The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

So what if you find out?

late!

too late!

The three of them carried the box and rushed onto the boat that was already waiting at the ferry dock.

How could Jin Xueyi and the Five Gentlemen of Baiyumen just let them leave like that?

So some people chased after them relentlessly from the shore, while others quickly hired a boat to pursue them.

However, how can a hasty pursuit compare to a well-prepared escape?

"Oh, Lady An, you were so glorious in Jingzhou and Sichuan before, did you ever imagine that you would be trapped in a box today, unable to move?"

The shopkeeper sat beside the box, gently patting it.

"The most valuable quality in a person is self-awareness. Being a great hero is fine, but why did you have to provoke the Yin Yang Sect?"

“I’m someone who does things for money. I won’t do anything to you unless you’re asked to, but that Feng Shangren from the Yinji Sect is no benevolent person.”

"In the past two years, many martial arts figures have disappeared in Jiangzuo. Even the young master of the Jin family, one of the seven great families, has disappeared. They were all captured by Feng Shangren."

"The Wind Master practices a peculiar demonic art. Those who fall into his hands are all in terrible shape. I'm terrified of him. You'd better pray that you die soon, otherwise... well, good luck to you."

The shopkeeper spoke words of concern, but his face was beaming with joy.

He was met with a whirring sound coming from inside the box.

One day later.

The shopkeeper and his men finally managed to shake off Jin Xueyi and the Five Gentlemen of Baiyumen who were chasing after them.

It was at this moment that they moored the boat at the shore.

Beside the willow-lined embankment, a plump swordsman in purple robes, who had been waiting for a long time, lightly leaped onto the boat.

The shopkeeper immediately went to greet him: "My lord, I have not failed you!"

The fat swordsman in purple walked straight to the wooden box, opened it, and sure enough, a face with its eyes covered was revealed inside.

"Yes, such poise, such stunning beauty, this is An Qingwan, hahaha!"

The plump swordsman in purple stroked his beard, his tense body finally relaxing.

"You've done very well. My house in Jiangling will be yours from now on. When you see An Qingwan, Master Feng will surely reward you!"

The shopkeeper took the key and thanked him profusely.

"Someone, move this box to our benefactor's ship."

After all that trouble, An Qingwan was transferred to another ship.

The innkeeper only waved with a smile after watching the boat carrying the purple-clad, chubby swordsman disappear into the willow-lined embankment.

"Let's go, let's go to the Golden Wind and Jade Dew Pavilion. I'll pay today, and let's invite the most beautiful courtesan too."

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly found a person standing in front of him.

A petite, barefoot girl.

"you……"

"You think you still have a way out?"

A cold, icy voice rang out.

The next moment, the shopkeeper felt as if he had fallen into a furnace, so hot that his bones were about to melt, but he couldn't utter a word or move.

He could only stare intently at the barefoot girl in front of him.

Before his consciousness faded, he finally remembered.

—It's Lan Xiaogu!

—This is a trap!

But what's the point of figuring it out now?

puff.

Three more bodies were found on the banks of the willow-lined embankment.

Lan Xiaogu grinned and took the key out of the shopkeeper's body.

"I've made another fortune!"

……

On a cruise ship heading east.

The plump swordsman in purple calmly looked at An Qingwan.

“Miss An, if you hand over the treasure map now, you can suffer less.”

An Qingwan's expression remained unchanged: "Are you from the Thirty-Six Islands?"

The plump swordsman in purple laughed and said, "Miss An is quite perceptive; she guessed it right away."

An Qingwan asked suspiciously, "Why would you give up such a good identity on the Thirty-Six Islands and insist on joining the Yin-Yang Sect? Do you like being a dog?"

The plump swordsman in purple sighed, "In the martial world, one's actions are not one's own. Do you think I want to listen to that Wind Master? It's only because I was accidentally hit by his Black Wind Talisman. If I don't listen to him, I will suffer endlessly, even to the point of death. I don't want to suffer, and I don't want to die. Heroine An, what do you think I can do?"

An Qingwan said, "You're afraid of Feng Shangren, but not the others from the Thirty-Six Islands? Don't you know what will happen to you if your work for Feng Shangren is exposed?"

"Drink today, for tomorrow we may die; let tomorrow's troubles come tomorrow. If I think so much, how can I live a happy life?"

The plump swordsman in purple shook his head and smiled.

"Miss An, don't even try to move me and make me release you. That's absolutely impossible. You should think it over carefully. The suffering caused by the Black Wind Talisman was something even Qin Shixiu, who was once known as the most upright and unyielding hero in Jiangzuo, couldn't withstand. Moreover, the suffering you've endured since you fell into Feng Shangren's hands is far more than that. Your appearance is the kind of beauty that can drive most people in the world crazy. You should have thought about what you're going to suffer."

An ordinary person would have panicked upon hearing this, but An Qingwan managed to remain calm.

"I heard that Feng Shangren is practicing a demonic art, and in order to practice this demonic art, he has captured many martial arts practitioners."

The plump swordsman in purple said, "That's right. That's not the martial art of the Yin-Yang Sect, but the Purple Extreme Demonic Art passed down by the Purple Extreme Palace Master who wreaked havoc on the martial world a hundred years ago. To master this demonic art, one needs to cultivate two Purple Extreme Demonic Pills, one for Qi and one for Life. The former requires absorbing the internal energy of a large number of martial artists using the Purple Extreme Demonic Art's Demon Absorption Technique to refine it, while the latter requires feeding the Life-Devouring Gu with a large number of living people first."

An Qingwan understood: "The Yinji Sect's cultivation method is clearly no weaker than the Purple Extreme Demon Art, so why does he insist on practicing the Purple Extreme Demon Art?"

The fat swordsman in purple said, "Although both of the Yinji Sect's treasured manuals contain methods to achieve divine enlightenment, they are inseparable from the concept of comprehension. I think he must have been unable to comprehend them, which is why he turned to practice the Purple Extreme Demon Art. Since the old sect leader of the Yinji Sect disappeared, the conflicts between the four upper-level cultivators of the Yinji Sect can no longer be concealed. If he doesn't practice the Purple Extreme Demon Art, he will always be suppressed by the other three. How can he stand such humiliation?"

An Qingwan nodded: "I never expected their relationship to be like this."

The plump swordsman in purple said, "After saying so much, has Miss An made up her mind?"

An Qingwan shut her mouth and didn't say anything.

The fat swordsman in purple shook his head helplessly.

"Those who understand the times are heroes, but Lady An can hardly be considered a hero."

After saying this, he stopped talking and stood at the bow of the boat, watching the surging river flow eastward.

That day, the ship passed Jiangling and traveled another 300 li westward before stopping at Yueyang.

This time, I'm picking someone up.

In the words of the fat swordsman in purple, "That man is the son of Feng Shangren. Feng Shangren rarely disciplines him, so he is extremely arrogant and unreasonable. Over the years, he has harmed countless people, especially female swordsmen in the martial arts world. Heroine An, if you end up in his hands, just hope you suffer less."

After the boat docked, a young man dressed in fine clothes indeed boarded the boat.

As soon as he boarded the ship, he didn't say anything else, only asking, "Is the drug you gave her really so effective that she couldn't resist it?"

The plump swordsman in purple said, "That medicine was bestowed by Master Feng, it will surely work."

"Prepare a room for me. I want to see just how divine this Goddess of Xiaoxiang really is."

The young man burst into laughter.

He stretched his neck, when suddenly a cold voice sounded beside him.

"If you want to see how amazing I am, you don't need to go to the room, you can do it right here."

The young man was startled and turned his head, only to find that the person speaking was An Qingwan.

An Qingwan, who had been lying in the box, had somehow sat up.

"Can you move?"

The young man was stunned.

The fat, purple-clad swordsman was stunned.

An Qingwan said, "When did I say I couldn't move?"

Since it can move, doesn't that mean the medicine is ineffective?

No, now is not the time to be tense. An Qingwan is seriously injured, so...

"I wasn't injured at all."

An Qingwan stepped out of the box.

The young man and the fat swordsman in purple were horrified. Everyone in the martial arts world knew how terrifying an uninjured An Qingwan was, but for an uninjured An Qingwan to pretend to be injured was even more terrifying once you thought about it!

"you you you……"

The young man pointed at An Qingwan.

The next moment, he knelt down with a thud.

"Miss An, Miss An, I was just joking with you, really. If you don't believe me, ask him, ask He Daoqing!"

He kept giving the fat, purple-clad swordsman meaningful glances.

He wanted to run away, but he wasn't stupid; how could he escape from An Qingwan's grasp?

An Qingwan turned to He Daoqing, whose body was ice-cold: "You still have a way out."

He Daoqing's face turned pale, all traces of his previous composure gone: "How can I live?"

An Qingwan said, "Castrate him."

Before He Daoqing could speak, the young man screamed, "No, you can't! My father is..."

An Qingwan waved her hand from a distance, and the young man immediately fell to the ground.

He Daoqing's forehead was covered in cold sweat: "If I castrate him, Feng Shangren..."

An Qingwan interrupted him: "Is Feng Shangren's Black Wind Talisman faster, or is my sword faster?"

He Daoqing dared not delay any longer. He raised his knife and struck, rendering the young man incapacitated.

Screams echoed through the river.

An Qingwan said, "Very good. Now give him some anesthetic, then poison his voice, lock him in the box. I want to give Feng Shangren a gift."

He Daoqing already understood what An Qingwan was going to do: "Feng Shangren only has this one son, he will definitely go crazy."

An Qingwan said, "I want him to go mad. I want to kill not only his body, but also his heart."

"You're a monster!"

He Daoqing lost his balance again; his legs buckled and he fell to the ground.

P.S.: Thank you to Night Wind Feather, Lonely Moon Poetry, and Heavenly Mansion Scholar for the knife.

The ultimate humiliation, number 108, made Feng Shangren feel pain. [3k]

The large ship sailed eastward for three days and finally stopped on a sandbar in the middle of the river called Feixianzhou.

The sandbar was surrounded by vegetation, but beyond the lush greenery came a magnificent and luxurious mansion.

Who would have thought that a house was hidden on such an inconspicuous sandbar?

As soon as He Daoqing reached the entrance of the house, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar came to greet him.

"Brother He, that..."

He Daoqing pointed to the box being carried by his attendants and said frankly, "An Qingwan is in the box. Would Mr. Tao like to check it?"

Mr. Tao smiled and said, "Although I have been staying in Feixianzhou and rarely go out, I have heard a lot about the story of the Goddess of Xiaoxiang recently. Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally want to take a look and see how magical this goddess really is."

He Daoqing nodded to his attendant: "Make an opening so that Mr. Tao can take a good look."

The attendant dared not delay and quickly stepped forward to open the small sliding window at the front of the box.