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The road to Shu is harder than ascending to heaven!
Cancong and Yufu, how vague their founding of the state! Forty-eight thousand years have passed since then, and they have not had any contact with the Qin region.

There is a bird path leading west to Taibai Mountain, which can traverse the summit of Mount Emei. The earth collapsed and the mountains crumbled, and brave men died, and only then were the heavenly ladders and stone walkways linked together.

Above, there are towering peaks where six dragons turn back to face the sun; below, there are rushing, turbulent rivers.

Even the yellow crane cannot fly over it, and monkeys and apes hesitate to climb. How winding and twisting is Qingni, with nine turns every hundred steps, circling the cliffs and peaks. Gazing at the stars and constellations, I gasp for breath, then sit down and sigh deeply, hand on my chest.

When will you return from your journey to the West? The perilous path is too steep to climb.

But I see a mournful bird crying in the ancient tree, the male flying alongside the female, circling among the trees. Again I hear the cuckoo crying in the moonlit night, filling the empty mountains with sorrow.

The road to Shu is more difficult than ascending to heaven; hearing this makes one's face pale.

The peaks rise to the sky, barely an inch above the ground; withered pines hang upside down, clinging to the precipice. Rushing torrents and waterfalls roar and rumble, crashing against the cliffs and churning rocks like thunder in ten thousand valleys.

Such is the danger; alas, you who have traveled from afar, why have you come?

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Since ancient times, the roads into Sichuan and Chongqing have been known for their difficulty, as they are surrounded by mountains, with towering peaks and deep valleys.

The river flows like a ribbon, converging and connecting, creating a magnificent yet perilous landscape.

The journey into Sichuan involved traversing the winding mountain paths of the Dalou and Daba Mountains by land, and the perilous Three Gorges by water. Therefore, regardless of the chaos outside Sichuan, whoever could establish themselves as a ruler within its borders, with its dense network of waterways and the self-flowing irrigation system of the Dujiangyan Irrigation System, and its developed agriculture, could secure a temporary peace and thus earn the reputation of "Land of Abundance."

Although the Shu region is predominantly Han Chinese, it is also home to more than forty other ethnic minorities such as the Qiang and Yi, making it rich in local customs.

Yi Huwei settled in Shangyong City, north of Dushui in Fangling County. It was one of the major stations on the main route to Shu County. If he traveled half a day further west, he could enter the mountainous area of ​​the Daba Mountains.

The city was nominally under the control of Zhu Can, but in reality it was controlled by a combination of former Sui officials and local gangs. As a result, it was fortunate that it was not ravaged and harmed by Zhu Can's Garuda army, but was only exploited to a limited extent.

According to the intelligence sent by Zhu Yuyan, all the gangs in Sichuan and the surrounding area regard the Sichuan Gang as their leader. The Sichuan Gang is one of the largest forces outside Duzun Fort. Its leader, "Gun King" Fan Zhuo, is highly skilled in martial arts and proficient in using a long spear. He is on par with "Martial Arts Judge" Xie Hui and is highly respected in the martial arts world.

Shangyong City was not large, but due to its strategic location, it was bustling with merchants and martial arts figures from all directions. Yi Huawei found a seemingly safe inn, entrusted his green horse to it, and instructed the innkeeper to take good care of it before drifting out of the city.

He carried no luggage, dressed in a simple blue robe, all alone. Leaving the city and stepping into the countryside, his steps appeared leisurely and unhurried, like a scholar enjoying the spring scenery. With each step, he was already several feet away.

The dirt paths, the crisscrossing fields, the streams and pebbles—all were smooth roads beneath his feet. His speed was no less than that of a galloping horse, yet he carried an indescribable air of carefree ease, as if he were not traveling, but rather the road itself was rushing past beneath his feet.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they had already covered over a hundred li. The terrain ahead suddenly changed, and a majestic, continuous, verdant mountain range, like the spine of a giant dragon, stretched across the vast plain, blocking their path. That was the first natural barrier to entering Sichuan—the eastern foothills of the Daba Mountains.

By this time, the sun was already setting in the west, and the sky was ablaze with brilliant sunset colors, outlining the mountains in a golden-red hue. A mountain breeze began to rise, bringing with it the rustling of the trees and a refreshing coolness.

Just as Yi Huawei was about to step into the mountains, suddenly—

A melodious, bell-like laugh, tinged with a subtle allure, drifted from a dense primeval forest in the southwest. Immediately following was a series of crisp, rapid sounds, like the clashing of metal on a jade plate!

The sound was particularly abrupt in the desolate mountains and fields, clearly indicating that there were experts engaged in a fierce battle in the forest.

Yi Huawei raised an eyebrow slightly, his movements showing no hesitation, but his direction subtly shifted, like a drifting cloud blown by the wind, silently heading towards the source of the sound.

He moved with incredible speed, yet with unbelievable agility. He passed through dense forests where branches intertwined, yet not a single leaf touched his clothes; he crossed a clear, babbling stream, the water rippling only slightly.

In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed the waist-deep grassy area between two low hills. With a light touch of his toes on the grass tips, his body rose from the ground like a weightless feather and quietly landed on the horizontal branch of an ancient pine tree at the top of a small hill, perfectly concealing himself in the dense shade of the tree.

Just then, the last rays of sunset sank into the western mountains, and a bright moon quietly rose into the sky, its clear light shining down and illuminating a small clearing in the woods below the hill as bright as day.

On the open ground, two slender figures were locked in a dazzling battle, their sword energy and palm winds surging and stirring up fallen leaves.

Yi Huawei's gaze fell, a knowing glint in his eyes.

It was indeed them.

One of the women, dressed in a lake-green scholar's robe—a man's attire—could not conceal her unparalleled beauty. Her figure was tall and graceful, her elegance beyond compare. Her jade-like face was partially hidden behind a pale blue veil, revealing only a pair of unforgettable eyes, clear as a deep pool, yet possessing a sharp, sword-like edge.

Holding a long sword of antique elegance, its blade gleaming with a cool, moonlit glow, was Shi Feixuan, the successor of Cihang Jingzhai. Her aura was ethereal and otherworldly, like a fairy descended from the moon palace. Even amidst the fierce battle, she maintained a near-perfect composure. Her swordplay was exquisite and sharp, imbued with a righteous spirit, each thrust aimed precisely at the opponent's weaknesses. Her opponent, however, was the complete opposite. She was a young woman in a short black silk dress, revealing long, straight, and flawlessly smooth legs. Unshoes and socks adorned her delicate ankles and glistening toes, which shimmered alluringly in the moonlight. Her face was infinitely charming, a half-smile playing on her lips, her eyes possessing a captivating allure, like a solitary orchid blooming in the night, both innocent and alluring. Her long, black hair, loosely tied up with a simple ebony hairpin, added a touch of languid charm.

Her figure was elusive and ghostly, sometimes soaring through the air like a night elf, wielding two short blades that were as sinister and ruthless as venomous fangs; at other times, a white ribbon would fly out from her wide sleeves, sometimes as soft as silken threads, sometimes as sharp as a steel whip cutting through the air, ever-changing and impossible to defend against. She was none other than Wanwan, the successor of the Yin Gui Sect.

Her moves were full of allure and danger. Every smile, every frown, every tremor of her skin seemed to contain deadly intent. Her demonic aura spread silently, trying to disturb her opponent's mind.

Under the moonlight, a celestial being and a demon, two exquisitely beautiful figures, were locked in fierce combat.

Shi Feixuan's Void Sword transformed into countless cold stars, like a sudden storm or a rainbow traversing the sky, showcasing the exquisite beauty of the Cihang Sword Manual to its fullest extent. Her body moved with the sword, her movements graceful and agile, always narrowly avoiding Wanwan's unpredictable attacks. The tip of her sword always precisely struck the points where the Heavenly Demon Double Slash or the ribbon's power shifted, producing crisp, ringing sounds of impact. Her Bird Crossing Technique had reached perfection; within a small area, she moved and dodged like a startled swan dancing under the moonlight.

Wanwan, like a dancer in the darkness, transformed slaughter into a beautiful art. Her Twin Demon Slashes unleashed streaks of eerie light, slicing through the air with a hissing sound, targeting vital points. Her Demonic Ribbon was even more elusive, sometimes coiling like a serpent to bind the sword's momentum; sometimes flashing like a sharp blade, slashing and sweeping; sometimes suddenly softening, wrapping around Shi Feixuan's wrists and ankles like a lover's arm, extremely dangerous. Her giggles were incessant, as if this wasn't a life-or-death struggle, but a fun game. Yet, the Demonic Force field contained within her laughter was pervasive, attempting to shake Shi Feixuan's clear sword heart.

"Witch! Today you will be executed here to prevent you from causing further harm to the world!"

Shi Feixuan's voice was cold and clear. Her swordplay suddenly intensified, and a dazzling sword light shone forth, like moonlight condensing, piercing straight into Wanwan's heart. It was the ultimate move from the Cihang Sword Manual—"Sword Heart Clarity"!
"Hehehe... Fairy Master, you have such a cruel heart!"

Wanwan giggled, her body bending backward in a breathtaking arc as if boneless, narrowly avoiding the sword's edge. With a light touch of her toes on the ground, she soared into the air like a black whirlwind, her Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes slashing down, bringing forth two intersecting black energies that twisted towards Shi Feixuan's jade neck like demonic scissors!
"I just admire your fairy-like beauty and want to get closer to you~"

Shi Feixuan's expression remained unchanged. She spun her sword in a circle, drawing a perfect ring. The sword energy was menacing, as if building an invisible wall of energy.

"Qiang!"

The clash of their energies produced a deafening roar. Both of them swayed simultaneously, drifting back several feet before landing on the ground, their breathing slightly rapid.

Clearly, this fierce battle had been going on for some time. The two were evenly matched, each with their own strengths and techniques, and neither could gain the upper hand.

Shi Feixuan's Cihang Sword Manual was righteous and awe-inspiring, suppressing evil arts, but Wanwan's Heavenly Demon Art was unpredictable and ever-changing, with her seductive techniques and force field interference being particularly difficult to defend against. For a time, they were evenly matched, like two equally matched generals, and were locked in a stalemate.

The moonlight shone on them, one as ethereal as a fairy, the other as alluring as a demon, creating a stunningly beautiful and impactful scene.

Yi Huawei stood quietly on a pine branch, his figure seemingly blending into the tree, his aura perfectly concealed. His gaze calmly surveyed the fierce battle between the two most outstanding successors of the righteous and evil paths below.

Unable to gain the upper hand after a long battle, Shi Feixuan suddenly changed her sword style with a thought!
The Void Sword in his hand emitted a clear, resonant hum, as if echoing the bright moon in the sky. The sword's brilliance intensified, the cool moonlight seemingly drawn to its tip, making that single point of cold light dazzlingly bright. His aura grew increasingly ethereal and otherworldly, as if he had merged with the heavens and earth. Each thrust of his sword carried a vast and powerful force, like a vast, all-encompassing net that let nothing escape its reach!
"Compassionate salvation, sword to ferry all beings across!"

Shi Feixuan let out a clear shout, her figure seemingly transforming into a pale green streak of light. Her sword techniques were no longer bound by specific forms; sometimes they were like a gentle drizzle, penetrating every crevice; sometimes they were like a surging river, flowing for thousands of miles; and sometimes they were like clouds rolling and unfurling, ever-changing and unpredictable.

As the sword tip trembled, countless cold stars poured down like a cascading Milky Way, completely enveloping all of Wanwan's dodging space! The incomparably sharp sword energy tore through the air, emitting a hissing sound, and even carved shallow pits into the ground.

She had pushed the "Sword Heart Clarity" realm to its current limit, her mind crystal clear, reflecting even the slightest fluctuations and flaws in Wanwan's Heavenly Demon aura. Each sword strike precisely targeted the nodes of Wanwan's true energy circulation and the gaps in her movement techniques, forcing her to repeatedly parry. The frequency of the clashes between the Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes and the Color Void Sword suddenly increased, bursting out a series of dense, metallic clangs like a torrential downpour on banana leaves!

"Ding ding ding ding... Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and a burst of energy surged forth!
A barely perceptible hint of seriousness flickered across Wanwan's usually charmingly smiling face. She was like a small black boat adrift in a raging storm, swaying precariously amidst Shi Feixuan's increasingly ferocious and fierce swordplay. She pushed her Heavenly Demon Body Technique to its limit; her delicate body sometimes swayed like a willow in the breeze, narrowly avoiding fatal sword strikes; at other times, she moved like a ghostly phantom, leaving afterimages in her wake while her true form slid several feet away.

The Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes danced like two black whirlwinds, desperately trying to block the omnipresent sword energy. But with each collision, her arms went slightly numb, and her blood surged. The elusive Heavenly Demon Ribbon was now used more for defense, coiling around her like a white python, constantly deflecting and swerving the incoming sword light, making muffled "thud" sounds.

"Hehe...Is Fairy Shi really angry?"

Wanwan still refused to admit defeat, but her giggles carried a hint of urgency: "Being so fierce, you might never get married!"

However, she had already begun to consider retreating. Her original intention for this trip was not to fight Shi Feixuan to the death, but rather to take the opportunity to find out the background of this successor of Cihang Jingzhai and to test her own skills. Now that she had achieved most of her goal, Shi Feixuan's "Sword Heart Clarity" was indeed powerful. Continuing to fight would not be of much use and might even result in both of them being seriously injured.

However, Shi Feixuan's attacks were relentless, her sword intent locking onto her entire aura. How could she retreat so easily? Every time she tried to feint and retreat, Shi Feixuan's predictable sword moves would block her path, forcing her to turn around and fight back.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of quick blows. Shi Feixuan's swordplay was like a rainbow, pressing forward relentlessly, making it increasingly difficult for Wanwan to defend herself, and she was constantly in danger. After a fierce clash, Wanwan's delicate body trembled slightly, and she drifted backward, her toes leaving two shallow marks on the ground. Her breathing became noticeably more rapid, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on her forehead.

Shi Feixuan pressed her advantage relentlessly, her Sekong Sword flashing with a moon-white light like a bolt of lightning. The sword energy was chilling and piercing, aimed straight at Wanwan's throat. This sword strike contained all of her power, determined to succeed in one fell swoop!
Wanwan's pupils contracted slightly. She crossed the Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes in front of her chest, her true energy surging wildly, preparing to take the earth-shattering sword strike head-on! A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, clearly indicating that she was also prepared to fight to the death!

At this critical moment!
A green shadow appeared between the two without warning, as if he had always been there but had never been noticed.

The newcomer's appearance was so abrupt, yet so natural, as if he were meant to be inserted into this fierce battle. (End of Chapter)