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The gentle boat glided through the waters, and all the streets of Street Bridge City were formed by arching bridges. The entire city floated on the river, resembling a city on a lake or in the river, hence its name, Street Bridge City.
Outside Street Bridge City, two powerful armies lingered. Although they had not engaged in direct conflict, everyone knew that Mistake would not let Coco leave easily.
The once peaceful and serene Street Bridge City had become tense and charged with hostility. Most of the inhabitants of Bu Luo were cultivators from the Ninth Underworld, and the original citizens of Street Bridge City were rarely seen.
At this moment, the Nine Nether Alliance still controlled a vast expanse of land north of Anping Pass. Although the defeat at Anping Pass shattered the myth of the Nine Nether Alliance's invincibility, it was still unable to withstand the wrath from the Nine Nether Yellow Spring, unlike ordinary armies.
A man resembling a teacher rowed a small boat slowly into Street Bridge City. He held a child's literacy book in his hand, while a sword hung at his waist.
If any Jianghu heroes were to see him, they would undoubtedly call him a Sword Scholar.
Regardless of whether it was at the entrance of Street Bridge City or among the Ninth Underworld guards led by Liu Dong, neither did Bu Luo nor the soldiers in the city seemed to notice the two as they quietly passed by in their boat.
It wasn't until the small boat docked at a teahouse that the crimson-clad figure by the window slightly turned his head to look over.
Long time no see.
The Crimson-Clad Monk in the teahouse greeted them with a wave, signaling for them to come over and be quiet.
The arriving Sword Scholar was none other than Gu Ping, and who else could be rowing but Ye You?
Yoyo was snuggled against Gu Ping's neck, fast asleep, wrapping around him like a scarf. The fluffy fur matched perfectly with Gu Ping's scholarly attire.
Long time no see.
Gu Ping walked to the side of the Crimson-Clad Monk, where a beautiful young girl brought over a cup of tea and two teacups, but she didn’t pour tea for the two of them and turned to leave.
That one?
Ye You, his woman.
No, High Leg. I used to think I was someone who was devoted, but it turns out...
I really envy you; you have everything.
What’s there to envy? Maybe that day Yuezi will come to an end. Gu Ping mocked himself while pouring a cup of tea for Ye You. No, when did I start liking to wear red? He remembered that the butcher always wore black and red outfits; Bu Luo in red clearly matched me better.
Is that so? I just thought that tomorrow Tian Keke would have many people seeking death, so I wore a red one. Maybe it will be stained red.
It won’t be. As long as he’s here, he won’t let me kill anyone.
Just because he doesn’t kill doesn’t mean they won’t die. I know that seeking death doesn’t necessarily mean doing it oneself.
Zhu Xian Mountain dipped two fingers into the teacup and pinched out a piece of tea leaf that even Ye You had never seen before. The red tea leaves held by Zhu Xian Mountain released colorless tea.
Ye You perked up and began to taste it carefully. At first, he didn’t feel much flavor, but as the tea flowed down his throat into his stomach, he felt as if he were in a battlefield filled with murderous intent, surrounded by the sounds of clashing weapons and the scent of gunpowder.
The Blood Lotus, harvested a few months ago at Zi An Ping Pass, could only grow by the river where blood water had congealed. The jar that Yan Dong possessed was the finest of the finest; the rest he had given to Mu Qinglong, who enjoyed that particular item.
Ye You set down the teacup in her hand, and did not mention pouring another cup from the teapot. For someone like Ye You, who always asked for more tea whenever it was offered, that Blood Lotus tea left a deep impression on her.
Even just a small bowl of that tea was enough for one to savor for a long time.
The Ninth Underworld was often referred to as No Way, said to be the precursor of Higanbana. Bu Luo thought it should be true. He had seen Higanbana before, and it looked completely different from the Blood Lotus—there was no resemblance at all.
Hearing Zhu Xian Mountain's words, Gu Ping and Ye You both paused in surprise. They both knew that once a Nine Nether Cultivator came into contact with Higanbana, it would lead to dire consequences.
It was strange why he hadn’t turned into a monster. Zhu Xian Mountain shook his head with a smile; he had long since denied being a monster. From the moment he slaughtered his own kin, even he himself did not realize that he had become one.
Behind Zhu Xian Mountain, the Soul Seven Star Sword emitted a constant humming sound, making Gu Ping’s Liangyi Sword hesitate to clash against it.
I am strong, Gasping thought. I don’t deny it. Coming from the Daoist Sect, Zhu Xian Mountain gently caressed the Soul Seven Star Sword that flew before him. During the battle at Anping Pass, his sword had broken through, unable to withstand Ying Zhan’s assault. He had been waiting for the day when the Soul Seven Star Sword would fully transform and regain its former glory.
Ying Zhan had been deceived by me; all Easterners had been deceived by me. Everyone thought I lingered in Street Bridge City either because of Mu Qinglong’s support or An Su Su’s assistance or Wei Wuyou’s impending arrival. In truth, my greatest reliance remained on the sword at my side.
Gu Ping took a sip of tea and continued,
What I depended on and relied upon was indeed my sword; that was what truly represented me.
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