The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Today someone becomes the best in the world, but tomorrow that person might be found dead somewhere.

"Ah~"

In the end, the Ironclad Gang members could only turn their thousand words into a sigh.

……

On the way down the mountain, An Qingwan took stock of what she had gained from the Ironclad Gang's trip.

The strength of Ma Yue, He Ming, and others was not much different from that of the two Xiangxi devils she killed on the Yangtze River, so the rewards given were relatively ordinary.

But the Iron-Clad Ancestor was different.

While there may be some exaggeration about his abilities, in reality, he is definitely a top-tier martial arts master.

That's why she didn't let Jin Xueyi personally send the Iron-Clad Ancestor off on his way.

An Qingwan was filled with anticipation for the martial arts treasure chest she obtained after killing the Iron-Clad Ancestor.

This treasure chest certainly lived up to her expectations.

Congratulations on acquiring the sword technique: Celestial Immortal.

A celestial being descending from the heavens?!

Isn't this the swordsmanship of that peerless swordsman known as the Lord of White Cloud City?

On the night of the full moon, atop the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens!

If Afei's swordsmanship is pure speed, a killing technique so pure it's close to the way of nature, then the White Cloud City Lord's swordsmanship not only possesses speed that ordinary people can't describe, but also brilliance and splendor that ordinary people can't describe.

This sword strike was so magnificent that it rivaled the moonlight.

This sword strike is the result of a lifetime of sincerity gleaned by a person devoted to the sword.

An Qingwan was very satisfied with the reward.

Her only complaint was that no one gave her a chance to test her sword.

She originally intended to test her sword skills with either Sikong Tingxue or Huanxi Daoren.

Sikong Tingxue's reminder made her wary of these two people from the moment she stepped into the Ironclad Gang.

But even now, the whereabouts of those two are still unknown.

Are you scared?

Or perhaps there's something else going on?

An Qingwan shut down the system and took a few more steps when she suddenly noticed that Jin Xueyi's breathing was a little rapid.

"Is Miss Jin feeling unwell, or is she upset?"

"what?"

Jin Xueyi, who was suddenly called out, was taken aback and quickly explained.

"No, I'm fine, I just..."

"Just what?"

"I'm just worried about you."

"worry about me?"

An Qingwan and Lan Xiaogu both looked at Jin Xueyi with confusion.

Jin Xueyi said, "Yes, I was worried about you. After you said those words in the Ironclad Gang's main hall, many people will definitely come to cause you trouble. I know you are very powerful, but your eyes... I'm worried that you will be ambushed by them. Miss An, you didn't have to say those words."

An Qingwan smiled: "Why do you think I said that, Miss Jin?"

"This……"

Jin Xueyi shook her head; she truly couldn't figure it out.

An Qingwan said, "I want them to come to me. There are too many ambitious and lawless people in this world. I entered the martial arts world to bring them to justice. But as you know, my eyesight is not good. It would be troublesome and too slow for me to search for them all over the world. It would be better to use myself as bait to lure them to come to me on their own."

Jin Xueyi nodded, still somewhat bewildered.

This does indeed sound like the answer An Qing would give at the gala.

At this moment, Lan Xiaogu asked, "If the goal is to lure those people to come to us willingly, wouldn't it be better not to burn the sword manual?"

An Qingwan said, "If I had kept the sword manual, they wouldn't have come looking for me, but for the sword manual itself. For the sake of the sword manual, they would have done things even more ruthlessly than the Iron-Clad Ancestor. Of course, I don't want to see innocent people die because of this. After I destroyed the sword manual, the situation is different. They are no longer looking for the sword manual, but for me. If they want to make a name for themselves through me, then they have no choice but to challenge me fair and square."

Lan Xiaogu sighed, "I see. If I were as quick-witted as you, I would have been able to defeat Lu Er and Yan Hui long ago."

An Qingwan said, "Miss Lan, there's no need to belittle yourself. You've achieved so much at such a young age; you're already exceptionally talented."

Lan Xiaogu nodded and said no more.

The three of them walked further and further away, eventually reaching Xia Cai Village.

When leaving the Ironclad Gang's ancestral hall, An Qingwan deliberately cut off the head of the Ironclad Ancestor, not to intimidate anyone, but to pay tribute to the innocent victims.

The turmoil in the martial arts world kills many innocent people every day. She is just one person and cannot be in two places at once to care about so many things.

But if you encounter it, you should still take action if you can.

"This person is the culprit who killed your loved ones."

An Qingwan handed the severed head to the village head of Xia Cai Village and recounted the whole story.

At that moment, the cries that echoed over Xia Cai Village became even more sorrowful and mournful.

Cry.

In life, everyone will experience separation and death.

If you can't have a good cry at this time, then what's the point of being sad?

"I... Heroine, I was wrong. I shouldn't have scolded you. I'm not human, I..."

Yesterday, the angry young man in hemp clothing walked closer and slapped himself twice hard, his eyes filled with tears.

An Qingwan said, "You don't need to blame yourself. Just focus on living your life well from now on."

The young man in hemp clothing wept uncontrollably.

Afterwards, An Qingwan stayed in Xia Cai Village for another 15 minutes before leaving.

"Where do we go next?"

Jin Xueyi asked, feeling completely lost about the future, so lost that she didn't know what to do.

An Qingwan said, "The Iron-Clad Gang."

"The Iron-Clad Gang?!"

Jin Xueyi and Lan Xiaogu doubted that they had misheard.

"Didn't we just leave there?"

An Qingwan said, "We left earlier because there was nothing we could do if we stayed there. But now it's different. The Ironclad Gang thinks that since we've left, they have nothing to worry about. So those who are actually in cahoots with the Ironclad Ancestor but are hiding because they're afraid of us are likely to expose their true nature. If we go back now, we can catch them red-handed."

An Qingwan never kills innocent people indiscriminately.

But correspondingly, she is ruthless in killing innocent people.

Not only did she show no mercy, she also wanted to eradicate the entire area completely, and after that, she would also burn the place again.

In the vast Ironclad Gang, are the only villains Ironclad Ancestor and Shen Zhao?

An Qingwan didn't believe it.

……

At midnight.

Ironclad Gang.

In a room where candlelight flickers.

The Iron-Clad Ancestor's wife grabbed her eldest son Shen Hong's shoulder, her long, thin nails almost digging into his flesh.

“My son, my son, your father and your brother are all dead. They died at the hands of that bitch. The Ironclad Gang is destroyed, and our family is destroyed too. You must avenge them. You must remember to avenge them!”

Shen Hong had a sullen face; he simply nodded but didn't speak.

revenge.

How could he not want revenge?

From this day forward, he was no longer the eldest son of the Iron-Clad Ancestor; he was simply Shen Hong.

He hated it, hated it so much his heart trembled.

But how can he take revenge on that blind man who is so powerful?

Shen Hong was extremely depressed.

After calming his mother down, he got up and left the room.

He hadn't taken more than a few steps when a sudden clanging sound caught his attention.

"Who?"

He hurriedly chased after the source of the sound and came to a secluded courtyard, where he saw many things hanging on the trees for some reason.

Upon closer inspection, what they saw was not a thing at all, but clearly people—a row of dead bodies.

These people were among those who had recently left the Ironclad Gang.

Shen Hong's expression changed drastically.

He instinctively reached for his sword.

But when he reached out to touch it, the sword at his waist was nowhere to be found.

"No need to waste your efforts."

A voice came faintly.

Shen Hong turned around and saw a person who had appeared in the corner of the courtyard at some point. It was a strange woman dressed in red, and his sword was in her hand.

"who are you?"

The woman replied, "I am a flower servant under the tutelage of the Daoist Huanxi."

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Forty-nine, what are you so happy about? [First update, please subscribe]

The reputation of Huanxi Daoren in the martial arts world is actually not that great.

This is because he was originally a member of the imperial court.

This is also because in the past few years, after leaving the capital, his whereabouts have been elusive, and he has rarely left any trace in the martial arts world.

But Shen Hong is no ordinary person.

He was the eldest son of the Iron-Clad Ancestor. Although he was not favored, his knowledge and experience were extraordinary.

Therefore, he immediately realized what was going on after the woman in red introduced herself.