In the span of one move, many figures suddenly appeared both inside and outside the walls of Jiang Youyu’s courtyard. Many red-robed people appeared within the walls, most holding fire crossbows with arrow points aimed at Mo Ziru. However, one person held not a fire crossbow, but a longbow.

A fire oil arrow was nocked on the longbow, but it wasn’t aimed at Mo Ziru – it was aimed at the distance.

Shui Duopo had just glanced at Mo Ziru once, urging Liu Yan to jump down.

With a soft whoosh, the fire oil arrow carrying fierce flames swept past their eyes, shooting straight at Liu Yan.

Yu Tuan’er screamed loudly. That fire oil arrow was three feet long, coated with some unknown fire oil. As it swept through the air, flames suddenly ignited, the fire intensity surged dramatically, burning across the entire long arrow with a dark green tinge – quite an imposing sight.

However, despite such aura pressure, halfway through the arrow’s flight came a whooshing sound, and that dark green flame turned bright, rising half the sky high, then suddenly extinguished.

Yu Tuan’er was dumbfounded – Mo Ziru – Mo Ziru’s long sword completed its movement, and as the sword movement ended, his sleeve swept backward – this backward sweep of his sleeve as he sheathed his sword, the sleeve wind caused the bright flame on the fire oil poison arrow to flare up explosively, burning through the fire oil prematurely.

Moreover, that sleeve wind also deflected the poison arrow’s trajectory, making it lose its accuracy.

With a thud, the long arrow finally struck the entrance to the secret passage. Though it penetrated more than three inches, it posed no threat. Shui Duopo paid no attention, throwing Liu Yan down the secret passage, then threw Yu Tuan’er down the tunnel as well.

Before leaping down himself, he paused slightly, “Mo Chunfeng, cherish your life.”

Mo Ziru had three legal advisor whiskers drawn on his face, looking extremely wretched, yet he smiled slightly, his features clear and bright, his posture upright.

The longbow archer slowly moved his longbow, the arrow pointing at Mo Ziru’s brow, “Mo Chunfeng, long time no see.”

Mo Ziru’s smile stopped at the corners of his eyes, “Tang Wujun.”

Poisonous flames leaped and burned on the longbow archer’s arrow, causing the red-robed person’s face to alternately turn blue and purple. This person was a poison-using expert from Jiangnan over twenty years ago. Mo Ziru… Mo Chunfeng had run rampant in Jiangnan in his youth and became acquainted with him. He had once disdained his sleeve poison arrows as petty, saying that since he prided himself on poison arrow techniques, why not practice longbow and large arrows? I will openly draw my bow and shoot arrows, letting you see the poison on the arrows, but no one in the world can dodge them – wouldn’t this be true great spirit?

Who would have thought that what was once a casual laugh… now Tang Wujun drew his bow and nocked an arrow, with poisonous smoke burning on the arrow, yet it was aimed at Mo Chunfeng – after twenty-some years of martial world’s wind, frost, snow and rain, things had changed and people were different. When old friends met, it was actually like this.

The ghost-faced person removed his mask and tossed it aside. Mo Ziru lowered his eyelashes and sighed softly, “It’s you.”

The ghost-faced person had a face like jade, with a sword scar running horizontally across the bridge of his nose, turning a handsome middle-aged man into something resembling a demon or ghost. He smiled, “It’s me. Were you unable to recognize me even with the mask on?” He pointed at his own nose, “You gave me a nose with four holes. Mo Chunfeng keeps his word. I’ve been blessed by your kindness these twenty years, using this to develop a set of internal energy cultivation method.”

Mo Ziru said, “Song Xiaoyu, you were sick when you were young, and now that you’re old you’ve become even more crazy. With a nose that has four holes, instead of finding a good doctor, you used it to practice some internal energy method – Pig Nose Divine Skill?”

Tang Wujun and Song Xiaoyu were both old acquaintances from Mo Chunfeng’s youth – one as friend, one as enemy. Seeing that this person still had that insufferable, arrogant appearance after twenty-some years, both their eyes reddened with anger.

The sound of horse hooves continued outside the courtyard, with more and more people surrounding Jiang Youyu’s small courtyard.

Mo Ziru held his sword, surrounded by over twenty red-robed crossbow archers continuously firing fire bolts at the small courtyard. The courtyard burst into roaring flames. After these crossbow archers finished firing their fire bolts and saw everyone had been driven into the secret passage, they turned their crossbows to aim at Mo Ziru. Tang Wujun and Song Xiaoyu in front of Mo Ziru naturally couldn’t match him in single combat, but these two understood him extremely well and had considerable martial arts skills. This time, not knowing who had recruited them to oppose him, it was clearly deliberate.

And the reinforcements lurking motionlessly outside the courtyard were even more dangerous.

But Mo Ziru could not retreat.

Behind him were still three hundred youths, plus Liu Yan and Yu Tuan’er.

These people were the hope for lifting the Nine Heart Pill poison.

Behind him was also Shui Duopo.

Shui Duopo could not kill.

He gripped the last “Long Robes” sword in his hand, slowly taking a deep breath. Throughout his life, he had roamed the martial world for decades, doing as he pleased, acting willfully and recklessly.

No regrets.

Song Xiaoyu spread his sleeves, revealing his weapons. This person’s weapons were a pair of short staffs. After pressing the spring mechanism, the short staffs sprouted steel spikes like deer antlers, specifically designed for sword-locking. Those steel spikes could open and close, qualifying as an unusual weapon called “Slaughter the Remnant Life.”

Tang Wujun sneered coldly, “Today let’s see how long your ‘Long Robes’ can save the maddened Shui Qiqi! Hehe… Sword Emperor Shui Qiqi, Sword Empress Wen Shanhe – back then Shui Qiqi was struck by the Wang family’s ‘Wasp Mother Congealing Frost’ from the ‘Lamp Calling Order’ and nearly devoured his wife Wen Shanhe alive. I heard Shui Qiqi died by shattering his own skull, but I didn’t know you actually saved him! This person killed my sworn brother – this enmity is irreconcilable!”

Mo Ziru said nothing. That Sword Emperor Shui Qiqi had not died and had transformed into the Bright Moon Golden Physician Shui Duopo was an extremely secret matter. Except for Xue Xianzi, almost no one knew. After twenty-some years, those in the martial world who could still count off “Sword Emperor Shui Qiqi, Sword Empress Wen Shanhe” were nearly all dead – there could be no other possibility! He twisted his “Long Robes Sword,” his face flushing with anger, suddenly shouting loudly, “What did you do to Zhong Lingyan?”

“Snow Thread” Zhong Lingyan – decades later, the world only knew the money-grubbing, lustful old monster Xue Xianzi, but didn’t know that in Zhong Lingyan’s youth, he was also an elegant gentleman who appreciated flowers and gazed at willows, famous throughout the martial world. Back then at Yanbo Lake, in poetry gatherings, whoever could earn Young Master Zhong’s glance and smile would become a legendary tale passed down through generations.

Song Xiaoyu grinned maliciously, “Thirty years ago I said Zhong Lingyan would eventually fall because of women! He was captured by his own biological daughter, given a thorough beating, and before dying was fed ‘Three Sleeps Without Night Sky’ – he told them everything!” He twitched his four-holed nose, “The fire here has a strong medicinal smell. It seems the Nine Heart Pill antidote is indeed here. Let me first kill you and Shui Qiqi, then capture Liu Yan to achieve immortal merit!”

Mo Ziru’s sword hummed as it pointed at Song Xiaoyu, “How did Zhong Lingyan die?”

Song Xiaoyu smiled ambiguously, “Didn’t you save Shui Qiqi after he shattered his own skull? Zhong Lingyan also shattered his own skull, but his luck was bad – he didn’t have you to save him.” He raised his twin forks, blocking Mo Ziru’s sword path, mocking, “Zhong Lingyan lived three more days after shattering his skull. His biological daughter didn’t want his life – she cried her heart out, doing everything she could to save him… If you had come then, perhaps you could have saved him.” He lightly blew on his strange-looking steel forks, “Pitiful, so pitiful. Zhong Lingyan was so arrogant in his youth, he probably never dreamed that when it came time to die, even seeking death… he would struggle painfully for three days.”

Mo Ziru’s face lost all traces of smile, his eyes closing slightly, “How ruthless you all are.”

“You’d better pray that when you die, you won’t suffer worse than Zhong Lingyan,” Song Xiaoyu said indifferently.

With a whistling sound, sword light like moonlight broke through the air. That sword momentum was fierce and overwhelming, enveloping both Song Xiaoyu and Tang Wujun within it.