Bai Suche showed no hesitation. As soon as Bi Lianyi drew his sword, she immediately pressed forward, slashing at his neck with her blade. This strike seemed reckless, but behind her, numerous female attendants launched hidden weapons. Bi Lianyi found himself constrained from front, back, left, and right. He flourished his long sword in a flower pattern, producing several clanging sounds as he knocked down several hidden weapons. These weapons were all different, clearly not from the same martial sect. Bai Suche’s horizontal slash carried tremendous momentum—this was no probe. After knocking down the hidden weapons, Bi Lianyi hastily moved to block. With a “clang,” Bai Suche was forced back a step by his counter. However, this woman was ruthlessly determined. Just as her right-hand blade was repelled and her entire form was still unsteady, she reached into her robes with her left hand and drew out something bright and gleaming, thrusting it toward Bi Lianyi’s chest.

In an instant, Bi Lianyi had blocked two exchanges, his breathing already disrupted. He almost couldn’t avoid Bai Suche’s forward thrust. In this critical moment, Cheng Yunpao flicked his sleeve, wrapping around the weapon in Bai Suche’s hand. Bai Suche refused to let go. As both sides pulled with their internal force, a spray of blood flew up—Bai Suche’s left hand was cut by that weapon. The fresh blood was caught up by Cheng Yunpao’s forceful wind and scattered across the sky.

Yet whatever blade she held in her left hand, she would rather be severely wounded by that thing than release her grip. The object wasn’t long. Bai Suche’s left hand bled profusely, dyeing the thing bright red. One could only vaguely make out that it appeared to be a small knife.

Naturally, Cheng Yunpao wouldn’t lower himself to the level of a junior woman like Bai Suche. He said coldly, “Bai family junior, if you stop now and return home to apologize to your father with thorns on your back, I need not kill you.”

Bai Suche let her left hand hang down, allowing the fresh blood to drip onto the dust drop by drop, her right hand still gripping the blade tightly.

The night wind brushed across her face veil as she said coolly, “Tell Bai Yuming when you return—Bai Suche’s great mistake is already made, there’s no shore to turn back to. If I cannot achieve merit following my master this time, vast as the world is, I have nowhere to go.” She turned her blade’s edge, pointing directly at Bi Lianyi. “Who kills people? None other than this Bai. Killing one person brings guilt before all under heaven, but killing ten thousand… can make one a general.”

Cheng Yunpao and the others were stunned. This woman had a slender figure, appearing even less domineering than a rural village woman, yet wielding her blade forward with killing intent so fierce, she possessed an arrogance of no return.

She was so different from her father.

Others didn’t know what Bai Suche intended to do, but Miss Hong observed coldly, already knowing that her repeated pointing of the blade at Bi Lianyi indicated she had designs on him. She suddenly reached out, grasping Bi Lianyi’s wrist, and said in a low voice, “Come with me.”

Bi Lianyi was stunned. Piapling Mei Garden had sent out so many masters, yet Miss Hong wanted him to leave? By his estimation, these twenty or thirty white-robed women of unknown origin had considerable martial arts and strange mental states. Cheng Yunpao and Meng Qinglei alone might not easily achieve victory. Miss Hong grasped his wrist, pulling Bi Lianyi backward.

Behind Bai Suche’s face veil, her eyes seemed to move slightly, as if she smiled, then she let out a low whistle. The twenty or thirty white-robed female attendants around her charged directly toward Bi Lianyi and Miss Hong.

These women’s origins were unknown. Everyone knew they might come from famous orthodox sects, controlled by Fengliu Shop’s many strange and uncanny methods, so none dared kill ruthlessly. They launched hidden weapons from their hands. Two of them took out spring mechanisms from their sleeves, shooting something at Bi Lianyi and Miss Hong. That object was shot by two silver spring mechanisms together, flashing with light in mid-air like a brilliant silver thread. Flying to mid-air, it suddenly opened—it was an exquisite large net, falling over Bi Lianyi and Miss Hong’s heads.

This hidden weapon was unexpected. Bi Lianyi pulled Miss Hong back instead, removed his outer robe with his left hand, and flung it upward into the net. The silver thread net immediately tightened upon touching a solid object, bundling Bi Lianyi’s outer robe into a ball that fell to the ground. If not for Bi Lianyi’s appropriate response, he and Miss Hong would have been caught by this silver thread net on the spot. Seeing how fine the net on the ground was, Bi Lianyi frowned deeply, knowing that if it trapped a person, it would probably cut the flesh into pieces.

Meng Qinglei had already blurted out, “The Twin Fish Sisters!”

The two white-robed women who had used spring mechanisms to launch the large net both revealed their weapons—a rare pair of long spears, like two long, smooth pointed sticks. When these two long spears appeared, everyone present recognized them. These two were not “young girls” but a pair of evil stars from Lingwu Island in the South Sea. These two were sisters, both wielding long-handled fishing spears, both over forty years old. They usually only operated on Lingwu Island, killing all men who came to the island and keeping women as slaves.

No one knew how Fengliu Shop had recruited these two female evil stars. Now these two attacked with their double spears, thrusting together toward the retreating Bi Lianyi and Miss Hong. Both had profound internal power. When their double spears struck out, they brought whistling through the air. Thrusting to mid-air, both added force with their fingers and suddenly released their long spears, faster than lightning, shooting directly at Bi Lianyi and Miss Hong’s chests.

Miss Hong hadn’t yet seen clearly what was happening when the long spears had already reached her chest. Both Cheng Yunpao and Bi Lianyi acted simultaneously. Cheng Yunpao grabbed the right shoulder of Qiu Yuan, one of the “Twin Fish Sisters,” while Bi Lianyi struck down the long spear aimed at Miss Hong. After drawing his sword, he leaped up, narrowly avoiding the long spear shot at himself.

This all happened in the blink of an eye. Meng Qinglei had only just drawn his sword to stop the “Twin Fish Sisters” Qiu Yuan and Qiu Qing—his sword hadn’t even reached them yet, and the weapons of the white-robed female attendants had just been launched. Bi Lianyi reacted extremely quickly, leaping to avoid Qiu Yuan’s throw, while the attacks from others had just barely reached Miss Hong. Cheng Yunpao pulled down Qiu Yuan, his Cold Sword Desolate Frost striking out, sweeping horizontally with one sword stroke. Amid a chaotic clanging, three or four white-robed women behind him were injured by his sword qi and fell backward. Qiu Yuan’s long spear left her hand as Cheng Yunpao gripped her right shoulder. She showed no weakness, drawing another short spear from her robes and beginning to fight with Cheng Yunpao.

At this moment, Bi Lianyi leaped up, still not having landed, and Miss Hong still hadn’t seen clearly just how many types of weapons had passed before her eyes. Among the moving shadows, as Bi Lianyi was in mid-air, two people approached him from front and back.

Charging from the front was Bai Suche, while approaching from behind was a long-browed, bald old man.

Seeing Wang Lingqiu pouncing over, Bai Suche immediately slashed her blade toward Wang Lingqiu’s bald head. Wang Lingqiu understood clearly—this woman was competing with him for credit, but this credit he also couldn’t avoid competing for. Yu Konghou was not Chai Xijin; he wouldn’t trust him completely.

If they couldn’t take down Bi Lianyi today, he and Bai Suche might well have one of them die.

He pounced not to take Bi Lianyi’s life, but Bai Suche’s slash was genuinely aimed at his life. Wang Lingqiu’s martial arts weren’t high—he was no match for either Bai Suche or Bi Lianyi—but since he had pounced out, he naturally had preparations. Just as Bai Suche turned her blade toward him and Bi Lianyi barely managed to turn around, Wang Lingqiu splashed something from his sleeve, covering Bi Lianyi’s head and face.

Bai Suche was stunned but didn’t reduce the force of her blade, still slashing toward Wang Lingqiu’s head.

This old man was no good person—she knew that clearly. Even if he wasn’t of one heart with Yu Konghou, he had still harmed countless people.

Bi Lianyi only felt a coolness on his face, not knowing what had been splashed on him. He then landed, raised his inner garment’s sleeve to wipe, and saw a patch of strange blue water stains on his sleeve, emanating a faint fishy smell.

Before him, Bai Suche’s blade swept past Wang Lingqiu’s neck. Wang Lingqiu dodged the blade and was now fleeing in panic. But the white-robed female attendants intercepted by Cheng Yunpao and Meng Qinglei began to riot.