Chapter 468: Teach You the Final Sword
"Yue'er!"
The mad woman, We Zhaodi, staggered forward, brandishing the Blood Blade, her clouded eyes fixated on Ci, "Yue'er, don't be afraid, mother is here for you, Yue'er, don't be afraid..."
She reached out her hand toward Ci.
"Where did this madwoman come from!"
Wanyan Su cursed under his breath and charged forward with his blade.
As the curved blade collided with the Blood Blade, frost and blood light exploded.
The husk of Wanyan Su burst open, and the frost on the handle turned into scalding steam upon contact with the Blood Blade.
"Get out of the way!"
We Zhaodi swung the blade manically.
As the edge passed by, withered branches and leaves whirled.
Wanyan Su hastily raised his blade to meet, and the curved blade shattered into two pieces, with the knife wind shearing off a lock of his temple hair.
The Blood Blade swung relentlessly, a cascade of blood-like light hanging inverted.
Sensing the overwhelming murderous intent of the Blood Blade, Wanyan Su was terrified, hastily retreating with his toes, leaving scorched marks on the ground with his gold-embroidered doe-skin shoes.
During their entanglement, Qing Niang, enduring severe pain, dragged Tang Tianguang to the side, avoiding the confrontation.
Tang Tianguang, however, was already on the brink of death.
"Brother Tang."
Ci threw herself into Tang Tianguang's arms, sobbing.
"So... this is how Jianghu is."
Tang Tianguang stared blankly at the gray sky, mumbling to himself, blood continuously oozing from his chest.
He recalled his mother, his father, and the sister who was stern yet caring of him… and the flower-selling girl in the small town who secretly slipped him a sachet.
People always fail to cherish when they are about to gain, only to regret when they lose.
The young hero's dream originated in hot blood and innocence, only to be extinguished by reality.
The once-paralyzed Lu Renjia somehow found strength, crawling slowly to Tang Tianguang's side: "Tang, hang in there, I'll take you to the Ten Thousand Mountains, there must be a way to save you..."
Tang Tianguang's breath slowly weakened:
"Lu... Brother Lu, you promised me... is your friend really that powerful... you have to help my sister… with the match…"
Tang Tianguang fell silent.
Lu Renjia's expression froze, staring dazedly at the boy's body, seemingly unable to believe that someone he shared joy with over drinks yesterday was now separated by life and death.
Qing Niang covered her lips, her face wet with tears.
She glared at Wanyan Su in hatred, though she wished to flay and skin him, she knew now was the best time to leave with Lu Renjia and Ci.
She carried Lu Renjia on her back, pulling the grief-stricken Ci away.
"Yue'er!"
Suddenly, We Zhaodi shouted fiercely, her blade burst with power with the cry.
Wanyan Su, at a disadvantage, barely tilted his head to avoid the fatal strike, yet his left shoulder exploded into a bloom of blood, sending him crashing into a dead tree behind him like a broken kite.
"Let go of Yue'er!"
We Zhaodi swung her blade toward Qing Niang.
Qing Niang shut her eyes in fear.
"Sister-in-law!!"
Lu Renjia shouted suddenly.
We Zhaodi's body froze sharply, her clouded eyes occasionally covered in blood, occasionally regaining clarity: "Lu... Brother..."
Lu Renjia looked at the once gentle and virtuous sister-in-law, now the ghostly figure not human nor ghost, his heart bitter with anguish: "Sister-in-law, what happened to you? Where's Zhang?"
"Wu..."
Upon hearing Zhang Yunwu mentioned, the woman trembled violently, blood seeped from the corners of her eyes, "Wu... Yue'er... mirror..."
She suddenly threw back her head, letting out a sharp wail.
Ci's sobs abruptly stopped — as We Zhaodi suddenly hugged her at the waist, disappearing into the depths of the forest with a few leaps.
"Ci!"
Qing Niang wanted to pursue, but was stopped by Lu Renjia, "Don't worry, I believe sister-in-law won't harm Ci."
The current situation was a chaotic mess.
Staying by We Zhaodi might actually be safe, after all, from We Zhaodi's expression, she mistook Ci for her daughter, and wouldn't harm her.
On the other side, Wanyan Su struggled to prop up half of her body, her blood-stained nails deeply embedded in the soil.
"A bunch of pests, ruining my plans!"
She wiped her face with her palm, blood mixed with ice shards dragging sinister marks on her fair complexion.
Knowing she could no longer catch up with We Zhaodi, a furious Wanyan Su grabbed the broken curved blade, walking towards Qing Niang with eyes filled with anger and hatred.
She heard Lu Renjia's words just now, clearly recognizing that madwoman.
This made Wanyan Su think they were accomplices.
Originally, she could have smoothly helped her lover bring the mirror back, but such setbacks occurred. Thinking about her lover's disappointed expression deepened her hatred towards these two.
She wanted to skin and flay them, torture them to death little by little, and then use palace intelligence to find that madwoman.
Just then, the sky grew even darker.
The originally gray clouds took on a dark red hue of mystery, as if someone spilled a bowl of blood onto the firmament.
Before anyone could react, a loud crack of ruptured trees sounded overhead, a shadow wrapped in dust crashed to the ground!
Amidst the splattering stones, a petite figure crawled out of a deep pit, tottering.
"Cough cough… Qu Hongling, did a donkey chew on your brain?" The girl coughed while waving away the dust and cursing, "Going crazy for no reason? Sick or something!"
The girl walked out of the woods; it was none other than Jiang Que.
Jiang Que looked rather embarrassed at the moment, her hair a mess, her face dirty, and a trace of blood stained her mouth.
"Zhang Que'er?"
Lu Renjia watched the girl in surprise.
Back in the Capital, due to the Zhang Family massacre, he had a deep impression of this ruthless girl.
Unexpectedly, they met here.
"Lu Renjia?"
Jiang Que, who had been swearing, was equally surprised, looking around and then eyeing Lu Renjia, "Why are you here? Are you searching for Jiang Mo, that heartless one?"