The beautiful young woman waved her hand, removing the human-skin mask to reveal her true face. She spoke deliberately: “How. Can. We. Save. Him!”

“What you should be asking is how to save…” Tang Lingkui leaped forward, drawing a long blade from his waist, “yourself!” A cold glint flashed as the short blade reached Mu Yumo’s face. Mu Yumo leaned backward, then waved her hand, causing all the black spiders to jump onto Tang Lingkui’s legs and burst into flames.

“Huowen Spiders?” Tang Lingkui swept the spiders off his legs with one stroke of his blade.

Mu Yumo paused briefly: “Since when did the Tang Clan have blade masters?”

Su Muyu drew his sword: “This is the Zhankui Blade. Only the Master of the Zhankui Chamber may practice it—the sole blade technique passed down in the Tang Clan.”

“Master Su is quite knowledgeable.” Tang Lingkui’s movement technique was incredibly swift; he had already flashed behind Su Muyu mid-sentence, bringing his blade down. Su Muyu spun around, directly blocking with his sword.

“Oh?” Tang Lingkui raised an eyebrow.

“Still favoring that first move of attacking from behind,” Su Muyu said calmly.

Tang Lingkui froze: “This isn’t our first encounter?”

“We met in Jin City many years ago.” Su Muyu walked slowly to Mu Yumo’s side. “I’ll hold him off—take Tang Lianyue and go.”

Tang Lingkui frowned in thought before saying: “That person from back then was you.”

“It was.” Su Muyu stared expressionlessly at Tang Lingkui. “Looking back, I should have killed you then.”

Tang Lingkui threw his head back and laughed: “Too bad you didn’t kill me then. Today, you’ll be the one to die!” He swept his left sleeve, sending a Yanwang talisman flying toward Su Muyu’s face. Su Muyu blocked it with his sword, but Tang Lingkui’s Zhankui blade had already reached him. Su Muyu instantly struck three times with his sword. The clear sound of clashing weapons rang out as they passed each other.

Su Muyu said gravely: “You were deliberately holding back these past two days.”

“Among the Tang Clan’s Five Champions, since I can rival Tang Linghuang, you shouldn’t underestimate me.” As Tang Lingkui spoke, he had already thrown a handful of plum blossom needles, which Su Muyu dodged at extreme speed. While most in the Tang Clan only excelled at hidden weapons, few were skilled in close combat. But Tang Lingkui had mastered both hidden weapons and the Zhankui blade technique, making him truly a formidable opponent.

Meanwhile, Mu Yumo had reached Tang Lianyue’s side. She grabbed his shoulder, intending to take him away, but upon contact, a bone-chilling cold invaded her body. She instinctively tried to withdraw her hand but found it stuck to Tang Lianyue’s shoulder as frost gradually covered her right hand.

Tang Lingkui glanced over and sneered: “It seems you don’t understand the Ice Moon Silkworm if you dare touch Tang Lianyue’s body directly.”

As Mu Yumo’s expression twisted in pain, Tang Lianyue’s eyebrows seemed to twitch slightly.

“Yumo.” Su Muyu called out sharply, sweeping his sword to release a flood-like wave of sword energy that forced Tang Lingkui back to the window. Until now, Su Muyu had been holding back, trying to occupy Tang Lingkui while giving Mu Yumo an opportunity. But with Mu Yumo in danger, he naturally wouldn’t hold back anymore. Su Muyu leaped to Mu Yumo’s side—by now her entire right arm was covered in frost. He frowned: “Yumo, put the Huowen Spiders on your arm.”

“Right!” Mu Yumo responded, her left hand beckoning as Huowen Spiders crawled from her left sleeve onto her right arm. The frost immediately stopped advancing.

“As I thought.” Su Muyu said softly.

Mu Yumo’s eyes lit up: “Then couldn’t we use Huowen Spiders to save Tang Lianyue?”

“The Ice Moon Silkworm is a supernatural creature. Your Huowen Spiders can barely suppress some frost energy—it’s already impressive. Thinking you can break the ice-binding Tang Lianyue is pure fantasy.” Tang Lingkui waved his hand, and three black-robed figures landed beside him.

All three were pale-faced with hollow eyes. Su Muyu recognized them immediately: “These are Medicine Men.”

“Oh? Master Su is truly knowledgeable to even recognize Medicine Men.” Tang Lingkui said eerily.

“Though the Tang Clan never claimed to be righteous in the jianghu, you’ve always had principles. I never expected you to cooperate with someone like Ghost Doctor Yeya.” Killing intent suddenly appeared in Su Muyu’s voice.

“When victory is the goal, who cares about methods?” Tang Lingkui raised his hand slightly, and all three Medicine Men leaped forward.

Below the Golden Tower.

Su Changhe was breathing heavily, surrounded by scattered dagger fragments. Mu Yin stood beside her, carrying the still-unconscious Mu Xuewi on her back. Su Changhe cursed under his breath: “Should have brought more people.”

Tang Lingzun landed nearby, sporting several bloody cuts but appearing more relaxed than Su Changhe. He shook his sleeves: “This is Jin City. Opposing the Tang Clan here isn’t a wise choice, Elder.”

“In the end, it’s just about numbers, isn’t it?” Su Changhe stroked his beard leisurely, watching the Tang Clan disciples closing in again.

“Victory makes right.” Tang Lingzun heard the disdain in Su Changhe’s tone.

“But my reinforcements have arrived.” Su Changhe raised his head slightly, looking behind Tang Lingzun.

Tang Lingzun whirled around to see a tall, lean figure standing there. Though he’d never seen this person before, his instincts immediately warned him that this was an extremely dangerous individual.

Even though the man merely took a drag from his pipe and smiled faintly at him.

In Lianyue Pavilion.

All three Medicine Men lay on the ground.

Tang Lingkui’s hand holding the Zhankui blade trembled violently as he knelt on one knee, sneering: “Master Su truly never fails to surprise, even knowing how to quickly kill a Medicine Man. However…”

Su Muyu looked down at his hand, gradually being entwined by black qi, his brow furrowing deeper.

“These aren’t ordinary Medicine Men.” After speaking these words, Tang Lingkui could no longer suppress the surge of blood in his chest and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Su Muyu took out a small porcelain bottle from his chest, removing the stopper. A small green snake poked out half its head. He smiled bitterly: “The young physician must know divination too, always predicting what I’ll encounter.”

Just then, a thread wrapped around the bottle, yanking it and the small green snake away. A white-robed woman caught the bottle and landed before Su Muyu, smiling: “I think so too. Otherwise, how could the timing always be so perfect?”