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Chapter 101 The Corpse-Dwelling Dragon Appears Great Technique

Wu Shuangxue, Yun Ruoyu, Ji Qiaoyun, and Ji Shuiyue all focused their attention on Xiong Zhaozhao's face, eager to see what she would say. Only Yue Feng seemed to have known what she would say all along, casually glancing around.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiong Zhaozhao told Yun Ruoyu everything she had seen and heard after following Ji Shuiyue down the mountain, without embellishing or showing any bias.

She hadn't witnessed firsthand what Shuiyue Manor did to the old man, but she had heard Ji Shuiyue, the manor's owner, confess to it. Now, as she spoke of it, both Ji Qiaoyun and Ji Shuiyue's faces darkened. Yun Ruoyu frowned slightly and asked Ji Qiaoyun:

"Elder Ji, is what Zhao'er said true?"

Ji Qiaoyun shook her head, making the wrinkles on her face flutter: "Nonsense. That brat must have forced Shuiyue to say such things. Sect Master, you can't easily believe the words of outsiders."

Yun Ruoyu seemed to genuinely believe her, nodding and turning to Yue Feng, saying, "Young hero, why did you force Shuiyue to frame her aunt? And why did you go on a killing spree in a place like Anjifang?"

She spoke slowly and gently, not at all like she was questioning Yue Feng. Yue Feng felt an itch in his heart and couldn't help but glance at Wu Shuangxue. Seeing her frosty expression, he finally stopped itching.

He didn't answer Yun Ruoyu's question, but instead asked Ji Shuiyue, "Do you remember the conditions I agreed to for you back in Anjifang?"

Ji Shuiyue was taken aback, then steeled herself and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"If you hadn't hidden behind your aunt, there would have been some credibility to what you just said." Yue Feng's face was full of mockery. "I promised you back then that as long as you answered my questions honestly, I would spare your life. That promise still stands, provided—you still answer my questions honestly."

He paused here.

"I'll ask you one more time: how did the elderly people sent from Anjifang to Shuiyue Villa all die?"

Ji Shuiyue glanced at her aunt, smiled contemptuously, and was about to speak when a cold light suddenly flew silently past her ear and "thudded" into the wall behind her. A few strands of her hair swirled down from her head, and Ji Shuiyue's face, which had just regained some color, turned deathly pale again.

Ji Qiaoyun flew into a rage: "You audacious scoundrel, how dare you be so insolent in front of me!" Just as she was about to rise, a slender, jade-like hand reached out and placed it on her knee. Ji Qiaoyun paused, then heard Ji Shuiyue say:

"My aunt... wants to practice... the Corpse-Dragon Manifestation Technique..."

Yun Ruoyu withdrew her hand from Ji Qiaoyun's knee, her brows furrowing slightly, and asked, "Elder Ji, the Corpse-Dwelling Dragon Manifestation Technique has always been kept in the sect's forbidden area. Where did you obtain it?"

Ji Qiaoyun remained defiant: "What 'Corpse-Dwelling Dragon Appearance Technique'? I've never even heard of it!"

Yun Ruoyu said, "If you haven't heard of this evil skill, how did Junior Sister Ji hear about it? Could it be that she has the ability to break into our sect's forbidden area?"

Ji Qiaoyun was speechless, her facial muscles twitching, her wrinkles trembling. After a long while, she suddenly sighed.

"Sect Master, you only know one side of the story. Although this divine skill will shorten people's lifespan, it will not be by much. It can also help those elderly people suffering from illness to escape from their suffering and ascend to paradise sooner. Why not do it? Practicing this divine skill is not only not doing evil, but on the contrary, it is doing good deeds!"

"The reason I didn't tell you was because I was afraid you were too young to understand the intricacies of this matter. Now that the secret has been revealed, I have nothing to hide anymore."

"Sect Master, you must believe me! I'm doing all this for our Heavenly Sword Sect! The Xie family has their eyes on us, and now this pair of scoundrels has appeared out of nowhere. If we don't find a way to become stronger, won't we be at their mercy?"

Yun Ruoyu wasn't angry, but her brows furrowed even more deeply: "But...but...I still feel like something's not right. After all, those old people died at your hands..."

Ji Qiaoyun knew that her sect leader was extremely slow to react, but once she did, she would be stubborn and inflexible. So, without giving her time to react, she stood up and said:

"Sect Master, I'll capture these two scoundrels right now, so you can see their true colors and who truly cares for our sect!"

Before she finished speaking, Ji Qiaoyun stretched out her hands, and two gleaming short swords appeared out of thin air in her palms. Wary of Yue Feng's throwing knives, she kept changing her posture, meandering and twisting her way closer to Yue Feng.

Seeing Ji Qiaoyun's exquisite movements, Yue Feng, unsure of a fatal blow, was unwilling to use his throwing knife. He drew a single-edged sword from Wu Shuangxue's waist, using it as a sword, and began fighting Ji Qiaoyun with his nameless sword technique. After a few moves, Yun Ruoyu exclaimed "Eh!" and asked Xiong Zhaozhao:

"Zhao'er, is he using the Jade Flute Sword Technique? How could he...?"

Xiong Zhaozhao didn't know how to explain, so she shook her head, indicating she didn't know. Yun Ruoyu also saw that Yue Feng's swordsmanship was only similar in spirit to the Jade Flute Swordsmanship; in terms of both moves and power, it far surpassed the Jade Flute Swordsmanship. She couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"I never expected this young hero to be so skilled in both hidden weapons and swordsmanship. Alas, it's a pity that our sect has always only accepted women, otherwise I would really like to take him as my disciple, so that he could keep you company, Zhao'er."

Xiong Zhaozhao couldn't help but say, "Master, is this the time to talk about this? Ji Qiaoyun is about to lose." She despised Ji Qiaoyun's character and even skipped the title of elder.

In truth, Ji Qiaoyun was only slightly at a disadvantage at this moment, far from being defeated. Xiong Zhaozhao's words were merely a verbal attack. Who knew that although Ji Qiaoyun was highly skilled in martial arts, she was used to being aloof and arrogant, and became anxious after hearing Xiong Zhaozhao's words.

In a battle between masters, the most taboo thing is to be impatient and impetuous. Given Ji Qiaoyun's cultivation level, she shouldn't have made such a basic mistake. But she did anyway. Yue Feng unleashed three consecutive Great Yu Mountain-Splitting Palm strikes, forcing Ji Qiaoyun back three steps, a trickle of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Ji Shuiyue, worried about her aunt, rushed over and helped her up, asking, "Auntie, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, cough cough..." Ji Qiaoyun coughed twice, then suddenly grabbed Ji Shuiyue's neck. A dark aura rose on Ji Shuiyue's face, and she instantly died. Ji Qiaoyun released her grip, and Ji Shuiyue's body slumped to the ground.

Everyone was shocked, but it was too late to help. Yun Ruoyu, who had been sitting regally, couldn't help but stand up. Ji Qiaoyun smiled sinisterly, her face shrouded in a layer of black aura, which she had just absorbed from Ji Shuiyue.

She opened her mouth and inhaled all the black energy on her face, then licked her lips: "The last trace of death energy... all complete! My Corpse-Dwelling Dragon Manifestation Technique has reached the highest level of the seventh level. I'd like to see what you have to offer to fight me."