Yu Konghou’s heart grew cold as she quickened her pace, hurrying back.

Having disguised herself as a man for years, her qinggong and movement techniques were quite exceptional, but this black-clothed masked person was agile and flexible, not only moving nimbly but possessing astonishing perseverance. After a day and night, whenever Yu Konghou suspected he was about to exhaust his strength, the black-clothed person would immediately recover his vitality—whether it was a false show of strength or he carried miraculous medicine was unknown.

Given time, this person would surely become a formidable enemy.

Yu Konghou abandoned any underestimation, killing intent rising sharply.

She stopped in her tracks, suddenly reversing direction, and something floated gracefully from her sleeve, bringing a gentle breeze. That thing was an invisibly thin thread of unknown material, with a small sword at the front end. The small sword was no bigger than chopsticks, its blade flexible and highly elastic, sharpened along the edge—it was a suspended rope flying sword never seen before.

Yu Konghou had used long swords, paired palms, jade hairpins and flower ornaments as weapons. Like Tang Lici, she was a master of miscellaneous techniques, and who knew where she had learned and mastered this body of unorthodox skills.

But this suspended rope flying sword had never been seen before.

The black-clothed masked person’s heart grew cold—this was probably Yu Konghou’s signature weapon from the bottom of her arsenal.

Yu Konghou called herself “One Peach Three Colors” and ranked seventh among the “Seven Flowers Cloud Wanderers.” In those days, she had not yet disguised herself as a man, nor had she practiced with Fu Cui whatever strange art transformed male bodies to female—when she roamed the martial world, she was also a graceful young master of the turbid world. The so-called “One Peach Three Colors” actually referred to her swordsmanship. Yu Konghou used short swords in those days. Most people used single swords, at most dual-wielding or carrying one in hand and one on the back. However, Yu Konghou used three swords—besides the paired short swords in her hands, she also had a flying sword that came without shadow and left without trace, this suspended rope flying sword called “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms.”

Very few had seen Yu Konghou’s “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms.” This was an extremely light, mysterious, and vicious sword technique, somewhere between hidden weapons and sword control. Even in her several life-and-death struggles with Kuanglan Wuxing, she had never brought out this suspended rope flying sword, because she understood clearly that such a thing couldn’t wound Kuanglan Wuxing.

Kuanglan Wuxing’s martial arts were fierce and wild, hurting others while injuring himself—a light flying sword like “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms” couldn’t penetrate Kuanglan Wuxing’s long halberd circle at all.

When fighting Tang Lici, she also hadn’t brought out “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms.” Tang Lici was cunning and intelligent—”Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms” probably couldn’t achieve surprise victory, while Tang Lici carried an extremely large number of unexpected small items. If one move failed, she might capsize in the gutter.

But facing this black-clothed masked person, Yu Konghou released “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms.”

And not as a single killing cold arrow—she let out the fine thread suspension rope behind the flying sword extremely long, crossed her arms and flicked her wrists, and that “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms” shot toward the black-clothed masked person like a meteor. But when Yu Konghou released the flying sword, the black-clothed person had already hidden in the dense forest. Yu Konghou didn’t care at all, pulling the suspension rope and turning to draw a circle. “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms” made a great whistling sound, that small sword actually produced an extremely shrill sword cry as it swept through the wind. The suspension rope suddenly tightened, the whistling through the air harmonizing with the small sword—that rope about two zhang long suddenly swept a huge circle with Yu Konghou at the center!

Trees swept by “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms” crashed down thunderously—that suspension rope was no ordinary item. Pulled behind the flying sword, it was more deadly than a blade edge, comparable to a life-taking great blade two zhang long. The black-clothed masked person had originally hidden behind trees more than a zhang away, but forced by Yu Konghou’s sudden suspension rope sweep, he had to reveal himself and flee to even more distant places.

Yu Konghou held the flying sword, and that sword which had just swept through seven or eight trees wound naturally around her wrist several times, like a silver chain. She looked at the black-clothed person with a half-smile, that face of Xue Tao filled with mocking colors that Xue Tao would never have possessed.

“Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms'” attack range far exceeded that of long swords. Now the black-clothed person couldn’t approach her body and could no longer prevent her from drinking water and eating. Wherever she went, the black-clothed person could at most follow behind her—what could he do to her?

Moreover, Yu Konghou had long calculated that as soon as the black-clothed person stepped into the “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms” circle, she could take his life within three moves… no… ten moves.

Seeing Yu Konghou release “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms,” the black-clothed person seemed surprised at first, but afterward returned to silent wordlessness.

Yu Konghou gave a cold laugh. She decided to abandon whatever lake irrigation place and turn back to see what Miss Hong was secretly plotting by sending this black-clothed person to intercept her halfway.

Just when she was certain the black-clothed person couldn’t and wouldn’t dare step into the “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms” circle, with a “duo” sound, a black small arrow swept past her face and embedded in the muddy ground before Yu Konghou.

Seeing this arrow, Yu Konghou suddenly turned back, “It’s you!”

The black-clothed masked person said nothing, pulling open the black bowstring in his hands, concentrating intently on aiming at Yu Konghou.

Yu Konghou’s expression changed with anger, “Ren Qingchou!”

This young man holding black small arrows, persistently harassing her all along and entangling with her endlessly, was actually Ren Qingchou! Ren Qingchou was Qu Zhiliang’s disciple, with an extremely solid martial arts foundation, though the person had three parts foolishness. Last time when Ren Qingchou betrayed Fengliu Store and rushed out of Piaolin Mei Garden with Xue Xianzi, Yu Konghou was busy catching Xue Xianzi and carelessly let this young man escape. As a result, this young man actually sought refuge with Miss Hong and came out again to oppose her.

Despite his young age, Ren Qingchou was quite composed in his actions. Throughout this pursuit and interception of Yu Konghou, he hadn’t used a single bit of Qu Zhiliang’s martial arts. If Yu Konghou hadn’t released “Ten Thousand Li Peach Blossoms,” this long-range weapon that left Ren Qingchou beyond reach, he wouldn’t have brought out the Qu family’s long bow.

Qu Zhiliang’s black long bow was named “Sorrow and Joy Bow.”

The black small arrows were called “Life and Death Together.”

If these were Qu Zhiliang’s arrows, they were simply arrows.

But Ren Qingchou’s arrows were poisoned.

Each person’s path was different. If Ren Qingchou had never entered Fengliu Store, he probably would never have thought to poison his arrows in his entire lifetime.