Swords emerge from the human world

Chapter 14: A Single Strike Hits, I'm Not Dead Yet
A lamp was also lit in the thatched cottage, an ordinary iron lamp.

Moving to the mountains is a way to experience life; it's just a temporary measure, so we're not too particular about many things.

Wang Fu sat under the lamp, his expression revealing something, appearing restless.

He couldn't calm down at all.

Suddenly I thought of Chen Jin's ancestral lamp and wondered if Chen Jin's calm and composed demeanor was related to this lamp.
Bang!

The wooden door of the thatched cottage was kicked open, and a black figure rushed in, bringing with it a gust of evil wind that extinguished the lights.

Wang Fu suddenly stood up, his voice trembling slightly: "Is it Meiniang?"

"it's me."

The voice was harsh, long gone from its former tenderness and affection, and instead carried a foul stench.

She strode over, grabbed Wang Fu by the waist, and threw him onto the bed.

Wang Fu was dizzy from the fall, thinking to himself: It's here, it's finally here... Chen Jin, don't let me down...

He reached out with his right hand, gripped a sharp weapon tightly, and waited for the right moment to strike.

……

After Chen Jin finished preparing, he stepped out of the mountain god temple, carrying a lantern in one hand and a sword in the other.

The mountain wind blew, causing the lamplight to flicker, but fortunately the lampshade protected it from being blown out.

Apart from the sound of the wind, all around was silent, without the chirping of insects.

A strange, foul odor wafted in the air and lingered.

Undeterred, he continued forward and soon arrived outside the thatched cottage.

The thatched cottage was pitch black, yet strange sounds emanated from it, like demons gnawing as they ate; and someone groaning in pain.

"Go to hell!"

A sudden scream.

This was followed by a roar.

*Smack!*

A large hole appeared in the wall of the thatched cottage, and a person walked through it, landing right at Chen Jin's feet.

With his disheveled hair and barely any clothes covering his body, wasn't that Wang Fu?
Wang Fu was ashen-faced, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looking utterly disheveled. He reached out and grabbed Chen Jin's trouser leg, saying with difficulty, "Brother Chen, it's all up to you now..."

Its head tilted to the side, and then it fell silent.

boom!
A monster rushed out and smashed through half of the wooden wall.

The man stood up, his body covered in black hair like thorns, his pupils as large as copper bells, and he looked extremely fierce.

Chen Jin took a breath and drew his sword to meet the attack.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Wang Fu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly moved again, nimbly using his hands and feet to scramble away.

This guy has a very strong will to survive and is afraid that if a fierce battle breaks out, he will be caught in the crossfire.

The mountain demon had a dagger embedded several inches deep in its chest, from which blood was gushing out.

It must be said that Wang Fu was quite capable; he withstood the pressure, found an opportunity to strike, and hit the bullseye with a single blow.

Enraged by this injury, the mountain demon chased after Wang Fu, intending to tear him to pieces.

It saw Chen Jin holding a long sword, and the bronze lamp.

Although the lamplight was dim, its glow flickered and wavered, as if it might unleash a sword beam at any moment.

The monster was terrified and turned to flee.

The night before last, it took a solid blow from Kui Xing's sword and was almost beheaded; it's now a frightened bird.

"Still want to leave?"

Chen Jin shouted and rushed forward, raising his sword and stabbing the mountain demon squarely in the back, the tip of the sword piercing through its chest.

The beast let out a miserable scream, lunged forward, and lost its ferocity.

In truth, a direct confrontation wouldn't have been so easy. But it was already severely injured, and tonight it had been stabbed by Wang Fu; how could it dare to fight Chen Jin?

Thinking only of escaping, they left the door wide open.

The Azure Cloud Sword was sharp and easy to use; Chen Jin delivered a chilling blow to his opponent without any hesitation.

The monster was not yet dead; it was still struggling on the ground.

Chen Jin drew his sword and stepped forward, intending to finish him off.

Suddenly, a clear voice rang out: "Wait!"

A white figure swept in at incredible speed, landing in front of Chen Jin in the blink of an eye.

Chen Jin was startled and subconsciously took three steps back, staring intently at the scene.

This person was tall and elegant, dressed in white, with his long hair tied up and his hair ribbon fluttering, exuding an indescribable air of freedom and grace.
His eyebrows were dark and elegant, his nose straight and prominent, and his eyes, like polished lacquer, possessed an otherworldly quality. What a handsome young man!

Chen Jin, on high alert, asked, "Who are you?"

The young man in white smiled politely and said, "My surname is Linghu, my given name is Xue Li, and I come from Qingqiu Cave Heaven."

"Qingqiu Grotto-Heaven?"

Upon hearing this name, Chen Jin became even more wary.

I remember Wang Fu saying that the "beautiful woman" came from this place.

The term "Dongtian" is unusual and cannot be used in ordinary places; it sounds very high-class and sophisticated.

However, this is just hearsay and should not be taken at face value.

Moreover, given the incident involving the mountain demon, who knows if the name was just made up?

Linghu Xueli pointed at the demon and explained, "This fiend impersonates Qingqiu, committing evil deeds and taking lives. I came here specifically to apprehend it after hearing about it."

Chen Jin narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Unfortunately, you're too late. I've already taken it."

Linghu Xueli nodded: "This scoundrel is cunning. I had already tracked down his whereabouts, but he hid in the mountains, which made me a step too late."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "May I ask how you are addressed?"

"Chen Jin".

"Do you have a courtesy name?"

Chen Jin pondered for a moment and said, "The character is 'Carrying a Sword'."

This is something I just thought of.

He had vowed in his youth that he would not write a poem until he achieved official rank, but he never expected that it would drag on until now.

Chen Jin, whose courtesy name was "Fu Jian" (meaning "carrying a sword"), does indeed have a certain significance.

Linghu Xueli said, "So it's Brother Fujian. Could you hand this fiend over to me? I will reward you handsomely."

"No."

Chen Jin refused outright.

"Oh, why is that?"

"Firstly, my classmates and I were almost harmed by this monster. We barely managed to defeat it, and that's our achievement. How can we just hand it over so easily? Secondly, who knows who you are? Maybe you're in cahoots with the mountain demons, taking it away and then releasing it to continue harming people. This kind of thing is nothing new."

Upon hearing this, Linghu Xueli was taken aback and gave Chen Jin a deep look: "Brother Fujian is right. I was inconsiderate. To prove my innocence, I should do something."

As he spoke, he waved his hand lightly, and a white light flew out from his sleeve, like a throwing knife.

The throwing knife flashed past, circled the struggling mandrill's neck, and its head fell to the ground.

Strangely, the cut was as smooth as a mirror, with not a trace of blood flowing out.

He retracted his flying blade, smiling broadly: "Now you should believe that I am not with this fiend, right?"

Chen Jin swallowed hard. For a moment, he hadn't been able to see the other party's method clearly. Could it be the legendary supernatural power?
Linghu Xueli's bright eyes darted around as she examined the Kui Xing Kicking the Dipper Lamp in Chen Jin's hand with great interest: "Your lamp is quite remarkable, but it's a pity you lack the method of its crafting, which obscures its brilliance. How about this, I'll exchange the relevant techniques for this demon's head so I can report back. Is that alright?"

Chen Jin thought to himself that this person was quite polite, and immediately agreed, "Okay."

Anyway, the mandrill's head is useless. If I can exchange it for a weapon-refining technique, that would be a huge profit.

Linghu Xueli took out a jade slip and handed it to Chen Jin. Then he wrapped the mountain demon's head with a cloth, clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Fujian. However, this weapon-refining technique is quite profound and difficult to master. I don't know if you can learn it. Well then, I still owe you a favor."

"It's easy to talk about."

Chen Jin was very satisfied.

"Then we'll meet again someday."

Linghu Xueli paused, then appeared several feet away, disappearing in a few leaps.

They are truly like immortals on land.

Based on such abilities and methods, Chen Jin chose to believe that the other party must really be from Qingqiu Cave Heaven.

I have no idea what kind of place it is, or where it is.

Looking at the mandrill's body again, blood gushed out, staining the grass red.

He first carefully hid the jade slip in his hand, then went to check on Wang Fu, who was lying under the tree: "Brother Wang, how are you?"

Wang Fu looked very unwell, and when he coughed, he coughed up blood: "Brother Chen, I'm afraid I'm not going to make it..."

Its head tilted to the side, and then it fell silent again.

Chen Jin sighed, gathered a pile of firewood and dry branches, lit a bonfire, threw the mandrill's corpse into the fire, and then went to move Wang Fu.

Wang Fu jolted awake, opened his eyes, and hurriedly cried out, "Wait, don't burn me! I'm not dead yet..."

(End of this chapter)