The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Zhou Ze subconsciously said, "An Qingwan, don't even think about getting anything from me..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Before he knew it, a sword was plunged into his throat.

The sword was originally at An Qingwan's waist, and everyone who looked at An Qingwan saw it, but no one saw how the sword actually pierced Zhou Ze's throat.

The entrance to Moyu Valley was deathly silent.

Hundreds of people stared at this spot, but not one dared to utter a sound.

“I have given you time to think. If you don’t speak now, then you never will.”

An Qingwan drew her sword.

She brushed the blood off her sword and walked step by step into the depths of the Jade Valley.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the long walkway.

The moonlight lengthened An Qingwan's shadow. An Qingwan was no longer An Qingwan, but a sword, an incomparably sharp sword!

Zhou Ze slowly collapsed.

He heard An Qingwan's footsteps receding into the distance, and he also heard the sound of blood gushing from his throat.

He finally felt fear and wanted to call out to An Qingwan to tell her about Huanxi Daoren's whereabouts, but he could no longer utter a single word.

P.S.: Thank you Yefeng Lingyu, Nanminghai, and NCK for the knife (a metaphor for expressing gratitude).

On the night of the full moon, the Joyful Taoist appeared. [3k]

A person can make many mistakes in their life.

But in the choice between life and death, there is no room for error.

A difference in thought.

Even just a moment of blankness.

That is enough to blur the line between life and death and bring the two closer together.

Zhou Ze is dead.

He died on a moonlit night in Daxuetang.

The night sky was clear, and the moonlight was like water, making the bluestone slabs look like a pool of clear water.

He lay on the bluestone slab, like a floating corpse on the water, so eerie that it chilled one to the bone.

Even from dozens of feet away, the group of skilled martial artists from Moyu Valley, who were adept at using hidden weapons and had excellent eyesight, could clearly see the fear and regret on his face.

As the saying goes—

People can't teach each other, but experience can teach you in one go!

Not long ago, the seventy-odd people in the Moyu Valley branch repeatedly warned them, but some people in Moyu Valley still felt that these people were just exaggerating and that their real purpose was to cover up their incompetence by excessively praising An Qingwan.

If they were to encounter An Qingwan, although they might not be able to defeat her, they would certainly not be made to look so pathetic.

Although they are all members of the Jade Valley, they are different!

But after witnessing firsthand how easily and casually An Qingwan killed Zhou Ze, no one dared to think that way anymore.

Gazing at the figure that seemed to descend from the heavens, bathed in the moonlight, the people of Moyu Valley felt no beauty whatsoever; they felt as if their very souls were about to freeze.

"Let's go!"

"No, we can't just leave like this. We need to figure out a way to stop her at this mountain pass first, otherwise how will we have time to pack our things?"

"What do you need luggage for at a time like this? Are you out of your mind?"

"No matter how powerful she is, she's still just one person. She's blind. We have the advantage of the mountain. We don't need to kill her, but stopping her for a while is not difficult at all."

The quiet night suddenly became lively.

The morale of the people in Moyu Valley plummeted in an instant.

Some people ignored everything and turned to run away.

Some people can still manage to stay sober and weigh the pros and cons.

A very small number of people wished they could devour An Qingwan alive, and even though they knew they were no match for her, they still tried every means to kill her.

The news quickly reached the ears of Gongsun Yang, the valley master.

"Zhou Ze died just like that?"

Gongsun Yang stood there in astonishment.

He felt as if he were in a dream, experiencing a strong sense of unreality.

Even before he was born, Zhou Ze was already at odds with the Gongsun family.

After becoming the master of Moyu Valley, he personally fought against Zhou Ze for more than a decade.

For more than a decade, Zhou Ze has caused him a lot of trouble, making many of his plans fall through.

He had been so angry that he wanted to tear Zhou Ze to pieces or burn him alive more than once.

But when he actually learned that Zhou Ze was dead, he felt no sense of relief or joy; instead, he felt an emptiness in his heart.

It was as if what died was not an enemy, but an era, an old era, a distorted and twisted era.

"Ugh."

Gongsun Yang sighed.

He began to recall how Moyu Valley had offended An Qingwan.

It seems that all of this was just an accident from beginning to end. Who would have thought that An Qingwan was there when they headed to Jiangling?

But upon closer reflection, it seems that this is not the case.

Given Moyu Valley's and An Qingwan's styles of doing things, the two sides are bound to meet eventually, if not in Jiangling, but somewhere else.

Perhaps, this is "fate".

Just as people have "fate," so too does a martial arts sect have "fate."

The reason why Moyu Valley has fallen to its current state was actually predetermined from the very beginning.

It's just that Moyu Valley's starting point was too high.

When it was first established, Moyu Valley was not only the savior of the martial arts world in Sichuan, but also possessed the most powerful hidden weapon in the world, which was recognized by the martial arts world at that time. Its power was no less than that of the seven great families.

At that time, many people in the martial arts world believed that Moyu Valley had the potential to become the eighth great family.

However, despite its high starting point, Moyu Valley only achieved glory during the generation of its ancestors Zhou Lingyue and Gongsun Mo.

With the passing of their ancestor Zhou Lingyue and the suicide of their ancestor Gongsun Mo, Moyu Valley fell from its glory overnight.

First, the title of the world's best hidden weapon was taken away by someone else.

Then, because there were no truly top-notch masters in the valley, they suffered repeated defeats in the subsequent Qingcheng Martial Arts Tournament.

With such a huge difference, how could the people of Moyu Valley withstand it?

They were unwilling to accept this.

The more unwilling they were to accept this, the more mistakes they made, and the worse the reputation of Moyu Valley became, until today, it is finally on the verge of collapse.

"Let's lower it."

Gongsun Yang had made up his mind.

The name Moyu Valley should have been buried long ago.

The Gongsun family and the Zhou family should have separated long ago.

This is a good thing for everyone.

If neither of them had been so fixated on the name "Moyu Valley" or on the once-renowned "Hidden Sand Shot," how could things have turned out this way?

Gongsun Yang pushed open the door and went out.

A gentle evening breeze caressed my face.

"Old Huang, go and call Miss over. I have something to tell her."

Old Huang, who was guarding outside the door, quickly turned around to look for Gongsun Hongdie.

Shortly after he left, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in the cold night.

The moment she appeared, the cold night seemed to warm up, and even the bright moon in the sky and the lotus flowers in the pond seemed to lose some of their color.

Her eyebrows resembled distant, dark mountains.

Her eyes were like autumn waters rippling.

A green veil wrapped around her body made her look like she was wrapped in a piece of cold jade.

This is a woman who, despite her sorrowful expression, still exudes a captivating and charming allure.

"Madam, you've come at just the right time!"

Gongsun Yang quickly stepped forward.

The woman who arrived was his wife, Liu Keren, the mother of Gongsun Hongdie and Lan Xiaogu.

Although Liu Keren is thirty-four years old, her face is still as beautiful as a lotus flower, and her skin is still as smooth as jade, making her look like a twenty-year-old woman. Compared to ordinary twenty-year-old women, she has an indescribable charm.

"Brother Yang, with the Goddess of Xiaoxiang suddenly showing up at our door, I think we can't stay in Moyu Valley any longer. Perhaps we should..."

Gongsun Yang said, "Madam, please come inside with me. I just wanted to tell you and Hongdie about this matter."

The two entered the house one after the other.

Gongsun Yang laughed and said, "Madam, I've been thinking about this for a while now. It would be unwise to be enemies with An Qingwan in the current situation, and continuing to cooperate with that Huanxi Daoren would probably only harm us in the end. So, after thinking it over, I think it's best to go along with An Qingwan's wishes and reveal the whereabouts of Huanxi Daoren."

Upon hearing this, Liu Keren, who was already worried, immediately turned ashen-faced.

She said urgently, "Brother Yang, you mustn't! Although An Qingwan is powerful, how can she compare to Huanxi Daoren? I know that An Qingwan's sudden attack has put the situation in a precarious position, but it is precisely at times like these that you must not make impulsive decisions. Brother Yang, listen to my advice. You have listened to my advice so many times in the past, and you must trust me this time as well."

Gongsun Yang pressed down on Liu Keren's shoulder: "Madam, I am able to hold onto this position of Valley Master entirely thanks to your strong support and constant advice. But this time the situation is very different. It's not that I'm afraid of An Qingwan, but I feel that after so many years, it's time to end it."

He turned around, looked up at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room, and slowly recounted what he had been thinking.

Let go of those things that you can't have.

Let's stop letting the name of Moyu Valley and its veiled innuendo continue to harm others and ourselves.

These two locks have bound the Gongsun and Zhou families for two hundred years, which is long enough.

Gongsun Yang sighed from time to time.

He had no idea that Liu Keren, standing behind him, had already turned pale.

Surrender to An Qingwan?

This is something that anyone else can do, but she alone cannot do!

Even without Lan Xiaogu's involvement, the mere fact that she had someone coerce Cui Sanbian into poisoning An Qingwan was enough to make her afraid to approach An Qingwan in the slightest.

What's more, Gongsun Yang actually said he wanted to take the opportunity to disband Moyu Valley.

Once Moyu Valley disintegrates, she will no longer be the wife of the Valley Master of Moyu Valley. Once Moyu Valley disintegrates, what will all her efforts of the past ten years amount to?

"husband……"

Gongsun Yang called out softly and was about to turn around, but at that moment, a soft, boneless hand suddenly pressed against the back of his head.

boom!

He flew forward and crashed headfirst into the wall, nearly breaking his neck.

"The Sorrowful Palm? You... Liu Keren, how do you know the Sorrowful Palm?"

Gongsun Yang, who had just gotten up from the ground, was shocked. He staggered and reached out his right hand to grab Liu Keren, but Liu Keren slapped him down again.

"If you won't teach me, I'll find my own way to learn. Gongsun Yang, you're the one who's going to push things to the extreme, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"you you……"

Before Gongsun Yang could say anything more, Liu Keren leaned forward and suddenly brought her knife down, severing his head cleanly.

Once the head is severed, how can a person survive?