.

But to his surprise, when he proposed to deal with An Qingwan, all his confidants hesitated.

The sight of those people from the previous branch crying and screaming was still too shocking.

"Very well, very well indeed! I truly misjudged you all. I believe this Jade Valley will be destroyed by your very hands sooner or later!"

Zhou Ze burst into laughter.

Everyone feared An Qingwan, but he was not afraid at all. He was determined to kill An Qingwan and then see what those cowards like Gongsun Yang would have to say.

After leaving the room, Zhou Ze headed straight for the outside of Moyu Valley, where he needed to contact the forces he had established.

Just as Zhou Ze reached the entrance of Moyu Valley, he suddenly saw a group of people running towards him, a group of people with terrified expressions.

"Run! An Qingwan is calling!"

"Run away!"

"Uncle Ze, what are you standing there for? Let's go!"

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment.

What, An Qingwan?

He was only stunned for a few breaths, but after those few breaths, there was no one around him anymore.

No.

There was actually still a figure present.

It was a white shadow.

A white figure walked towards us.

Zhou Ze knew at a glance that this was An Qingwan, the Goddess of Xiaoxiang.

Where is the Joyful Taoist?