Chapter Eleven: Rujisheng and Weixinhao

  Wei Xinhao changed color, and Rujiaosheng was indeed not a vain name. The timing and angle of the attack were just right, choosing to strike when Wei Xinhao's move had exhausted his strength and before he could make another move, seemingly wanting to decide the outcome with one move.

  Although shocking, Wei Xinhao was not a nobody either. How could he have made a name for himself in the evil path without being ruthless?

  "Are you looking for trouble?"

  Wei Xinhao let out a loud roar, the black flames on his Mo Chi sword burning fiercely. The fluctuations of the "yuan" dispersed, and with a horizontal slash, he burst forth, his body spinning rapidly as he transformed into a whirling sharp blade, his wild aura sweeping across the land!

  White clouds are rising, 81 swords simultaneously thrust out, autumn cloud sword cicada chirping sounds, one way no front!

  "Chirp"

  The autumn cloud sword collided with the rotating ink tooth sword, producing dazzling sparks and ear-piercing friction sounds, as sparks splashed everywhere, igniting a sea of flames on the ground in an instant.

  "It's so hot!!"

  Yang Yu Xi was splashed by Mars and suddenly felt a sharp pain, but he didn't dare to make a loud noise for fear of being discovered by the two powerful beings.

  Qiu Yun and Mo Chi are both fourth-generation Yuanqi artifacts, with little difference in quality, but their properties are completely different. Qiu Yun sword is elegant, benevolent and harmonious, being the orthodox successor of one of the nine major Yuanqi artifacts, Ru Jian. In contrast, Mo Chi sword exudes an evil aura, being the heretical successor of Ru Jian.

  At this time, the Autumn Cloud Sword and the Ink Tooth Sword were still in a stalemate, with flames raging around them. However, as time passed, the Autumn Cloud Sword began to shake violently, as if it was about to collapse.

  "Nothing more than this!" Wei Xinhao's arrogant laughter came from the center of the whirlpool.

  Eighty-one white clouds drifted and merged into one, and Rujiaosheng's true body stepped out of the cloud with his hands holding a sword raised above his head. The milky white light on the Autumn Cloud Sword rippled like a water halo, affecting the surrounding space, making Rujiaosheng look less real.

  "When the sword is united, the world is united!"

  Confucius's face did not change color, but it could be seen that his complexion was no longer so rosy and had turned pale.

  "Whoosh"

  Ruzhōng Shēng struck down with one sword, the semicircular milky white sword tip seemed to fall from the autumn cloud sword, slashing towards Wèi Xīn Háo's location. Wherever it passed, space shattered.

  Wei Xin Hao's rotating body suddenly stopped, his eyes filled with horror, apparently the power of this move made him feel extremely dangerous.

  "Soul Shattering Slash!"

  The ink-toothed sword stirred, and two long dragons of ink color were struck out, roaring towards the sword tip. The roar of the ink-colored dragon had a special effect, disturbing people's minds and making their heads ache with pain.

  Ru Qiusheng furrowed his brow, with a surge of light all over his body, resisting this special sound effect.

  But Yang Yu Xi, who was watching from the side, didn't feel so easy. He only felt that his head was about to explode with pain, extremely dizzy, and a strong sense of oppression forced him until he fainted.

  "Hmm?" Rujisheng looked towards where Yang Yuxi was hiding, a puzzled expression on his face.

  "Still have the mood to look around?! It seems you don't even know how to die!" The next moment, Wei Xinhao's angry voice came from the front. Rujiaosheng suppressed the doubts in his heart and looked at Wei Xinhao with a serious expression again.

  Wei Xinhao's hair was scattered, his black as ink long hair fluttering in the air, paired with that black long gown, he looked like a god or demon.

  Ink dragon and sword mang collided, a huge explosion sounded, the tremendous pressure made the entire land sink down, small mud gathered into a muddy stream rushing downwards.

  Ru Qiusheng and Wei Xinhao were in the center of the explosion, but they didn't retreat at all. The clothes of both men were blown by the air flow, making a rustling sound. The two handsome men stared coldly at each other, and the next moment, both of them moved simultaneously.

  Sword shadows spread across the nine heavens and ten lands, colliding to produce residual waves that shattered row after row of trees, and the dazzling light in the night was like the fireworks on the city wall at dusk.

  In the evening, Yang San's gaze was also cast into the desolate valley, where a brilliant light burst forth, briefly illuminating that patch of sky.

  At this time, a guard walked in from outside the door, and his armor made a crisp sound as it lightly collided.

  Yang San forgot to withdraw his gaze and looked at the lone guard, frowning: "Still haven't found it?"

  The guard slightly bowed his head and cupped one hand in the other, saying: "Reporting to City Master, I have searched all over Yushi City but still haven't found any news of Third Young Master."

  Yang Lin walked forward and asked the guard, "Are you sure you've searched every place?"

  The guard hesitated for a moment, thinking in his mind, and nodded affirmatively after making sure that every place had been searched: "Affirmative."

  Yang Lin was somewhat worried, turned his head to look at Yang Sanwang, and said: "Although the third young master is mischievous, he has done what he promised. This time he also promised to return by midnight, but now it's already 2 o'clock, and there's no sign of him... could something have happened?"

  Yang San's face showed no signs of fluctuation, his dense beard tightly pursed together, and after a long time, he finally spat out a sentence: "He should be in the desolate valley."

  "What, Wild Valley? How could he go there!" Yang Lin was anxious as soon as he heard it. Although the Wild Valley didn't pose any threat to him, for Yang Yuxi who had just awakened his spiritual energy, it was extremely perilous.

  Yang San shook his head slowly: "I'm not clear why he would go there either, but if there's no sign of him in the city, then he should be in the wasteland."

  Yang Lin nodded slightly, looked in the direction of the desolate valley, and immediately changed his expression: "Third Master went to the desolate valley and hasn't returned yet, something must have happened, otherwise he would definitely be back by now."

  The guard took over and said: "I beg you to lead a team of cavalry to the wilderness valley to rescue the third young master."

  Yang San nodded and instructed him to be careful.

  The guard turned and left, but happened to run into Li Zhengde, the owner of Lijian Pharmacy, who was rushing in.

  The guard stopped and led Lee Jung-deok inside.

  "Master, Master!" Li Zhengde exclaimed hastily as soon as he entered the door.

  "What's wrong?" Yang San asked as he rushed up.

  Li Zhengde took a deep breath and swallowed his saliva before saying: "I... I know where Third Young Master went!"

  As soon as this was said, the three people present were shocked. After all, Yang Sanwang's words were just speculation. Yang Lin hastily asked: "Where?"

  Li Zhengde's face was anxious: "Wild Valley!"

  Although they had already guessed it, Yang Sanwang and others were still slightly stunned. The guard asked: "Do you have any evidence?"

  Li Zhengde hadn't even caught his breath yet, and was only nodding vigorously, quickly shaking the prescription in his hand.

  Guarding the meaning, he snatched the prescription away, glanced at it hastily and handed it to Yang Sanwang. He asked Li Zhengde: "Do you mean that Third Master has gone to find Red Root Green Leaf Grass?"

  Li Zhengde nodded: "Yes, the guard. I just got home and found that this prescription had been tampered with, and there were signs of someone moving the tiles on the roof. At first, I thought it was a thief, but after checking, I found that none of the precious medicinal materials were missing, only a small amount of Yunnan Baiyao was missing, which has a similar use to this Chigen Bileicao grass, but with a weaker effect. I was puzzled and happened to hear that Third Young Master had gone missing, so I rushed over in a hurry." After saying so much in one breath, Li Zhengde couldn't catch his breath again, his chest heaving rapidly.

  Yang San looked at the prescription and raised his voice: "Nie Han, listen to orders!"

  The guard stood at attention and shouted in a loud voice: "Reporting for duty!"

  Yang San stared at Nie Han's eyes and said: "I order you to go to the desolate valley, you must rescue Third Young Master, if there are special circumstances, you can adapt on your own."

  Nie Han grasped his sword and responded with a "yes" before striding out of the hall, hastily gathering a team of men to rush towards the desolate valley.

  Watching Nie Han leave, Yang Lin turned back and asked: "But why did Third Young Master want to find this Red Root Green Leaf Grass?"

  Li Zhengde shook his head, and Yang San forgot to say: "I suppose that little guy didn't plan to go to the wilderness at first, he just wanted to steal some Yunnan Baiyao, but accidentally discovered that this Chi Gen Bi Ye Cao is much better than Yunnan Baiyao, so he went to the wilderness."

  Yang Lin nodded and asked again: "Then who was injured, making Third Master so concerned?"

  "I'm afraid it's only Xiaoyan, no one else." Li Zhengde said with a bitter smile.

  "What's wrong with Xiaoyan?" Yang Sanweng asked.

  Li Zhengde said, "Who knows? I only know that Xiaoyan's father scolded her severely this morning and didn't go easy on her. That's why Xiaoyan couldn't even attend the Lantern Festival."

  Yang San forgot to think for a moment, walked out of the house and said: "Let's go find Xiao Yan."

  Yang Lin and Li Zhengde exchanged a glance and hastily followed up.

  The battle in the barren valley has also entered its final stage.

  Both of them were injured, Rujiaosheng's white clothes were stained with blood, and the bloodstains looked like someone had splashed ink after getting drunk.

  On the ground, a pale red sword slowly emerged, emitting a strange wave of yuan, causing the Autumn Cloud Sword and the Ink Tooth Sword to resonate in unison.

  "This sword is almost born, and I don't have the energy to play with you anymore." Wei Xinhao glanced at the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood phlegm, and said.

  Ru Qiu's brow furrowed slightly as he said in a low voice, "If we don't hurry up, others will arrive."

  Wei Xinhao's face changed in shock, and he felt the fluctuations in the air. His expression turned serious, and he didn't waste any more words. He struck out with a killing move as soon as he acted. How did they know that those people who came were looking for Yang Yuxi?

  Ru Qiu Sheng didn't slack off either, his Autumn Cloud Sword spinning and rising upwards.

  Both of them used their ultimate moves, and one move will decide the winner!

  Explosions continued to accumulate, finally reaching a critical point, and various glories burst forth, thoroughly illuminating this expanse of sky.

  Nie Han signaled the team to stop in their rapid advance, gazing up at the dazzling light rain in the sky and feeling its power. His expression turned very serious. He turned back, saying in a low voice, "Slow down your speed, approach cautiously, and absolutely do not startle the snake from its lair."

  The explosion lasted for a full five minutes before receding, giving Nie Han's squad ample time to close in.

  A disheveled figure emerged from the smoke and dust of the explosion, his breathing unstable, his aura in disarray, blood gushing out wildly. He stumbled and staggered away into the distance, and to everyone's surprise, it was Wei Xinhao.

  He lost, losing in this final move.

  Ruzheng's figure gradually emerged, also swaying unsteadily, but much better than Weixin Hao. The light on Autumn Cloud Sword was dim and only a faint glow was visible.

  On the ground, there was an additional broken sword. The Ink Tooth Sword had shattered into four pieces under the final impact, and a black airflow was leaking from it.

  The autumn cloud sword floated on its own to above the ink-toothed sword, shimmering with a pale light as it absorbed the black airflow.

  The autumn cloud sword shook violently, its body sometimes as white as snow and sometimes as black as ink, with the waves on it growing stronger and more eerie.