The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Hu Bugui laughed heartily and warmly invited An Qingwan to have a drink.

An Qingwan politely declined.

She doesn't dislike alcohol.

She doesn't mind drinking with people she's just met.

But she still had things to do.

After Hu Bugui had gone far away, Jin Xueyi let out a long sigh.

An Qingwan asked, "Is Miss Jin feeling guilty about their deaths?"

Jin Xueyi nodded and said, "They shouldn't have died. If it weren't for the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Blade,' this blade technique is an ominous one that has killed too many people."

She found it difficult to describe her feelings after learning that the villagers had died because of the "Qimen Bafang Dao" (a type of martial arts technique).

She had seen dead people, many dead people. Just a few days ago, An Qingwan had killed far more people on the river than that.

She has also attended funerals; just a few months ago, she was grieving for her parents.

However, all those personal experiences, though profound, were far less impactful than the moment just now, leaving one speechless.

An Qingwan patted Jin Xueyi on the shoulder.

"The problem isn't the swordsmanship, but the greed in people's hearts."

Jin Xueyi said, "I know, but..."

An Qingwan said, "If you feel bad about it, then let's prepare a funeral for the 'Qimen Bafang Dao'."

"funeral?"

"Yes, the funeral."

……

In the land of Hunan, there has always been a saying that there is a group, a building, and an academy, with two schools and two factions divided among the four rivers.

The "gang" refers to the Iron-Clad Gang.

In terms of strength, the Iron-Clad Gang is inferior to the Star-Picking Tower and the Cave Pavilion Academy; in terms of foundation, the Iron-Clad Gang is inferior to the Hengshan Sect and the Songyang Sect.

However, because of the existence of the Iron-Clad Ancestor, no sect in Hunan dares to underestimate the Iron-Clad Gang.

April 11, noon.

The vast ancestral hall of the Ironclad Gang is filled with nearly a hundred prominent figures from the martial arts world of Hunan and Hubei provinces.

Because the Iron-Clad Ancestor had not yet arrived, these people gathered in twos and threes to chat.

"Is the 'Eight Directions Blade of Qimen' truly not in the hands of the Ironclad Gang?"

"Since the Iron-Clad Ancestor dared to convene a conference, it must be genuine."

"I've heard that the Ironclad Gang and the Taiqing Dao are very close, but what's the situation with the Taiqing Dao..."

"Do not say more."

"Those people from Xia Cai Village, alas, these evil heretics truly deserve to die!"

"If the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Blade' isn't with the Ironclad Gang, could it be in the hands of the Goddess of Xiaoxiang?"

Amidst the whispers, a shout suddenly came from afar.

"The Iron-Clad Ancestor has arrived!"

Everyone looked over and saw a strong man with a long white beard and a rugged face, who looked to be about forty or fifty years old, walking towards them from a distance.

This is none other than the famous Iron-Clad Ancestor.

He was followed by several young disciples who carried a small table with a short knife on it.

When they stood still, the hall fell silent.

The Iron-Clad Ancestor looked around and suddenly sighed, "I am deeply grateful that you, my fellow martial arts practitioners, have traveled a long way to gather here for me."

Ma Yue, the leader of the Fuhu Sect, said loudly, "Senior Shen Tieyi, you flatter me. Since it was an invitation from you, how could I not come?"

Compliments arose from all sides.

The Iron-Clad Ancestor sighed even deeper: "I invited all my friends from the martial world here to prove my innocence, but unexpectedly, in the very few days since the invitations were sent out, another tragedy has occurred. Xia Cai Village is just an ordinary village, yet it has been brutally murdered simply because of some baseless rumors circulating in the martial world. I... I..."

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't ignored those rumors, I wouldn't have killed our deputy leader, Shuyu Jian, and many of his disciples, nor would I have killed the forty-eight people in Xia Cai Village."

As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and his words were deeply moving.

The people inside the hall tried to dissuade him.

Who is in the wrong?

It is those evil demons and heretics driven by greed!

It's the person who spreads rumors without cause!

The Iron-Clad Ancestor shook his head and said, "I am guilty, how could I be innocent?"

"I, Shen Yanfei, hereby swear a solemn oath before all of you heroes, with the witness of heaven and earth: if the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Blade' were to fall into my hands, I would be struck by lightning, my body would be destroyed, my descendants would be wiped out, and my entire family would be exterminated!"

This oath was so vicious that even those who had previously suspected Ironclad Ancestor of having problems couldn't help but change color.

"Our ancestor is a man of integrity, why make such a poisonous oath?"

Everyone quickly comforted the Iron-Clad Ancestor, saying that he had gone too far and there was no need for such actions.

Iron-Clad Ancestor replied, "If I don't do this, how can I demonstrate my resolve? If I don't do this, how can I deter those petty villains who covet the 'Eight Directions Blade'?"

He paused, then suddenly raised the knife on the table.

"Besides proving my innocence, I also want to make another oath today."

He swung his sword down with a sudden motion, splitting the table in two.

"I, Shen Yanfei, will avenge the blood feud of the forty-eight innocent people of Xia Cai Village. If I cannot behead that scoundrel, I will stand here on this table and be beheaded by the sword!"

The sound of a table breaking and the angry shouts of the Iron-Clad Ancestor echoed in the main hall.

It sounded like a resounding bell, startling countless birds into flight.

"Good, well said!" Ma Yue, the leader of the Fuhu Sect, shouted. "Since Senior Shen Tieyi has made such a decision, how could I, Ma Yue, who has always prided myself on justice, not follow in his footsteps?"

With Ma Yue taking the lead, several sect leaders and gang chiefs immediately stood up to echo him, vowing to eliminate the villain.

The atmosphere in the main hall was pushed to its peak by these cheers.

If they had known the villain's true identity, they probably would have already taken up arms and gone down the mountain.

However, amidst this lively atmosphere, a discordant burst of laughter suddenly rang out.

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter was long and drawn out.

The laughter was sarcastic.

Inside the main hall, everyone stopped and turned to look outside.

A gentle breeze carried drifting catkins, and then two people appeared from the upward stone steps.

They were two girls.

A person dressed in white, with a coarse black cloth covering their eyes.

A man dressed in black, with a white scarf wrapped around his forehead.

To many people in the main hall, the two girls were strangers.

But there are always people who are familiar with it.

For example, Hu Bugui, who was hiding in the crowd.

Hu Bugui looked around, wondering why he couldn't find Lan Xiaogu.

For example, there are Iron-Clad Ancestor and Ma Yue, the master of the Subduing Tiger Sect.

The Iron-Clad Ancestor rebuked, "Who are you? I don't recall sending you any invitations. What are you doing here?"

Jin Xueyi gritted her teeth in anger, almost weeping blood: "Ancestor Ironclad, you know, you must know, I came to avenge my parents. You killed my parents to seize the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Blade'!"

"what?"

These words caused a huge uproar.

Ma Yue immediately jumped out: "Niece of the Su family, what nonsense are you spouting? How could your parents' deaths be related to Senior Shen Tieyi? Don't go crazy here, leave immediately, and let's just leave this matter alone..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because he no longer had time to speak.

A sword.

An ordinary sword, almost like a toy, shot out from An Qingwan's hand.

Ma Yue saw the sword, but no matter what, he couldn't dodge it.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword pierced his collarbone.

he screamed.

He saw An Qingwan walking over.

He saw An Qingwan put the sword back into its sheath.

"Whoever stops her from speaking, I'll make sure they never have a chance to speak again."

The sound was chillingly cold.

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45. She is not a normal person in the martial arts world.

There were nearly a hundred people standing in the ancestral hall of the Ironclad Gang.

It was once even more bustling than a typical farmers' market.

But now, it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

In the vast hall, after that single, shrewd sword strike, it suddenly seemed as if only one person remained.

Only the girl in white remained, calmly sheathing her sword.

What kind of girl is she?

She was as aloof as frost.

She was as cold as ice.

She shouldn't even be standing here.

She should be standing in the midst of a heavy, swirling snowfall.

She should be standing on the icy surface of the lake.

But she is not just ice; she is also a fire, a dazzling, scalding, and mysterious fire.

The sword she thrust out was neither elegant nor swift, but like the fiery red sun high in the sky, it radiated a brilliance that no one could avoid no matter how they tried to dodge it.

That sword strike pierced the hearts of Ma Yue, the Iron-Clad Ancestor, and almost everyone present.

Which of you here is not a prominent figure in Hunan, a person who is fawned over in public and in private?

But just now, their faces were pierced along with Ma Yue's collarbone.

After the face is shattered, what flows out is not only blood, but also unquenchable anger.

"I recognize you! Blindfolded woman wielding a sword, you are none other than An Qingwan, the Goddess of Xiaoxiang, who has recently gained some fame in the martial arts world!"

A middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest stepped forward, glaring angrily.

“An Qingwan, do you think you’re invincible and lawless just because you destroyed the Taiqing Dao’s dojo? You dared to trespass on the Ironclad Gang’s territory and even injured Sect Leader Ma. What is your punishment?”

An Qingwan asked, "Who is he?"

Jin Xueyi said, "He Ming is the leader of the Songyang Sect."

An Qingwan said, "So it was you. Back then, when you were wandering the world, Master Su from Tanzhou treated your ailing leg. Do you still remember?"