Chapter 200: A Furious Love
The heavy rain continued to pour.
The lantern under the eaves emitted a faint glow, illuminating the dark night.
In his hand, the young man held a yellow oil-paper umbrella. It seemed as if he was climbing the steps to heaven, stepping on the floating layers of umbrellas in mid-air, calmly observing the crimson scene of the street.
The umbrella covered him halfway, and the blood trickled down, merging into the rushing rainwater on the blue stone slab, gradually spreading and becoming invisible.
In the world of cultivation, many people have surely heard of the name "Fire Umbrella Spirit". There are four members in the "Fire Umbrella Spirit" group. The leader is Hua Yanming, followed by Weng Yi, Zhang Bingcan, and Yao Guichang. Among them, three are cultivators at the Foundation Building stage, with Weng Yi being the strongest, possessing the cultivation of Golden Core. These four are known for their expertise in using the "Umbrella Formation". Although their cultivation level is not considered very high in the cultivation world, their Umbrella Formation is exquisite, and they have killed many cultivators at the Golden Core stage.
With so many people, along with the four brothers, it should have been more than enough to deal with Lu Cixian.
But as Hua Yanming made his move, his heart sank. He knew he had overlooked something.
They should not have taken this job in the first place.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and then Hua Yanming witnessed a scene that shocked him.
The young man's body was filled with powerful lightning energy. In an instant, a dazzling burst of electricity shot up from his palm!
"What kind of strange technique is this?!" Hua Yanming was startled. When they took on this mission, no one told them that Lu Cixian had this move up his sleeve!
A body that can withstand lightning? Are they still human? Hua Yanming and Zhang Bingcan felt a chill creeping up their spines. Without thinking too much, they swiftly opened their umbrellas and launched a rapid attack, using punches and kicks, while the umbrella surface provided cover.
But Lu Cixian was even faster than them.
Zhang Bingcan reached out to grab, while Hua Yanming followed closely behind, attempting to trip their opponent.
The two worked together seamlessly. The young man's eyes were calm, with dark pupils. He countered their attacks with his curved arms and fists meeting their strikes.
With seemingly precognitive footwork, he skillfully evaded Hua Yanming's continuous attempts to lock his legs, quickly retreating.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of impacts filled the air.
The sound of physical contact filled the air, as she swung her arms and legs, causing water droplets to scatter in a sparkling circle!
Although Lu Cixian had never interacted with these people before, her years of running errands told her that they were skilled assassins who were hired to rob and eliminate people on behalf of others. There must be a mastermind behind all this.
Who could it be that wanted to kill her? Who wanted the Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword in her arms?
Leaving Buping College with the Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword, he had no idea that he had brought trouble with him. Along the way, he encountered numerous attempts to snatch it from him. Being stopped at the entrance of Kunshan seemed normal at first.
But he had kept their journey confidential. Only the disciples welcoming guests in Kunshan knew they would arrive at this specific time and pass through Dingjiu Street. Judging from the attackers, it was clear that everything had been planned in advance.
Lu Cixian thought silently, Did Kunshan leak the news? Is the mastermind behind the hit in Kunshan? But Kunshan is so big, how can she find them?
Unable to come up with a better plan, Lu Cixian made a decisive choice, the simplest yet most effective way.
She closed the plum blossom umbrella in her hand, its tip reflecting a chilling cold light. In the midst of the struggle, she took advantage of the opponent's distraction and pulled on the man's arm with her right hand.
Before Zhang Bingcan could react, the tip of the umbrella was already at his throat.
"Huosan Yuling" tasted for the first time what it was like to have her own umbrella against her throat.
The young boy whispered, "Who sent you?"
Zhang Bingcan clenched her teeth, rain rolling down her face, but she remained silent.
The young boy said calmly, "I could kill you right now."
Zhang Bingcan knew he wasn't bluffing. Everything Lu Cixian said was true. Even if they killed Zhang Bingcan and Hua Yanming here, he could still turn around and chase after the remaining two.
But these cultivators, who took people's money to resolve their troubles, valued one word above all else: "promise". Even in death, they refused to reveal the names of their clients, let alone offend them.
Seeing that Zhang Bingcan's approach was futile, Lu Cixian turned his gaze towards Hua Yanming, exuding the aura of a true villain. "Who sent you? If you don't speak, I will kill them."
Under the pressure of his villainous demeanor, the two brothers stood firm and resolute.
Hua Yanming stared fiercely at Zhang Bingcan, his face full of displeasure, yet he still spoke, "Even if you kill me and my younger brother here, we won't reveal anything. In business, a single word is enough."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw the tip of an umbrella tilt slightly, slicing through Zhang Bingcan's neck. Zhang Bingcan widened his eyes and made two choking sounds in his throat, before immediately losing his life.
Hua Yanming trembled violently, filled with grief and anger, and let out a furious cry, "Little brother!"
In the midst of his excitement, he felt a sudden chill in his chest as a dark golden sword pierced through.
Hua Yanming couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the young man in front of him skillfully strike.
"Crack" - a muffled sound.
The young man raised his blood-stained yellow plum umbrella, standing tall on its surface, looking at the bodies strewn on the ground.
He had never seen such an honest merchant before, someone with a conscience who was completely different from those unscrupulous merchants who sold contaminated oil and harmful milk powder in another world. But...
Lu Cixian silently looked at the bodies on the ground, kicked a few umbrellas to cover their corpses, and quietly murmured an apology.
These people, on the brink of life and death, had settled their grudge today. Even if he spared them, they would come back for revenge another day.
He glanced at the rolling dark clouds in the sky and folded his umbrella, disappearing into the bustling street in an instant.
Yuan Liu led a group of people through a secret passage to patrol the night. When they arrived, all they saw were bodies lying on the ground and a street filled with floating umbrellas that covered the sky.
One of the undercover disciples, named Jia, was astonished and asked, "What happened here?"
Yuan Liu's heart sank a little. With his experience, he could tell that these were cultivators who specialized in bounty hunting.
Did Lu Cixian do this?
Yuan Liu had only caught a glimpse of Lu Cixian from a distance when he was attending a gathering with Ma Huaizhen.
He crouched down and searched through the bodies on the ground, leaving him in awe. The way they were killed was efficient and ruthless, even sending shivers down the experienced undercover disciple's spine.
Yuan Liu's face grew cold.
Perhaps Lu Cixian was even colder and more determined than he had imagined.
They had arrived too late. The battle had already ended.
Yuan Liu sighed, his face turning a bit grim. He turned to his team and said, "Let's continue to pursue them. They shouldn't have gone far."
"Them" referred to the disciples from Kunshan.
One evening, Qiao Wan decided not to sleep and instead came to Dingjiu Street. This gave the night patrol disciples more work, and she wondered why she couldn't reach Qiao Wan at this time. Qiao Wan had just returned, but he hadn't had a chance to talk to her yet.
Her return caused a lot of trouble in Precept Hall, and many leaders in Kunshan were also unhappy. Lu Pihan was the one who tried to mediate and suppress the situation. Now that Qiao Wan had just calmed down and disappeared again, Yuan Liu noticed the jade slip hidden in his pocket. He realized that he needed to inform Lu Pihan and bring their child back. Thankfully, he had already sent a message earlier.
The problem was that he was worried Qiao Wan might accidentally come here.
After collecting Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword, Lu Cixian flew quickly.
Before Xiao Sanlang left, he made several marks along the way to make it easier for him to catch up.
He didn't doubt Xiao Huan's abilities, and he knew that Xiao Huan had the qualifications to compete for the position of the next head of the Xiao family. However, what worried him the most was that after Xiao Sanlang brought these people to Xiao Huan, he didn't spare a single one. If that's the case, it would be difficult to find out who was behind all this.
Being able to gather information about Kunshan, set up ambushes in this area in time, and mobilize the group of people called "Fire Umbrella Spirit," the mastermind behind all this and the people who had been plotting against Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword along the way must be different. The mastermind must be someone powerful and influential.
With such a person watching from behind, if they don't expose them...
The young man clenched his lips.
He was worried.
They had arrived.
His footsteps paused, and Lu Cixian looked up at the sign in front of him.
In the rainy night, a two-story building stood quietly. It hadn't closed yet, with lights illuminating the interior. The light in front of the door reflected on the wet stone surface, casting a faint yellow glow.
The window on the second floor facing the street was wide open, and there were intermittent sounds of fighting.
Without thinking too much, Lu Cixian immediately leaped up and flipped into the second floor. Just as he entered, he heard an elegant and relaxed voice with a smiling tone.
"Guests have arrived."
"I believe this must be the famous Lu Cixian?"
A young man with black hair and a golden ring stood by the window, looking at the visitor with a smiling face.
Even Xiao Huan couldn't help but be a little curious.
This is... Lu Cixian?
Lu Cixian calmed his mind and looked behind Xiao Huan.
There were several bodies scattered in a disorderly manner behind him. The innkeeper looked terrified, staring at the mess. Xiao Sanlang and some disciples from Kunshan were attending to their injuries. The "young girl" in a red wedding dress and the disciples from Buping College stood together. When they saw Lu Cixian, they all looked up and whispered, "Senior."
Lu Cixian's heart skipped a beat, immediately sensing that something was wrong.
On the girl's thin face, there was a deep and visible cut, running from her eyebrows to her lips, a gruesome sight.
When she saw the boy, Wang Ruyi trembled and immediately pouted with a look of distress, pointing to the cut on her face and coquettishly saying, "Brother Cixian... it hurts."
The image of this ugly girl corpse, speaking in a sweet and affectionate voice, made Xiao Sanlang and the others feel a bit uneasy, causing them to glance at the boy.
What...?
To their surprise, the boy actually became angry, his expressionless face tensing his fingers and scanning the second floor, saying, "Who did this?"
Xiao Huan looked at the boy, who exuded a sense of both trendiness and fierceness, nodded slightly, and took a step forward, asking with an inquiring look, "During the intense battle, this female taoist friend accidentally got hit by a sword aura."
"Where is the person who attacked?"
"They have already escaped," Xiao Huan sighed, a hint of guilt on his face, "I apologize, I wasn't capable enough and couldn't stop everyone, some managed to escape."
Lu Cixian glanced at him and said, "Thank you, Xiao Huan, for your protection. It's not easy for you to protect so many people."
Xiao Huan replied, "Taoist Friend Lu, you're too kind."
Lu Cixian asked, "Which direction did they go?"
Xiao Huan raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you planning to chase after them alone, Taoist Friend?"
The young man gently touched his fair and delicate fingers and said, "As the art of war says, do not block the retreating army, do not surround the enemy to their last resort. Are you not afraid that if you chase after them alone, they might fight to the death and put you in a tight spot?"
Not only Xiao Huan, but the others behind him also expressed their disagreement.
"We have already informed Wenshi Hall, and the secret forces are probably on their way."
And also...
Moreover, this person is driven by anger for a loved one. Although we don't know why this female corpse and Lu Cixian are traveling together, her appearance is somewhat regrettable.
The other people looked a bit strange and couldn't understand why Lu Cixian, who looked so graceful and beautiful, had this person with such a sorry appearance by their side, learning how to act coquettish like a dead woman.
One of the disciples from Kunshan couldn't help but speak up, "Taoist Friend Lu, what's with this..."
"What's with this ugly thing..."
Before they could finish speaking, a bright sword light suddenly flashed. The young boy suddenly drew his sword and brushed it past the disciple's ear with the Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword in his hand. With one stroke, he decapitated the "black-robed figure" who was still struggling to stand up behind the disciple.
The Kunshan disciple who had just spoken was scared and almost fell to the ground.
The room suddenly became quiet, and more than ten pairs of eyes looked at the young boy outside the window with shocked expressions.
"Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword, although it can't be used for fighting, it can still be used for killing."
The young boy walked forward, picked up the severed head from the ground, and coldly held it in his hand. He looked at Wang Ruyi and said, "Wait."
After saying that, he turned around and jumped out of the window.
Xiao Sanlang took a few steps forward.
The young man, wrapped in a fox fur, leaned against the window frame and quietly watched the dark night. He listened to the sound of the rain hitting the window.
"Young master?"
Xiao Huan chuckled mysteriously, "This Lu Cixian, Taoist Friend Lu, is quite unexpected. He is charming and gentle, cherishing beauty and treating precious things with care."
