Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

As the setting sun cast its golden rays upon Wei Wu, bathing him in a radiant glow, a cool breeze carrying the chill of melting snow blew into the hall, stirring up Li Xunhuan's scattered breaths and revealing his crimson eyes, which appeared as pale as gray, devoid of all emotion.

The hall remained silent for a long time, so long that everyone forgot to breathe, listening to their own increasingly rapid heartbeats, and subconsciously covered their mouths.

Tread...  

The moment the footsteps sounded.

Everyone who was watching remembered that they were still individuals, took a deep breath, and looked at the newcomer with relief and gratitude. Then their eyes widened in surprise, their emotions becoming complicated.

The person who came was Lin Shiyin.

She looked to be in her early thirties, her delicate face showing no signs of age, her features cool and aloof, as if veiled by a layer of sorrow, making her indistinct.

Her dark hair, flowing like a waterfall, should have naturally cascaded over her fair and delicate shoulders, but now it trembled with her hurried and flustered steps, occasionally brushing against her cheeks and obscuring her mouth and nose.

She wore a plain white dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her movements as she passed through a path spontaneously cleared by many martial arts practitioners.

Her eyes were deep, filled with an intense sadness, disbelief, and bewilderment that made them appear even more tender and pitiful.

His eyes reflected Wei Wu's golden silhouette and Li Xunhuan's lifeless eyes.

Wei Wu seemed to sense something, turned his head and saw Lin Shiyin. A slight smile appeared on his serious face, which he quickly suppressed, and said something trivial:

"Sister-in-law, how have you been these days?"

Li Xunhuan avoided Lin Shiyin's gaze. Even though he could clearly feel that the gaze in her eyes was like nails piercing his body, he still kept his head down, letting the tears of blood fall, without having the slightest courage to meet her eyes.

Lin Shiyin also saw Long Xiaoyun lying flat on the ground. She saw the ferocity in his face before he died and the pain of not closing his eyes even after death. Her hurried steps stopped.

She didn't answer Wei Wu's nonsense, but closed her eyes, tears streaming down her sorrowful face. Her whole being exuded an unspeakable fragility, carrying a brokenness that made one want to hold her in their arms.

In terms of appearance, Lin Shiyin is no match for Lin Xian'er. Even Long Xiaoyun and Li Xunhuan have to admit this fact.

But in terms of temperament, ten Lin Xian'ers combined cannot compare to Lin Shiyin.

One is a peony, which can be picked by anyone, yet always dreams of outshining all other flowers; the other is a plum blossom, which has endured wind and rain and suffered from frost.

The plum blossoms trembled slightly in the wind. "What happened?" Her soft voice held no trace of sorrow. She had experienced too many tragedies and was adept at hiding the pain in her heart.

"My older brother...is dead..."

Li Xunhuan's voice grew increasingly hoarse. He stumbled backward, making way for him, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect him well..."

"What do you have to apologize for? It's not the first time."

Lin Shiyin stared intently, completely ignoring Wei Wu. Her gaze was fixed only on her cousin and husband, and her tears remained hidden in her heart.

She took a deep breath and forced a smile. "In the martial world, life and death are unpredictable. You never know who you might offend. Xiaoyun has been gone long enough. Let her rest in peace."

Lin Shiyin was unwilling to investigate who killed Long Xiaoyun and what conspiracy lay behind it.

What good will it do to find out?

The dead cannot be brought back to life.

She was a weak woman, unable to avenge them—

The only one who can avenge them is Li Xunhuan.

Lin Shiyin harbored no resentment towards Li Xunhuan, only regret!

From the moment she married Long Xiaoyun, she was a woman of the Long family. In her eyes, the Long family had stolen the Li family's business, so she naturally felt guilty towards Li Xunhuan.

So, looking at this huge hall, Lin Shiyin gently tidied her hair, "Once they are buried, this place should be returned to its rightful owner."

"No!" Li Xunhuan suddenly looked up, his heart clenching. He desperately wanted to say, "I can take care of you," "I will protect you," but after a moment or two of hesitation, what came out was:

"This is your home, and you are the master of this place."

He swallowed the blood that rose to his throat with difficulty, trying to straighten his back, but he always felt that he was shorter than Lin Shiyin. He said in a not calm tone, "I, I still want to go to the frontier."

"Then what are you coming back for?"

Lin Shiyin pressed for an answer.

Her voice was soft, yet it pierced Li Xunhuan's heart like a knife.

Lin Shiyin didn't get an answer, and shook her head, saying, "This is not my home."

A smile appeared on her face, not a forced smile, but a smile born of extreme sorrow, a smile born of not knowing what expression to wear. "I have no home either."

Wei Wu watched quietly, as if he were watching a long, tedious, and melodramatic soap opera, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

He did indeed covet his sister-in-law.

But he admitted that he was despicable; he was simply lusting after his sister-in-law's body and her violet-like charm.

To speak of the heart...

He only ever eats watermelon to quench his thirst, he doesn't care whether it's sweet or not!

So Wei Wu quietly moved aside and came to Long Xiaoyun's side, bowing his head to examine him carefully, trying to see if the guy was really dead or just pretending.

But what puzzled him was that, whether it was the external autopsy or the internal examination using his true qi, Long Xiaoyun was a standard dead man.

But the fact that the other party died so easily made him wonder if it was too simple.

Wei Wu began to investigate the cause of Long Xiaoyun's death.

Myocardial infarction?

Angina pectoris?

Wei Wu's eyebrows were furrowed high, like the character "几", until he pried open Long Xiaoyun's mouth.

"Taking poison?"

Wei Wu was so angry at the result that he laughed.

But even if you abandon everything impossible, the answer you get, no matter how outrageous, is still the truth.

Long Xiaoyun died by poisoning!

This outcome was unacceptable not only to him, but also to Li Xunhuan and Lin Shiyin.

"Big brother...why would he...?"

Li Xunhuan only asked half of his question before pain appeared in his eyes.

A person who can achieve third place in the written exam and third place in the martial arts world is definitely not a fool.

But often, his quick wit brings him not glory, but pain.

Who among those present is the most skilled at using poison?

Cao Cao (Wei Wu)

If Long Xiaoyun shows signs of poisoning, who is the most suspected?

Cao Cao (Wei Wu)

If Long Xiaoyun hadn't died and had instead spoken out to sow discord, Li Xunhuan would have fought Wei Wu to the death to retrieve the antidote.

When the snipe and the clam fight, only Long Xiaoyun benefits.

But now it is Long Xiaoyun who is reaping the bitter fruit of his own actions!

Li Xunhuan slumped to the ground, rubbing his face hard with both hands, unwilling to believe the truth.

But he still said it.

Wei Wu's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, but the doubt in his eyes remained. With Long Xiaoyun's shrewdness, would he poison himself so easily?

He glanced at Lin Shiyin out of the corner of his eye and caught a glimpse of panic on the woman's face. A sudden inspiration flashed through his mind—

The Precious Mirror of Pitying Flowers!