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September Fifteenth, night. The moonlight was like water. Many renowned masters from the martial world gathered at the Palace. Lu Feng discovered that the number of people who had arrived far exceeded the six ribbons he had sent out. Lu Feng sensed an impending conspiracy, and when he realized that the Ye Gucheng coming to confront him was a fake, he was alarmed. Lu the Hero hurried to the emperor's sleeping quarters at the fastest speed, only to find...
“Lu Ji, you are late!” Bai Tang's smile left Lu Feng feeling powerless.
“You knew about the conspiracy behind the decisive battle long ago?”
Bai Tang understood Lu Feng's frustration about being caught off guard and casually replied, “Not much earlier than you! Ye Xiuzhu came to me for help, and that's how I found out! For more details, you should ask Lord Ye!”
Lu Feng looked curiously at the calm Ye Gucheng: why was he involved in the rebellion yet seemed unaffected?
Before he could get an answer, Ximen Chui Xue arrived. The duel would still take place, but it was moved from the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony to the training ground of the Imperial Forest Army, with only six spectators remaining: the emperor, Bai Tang, Karen Adrian, Lu Feng, Sikong Zhaixing, and Wei Ziyun.
“This sword is a lethal weapon, with a blade three feet seven inches long and weighing seven pounds thirteen ounces.”
Ye Gucheng said, “Good sword!”
Ximen Chui Xue replied, “Indeed, a good sword!”
Ye Gucheng raised his sword and said, “This sword is an elite cold sword from overseas, capable of cutting hair and severing strands. Its blade is three feet three inches long and weighs six pounds four ounces.”
Ximen Chui Xue remarked, “Good sword!”
Ye Gucheng responded, “It is indeed a good sword!”
Bai Tang covered her face; such a classic dialogue gave her goosebumps.
“Tang Tang, are you feeling unwell?” Lu Feng noticed something unusual about Bai Tang and asked.
“No!” Bai Tang quickly lowered her hands; the duel was about to begin.
With a roar of the dragon, the sword energy soared into the sky. Ye Gucheng's sword had been drawn. Under the moonlight, the sword appeared pale, just like the pale moon, the pale sword, and the pale face.
Ye Gucheng gazed at the sword's edge and said, "Please."
He did not look at Ximen Chui Xue, not even once; he did not glance at the sword in Ximen Chui Xue's hand or into Ximen Chui Xue's eyes. This was a major taboo in swordsmanship. When masters compete, it is like armies clashing; one must know oneself and one’s opponent to achieve victory in every battle. Therefore, every slight movement of the opponent, every glance, every expression, and even every muscle twitch should be observed meticulously, leaving nothing overlooked. Because every detail could determine the outcome of this battle.
Ximen Chui Xue's gaze was sharp as a sword's edge; he not only saw Ye Gucheng's hands and face but seemed to also see into Ye Gucheng's heart.
Starlight cast upon the two sharp swords, and both swords moved simultaneously. The two beams of sword light were exceptionally beautiful, like moonlight, yet no one dared to mock these beautiful sword lights because sometimes the most beautiful things can also be the most terrifying.
Twenty changes passed in an instant. The distance between the two was mere inches! Both swords thrust forward with all their might! This was already the final strike, the decisive blow. Lu Feng felt his fingertips grow cold; he realized that both swords were moving at identical speeds. When Ximen Chui Xue's sword pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, Ye Gucheng's sword would surely pierce Ximen Chui Xue's throat. Would he lose both friends at once?
“Tang Tang!” Without regard for whether his two friends would be angry afterward, Lu Feng shouted for Bai Tang’s help.
Bai Tang flicked her middle fingers lightly, sending two streams of energy towards the tips of the swords, deflecting them from their original trajectories. Blood splattered as Ximen Chui Xue's sword pierced Ye Gucheng's shoulder; Ye Gucheng's sword grazed Ximen Chui Xue’s neck, leaving a massive gash.
Lu Feng immediately leaped between them, bringing two bottles of Red Medicine to their lips and pouring it down their throats. Instantly, their bleeding stopped, and their wounds began to heal at a visible rate!
“Good medicine!” The Emperor couldn't help but exclaim, casting a glance at Bai Tang from the corner of his eye.
Bai Tang sensibly took out three bottles of Red Medicine and presented them to the Emperor: “There aren’t many left from our ancestors; I hope Your Majesty will forgive me!”
“Bai Gu Niang is too polite!” The Emperor smiled broadly and unceremoniously tucked the Red Medicine into his robe.
“This match ends in a draw; does anyone have any objections?” Lu Feng quickly asked, fearing that the two healed individuals might start fighting again.
The City Lord and Master Xi Men exchanged glances and both said, “No objections!”
Just now, in a moment between life and death, both individuals gained new insights into swordsmanship, wishing they could immediately return home to cultivate in seclusion.
"Shall we have another match in five years?" the City Lord asked Master Xi Men.
Master Xi Men nodded, "Good!"
The two of them bowed to the Emperor and used the Lightness Skill to disappear into the night.
"What a pity, such extraordinary talents cannot be utilized by me. Sigh, the beauty has left, and I should return to rest!"
Bai Tang rolled her eyes: "Enough already, Your Majesty! Didn't you see how Lu Feng and the others dropped their jaws at your mention of 'the beauty'?"
Above the South Sea lies a Nameless Island, where there is a valley surrounded by fragrant greenery, resembling a vast garden adorned with pavilions and towers. Bai Tang and Karen Adrian stood halfway up the mountain, gazing at a scene below: at the head of a winding bridge over a lotus pond, there was a water pavilion with red railings and green tiles. Inside were about ten people, some standing and some sitting, of various ages and genders. Some wore solemn and splendid ancient attire, while others were casually draped in loose robes. Everyone appeared relaxed and joyful, as if all troubles and sorrows of the mortal world had long been isolated beyond the surrounding green mountains. Unfortunately, how many in this world can truly transcend the troubles of mortal life?
An old man approached from below, with a round face and a balding head, wearing a kindly smile. He walked slowly but covered the distance with remarkable speed; in just two blinks, the Old Man stood before Bai Tang and Karen Adrian.
"Welcome esteemed guests! I apologize for not greeting you in advance; please forgive my rudeness!"
Bai Tang smiled and said, "It was sudden for us to arrive; please do not blame yourself, elder!"
"Not at all!" the Old Man replied. "Living in seclusion on this mountain is lonely; it’s rare to have guests come. We are delighted rather than resentful! Please follow me!"
"Thank you very much, elder. May I ask your name?"
The Old Man said, "My surname is Wu, and my name is Wu Ming—'Wu' for mouth and 'Ming' for sun and moon. In truth, I am merely someone with a talkative mouth who enjoys food; when it comes to the brilliance of sun and moon, I have none at all."
Bai Tang laughed, "You are quite humorous, elder!"
The old man said, "May I ask for the name of the esteemed guest?"
"Bai Tang," she replied, "and this is my companion, Karen."
"Ah, so it's Miss Bai! I've heard much about you!" The old man clasped his hands in greeting.
"You know of me?"
"Miss Bai's medical skills are remarkable; you healed the eyes of the Flower Family's Seventh Young Master. Even the servants know your great name!"
Bai Tang said, "I personally do not desire such fame; one must understand that great renown can also bring trouble!"
"Your insight is extraordinary, Miss!"
"Old sir, may I ask if the master of this island is present? I would like to meet him!"
The old man replied, "I am but an old man, and I am the master of this island!"
Bai Tang's smile stiffened. How could she forget that Gong Jiu was Wu Ming's disciple? Although Nameless Island was under Gong Jiu's influence, the island master was indeed Wu Ming!
"So you are the island master; my apologies!"
"What brings you to seek me, Miss?"
"Old sir, my companion and I set out to gather herbs at sea but ended up caught in a storm and washed ashore on your island. Could you prepare a boat to take us back to the mainland?"
"That can wait! Since you have come to Nameless Island, why not stay a while longer? You might find that you enjoy life on the island and may not wish to leave!" Wu Ming would definitely not let go of such a "divine doctor."
"There are six people guarding us in the dark!" Karen Adrian said coldly.
"Looks like you really think highly of me!" Bai Tang scoffed. "Then those six are up to you, but don't kill them!"
If not for the reminder, Karen Adrian would definitely leave no survivors when dealing with enemies.
Karen Adrian glanced at Bai Tang lightly, which was considered an acknowledgment.
"I'm going to see Gong Jiu!" During the day, Wu Ming did not introduce Bai Tang to Gong Jiu, but Bai Tang knew from the system map that Gong Jiu was on Nameless Island.
Bai Tang walked casually through the houses on Nameless Island as if she were in an uninhabited realm; no one could detect her, including the unfathomably skilled Old Man Wu Ming. All the hidden stakes on Nameless Island had been thoroughly explored by Bai Tang. Everywhere she passed, she left behind a "gift" that was not easily discovered. Finally, she arrived at the most luxurious and beautiful house and met the person she wanted to see the most.
Inside the house were a man and a woman: The man exuded an air of nobility, his jet-black hair neatly tied up, his snow-white clothing without a single wrinkle, his sculpted face bearing a cold and arrogant expression, with sharp eyes like blades; the woman was at least 1.7 meters tall, her elongated figure radiating an irresistible charm. Her facial contours were distinct, and her cat-like eyes sparkled with a sea-like blue light, appearing cold and intelligent yet also carrying an inexplicable laziness, as if she had long grown weary of life.
The two talked for a while, then the woman took out a whip. The man's eyes turned red, his breathing heavy as he repeatedly called out, "Hit me, just hit me..."
The woman raised the whip and struck down fiercely, her eyes filled with disgust.
Bai Tang despised such women the most. What right did she have to look down on Gong Jiu? She was merely a servant bought by Gong Jiu, who had accompanied someone to bed for a piece of meat when she was thirteen. If Gong Jiu hadn't bought her, who knew what kind of fate she would have fallen into! Gong Jiu had cherished and pampered her in his palm, only for this woman to grow bold enough to betray her wealthy and powerful master. She was nothing but an ungrateful wolf raised in captivity! What a pity! Gong Jiu had such poor taste in women; one was a beef soup and the other a Shaman—both were detestable!
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