UGB Chapter 99 Why aren't you moving?
Chapter 99 Why aren't you moving?
Min, the head of the workshop, took a step back, and the other workshop heads rushed forward in a swarm. Wu Shuangxue's blade flashed, and the workshop heads were in grave danger, but managed to parry. Min glanced at them, then suddenly remembered something and asked Sun Jingyi, who was sitting calmly in his chair:
Why aren't you moving?
Sun Jingyi's expression was ambiguous, a mix of amusement and wry smile, as he turned to look at Yue Feng standing behind him. Min Fangzhu's gaze also followed Yue Feng.
Yue Feng said, "Let's move."
Then Sun Jingyi moved, pouncing on Min Fangzhu like a tiger. Caught off guard, Min Fangzhu was immediately put on the defensive. But his martial arts were truly superb; with every gesture, powerful streams of internal energy blocked Sun Jingyi from entering.
Despite his best efforts, Sun Jingyi was unable to break through Min Fangzhu's defenses. Instead, Min Fangzhu seized an opening and Sun Jingyi nearly got punched.
Sun Jingyi narrowly dodged Min Fangzhu's punch, regained his footing, and was about to launch another attack when a piercingly sharp shriek suddenly pierced his ears and made his head throb. A thin beam of light flashed past him at an incredible speed, striking Min Fangzhu in the throat.
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Master Min cried out and fell backward. Sun Jingyi, still shaken, looked at him and saw a three-inch-long throwing knife with a black hilt stuck in Master Min's throat. The blade was completely submerged, and its shape was no longer visible.
He swallowed hard, wondering if he could catch Young Master Feng's flying knife if he were in Minfangzhu's place.
The answer is obvious: no. Moreover, throwing knives are different from techniques like finger strikes or palm strikes that can travel at most a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) away. Throwing knives, on the other hand, can potentially travel dozens of zhang (approximately 33 meters) away if the user has sufficient internal strength.
It seems that Shuiyue Manor's intelligence on Young Master Feng was ridiculously poor and completely wrong. It's no wonder he was defeated by him. Perhaps soon, those bastards from Shuiyue Manor will all go to hell to be buried with him.
Sun Jingyi thought for a moment, then suddenly heard Yue Feng say, "Go, kill everyone in this manor, leave no one alive. Don't let anyone know who did it."
Sun Jingyi suddenly awoke, only then noticing the unusual silence in the hall. Wu Shuangxue stood proudly in the middle of the hall, a circle of corpses lying at her feet. The corpses were covered in knife wounds, blood and gore, and belonged to the other workshop leaders besides herself and Min Fangzhu.
"Yes, yes!"
Sun Jingyi rushed out of the hall like a madman. Wu Shuangxue said, "Yannianfang is a very large building. He probably can't clean it properly by himself."
Yue Feng nodded: "Let's go lend a hand too."
Suddenly, a firework rocket soared into the sky, dazzling even in broad daylight, its sound echoing for miles around. Wu Shuangxue frowned: "They're sending a message up the mountain. Reinforcements from Shuiyue Manor should be arriving soon."
Yue Feng hesitated for a moment, then called Sun Jingyi over and asked him, "Have you killed everyone who has seen you?"
Sun Jingyi nodded without hesitation.
Yue Feng said to Wu Shuangxue, "Give him a knife, but spare his life."
Wu Shuangxue drew her sword, and with a flash of light, Sun Jingyi's arm flew backward. Sun Jingyi's vision went black, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. Yue Feng reminded him, "Stop the bleeding with acupressure, run!" Sun Jingyi ran while applying acupressure to stop the bleeding, but suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Yue Feng raised an eyebrow at Wu Shuangxue, who said, "His heart meridian was injured by the sword energy, but he didn't die." Yue Feng shook his head. With his heart meridian injured, even if he didn't die now, his death wouldn't be far off. This Sun Jingyi, who acted as an accomplice to evil, deserved his fate.
Wu Shuangxue asked, "What do we do now?"
"Take a break and wait for the rabbit to run into the tree stump."
Wu Shuangxue nodded in agreement. She found that as long as she acted with Yue Feng, there were very few things she needed to think about; she could simply listen to Yue Feng. This feeling of dependence was both a comfort and a source of trouble for the always strong-willed Wu Shuangxue.
She sat down on the steps in front of the hall, lost in thought. Yue Feng sat down beside her, took out a plain handkerchief, and carefully wiped her face clean. Suddenly, he kissed her on the cheek.
Wu Shuangxue was taken aback and gave him a reproachful look: "What time is it? Why are you still being so indecent?"
Yue Feng chuckled: "You always look beautiful, no matter when."
Wu Shuangxue rolled her eyes: "Looks like? I'm actually not pretty."
Yue Feng leaned close to her ear and said in an extremely ambiguous tone, "Actually, you're even more beautiful."
Wu Shuangxue inexplicably understood Yue Feng's meaning and reached out to hit him. Her small fist landed on Yue Feng's shoulder, but didn't even make a sound. Yue Feng's heart warmed, and he put his arm around her shoulder.
The two nestled together for a while, and Yue Feng took the opportunity to use the Giant Spirit Golden Body Divine Skill to help Wu Shuangxue nourish her meridians. Just as they completed one cycle, they heard an angry yet very familiar girl's voice coming from outside the manor:
"Who is so vicious as to attack Anji Ward in broad daylight?"
Another woman's voice, tinged with arrogance, said, "Junior sister, please calm down. The thieves may not have left yet. Be careful, they might be lying in ambush."
Footsteps approached in a flurry, growing louder as a large group of women appeared before Yue Feng and Wu Shuangxue. Both were startled upon seeing each other. Yue Feng noticed that one of the two women at the head of the group was Xiong Zhaozhao, and couldn't help but curl his lip in disapproval.
Yue Feng was still in disguise and didn't have the jade flute Xiong Zhaozhao had given him. Therefore, in Xiong Zhaozhao's eyes, she only saw the two adulterers flirting leisurely after killing someone, which made her furious. She drew her sword and rushed over.
Wu Shuangxue bit Yue Feng's ear and said, "Is this one of your lovers?" When Yue Feng didn't answer, she pinched him hard, got up, drew her sword, and went to meet him.
Xiong Zhaozhao originally came for Yue Feng and Wu Shuangxue, but Wu Shuangxue's single-edged sword strike blocked all of Xiong Zhaozhao's sword moves. Only then did Xiong Zhaozhao realize that Wu Shuangxue was a formidable opponent, so she rallied her spirits and unleashed the superior swordsmanship of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
In an instant, a circle of sword energy formed around Wu Shuangxue and Xiong Zhaozhao, and the circle grew larger and larger. Except for the woman next to Xiong Zhaozhao, everyone else was forced to retreat, moving further and further away from the hall.
The woman was in her prime, and while her looks couldn't compare to Wu Shuangxue and Xiong Zhaozhao, she was still exceptionally beautiful. In particular, her extraordinary and refined气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance or aura) was something neither Wu Shuangxue nor Xiong Zhaozhao possessed.
She looked down at Yue Feng and said calmly, "Who are you? Who is ordering you around? Tell me honestly, and I can give you a quick death."
Yue Feng remained seated, and softly retorted, "Shouldn't one state their own name before asking someone else's?"
As the woman walked towards Yue Feng, she slowly drew her longsword. It was a longsword of unusual color; both the hilt and the blade were a very pale milky white.
"I am Ji Shuiyue, the mistress of Shuiyue Manor. Now you know whose sword I am about to die by."