Lord of the night.

Chapter 1377 Lord Yan, Would You Like a Knife? [Two-in-One]

Yan Beihan kept an eye on the rankings below.

The Wind God is rushing upwards.

There are still five places behind him.

From afar, one could see the aura of the Wind God soaring straight into the sky.

Fang Che is thirty-five places away from the Wind God.

She could sense that Fang Che's target was always Yu Fengshen, and his eyes had glanced at Yu Fengshen more than once. Yan Beihan clearly saw the naked killing intent in Fang Che's eyes.

Yan Beihan sighed.

Feng Yun once told her: "Wind Goddess, I don't intend to let her live! I've already instructed Night Demon to kill her. If Lord Yan has the chance, please give me a push."

Yan Beihan's gaze held some worry: Fang Che is no match for Yu Fengshen right now. Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up instead of charging straight at Yu Fengshen?

Behind Fang Che... was Zhao Ying'er.

Worry immediately turned into anger.

Why was Zhao Ying'er following Fang Che to climb the rankings? Yan Beihan could figure out the reason with a grain of salt: to shield Fang Che from challenges.

"Hmph! Sycophant! Bitch!"

Yan Beihan rolled her eyes and continued reading.

She didn't even glance at Dong Yuanping and She Menglong, but was more interested in the three young experts from the Golden Dragon Palace who rushed up.

She always felt that this Golden Dragon Palace was not as simple as it seemed.

Although the ten people and the two experts leading the team all gave off a "country bumpkins entering the city" vibe, Yan Beihan still kept his attention on them.

Her intuition told her it seemed like she was faking it.

Xue Changqing shared the same thought, also based on his intuition: this Golden Dragon Palace must be more than just that!
Feng Yun's side didn't pay any attention to the people from the Golden Dragon Palace.

For him, it's not a concern.

Because the Golden Dragon Palace had been within his sphere of influence from the moment it appeared.

He was paying attention to another person: She Wushen of the Spirit Serpent Cult!

Even during his battle with Xue Changqing, he kept an eye on She Wushen.

Feng Yun felt an inexplicable disgust and loathing towards this person.

He didn't understand where this person came from. Logically speaking, someone with this kind of talent and cultivation level should be able to enter the Three Realms, and might even be stronger than She Menglong, but why didn't he enter?
She Wushen's ascent to the top of the rankings was very steady, step by step. Even when he met the conditions for skipping a level, he did not skip it, but instead climbed up step by step.

Never surpass any opponent.

In this respect, he is the same as Fang Che.

But unlike Fang Che, who committed murder, he did not.

He exudes a menacing aura, but in reality, he doesn't harm or kill anyone. He only fights to determine a winner!
He's steady and methodical, never rushing or getting impatient. So much so that many people have overlooked him. After all, there are far too many players skipping ranks on this list!

Fang Che charged forward at breakneck speed.

Then he noticed something strange and couldn't help but exclaim: Location!
What is meant by position?
For example, when a group of people go out to eat and sit at a table, some arrive earlier and some later. After everyone has arrived, they politely offer each other the seat of honor, but after a while, you will find that the person sitting in the most honored position is still the most honored person.

Who should be in the second position and who should be in the third position should be determined strictly according to official rank, wealth, seniority, and age.

There is absolutely no mistake in this regard in formal settings.

The same goes for the Cloud Weapon Ranking. The current positions are chaotic, but as the rankings climb, in the end, everyone's position will be where they truly belong.

Some people are ahead of Fang Che, but their combat strength is not as good as Mo Ganyun's. Mo Ganyun was defeated by Fang Che, so it will be very easy for Fang Che to break through this barrier when he arrives.

This is evident not only in the Guardians, but also in the Sovereign Church.

For example, Xiong Zhuang never fought Fang Che, but he did lose to Mo Ganyun...

That's the logic. People who have reached this level are no fools. On the Cloud Weapon Ranking, everyone is just aiming for the ranking and getting benefits; there's basically no fierce competition.

Of course, this excludes killers like the Wind God.

The Wind God is different from Fang Che. Fang Che wouldn't die against a Guardian, but even against someone from the Sovereign Cult, one has to consider whether this guy will have any impact or use in the Sovereign Cult's future plans. Some things should be let go.

As for the Wind God... unless you escape from my sword!

Otherwise, no matter who you are!

The person in front is Bai Zhen, a direct descendant of the Bai family. Although his status is not as high as Bai Ye's, he is still considered a significant figure.

As Fang Che charged forward, Bai Zhen saw that he was ready to fight to the death, so he simply feinted, retreated, and smiled: "Fang Tu, congratulations on passing the test."

"Young Master Bai is clearly letting me win."

Fang Che said, "Why don't you show your true skills and put them to the test?"

Bai Zhen smiled faintly: "A gentleman doesn't argue with an ox; it's too wasteful for a beautiful jade to collide with rubble."

"Young Master Bai is too modest. I really don't think so little of you. In my heart, even if you are just a piece of rubble, you are still a glazed tile."

Fang Che smiled.

"..."

Bai Zhen's face turned black.

Then Zhao Ying'er turned her attention to Bai Zhen, and in the middle of the fight, she suddenly threw a firecracker at Bai Zhen's face: "You speak so rudely, there's no point in keeping this mouth!"

Bai Zhen let out a wild shout and retreated on the spot.

But Zhao Ying'er relentlessly pursued her.

Bai Zhen's mouth and nose were ablaze; the power of the True Fire Divine Phoenix even burned his bones.

He couldn't open his mouth, unable to admit defeat. If he didn't admit defeat, the battle would be over, and if the battle was over, the divine power of the weapon manual wouldn't heal him.

Head tilted back... If you don't tilt your head back, the flames will rise and burn your skull; if you tilt your head back and pout, it will only burn your mouth and nose.

"Woshule..."

Bai Zhen desperately shouted through his burning mouth, seven or eight times, until his teeth were almost burned away and he was about to be burned to death.

As I squinted in my dream, a green branch touched the ground, and starlight fell.

Determine the winner.

Zhao Ying'er turned around and continued to climb the rankings.

The flames on Bai Zhen's mouth went out, and his divine power began to restore his body, but his mouth had become a large hole, and the recovery was very slow.

"Idiot!"

Yu Cheng cursed from the side, "Are you a complete idiot? His wife is in charge of healing in the Cloud Weapon Ranking, and you're cursing him in the Cloud Weapon Ranking?"

"If it weren't for some reservations, you'd be a pile of ashes right now!"

The other young masters of the "I Am the Righteous Cult" were all gloating and full of contempt.

Bai Ye covered her face, not wanting to say a word. It was so embarrassing… how could my Bai family have such an idiot?

What's wrong with Bai Zhen's brain... Even a complete idiot wouldn't be this bad: he's cursing Fang Tu on the Cloud Ranking!

Bai Zhen was on the verge of tears, his mouth agape as he desperately tried to breathe, straining his internal energy to heal his wounds.

He had genuinely forgotten that... and now he finally realized that the person he shouldn't mess with most on the Cloud Weapon Ranking was actually Fang Tu!

Fang Tu is here to climb the rankings, and his wife is in charge of the rules...

I'm fucking crazy, actually showing off my superiority in front of him...

Bai Zhen was filled with regret.

In his extreme depression, even those who were initially inferior to him all defeated him and rushed forward...

On the other hand, various challenges are also taking place in the 100 to 500 range.

The battlefield over there was much grander, but it wasn't very appealing; after all, it was all the same old faces, one advancing and one retreating, it was all the same old thing.

The important thing is the new faces.

What everyone cares about is where they ultimately finish, since... they've put money into it.

Quite a few people have already torn up their betting tickets, cursing and swearing. Many others have started placing additional bets.

Many people have started ordering à la carte.

At this point, betting on the top ten players below Fengyun is no longer allowed; players can only bet on those ranked tenth and below, and the odds decrease as the odds are adjusted.

The Wind God had already rushed down below Bi Yunyan.

"Where is your sword?" Bi Yunyan asked.

He held the Wind-Riding Divine Sword in his hand.

Bi Yunyan slowly extended her sword, brandished it against the Wind-Riding Divine Sword, and then retreated with a muffled groan: "You win!"

Wind God: "..."

His face immediately contorted in pain.

I really didn't mean to do anything to you!
Yu Fengshen is indeed capable of killing anyone, but it depends on the person. Even if she cultivates the Ruthless Heaven, she wouldn't dare to touch someone of Bi Yunyan or Feng Xue's level.

But for Bi Yunyan, well...

I'm not going to argue with you!
If it weren't for the deputy sect leaders specifically mentioning it, I wouldn't even want to be on this damn Cloud Weapon Ranking. I just want to go find the patriarch and live a peaceful life; being bullied and teased by the patriarch is better than anything else.

Even just chatting is better than fighting here.

Even if I could beat them, I wouldn't want to fight.

Bi Yunyan's motto is: If you can't beat me, admit defeat. If you're evenly matched, admit defeat. If someone is slightly weaker than me and charges at me with all their might, I'll admit defeat. Unless it's someone I can completely crush... if they come at me, I'll beat them to a pulp!

The main focus is on something that requires absolutely no effort and no brainpower!

The Wind God rushed past Bi Yunyan, and then came Xue Piaopiao.

Xue Piaopiao engaged in battle, and after just one move, she immediately realized that Yu Fengshen's cultivation and combat power were higher than her own.

So he immediately retreated, ready to admit defeat.

But the Wind God relentlessly pursued them.

With a flick of her wrist, Xue Piaopiao opened a package, and countless tiny insects flew out, swarming over her.

"what!!!"

The Wind Goddess paled, cried out in alarm, and retreated three hundred feet in a flash. Goosebumps rose all over her body, her face turned deathly pale, and her spiritual energy trembled thirty-six times, yet she still felt a tingling sensation all over her body.

Snowflakes drifted down, looking smug and unhurried: "I lost."

He thought to himself, "Fang Tu's trick really works!" Sure enough, the Wind God immediately retreated!
Yu Fengshen glared at Xue Piaopiao, his face still pale. He then went up one more time and, looking sullen and unhappy, encountered Feng Xue.

Feng Xue was slightly stronger than Bi Yunyan, and she only conceded defeat after exchanging a few blows.

The Wind God finally rushed in front of Yan Beihan.

"Still going for it?"

Yan Beihan did not draw his sword, but simply stood with his hands behind his back and asked calmly.

Yu Fengshen paused for a moment, then suddenly switched to telepathy, saying, "I rushed here not to climb the rankings, but to ask Lord Yan a question."

"You said."

"Lord Yan, would you like a knife?"

"I am the God of Wind," Yu Feng asked earnestly.

Yan Beihan remained unmoved and said calmly, "Wind God, you've come to the wrong person. To me, the entire 'Only My Righteous Sect' is my weapon!"

Yu Fengshen's expression darkened slightly: "Yes."

"Why are you looking for me?" Yan Beihan asked, puzzled. "Why not look for Feng Yun?"

"Young Master Yun needs a knife, but Young Master Yun has no future..."

Yu Fengshen looked at Yan Beihan, hesitated for a moment, and said, "He will be in charge of teaching affairs. Once he reaches a certain point, his mind will no longer be on martial arts. He may have great power, but he may not be able to wield a sword and soar into the stars."

"But Lord Yan, you can do it!"

"I am a knife, but the destination of my gaze is not this world."

The Wind God said calmly, "Perhaps I will die while I am on this continent. But my vision for the future cannot extend here."

"Where are the deputy leaders? Where is the leader?"

"Grand Master... my current level is too low. The Vice Grand Masters are in the same situation as Young Master Yun. Vice Grand Master Yan told me to choose my own master!"

Yu Fengshen said, "Lord Yan's words earlier have enlightened me. They have made me truly understand what Vice Chief Master Yan meant. Right now, our righteous sect has no shortage of swords, but I lack the hand to wield them."

"As you said, although I walk the path of slaughtering the heavens, I cannot control this slaughter. When the Great Art of Severing Emotions is activated, the spiritual energy surges, and the sword energy is unleashed, my heart is filled with nothing but slaughter!"

"It's just a bloodthirsty blade!" "Therefore, it needs someone to wield it. Otherwise, if I charge in by myself, it will eventually break in two and turn into scrap metal!"

Yu Fengshen looked somewhat dejected: "After all, this path goes against humanity, against human principles, and against the way of Heaven!"

Yan Beihan pondered for a moment: "Then why are you so sure that I can travel further into the starry sky?"

"You have that possibility, so I have no choice but to gamble."

The Wind God said, "I know my actions have angered both heaven and man, but... this is the only path I can take."

Yan Beihan asked, "Can I know the reason?"

"……Can."

The Wind-Riding God said, "The Great Art of Severing Emotions drives away the Heartless Heavenly Dao, slaughtering the Azure Heaven. In the end, it will leave no one, no self, no emotion..."

The Wind God paused for a moment before saying, "...No God!"

Yan Beihan's body trembled slightly: "Who arranged for you to leave?"

"It was the Grand Master's decree that ultimately placed the burden on the Yu family. To try and see that sliver of hope!"

Yu Fengshen said indifferently, "At that time, the family planned to arrange a marriage between me and Chen Yun, but Chen Yun is a disgusting person! So the family used the Love Spell on me to make me fall in love with him. But we can break the Love Spell ourselves. I just didn't resist or break it, letting myself fall into it. Then, when my feelings were deep, I broke the spell."

"By taking shortcuts, one can achieve the method of severing emotions, a heartless heaven!"

Yan Beihan was startled.

This is a complete sacrifice of everything the Wind Goddess has as a woman!
"Can the Five Elemental Gu Oath restrict you?"

Yan Beihan asked.

"If one reaches the state of 'no emotion, no self, no god' in the 'Ruthless Law,' there is hope of breaking through the limitations of the Five Elemental Gu. But I haven't reached that point, and no one has before me, so I don't know whether it's possible to break through."

The Wind God said, "So I don't know whether it's possible or not."

"..."

Yan Beihan understood.

The fact that the Wind God chose this path was essentially a desperate experiment by the higher-ups of the Sovereign Cult.

Whether it will succeed or not, even Yan Nan and the others probably cannot be sure.

This is an unknown road.

"This experiment is so cruel," Yan Beihan sighed softly.

"This experiment has been going on for thousands of years; it started after the Grand Master attacked the Divine Mountain, but all the previous ones failed. They just turned into ruthless monsters, not ruthless blades, so many of them either self-destructed or disappeared automatically on the battlefield or in the martial arts world."

Yu Fengshen said, "As far as I know, I am the only one at present. And I can only be considered a semi-finished product. As you said, Lord Yan, if I cannot find a master, I will always be a semi-finished product, an incomplete product."

She spoke these words in a cold and indifferent manner, as if she were talking about someone else's affairs.

It has absolutely nothing to do with her.

"I need to think about it. But even after thinking it over, I might not need a knife. You'll need to broaden your search."

Yan Beihan sighed helplessly.

"Yes. I understand!"

The Wind God did not show any disappointment.

Until she finds the right hands to truly wield the hilt, she is merely a knife that kills on its own.

Not disappointed.

I didn't feel uncomfortable.

"But during this time I will remind you what you can and cannot do. Who you can kill and who you cannot kill."

The cold road north of Yanbei.

"it is good."

"What happened in the rain?"

Yan Beihan suddenly asked the question at this critical juncture. From Yan Beihan's perspective, Yu Tianxia was an enemy, and his death was nothing to regret. However, the sudden killing by Yu Fengshen was ill-timed and very unexpected, so there must be a reason.

This reason is important to both Yan Beihan and Feng Yun.

The Wind God paused for a moment, then said, "I cannot say."

"Then let me put it another way. You killed Yu Tianxia for a reason, right?"

Yan Beihan asked.

Yes, there is a reason.

The Way of the Wind.

Is it because it's raining?

"no!"

"Is it someone else's fault?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"I can't say."

"Ok."

Yan Beihan let out a long sigh.

I can't help but feel a bit of a headache. Why does it feel like things are getting more and more complicated?
She didn't care about Yu Tianxia, ​​but she cared about others, because Yan Beihan knew that Yu Tianxia was actually one of the seeds. They had entered the Heavenly Centipede Valley together to receive the inheritance!

If he can kill Yu Tianxia, ​​he can kill everyone else who entered Tianwu Valley back then!

That's for sure.

But now it's finally confirmed that Yu Feng Shen Zhen might not dare to kill anyone else.

"Is it specified that it must be in the rain?" Yan Beihan asked.

"No!"

Yu Fengshen said, "Any one of the nineteen people who entered the valley and are still alive at that time will do!"

"I see."

Yan Beihan fell silent for a long time before softly saying, "Let's wait for the challenge."

The Wind God stood quietly at position 504.

Like a merciless and indifferent javelin.

She doesn't seem to need rest.

Always maintain a posture of being ready to strike and kill at any time.

Yan Beihan sighed softly, unable to describe the feelings in her heart. So many innocent people had died at her hands. But after truly understanding the situation, she suddenly felt speechless.

unforgivable.

Yet there was no hatred.

There were even some sighs.

The battle between Xue Changqing and Feng Yun finally came to an end.

Both of them used all their strength, fighting desperately. Xue Changqing had the upper hand throughout, but only slightly.

The situation is basically split 60/40.

Xue Changqing is sixth, and Feng Yun is fourth. However, no matter what, they cannot completely crush each other, and Feng Yun can hold on no matter what.

As long as Feng Yun doesn't admit defeat, Xue Changqing really won't be able to get through.

After playing to the very end and revealing all their cards, the two were completely exhausted! They sat in their seats, craning their necks and panting heavily.

Both of them had sallow complexions and lacked the energy to speak.

After panting heavily for a while, Xue Changqing felt that he could move again. He immediately turned his head to look. If Feng Yun still couldn't move, he would crawl over to him and ride on his back.

But when he turned his head, he saw that Feng Yun was also turning his head to look at him.

"Grass!"

The two said in unison.

They clearly had the same idea.

After cursing, the two slumped back into their chairs, now even more listless.

At this moment, starlight suddenly shone from Xue Changqing's body, connecting with his own star position, and then he shot down on his own, shining brightly in the selection star chart below.

Xue Changqing's nickname and opening poem also appeared.

Feng Yundu perked up and strained to prop himself up to look down.

The Sword of Enduring Love!
With a loyal heart and a heart of blood, I roam the martial world, forever remembering the many emotions in this mortal realm;
He devoted himself to the cause, even unto death, all to save humanity from collapse!
Xue Changqing stared blankly at the four lines of poetry that floated up in the starlight, his expression somewhat wistful.

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

No words were spoken.

He felt that what he wrote resonated with his own heart.

That is indeed the case.

He wrote about his shortcomings, his character and aspirations, and his perseverance and unwavering commitment.

Why fear death when one has devoted oneself to the cause?
I'm not afraid at all.

Under Feng Yun's pressure, even if I give my all, even if I'm worked to death, as long as I don't die from exhaustion, I will do my best to hold on! Hold on!

A sigh came from Feng Yun beside him: "It's really unfair, Xue Changqing. Your evaluation of the Long-lasting Sword is much higher than that of my Overturning Blade! These are all words of praise!"

Xue Changqing said silently, "But it also clearly states that I am not as good as you and can only grit my teeth and bear it. It also vividly portrays the pressure I am under."

He sighed and said, "Besides... Feng Yun, have you ever thought about saving the world? All you think about is your own hegemony, the hegemony of our righteous sect!"

Feng Yun was stunned, his gaze fixed, and he remained silent for a long time.

Xue Changqing smiled faintly: "If you could receive such high praise, I would be even happier than you, perhaps even ecstatic! Do you understand?"

Feng Yun's face turned cold: "Xue Changqing! Stance is stance! Don't try to impose your self-righteous sentiments and actions on others! What I hate most is the moral blackmail from you so-called righteous people!"

Xue Changqing said in a low voice, "I'm serious!"

"Nonsense! Utterly outdated!"

Feng Yun roared, “You think you’re a saint, but can this world tolerate saints? From ancient times to the present, the victor is king and the loser is villain. Mountains of bones and seas of blood, kings and nobles have their merits and demerits for a thousand years. Who among them is truly for the sake of the people? Anyone can whitewash the truth. Don’t you understand the essence of things? Are you using your own ridiculous morality to hold others hostage? Xue Changqing, you’re too naive!”

"Since I'm so childish, why are you angry?"

Xue Changqing said slowly.

Feng Yun chuckled: "I'm too lazy to argue with you!"

After saying that, he lay back in his chair and said in a cool tone, "Xue Changqing, you be your saint, and I'll be my devil. We each have our own path. In the end, if it weren't for me, the devil, you, the saint, would be worthless. Don't act like a savior every day; nobody will thank you. I get really annoyed just looking at you bunch of saints."

Xue Changqing sneered, "But we sages are far superior to your so-called righteous brothers, aren't we? You can't even let your guard down in front of your so-called brothers, yet you're completely at ease in front of us sages. Isn't that the truth?"

These words really hit Feng Yun where it hurt.

Feng Yun's face turned pale, but he had no words to refute her. He puffed out his cheeks, wanting to say that he also had brothers. But in the end, he didn't say it.

Xue Changqing has brothers everywhere; you can trust anyone with your back at heart.

How many of us are there?
Can this be compared?
People will only laugh at me if I tell them.

Feng Yun could only force a smile and say, "But you still can't get through, hahaha..."

Xue Changqing had the upper hand, a feeling I had never experienced before. I could actually win an argument with Feng Yun!
This is so awesome!
Just then, the starlight began to shine brightly, its purple glow filling the sky, exuding a majestic and noble aura, befitting an empress.

The selection chart lit up again.

Feng Yun's eyes lit up: "Lord Yan's name has been revealed. Let's see what it is."

Xue Changqing, forgetting his smugness, stared intently at the scene.

He was also very curious about Yan Beihan, the extraordinary woman who was currently considered the number one in the world. What was her name, her opening poem, and how was she evaluated?
Yan Beihan sat on the cloud seat, surrounded by purple aura, smiling. At the moment her name was revealed, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at Ye Meng, who was surrounded by holy light and looked like a celestial being descending to earth.

Ye Meng smiled and made a reassuring gesture.

Yan Beihan smiled.

A smile that captivates the city.

Purple starlight covered the earth and filled the sky, and a line of large characters slowly appeared.

(End of this chapter)