Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

Bai Yifei was originally able to suppress the restlessness of his body with evil power, but now that his wounds were bleeding and his heart sword was pulling him, he suddenly felt that the blood in his body was like an out-of-control stream, flowing towards Wei Zhuang along invisible threads.

How could such a thing happen?

This was the first time he had lost his composure; his voice was filled with disbelief and panic.

His cultivation technique uses the pure yin blood of young girls as nourishment. Blood is the source of his power. When fresh blood leaks out, it is equivalent to his power being lost!

"You deserve to die!" In his rage, Bai Yifei's jade crown that bound his white hair shattered with a "crack," and his white hair danced wildly like cursive script.

He slashed out with his red and white swords in a cross shape, the two streaks of blood-red and white sword energy intertwining into a net, forcefully severing the pulling force of the Heart Sword.

Seeing this, Wei Zhuang simply stepped forward with his sword, intending to pierce Bai Yifei's body directly with his Heart Sword. Once the blade entered Bai Yifei's body, his internal energy would completely collapse.

But as soon as they got close, Bai Yifei's twin swords coiled around them like venomous snakes.

Perhaps the pain of his wounds ignited his madness, and Bai Yifei's swordplay became even more ruthless than before, each move aimed directly at Wei Zhuang's vitals.

Wei Zhuang had been fighting Bai Yifei for a long time, and even though his Heart Sword had healed his external injuries, the blood and energy he had consumed could not be restored out of thin air.

"Sweeping Across All Directions" was his all-out attack, but it failed to kill Bai Yifei. He could only retreat step by step afterward, and soon he had several more wounds on his body. His black clothes were soaked in blood and frozen into a hard shell.

Just as Bai Yifei's two swords merged into one, the blades carrying a chilling aura capable of freezing blood and qi, about to slash at Wei Zhuang's neck.

But at this critical moment, Bai Yifei's body suddenly stiffened, as if his movements had been paused.

He slowly lowered his head and saw that the blood flowing out of him had turned inky black, like mud mixed with poison, and was still emitting a faint black fumes when it fell to the ground.

This scene was all too familiar. Back when he tricked Ji Yihu into giving Ji Wuye poisoned wine to destroy his external martial arts skills, Ji Wuye had spat out just this kind of pitch-black poisoned blood.

"When?" Bai Yifei's voice trembled as countless thoughts raced through his mind.

Was Wei Zhuang's sword poisoned? But when the blades clashed just now, he didn't detect any trace of poison.

No, it was those tiny flying swords from before!

He suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on Xu Qing not far away.

Xu Qing had already put away the black iron hammer and was holding a palm-sized ebony sword box in his hand.

The box is engraved with intricate gear patterns, and the edges gleam with a cold metallic sheen.

Xu Qing lightly pulled the trigger on the box, and a thin silver sword flew out. As it approached Bai Yifei, it suddenly exploded with a "bang," turning into dozens of silver spikes thinner than needle tips, which shot towards Bai Yifei like a rainstorm.

This time, Bai Yifei was on guard, and his twin swords formed a barrier, blocking all the silver thorns from his body.

However, the numbness in his fingertips grew stronger and stronger, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze, causing his internal energy to begin to dissipate.

He finally understood that the wave of silver thorns contained a colorless and odorless poison that had already seeped into his bloodstream through his wound.

"It's you!" Bai Yifei's voice was filled with madness, his white hair whipping wildly across his face. "It was you who did this!"

"It's me." Xu Qing's tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather. He raised his hand and shook the sword case in his hand. "I specially crafted this to deal with you. Do you like it?"

How could Bai Yifei possibly like it?

He could clearly feel that the vitality of the blood in his body was rapidly disappearing, and the blood that had once nourished his body was gradually dying and coagulating.

He had just replaced Ji Wuye and taken the position of General of Han. He hadn't even had a chance to realize his ambitions. How could he die here?

"I'm not reconciled!" Bai Yifei used the last bit of strength to drag his stiff body toward Xu Qing, his twin swords still shrouded in the last vestiges of cold mist.

He wanted to take Xu Qing down with him.

Xu Qing simply raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the ebony sword box vanished.

The next instant, he reached out his hand towards Wei Zhuang, and the Heart Sword in Wei Zhuang's hand suddenly trembled violently, as if it had gained its own consciousness.

Wei Zhuang instinctively released his grip, and the Heart Sword immediately transformed into a stream of light, landing steadily in Xu Qing's palm.

Under the moonlight, the moment Xu Qing grasped the Heart Sword, a dazzling sword light tore through the darkness of the Cold Palace.

With a slight twist of his wrist, the sword blade shot out like a meteor, piercing precisely into Bai Yifei's heart.

Bai Yifei's raised twin swords ultimately failed to fall; his body froze in place, and the crimson in his pupils gradually faded.

The blood, life's cultivation, and even his life force within his body were all frantically absorbed by the Heart Sword at this moment. The sword trembled continuously, while Bai Yifei's body gradually became withered and cold.

Finally, Bai Yifei's hands fell limply to his sides, and the red and white swords clattered to the ground, rolling far away on the cold bricks of the Cold Palace.

Chapter 133 Frost and Snow, a Fourth-Order Sword!

Before the cold light of the Heart Sword had dissipated, the life force within Bai Yifei's body was swiftly extinguished, like the receding tide.

Xu Qing's fingers never stopped moving as he formed hand seals. The strange and complex hand gestures flowed in the dim light, as if weaving an invisible net that made the surrounding atmosphere obscure and difficult to understand.

Although Wei Zhuang had lost his Heart Sword, the Shark Tooth Sword still gleamed coldly in his hand.

He watched as the once-renowned Blood-Clad Marquis met such an end, his chest churning with complex and unpredictable emotions. There was a sense of relief at the fall of his nemesis, but also a sense of bewilderment at the sudden turn of events.

After all, just half an hour ago, he was in dire straits, but Xu Qing's sudden appearance reversed the battle in a few breaths and completely annihilated Bai Yifei, this powerful enemy.

Even now, the coolness of the shark tooth still lingered on his fingertips, yet he felt as if everything before him was a dream, not real.

When Wei Zhuang's gaze fell on Xu Qing's hand forming a hand seal, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The technique resembled Taoist hand seals or Yin-Yang incantations.

What secrets does this person who suddenly barged into the game hold?

Just as his thoughts were churning, a pale white phantom suddenly emerged from Bai Yifei's corpse and, like a wisp of silk, burrowed into the Heart Sword.

Wei Zhuang gripped Shark Tooth tightly, his gaze hardening.

He had long known that the Heart Sword was not a pure weapon. Over the past few months, he had merged with the sword and gradually figured out its temperament. However, when Xu Qing used the Heart Sword and displayed additional abilities, he opened his mouth but ultimately chose to remain silent.

After all, this sword was forged by Xu Qing from beginning to end, so Xu Qing certainly knows it better.

"Pfft!"

The Heart Sword was pulled from Bai Yifei's heart, but it did not draw out any blood. Even the poisoned blood was swallowed by the Heart Sword.

As the sword was drawn, Bai Yifei's body fell to the ground.

Then Xu Qing bent down to pick up Bai Yifei's red and white swords that had fallen to the ground, turned around and walked towards Wei Zhuang, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery, "You have quite the nerve to dare to come in alone and kill Bai Yifei."

Wei Zhuang remained expressionless, his voice as cold and hard as iron: "Bai Yifei is dead, but I am still alive."

"That's true." Xu Qing nodded noncommittally, his fingertips gently stroking the hilts of the red and white swords.

"Why did you come here?" Wei Zhuang finally asked the question that had been bothering him.

“Zi Nu gave me sufficient compensation.” Xu Qing looked up at him, his gaze deep. “Besides, I have always been very interested in Bai Yifei.”

Wei Zhuang frowned, gave Xu Qing a deep look, and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He first walked to Bai Yifei's body, bent down to examine it for a moment, and confirmed that he was no longer breathing before turning to look at Madam Mingzhu, who was tied to a stone pillar.

Bai Yifei is dead, and it seems that this "Tide Demoness" among the Four Fiends of the Night has no reason to live any longer.

Locked onto by Wei Zhuang's icy gaze, Lady Mingzhu's body trembled uncontrollably.

She once thought that her cousin Bai Yifei was invincible, and that Wei Zhuang would be nothing more than a fish on a chopping board as long as her cousin came. But now even Bai Yifei had fallen here. The shadow of death engulfed her like a tide, making even breathing feel heavy.

"You want to kill her?" Xu Qing's voice suddenly rang out from the side, breaking the deathly silence in the hall.

Wei Zhuang's murderous aura suddenly froze, and he turned to look at Xu Qing: "What, you want to protect her?"

“Roadside weeds can block the wind, and corner stones can provide footholds, let alone one of the Four Fiends of the Night.” Xu Qing slowly walked up to Madam Mingzhu, lifting her chin with his fingertips. His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable power. “Now that Ji Wuye is dead, Bai Yifei and Emerald Tiger have also perished, leaving only two of the Four Fiends. The Straw-Cloaked Guest is elusive and difficult to find. Don’t you think keeping this Tide Demoness alive is more useful than killing her?”

He turned to look at Wei Zhuang, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Do you really understand the truth behind the Nightfall?"

Wei Zhuang's eyes narrowed, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he found himself unable to answer.

The night has been deeply rooted in South Korea for decades, and its influence is complex and intertwined. Although they have clashed with the night many times, who can say for sure how many secrets are still hidden beneath this surface?

“Keeping her alive is like asking a tiger for its skin,” Wei Zhuang said in a deep voice. “The best course of action is to eradicate evil completely. If we kill her, then the Straw-Clad Swordsman will be all alone in the Nightfall.”

"What if I insist on protecting her?" Xu Qing's voice remained calm, yet it carried an irresistible pressure.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Madam Mingzhu screamed as if grasping at a straw: "Save me! I'll do anything if you're willing to save me!"

Her pride had long been shattered by the fear of death, and her once alluring eyes were now filled with despair and pleading.

She coveted power and feared death even more. It was precisely because she had enjoyed the taste of luxury that she was even more unwilling to fall into hell.

Wei Zhuang snorted coldly, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

He looked at Xu Qing, his tone carrying a hint of compromise, yet also a hint of wariness: "Since you've made your decision, then so be it."

After saying that, he bent down, picked up Bai Yifei's body, turned around and strode away, leaving a cold afterimage trailing behind him.

Xu Qing did not stop him, but simply watched Wei Zhuang's figure disappear from the spot. Only after Wei Zhuang had completely vanished did he slowly withdraw his gaze, landing on Madam Mingzhu's pale face. His voice was as cold as ice: "What are you willing to give up to survive?"

……

The nights in South Korea are always shrouded in gloom, but the gloom of this night was heavier than ever.

When the patrolling guards passed through the city gate, they were suddenly terrified by something hanging on the city tower.

It was a cold corpse, but many people recognized it—it was the newly appointed General Bai Yifei!

No one knows when the body was hung up.

Even more chilling was the white cloth hanging beside the body, covered with Bai Yifei's crimes written in ink: regicide, poisoning Ji Wuye, persecuting loyal officials... Every word was piercing, sending chills down the spines of the guards who discovered the body.

The news quickly spread.

After all, such a large corpse hanging on the city wall could not be hidden at all.

Rumors spread rapidly throughout the city. Some said it was a righteous man eliminating a scourge for the people, while others said it was a villain persecuting a loyal and virtuous person.

Regardless of the truth, one thing is certain: Bai Yifei is dead.

In just a few months, two South Korean generals have fallen.

Ji Wuye's death shocked the court and the public. Some thought the sky was falling. It was only after Bai Yifei took over military power that the situation was barely stabilized.

But now that Bai Yifei is dead, how long can South Korea, this shaky tree, hold on?

Inside the palace, when Han Yu received the news, he slammed the bronze jue in his hand to the ground with a dull thud.

His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! Even if you have to turn Xinzheng upside down, find the murderer!"

While he was wary of Bai Yifei, he also knew that Bai Yifei's existence was a shield for South Korea.

Now that the barrier has collapsed, if neighboring countries learn that South Korea has no general to defend it, they will surely take the opportunity to invade.