The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 408 Qin Hongmian Knife, Bai Feng Jade Statue, Madam Wang.
shhhhhh!
Three hidden arrows shot towards Dao Baifeng's back, flashing with cold light and moving with lightning speed.

Xu Xingchen, who followed her to this courtyard, immediately recognized the person who broke through the roof and flew out as Mu Wanqing, dressed in black and with her face covered by a black cloth.

She was dressed exactly like Qin Hongmian, her martial arts moves were exactly the same, and even the hidden arrows she fired from her sleeves were exactly the same.

However, these were not Xu Xingchen's main concerns. His focus was on the room that Mu Wanqing had broken through the roof of, which was the room he was staying in tonight.

There was nothing else inside except for the jade statue wrapped in black cloth.

So, why Mu Wanqing would hide in her own room to launch a sneak attack is quite intriguing!
Xu Xingchen shook her head and sighed softly.
He had forgotten that Mu Wanqing had once seen the true appearance of the jade statue!
Later, when they were walking together, Mu Wanqing never mentioned the resemblance between the jade statue and the wicked old woman surnamed Wang from Suzhou, which gradually made him lower his guard.

However, that makes sense.

He was not afraid of Mu Wanqing, Qin Hongmian, or even Duan Zhengchun. So why should he be wary?
above the roof
Although Mu Wanqing's sneak attack was sudden, Dao Baifeng's reaction was also quick.

A burst of white light shot out from her body and merged with the whisk in her hand.

next moment.
The three thousand white threads surged wildly, spreading rapidly and instantly encircling Dao Baifeng, transforming into a hazy silk curtain.

Ding Ding Ding!
Three hidden arrows struck the hazy silk curtain, producing a metallic clang, before bouncing off.

With a flick of her wrist, Dao Baifeng's inner force, relying on the three thousand white threads formed by the floating dust, suddenly surged, forming a net that covered Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing drew her longsword, its light flashing as she desperately tried to fend off the three thousand white silk threads surrounding her.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding.
The sword light clashed fiercely with the three thousand white silk threads, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening.

Even with all her might, Mu Wanqing was still unable to withstand the inescapable net formed by the three thousand white silk threads.

Seeing this, Qin Hongmian let out a long roar, and two balls of red light shot out from her body, enveloping the two Shura Blades in her hands.

The two Asura Blades immediately flew out of his hands, transforming into two red blades about ten feet long, which swirled and danced in the air.

In the next instant, the two red blades collided, unleashing a deafening clang of metal against metal.

Two beams of red light burst forth, breaking through Duan Zhengchun's obstruction and striking the three thousand white silk threads in front of them like lightning.

Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang.
Each strand of white silk, formed from internal energy, split in two, the sound of it breaking like a snapping harp string, crisp and melodious.

However.
How many white hairs there are!

Furthermore, Dao Baifeng's internal energy continued to spread, generating new white threads.

Qin Hongmian's two red blades danced wildly, slashing back and forth, cutting off one white thread after another, only to be gradually enveloped and covered by more white.

However, Mu Wanqing, who had been driven to the brink of despair, managed to escape.

With a wave of his hand, three more hidden arrows shot out, heading straight for Dao Baifeng's back.

This move is intended to harass the enemy, but it is not very effective against Dao Baifeng, who is surrounded by three thousand white silk threads.

call out!
A thin beam of light flashed through the air.

The three hidden arrows immediately changed direction.

Click!

A hidden arrow shattered a tile at its feet; another fell into the courtyard below; and yet another shot into the sky, disappearing without a trace.

However, Duan Zhengchun used a strange technique: the One-Finger Divine Skill.

Clang!
Its body clashed with metal, and its red light shone brightly.

Two red blades, like dragons emerging from the sea, tore through layers of white silk curtains, charged out, and returned to Qin Hongmian's side.

Three thousand white threads burst through the air, like a demonic dragon stirring up the sea, turning the world upside down. Halfway there, they suddenly expanded and dispersed, turning into three thousand sharp arrows that rushed towards Qin Hongmian on the other side.

"Madam, please have mercy!"

Duan Zhengchun appeared in front of the three thousand white-haired women. With a flick of his arm, he used the extraordinary technique, One-Finger Divine Skill, to draw a circle about ten feet in size in the air.

Within the area covered by the ring, the three thousand white hairs seemed to encounter an impenetrable wall, and all lost their sharpness and strength.

Dao Baifeng was so angry she felt like her lungs were about to explode!
With a flick of her whisk, three thousand strands of white silk immediately rolled back, crisscrossing and weaving into a constantly rotating white curtain within a radius of about ten feet around her.

Dao Baifeng, standing behind a white curtain, shouted, "Duan Zhengchun, why are you going against me for this wild woman outside?"

Three zhang away, Qin Hongmian, surrounded by two red blades, did not make a move for the time being. She just sneered and said, "Duan Lang has more than just me as a woman outside; in this room right under our feet, there is also that jade statue of that Wang from Suzhou." "What? That bitch Wang from Suzhou!" As Dao Baifeng gritted her teeth, the white curtains that were swirling around her were peeled away one by one, dispersing and then transforming into a white waterfall, which cascaded down from the hole in the roof.

A moment later, the white waterfall cascaded upwards, lifting up a jade statue completely covered in a black cloak and tossing it into the air above.

As the three thousand white silk threads detached from and were retracted from the jade statue, a crisp tearing sound rang out in the night.

The black cloak that had been covering the jade statue was torn to pieces, turning into butterflies that scattered in all directions.

The jade statue was fully exposed to everyone's gaze.

It tumbled a series of somersaults several meters in the air, its white body reflecting the torches on the ground and the moonlight in the night sky. Every corner of its clothes, every turn, and every curve of its body shimmered with a beautiful halo of light.

A figure suddenly shot up from the courtyard, soaring several feet into the air, and caught the violently tumbling jade statue with a palm outstretched.

Then, it spun around and landed on the roof of a nearby, intact side room.

The person who made the move was Xu Xingchen.

He gently placed the statue on the roof ridge, looked it over, and then said with a smile, "Thank goodness! Thank goodness it wasn't damaged!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than three exclamations suddenly came from the rooftop.

Qin Hongmian said coldly, "Just like that wicked old woman surnamed Wang."

Dao Baifeng shouted angrily, "That woman surnamed Wang is shameless! She actually carved such a jade statue in her own image!"

Duan Zhengchun stared blankly at the jade statue, his voice trembling as he called out in an extremely gentle voice, "Qingluo."

Duan Yu, who was in the courtyard, heard the exclamations of the three people on the roof.
The first two calls had already made his face turn dark, and he had a bad feeling; when his cheap old man called out the "name" of the jade statue with deep affection, his dark face turned even grayer.

He was petrified once again!

The four guards surrounding the statue, as well as the soldiers on the ground, all showed a hint of bewilderment when they saw it. Many of the weaker-willed individuals began to stare blankly, their eyes glazed over, as if possessed, their eyes fixed on the jade statue.
Just like when Duan Yu first saw this jade statue in Langhuan Paradise.
above the roof
Xu Xingchen moved swiftly, blocking the jade statue, and said with a smile to the three people, "Excuse me, you've mistaken me for someone else! This jade statue is not some wicked old woman surnamed Wang from Suzhou, nor is it the Qingluo that Prince Duan mentioned; it was carved based on the likeness of the Holy Maiden of my Xiaoyao Sect, and it is about forty or fifty years old."

"Huh?!" Duan Zhengchun exclaimed in bewilderment, wanting to take another good look at the jade statue's appearance, but the roof was too narrow for his eyes to pass over Xu Xingchen's figure.

Unless, he goes around in another direction.

However, just as Duan Zhengchun was about to move, the two women beside him simultaneously snorted coldly and glared angrily at him.

Qin Hongmian angrily asked, "Duan Lang, do you intend to move that jade statue into your room and admire it every night?"

Dao Baifeng said coldly, "Your Highness, after all these years, you still can't let go of that wretched woman surnamed Wang!"

Faced with such a hellish scene, even a seasoned lover like Duan Zhengchun wore a bitter smile, his feet rooted to the spot, daring not to move.

Seeing that Duan Zhengchun had temporarily calmed down, Qin Hongmian and Dao Baifeng turned to look at Xu Xingchen again.

Because Xu Xingchen had once saved her son Duan Yu, Dao Baifeng frowned, unsure of what to say.

Qin Hongmian didn't have many concerns, but she also knew from her daughter Mu Wanqing that Xu Xingchen's martial arts were unfathomable, so when she asked, her tone was extremely polite: "Young Master Xu, is the jade sculpture behind you really the Holy Maiden of your Xiaoyao Sect?"

Xu Xingchen stood tall and nodded solemnly, saying, "That's right, the owner of this statue is named Li Qiushui, the Holy Maiden of my Xiaoyao Sect, and is definitely not the Madam Wang you speak of; the two may just look somewhat alike."

Qin Hongmian wanted to refute, but thinking of the various scenarios her daughter had described, she ultimately let out a helpless sigh: "Fine! Whether the jade statue behind Young Master Xu is that vile woman surnamed Wang or your Xiaoyao Sect's Holy Maiden, it doesn't matter."

The two red sword lights that had been flying around her suddenly fell back into her hands. The red sword lights receded like a tide, transforming back into two Asura Blades.

Qin Hongmian turned to look at Duan Zhengchun, her expression sorrowful, and said, "Duan Lang, you are so heartless! You abandoned me and our daughter, and haven't cared for us for so many years, not even coming to find us."

Duan Zhengchun's mind jolted, his thoughts finally snapping out of the jade statue. He turned to Qin Hongmian and asked in surprise, "What? Our daughter?"

Qin Hongmian pointed at Mu Wanqing, who had failed in her sneak attack and was standing motionless to the side, and said, "She is our daughter."

Duan Zhengchun quickly turned his head to look.
Dao Baifeng's gaze also turned in that direction.

In the courtyard
Stunned, Duan Yu stared blankly at the people on the roof, feeling as if he had just heard another unbelievable piece of news.
The four guards on the nearby rooftops had different expressions: some looked up at the sky, some looked down at the ground, some had blank stares, and some had wandering expressions.

They continued to play dumb, but their ears were all quietly perked up.
Of all those present, Mu Wanqing was the most bewildered!
Her earlier sneak attack had failed to have any effect on her master's enemy, so she landed on a nearby rooftop, still pondering how to help her master.

But who would have thought that the twists and turns of events would be completely beyond her expectations?

After many twists and turns, it ended up involving her.

One time
Mu Wanqing was petrified, just like Duan Yu in the courtyard!
(End of this chapter)