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Chapter 390. Alibi and Sylvia
Summers never imagined things would turn out this way.

He stood frozen in place, his gaze fixed on the floor, which was soaked in blood, the thick, dark red blood still slowly spreading along the cracks in the stone bricks.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the girl standing in the center of that blood-red scene.

She has black eyes, which are very rare here, and her hair is also black.

That face was radiant and bright when it smiled, but appeared somewhat cold and indifferent when it didn't.

The morning light shone behind her, gilding her figure with a pale gold edge.

A few days ago, the president sent someone to bring her here and told him to protect the patient. At the time, Summers thought the girl was very weak. Looking at her painful and fragile face, he felt some pity and sympathy.

However, the current scene completely changed his understanding of Jiang Jianxin.

More than a dozen red-robed believers collapsed around her, the gold thread embroidery on their fine robes still reflecting light, but they didn't even have a chance to draw their witch's staffs.

Blood gushed from the wound, pooling together and flowing over the threshold into the street.

"what--!"

In the corner, a diner holding a ceramic bowl finally let out the first scream.

The bowl shattered on the ground, and the mushy, unidentified chunks of meat inside, mixed with the broth, splattered everywhere.

Panic spread like wildfire throughout the room in an instant.

"Murder! Cult members are killing people!"

"Guards! Kill her! Kill that monster!"

"They're cultists! They're black cultists!"

The sounds of crying, colliding, and tables and chairs overturning exploded out.

People pushed and shoved each other toward the door, but stumbled and stopped in front of the pool of blood, not daring to step over it.

As the morning light grew brighter, it illuminated the crimson horror inside, leaving no place for it to hide.

Jiang Jianxin stood in the middle of the pool of blood, took a deep breath, and tried his best to suppress the agitation in his heart.

This was the first time someone had pointed a finger at her and said that the Tangguang Sword, which she cherished as her life, was a piece of junk.

For a swordsman, the insult to her sword is far more unbearable than the insult to her as a person.

The murderous intent that erupted just now almost completely overwhelmed his reason.

The voice in her head witnessed the whole thing, but didn't criticize her actions; it simply calmly reminded her:
[The digital coverage here is zero, there are no cameras in the shop, so all these people saw what you look like, so... you know.]

Jiang Jianxin understood, of course.

Because her hometown, the cultivation world, also has zero cameras.

Without electronic eyes watching everything, in absolute darkness, the right to interpret the truth naturally belongs to the strong.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the stunned blond youth, then reached out and pulled him behind her.

Then she slowly raised her right hand, her index and middle fingers joined together like a sword. When the two fingers were held three inches in front of her eyebrows, the air became thick and heavy.
"Ten Thousand Swords——"

As she uttered the syllable, a layer of silvery-white spiritual energy swept across her pupils.

"——Chaozong!"

The moment the last two words were uttered, all the metal objects in the shop simultaneously emitted a piercing shriek.

“Buzz——————————”

The rim of the iron basin curled upwards, stretching into a three-foot-long blade as it spun. The handle of the spoon grew outwards like bamboo joints, its blade tearing from the surface. Even the cans on the shelf deformed, their metal sheets peeling off, stretching, and sharpening. They hovered in mid-air, trembling slightly, emitting a low, thirsty hum.

Jiang Jianxin pressed down gently with his two fingers together.

"Whizzing--"

"Whoosh whoosh—"

"Whoosh-"

In the next instant, countless silver lines flashed and crisscrossed in the narrow space, so fast that only afterimages remained. The sound of them cutting through the air was like a sudden rainstorm striking iron, short, dense, and then abruptly stopped.

The noise subsided, and the room was filled with silence.

Only a body lying askew on the ground, and two people standing silently at the door, were silhouetted against the increasingly bright morning light, casting long, cold shadows.

Jiang Jianxin slowly lowered his arm.

Her white clothes remained spotless, not even a drop of blood on her cuffs.

Only a few wisps of hair on her forehead were blown up by the surge of spiritual energy and then gently fell back down.

While using sword energy to sweep across is fast, it's easy to leave a few survivors. The best way to eliminate the threat completely is still the "Ten Thousand Swords Converging" technique.

Having grown up in the dog-eat-dog world of cultivation, the Sword Master was able to become a Sword Master without any trouble, so of course he understood the essence of double-crossing.

In the world of talent, where the law still existed, she lived a comfortable life as a female college student. However, after merging with the Sword Master's memories, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Even now, having arrived in this world without cameras or electronic surveillance, the first thing I do is slaughter a shady restaurant, and a familiar feeling washes over me again.

It's a world where swordsmen roam the martial world, a replica of the cultivation world, just as dark, just as full of villains.

And she was still the Sword Master, with Tang Guang also hanging at her waist.

"go!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Jianxin grabbed Summers' arm and pulled him out of the store.

The sound of the guards' heavy footsteps could be heard from the street corner. Without hesitation, she grabbed Summers and leaped onto the rooftops, quickly traversing the rooftops.

As she passed a towering chimney, she used the momentum to flip over and land lightly in a dark alleyway on another street.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, she took out a red robe and a white scarf from the space watch on her wrist, quickly put them on, and then casually merged into the flow of people on the street.

Summers immediately understood her gesture, raising his hand to remove the conspicuous dress coat, revealing a silk half-open collar long gown underneath—a rather common outfit among nobles.

He casually draped his coat over his arm, and calmly adjusted his collar with his other hand, his expression already composed.

"hiss------"

A sharp scraping sound came from behind them, and they saw a flying carriage descending at a low altitude, gliding down the street behind them.

Jiang Jianxin noticed that the carriage was heading towards him, so he gently pulled Summers aside, and the two of them stepped aside.

The carriage curtain was lifted by a folding fan, and Sylvia peeked out with a smile:
"Hey! Young Master Summers, you're strolling around so fast, are we already in this area?"

In that split second, Summers answered fluently:
"Oh, that area is full of restaurants. I was planning to buy some bandages. I came back to this area after you left, otherwise I wouldn't have been here so quickly."

Without taking the rooftop shortcut, the route between the two streets would normally involve a long detour, but Sylvia didn't suspect anything. She laughed heartily and, fanning herself, reminded her:

“There’s a cultist on the street you went to before, and I heard he’s accompanied by a nobleman. Young Master Summers, just wander around here and don’t go any further over there.”

Summers bowed gracefully, a fitting smile playing on his lips:

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Sylvia. I wish you all the best today."