Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

But right now, he's still not quite there yet.

Bai Yifei may look young, but he is actually quite old. This difference in strength is simply the result of time and experience.

"Your other sword is still not drawn?" Bai Yifei said in a teasing tone while suppressing Wei Zhuang.

In just a few rounds, Wei Zhuang had several wounds on his arms and waist, and the blood soaked through his black clothes, but was frozen into a dark ice shell by the cold air.

Wei Zhuang's eyes sharpened, and he said in a cold voice, "Since you want to see it, then I'll let you see."

Before he finished speaking, his left hand suddenly pressed on the scabbard of another sword at his waist.

With a soft "whoosh," the Heart Sword was drawn from its sheath, its blade gleaming with a faint light, and a flowing warmth seemed to reside within its edge.

As the Heart Sword was drawn, a strange power immediately overflowed from the sword and flowed into Wei Zhuang's meridians through his palm.

In the blink of an eye, the wounds on his body that were still bleeding healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, without leaving any scars.

Bai Yifei's gaze did not fall on the wound, but was fixed on the Heart Sword.

He suddenly realized that the blood in his body was beginning to surge uncontrollably, and his originally smooth-flowing internal energy was also becoming sluggish. That familiar feeling of being disturbed made his pupils suddenly contract.

"So it was you on that day!"

Bai Yifei recognized him instantly.

That day, a fire broke out at Emerald Tiger Manor. Tianze took advantage of the chaos to appear. He wanted to give chase, but was stopped by a mysterious person halfway.

The man's figure was concealed by a black robe, and the sword in his hand could easily interrupt his martial arts, forcing him to abandon the pursuit.

Now, that familiar sense of disturbance reappeared, and the silhouette of the man in black robes finally overlapped with Wei Zhuang in his mind.

"I'm curious, where did you get this sword from?" Bai Yifei's tone became more serious.

In just a few months, he had encountered three swords that could interfere with his cultivation: Tianze's sword, Ji Wuye's Heavenly Wrath Sword, and Wei Zhuang's Heart Sword in front of him.

Tianze has long since disappeared, Ji Wuye has also perished, and only Wei Zhuang is still alive.

Even though he could investigate the origins of the swords through the darkness of night, he always felt that there was a deeper conspiracy hidden behind these three swords.

Bai Yifei was an extremely suspicious person. Once he became suspicious, it was like a bone stuck in his throat, and he had to find out the truth.

"If you want to know the answer, you'll have to give your life for it." Wei Zhuang replied coldly, holding the Heart Sword in his left hand and the Shark Tooth Sword in his right, intending to wield the sword with both hands.

His right hand, Shark Tooth, still wielded the Ghost Valley Horizontal Sword Technique, its sword moves unpredictable. Although his left hand, Heart Sword, was somewhat rusty due to his infrequent use of the sword, he could still manage to execute sword moves. More importantly, the blood essence stored in Heart Sword continuously healed him, allowing him to maintain his stamina during intense battles.

And what he used with his left hand was the Ghost Valley Vertical Sword Technique.

The twin swords of Guiguzi have always complemented each other, and their combined attack, known as "Vertical and Horizontal Alliances," can unleash devastating power.

Unfortunately, the disciples of Guiguzi were destined to be rivals, making this move almost impossible to use under normal circumstances.

It was during the battle of Wei Family Village that Wei Zhuang, together with Gai Nie, used the "Vertical and Horizontal Alliance" technique, and only then did he realize the terrifying power it contained.

Now, facing Bai Yifei, he actually wanted to unleash the true essence of the art of strategy on his own.

Even if his left-hand sword is unfamiliar, and even if it is not a true "alliance and counter-alliance," this power should not be underestimated.

"boom!"

The crisscrossing sword energies intertwined in mid-air to form a huge sword net, breaking through the layers of ice barriers set up by Bai Yifei like a dragon swinging its tail. Wherever the sword wind swept, the ice shells on the ruins shattered. The two sword energies merged into one, carrying the power to tear the air, and slammed hard into Bai Yifei's chest.

Bai Yifei was propelled backward by the immense force, his back slamming heavily against a broken wall.

With a muffled crash, the broken wall collapsed, raising a cloud of dust. The rubble hit him, but was deflected by the cold aura emanating from him.

"Cough cough..."

A cough came from the dust. Bai Yifei slowly straightened up, a trickle of blood foam spilling from the corner of his mouth. The blood foam frothed into red ice beads the moment it hit the ground.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes growing even more bloodshot: "Truly remarkable... Your strength has indeed exceeded my expectations. However, you will not escape death today."

The moment the words fell, an extremely eerie aura erupted from Bai Yifei's body.

His white hair moved without wind, the ends of which were covered with tiny ice beads that fluttered wildly. His eyes turned completely blood red, and crimson lines crawled down his pale cheeks like blood snakes. Even his fingertips were tinged with a dark blood color.

At this moment, he was like a demon crawling out of hell, so ferocious that it was terrifying.

"Shh!"

Bai Yifei's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, moving as fast as a bat soaring through the air, leaving only a faint afterimage.

Even though Wei Zhuang was on guard and held the Shark Tooth sword horizontally in front of him, the red sword still grazed his shoulder, leaving another deep wound that exposed the bone. Crimson blood gushed out and froze instantly on the ground.

Wei Zhuang hurriedly circulated the power of his Heart Sword to heal his wounds, and the bleeding stopped and the wounds healed quickly, but his heart grew heavier and heavier.

The heat of the Heart Sword spread through his palm, and the patterns on the sword turned faintly red, as if trying to break free of his control and bite into his palm.

He knew very well that this was a sign that the Heart Sword had been overused and was beginning to backfire.

"There's no time left, we must defeat him as soon as possible!"

Wei Zhuang's eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell on Lady Mingzhu, who was tied to a stone pillar not far away.

The backlash from the Heart Sword needs fresh blood to nourish it, and he would never allow the sword to absorb his blood. Lady Mingzhu was just the perfect "blood bank".

Lady Mingzhu felt a chill run down her spine under Wei Zhuang's gaze.

She was secretly delighted to see Bai Yifei suppressing Wei Zhuang and kept cheering for Bai Yifei, but at this moment, Wei Zhuang's eyes made her instantly understand his intentions.

This means they're dragging her down with them!

"Cousin, save me!" Madam Mingzhu struggled violently, the ropes binding her wrists until they turned red, her voice filled with fear.

Wei Zhuang didn't give her a chance to cry for help. With a swift step, he darted to the stone pillar like an arrow, his Heart Sword aimed directly at Lady Zhizhu's neck. The warmth on the blade had turned into a bloodthirsty coldness.

But Bai Yifei was faster.

Almost at the same time Wei Zhuang moved, he appeared in front of Lady Mingzhu. His red sword accurately blocked the Heart Sword, while his white sword swept out with a chilling aura, knocking Wei Zhuang back several steps with a clang and protecting Lady Mingzhu.

Wei Zhuang missed his chance and could only draw his sword again to fight Bai Yifei.

Just as their swords clashed again, a faint whooshing sound came from the shadows outside the hall, as subtle as the flapping of a mosquito's wings.

Bai Yifei's eyes suddenly sharpened, and without thinking, he swung his sword to block.

A tiny flying sword was struck by the white sword, but at the moment of contact it suddenly disintegrated, turning into dozens of even smaller silver rays, which shot towards Bai Yifei's body like a rainstorm.

Even though he hurriedly channeled his energy to condense an ice layer, a few strands of silver light still pierced through the ice barrier and landed on his arm, leaving small blood holes.

"Is anyone else coming to die?"

Bai Yifei's voice was like a thread tempered with ice, wrapped in the melancholy of recent trauma, passing through the cold mist floating in the Cold Palace, winding through the cracks in the ruins, and drifting into the darkness.

The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, and the blood droplets froze into ice crystals as soon as they hit the ground, but his scarlet eyes were still filled with arrogance.

In his view, even if he was injured, no one in South Korea could defeat him.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure suddenly appeared in the shadows ahead.

The figure floated between the moonlight and darkness, like a piece of dark silk being swept by the night wind. As it approached from afar, not a single footstep could be heard. It was as if a ghost had appeared out of nowhere, and in the blink of an eye, it had floated in front of Bai Yifei.

The next instant, the cold light of the black iron suddenly shone brightly.

As the newcomer's palm swirled, a massive iron hammer, as thick as a bucket, suddenly materialized. Its body was covered in dark patterns, and its edges still held lingering chill, as if it had been forcibly pulled from the void.

Although his body was not particularly robust, and even appeared somewhat thin, the moment he gripped the hammer, he exuded a sense of oppression that was completely disproportionate to his physique.

"boom!"

The hammer slammed down with a muffled thud, and Bai Yifei's condensed ice armor shattered like paper. Ice shards flew and crashed against the palace walls, causing dust to fall from the broken beams inside the Cold Palace.

This hammer blow contained a terrifying force capable of shattering rocks, and even the air itself rippled from the impact.

Bai Yifei said "courting death," but when he actually faced this power, the scarlet lines in his pupils instantly tightened, and he dared not underestimate it in the slightest.

He crossed his two swords in front of him, his toes slamming into the ground, instantly cracking the bluestone slab with spiderweb-like fissures. Half of his calf sank into the soil to steady himself. The cold mist around him surged wildly, instantly condensing into a three-foot-thick ice armor, with fine blood patterns floating on it, as if the defense was poured with blood.

"clang!"

The hammer slammed heavily onto the red and white swords, the deafening crash of their collision making one's eardrums ache.

Even though Bai Yifei had made ample preparations, he was still shaken by the overwhelming force, which made his arms go numb, his tiger's mouth ache slightly, and his ice armor cracked and splintered.

"Get out of my way!" A look of madness burst from Bai Yifei's eyes, his crimson eyes seemed to be burning with will-o'-the-wisps.

A strange, blood-red mist surged wildly from his pores, instantly enveloping him in a cloud of blood mist. That was his trump card, an evil power nourished by the blood of countless young girls. With this power, he forcefully swung the iron hammer upwards, causing the attacker to stagger back three steps.

But just as he dissipated the force of the hammer, another sword light coiled around him like a dragon.

It was Wei Zhuang who made the move.

Although Wei Zhuang never thought of relying on others for help before coming to the Cold Palace tonight.

He has always been arrogant. Even after joining forces with Gai Nie to use the "Vertical and Horizontal Alliance" and witnessing the powerful force of the combined attack, he was even more convinced that the Shark Tooth in his hand could cleave everything.

But what happened tonight was ultimately beyond his expectations.

First of all, Bai Yifei's strength was far greater than he had imagined.

Furthermore, what was unexpected was the subsequent helper.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for several months, Wei Zhuang still recognized the other person.

Xu Qing!

That mysterious swordsmith.

The one who forged the sword in his own hand.

He had never seen Xu Qing wield a sword, and Wei Zhuang was unaware of his swordsmanship.

But just by wielding the iron hammer with such skill, creating a whistling sound, Wei Zhuang could discern Xu Qing's terrifying strength.

After seizing a slight opening in Bai Yifei's defenses, Wei Zhuang's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he suddenly accelerated with the speed of his Shark Tooth Sword, the sword shadows falling like a torrential rain.

"Spanning all directions!"

This is the ultimate move of the Ghost Valley Horizontal Sword Technique. The sword light is wrapped with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, instantly turning the remaining ice around Bai Yifei into dust.

Although it was the first time Wei Zhuang and Xu Qing had worked together, it was as if they had rehearsed a thousand times.

The Shark Tooth Sword landed precisely at the moment when Bai Yifei's old strength had just dissipated and his new strength had not yet been generated. The blade grazed the gaps in Bai Yifei's ice armor, adding several deep, bone-revealing wounds to his shoulders and waist. Blood flowed out of the wounds, freezing as soon as it hit the ground, but more blood continued to gush out.

His other hand, the Heart Sword, trembled slightly as it thrust out, attempting to draw all the blood from Bai Yifei's body out, causing him to bleed to death.

Ever since Xu Qing revealed some of Bai Yifei's true and false information and explained the abilities of the Heart Sword.

Wei Zhuang naturally tested it and knew something about the Heart Sword's abilities.