Login with GoogleChapter 75: The Seven Days of Annihilation (Part Four)
Qiao Wan was surprised.
She had just been packaged up and sent to Mrs. Cen.
Be it in Kunshan or the Qizawa Province in the southern Thirteen Provinces, Qiao Wan had experienced many hardships and life-or-death situations. She had once imagined how her pulse replenishment would happen, but she never expected it to be such a hurried and rushed experience like it was now.
In Shichun Hall, the Four Spirits of the Cen Family were still fighting desperately, while Mrs. Cen had just manipulated the spiritual silk needles.
The pure white spiritual silk, a form of condensation of spiritual energy, shimmered most radiantly.
Pulse replenishment was a delicate task. With the twelve meridians and various extraordinary channels all over the body, it would take twenty days to replenish them all. Time was running out, especially considering Mrs. Cen's injury. Tonight, they could only replenish two channels.
Cen Qingyou had already discussed this with Mrs. Cen beforehand. Mrs. Cen touched Qiao Wan's head and said, "Pulse replenishment might be a bit painful."
Qiao Wan shook her head. "I'm not afraid of pain."
Mrs. Cen glanced at her and began the pulse replenishment.
Threading the needle, the spiritual needle first pierced through the top of the head, and a warm sensation followed as it flowed down.
At first, it was a bit painful, but when she started sewing, it became excruciating.
But Qiao Wan has already endured the pain of bone training.
Her body's ability to withstand beatings and abuse has become stronger. Although Qiao Wan was in pain, with sweat on her forehead and darkness in her eyes, she bit her lip and was determined to keep going.
By persevering, she can begin cultivating again.
Just like others who have cultivated.
With each stitch of the spiritual needle, many thoughts flooded Qiao Wan's mind.
Thoughts of the noble and aloof Yuqing Spiritual Master, thoughts of her former master, Zhou Yan.
Thoughts of Elder Martial Brother persisting to duel with her despite his illness, with his eyes filled with determination.
Thoughts of the life-or-death struggle beneath Changhong Cliff.
On this path of cultivation, she had already considered herself fortunate.
Qiao Wan clenched her fingers, feeling dizzy from the pain.
At least, compared to those cultivators who were trapped by their aptitude and couldn't make progress, she was much more fortunate.
As the incense burned out, the Foot Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian and Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian were repaired!
The woman took a deep breath and handed Qiao Wan a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her face.
In the candlelight, the gentle side of the woman's face was reflected.
"How does it feel?"
Qiao Wan carefully felt it and truthfully replied, "It feels very different."
She could feel the spiritual energy flowing through her meridians, unlike before.
On the night they arrived in Youxian Town, Qiao Wan sensed that something was not right. After giving up her cultivation, she found that her progress in practicing after leaving the mountain was five to six times more efficient than before. The spiritual energy was no longer only at thirty percent, but was completely absorbed.
Now that the Cen family's spiritual veins were broken and the air was filled with spiritual energy, coupled with the repair of the Foot Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian and Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian, the spiritual energy seemed to be abundant and rushed into her meridians.
Without a chance to ask Mrs. Cen what was going on, there was another loud bang outside the room!
That was the courtyard where the servants of the Cen family lived together!
Qiao Wan tightly held onto her handkerchief, picked up the repaired iron hammer from the ground, and hurriedly left!
The skin nailed to the wooden barrel looked at her with a bitter smile and said, "Do you really think you can save everyone? The Cen family's fate is sealed, even if you struggle, it will be in vain!"
Qiao Wan kicked the wooden barrel expressionlessly, sending it flying two yards away.
The devastating defeat of the Xuanwu Group ignited the fuse of unrest, and the hesitant ones started to revolt.
Qiao Wan stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching the figures running around in the fire. She lifted her foot and kicked the spirit stones and jewels that were scattered on the ground.
Regretting not leaving with the "charge out" group, seeing the disastrous defeat of the Xuanwu Group and the escape route completely blocked, these young and strong servants, who were eager for fights, thought that before they died, they should at least indulge in some desires, causing chaos and killing each other while Shichun Hall was too busy to send reinforcements.
The scene in front of Qiao Wan appeared to be like a hell.
Everyone looked terrifying, with blood splattered on their faces, they didn't look like humans or ghosts.
Qiao Wan kicked away a man who was groaning on top of a servant girl.
The man was sent flying by the kick, rolling twice before he looked up and yelled angrily, "Who the hell interrupted my good time?!"
When he raised his head and saw a "young" girl in front of him, he immediately felt fear and spit out, glaring at her fiercely, "Was it you who kicked me?!"
If it had been a beautiful servant girl in front of him, it would have been a different story.
But seeing that the person who kicked him was an ordinary-looking woman, not easy to find in the crowd, and next to her was a trembling, delicate servant girl.
Interrupted in his good time, the man became furious and got up from the ground, swinging his iron fists, ready to attack!
But the expected commotion did not happen.
The plain-looking servant girl calmly grabbed his wrist without any expression on her face.
The man's heart suddenly raced, and then, a sharp pain rapidly spread from his wrist!
Qiao Wan, with a blank expression, was squeezing the man's wrist bone.
The wrist bone of the adult man, when squeezed in her hand, was even more fragile than a piece of paper.
No need to exert force.
"Crack"
A faint sound of bones breaking could be heard as the man's wrist bone shattered under Qiao Wan's fingers.
"Ahhh!"
The sound of the man's screams echoed throughout the courtyard, like the squeal of a slaughtered pig.
The man was in excruciating pain, his eyes red: "I'm going to kill you, you whore!"
But his wrist was tightly held by Qiao Wan.
Her fair and white hands had a faint redness under the light of the fire.
In the blink of an eye, the man's wrist bones completely shattered!
Throwing aside the arm in her hand, Qiao Wan silently swung it forward, smashing the man!
"Boom"
After breaking through several walls, the man fell among the rubble, silent in his pain.
The commotion finally caught the attention of the others present.
Those who tried to rush forward were instantly sent flying by a swing of her hammer, accompanied by a flash of golden light.
Qiao Wan put away the hammer and glanced at the suddenly quiet courtyard, looking down. "Is everyone awake?"
After a few seconds of silence, the crowd erupted again!
"They're just maidservants!"
"What are we afraid of? Let's attack together. Can't we handle them?!"
A glittering light appeared.
One comes, she disables one.
Two come, she disables two.
Under the overwhelming force, finally, everyone fell silent.
"Xin Yi... "
Just then, a trembly voice sounded from the crowd.
Qiao Wan looked up.
Gui Qi was supporting a little maid who had just been rescued.
She didn't leave.
The life-and-death struggle of this night finally awakened the round-faced maid, who had been thinking about palace fights all day and calling her a "little troublemaker," and made her grow.
Staring at the young man not far away, the round-faced maid fell silent for a moment and asked, "Can we survive?"
The courtyard fell silent.
Only the crackling sound of burning houses and the painful moans of people lying on the ground remained.
The firelight danced on everyone's faces as they waited for the answer.
Qiao Wan paused for a moment, her eyes cold. "You all wait for me here, don't go anywhere, don't even move."
"Just stay here and watch."
Qiao Wan took a hammer and confidently stepped back into the fiery courtyard, her voice clear and strong.
"Watch as we fight our way out for you!"
Her words echoed throughout the crowd, leaving everyone in awe.
...
As soon as she left the courtyard, Qiao Wan saw a white-robed monk standing by the wall.
Their eyes met, and without the need for words, Cen Qingyou asked, "Is everything taken care of?"
Qiao Wan replied, "There might not be any more trouble for now, but just to be safe, I suggest you send a few people to keep an eye on this place."
Cen Qingyou nodded. "I understand."
"It's only the two of us now," the young boy sighed. "Xin Yi, you've worked hard."
Qiao Wan thought for a moment and said, "Not just her."
Cen Qingyou looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Qiao Wan said, "I'll find some more people for you."
Cen Qingyou looked at Qiao Wan in surprise as she walked away. After a while, two young people arrived behind him.
One had a baby face, and the other had dog-like ears and a tail.
They were Xiao Boyang and Xiu Quan .
Xiu Quan smiled and said, "Mrs. Cen is helping me heal. It's only fair that I contribute too."
Xiao Boyang , who had been brought over by Qiao Wan , felt conflicted at that moment.
Finally, there were four people.
Cen Qingyou looked at the three people in front of him and couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.
In the flickering firelight, the four of them exchanged glances.
Now that they had four companions, it was time to fight back!
...
The base of operations was arranged in a room to the right of Shichun Hall. Qiao Wan , Xiao Boyang , and Xiu Quan were all under the command of Cen Qingyou .
They didn't have enough people, so each of the four had different tasks.
In summary, Qiao Wan was in charge of fighting, while Xiao Boyang and the clever-nosed Xiu Quan worked together for reconnaissance.
The task was given, Xiu Quan and Xiao Boyang immediately left the house.
By midnight, the warfare started again.
Qiao Wan held a big golden melon against the wall and waited for news from the two.
After a while, there was finally some movement outside the room. Qiao Wan opened her eyes and jumped up from the ground, just in time to meet Xiao Boyang and Xiu Quan who hurriedly returned to Shichun Hall.
"How many people?" Cen Qingyou asked.
Xiao Boyang, who was used to a life of luxury, didn't even have time to wipe the dirt off his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "There are three teams in total, led by two people!"
Let's start!
The candlelight flickered and rose, one by one, row by row, creating a continuous flame!
All the tables, chairs, candles, and writing materials that could be found in the warehouse were moved to the back of the room.
The whole room was brightly lit.
The beads on the boy's wrist jingled as he turned around and quickly pulled out a stack of scrolls from a cabinet.
The blank paper rolled out on the table, and everyone crowded around.
Under the oppression of Jia Yin, Xiu Quan worked very efficiently and methodically, quickly explaining with clear words, "The two people who are coming are Xianyu Bo and Ji Guangliang."
Cen Qingyou rolled up his sleeves and calmly said, "Xianyu Bo and Ji Guangliang both belong to the Lin family. Xianyu Bo is skilled in using poison, while Ji Guangliang is skilled in using fire magic."
"But that is not our target."
Cen Qingyou turned his head and said, "Xianyu Bo and Ji Guangliang might be too much for Xin Yi to handle."
"Our target is the two people under Xianyu Bo."
"Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen."
Qiao Wan nodded to show her understanding.
Just in case Qiao Wan couldn't handle the situation alone, Cen Qingyou specially arranged for Xiao Boyang to accompany her.
Xiu Quan grinned and said, "Among these two people, Qiu Mo is best at gathering information. Capturing him is the top priority."
As they spoke, he hopped onto the chair and squatted down: "Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen both use swords. Qiu Mo uses the Sanyin Sword and Lin Zhiwen uses the Xuehai Sword."
With the two armies facing off, information and strength were equally important. Someone like Qiu Mo, who was skilled at gathering intelligence, losing one would be a significant loss.
If they could take down Qiu Mo--
The four of them glanced at each other, their intentions clear in their eyes.
Cen Qingyou took out a map from the cabinet and spread it on the table.
During the previous attack, the Lin family captured the Crystal Pavilion, which would serve as their temporary base before confronting Shichun Hall. Apart from the main road, there was also a small path called the Bamboo Wind Path that Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen would take.
The four companions exchanged glances.
The candle flame swayed, illuminating the point on the map clearly.
Cen Qingyou's hand flickered with a Buddhist bead, and he spoke in a powerful and determined voice, "When the time comes, we will intercept them on the Bamboo Wind Path!"
Cen Qingyou looked up and gazed steadily at Qiao Wan, saying, "Xin Yi, I need you."
"I need you to be our sword."
...
Xianyu Bo and Ji Guangliang were in charge of leading the attack, with Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen following closely behind.
After losing Crystal Pavilion, disciples of the Cen family fought desperately, bloodstaining the area in front of Shichun Hall.
From then on, it was a matter of defending Shichun Hall. Countless lives of the Cen family and Four Spirits disciples were at stake, and no one was willing to retreat.
Defend! We must defend at all costs!
As ordered by the family head, as long as we hold on for the first two days, reinforcements will come!
At this moment, no one could have anticipated that a figure in pink, accompanied by a figure in white, would gracefully step through the flames, sword in hand.
The battle for counterattack began with a small team of four!
While the fighting in front was intense, on the Bamboo Wind Path, there were two cultivators, one tall and one short, accompanied by a few disciples, hurrying forward without stopping.
These two individuals were none other than Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen.
Qiao Wan and Xiao Boyang had just dashed towards Bamboo Wind Path not long ago when the room welcomed another handsome and mature young man.
Stopping in front of the dimly lit room, Cen Qingjia, the eldest son of the Cen family who should have been sitting in Shichun Hall, commanding together with Cen Xiangnan, did not see Cen Qingyou's figure. Perhaps anticipating something, he furrowed his brows and boldly pushed open the room's door.
In the flickering candlelight, he indeed saw a picturesque young monk.
With the war raging, Cen Qingjia didn't look too pleased. "So, you're really here."
The young man looked up from the scroll of maps, was momentarily startled, and silently saluted, "Big brother."
Cen Qingjia scanned the room with a stern gaze, glanced at the pile of tables, chairs, and scrolls inside the house, and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"
Cen Qingyou poured a cup of tea and invited Cen Qingjia to sit down.
After a while, he finally spoke, "Father is defending Shichun Hall and refuses to attack... so I..."
"So you've been hiding here by yourself, planning all of this?!" Cen Qingjia shook the map and files on the table and spoke coldly, "Who told you to do this?!"
Cen Qingjia asked, "Does Father know about this? Did you hide it from him?"
Cen Qingyou lifted his eyes and met the gaze of his older brother.
His gaze was gentle and determined, not giving an inch. "Father refuses to take action, and I had no choice but to do this."
"What have you done?"
"I sent Xin Yi to intercept Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen on the Bamboo Wind Path."
Cen Qingjia gasped, his face suddenly stiff. He couldn't believe that Cen Qingyou had the audacity to do such a thing.
"You sent a maid to the Bamboo Wind Path to intercept Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen ?!" Cen Qingjia was so angry that he fell backward, "What can a little maid like her accomplish?!"
"I trust Xin Yi and Xiao taoist friend."
Cen Qingyou lowered his eyes and remained silent.
The two brothers stood there in a stalemate for a while, but eventually Cen Qingjia conceded.
Although he inherited Cen Xiangnan's personality, Cen Qingjia, the eldest son of the Cen family, seemed a bit mature and old-fashioned. But in reality, he had a very kind heart. When he saw the stubborn young man standing in the room, most of his anger disappeared.
"I will keep it a secret from father," Cen Qingjia frowned and said impatiently, "But I will only help you this one time. The situation is serious, it's not a game."
Cen Qingjia didn't forget to look at Qiao Wan. With a serious face, he took a sip of tea to calm himself down. Deep down, he still couldn't fully believe that this little girl could do anything, even with the help of the disciples from Kunshan.
On the Bamboo Wind Path.
Qiao Wan and Xiao Boyang stayed silent and hidden, waiting for someone to come.
"Both of them are troublemakers," Xiao Boyang was worried, and warned, "Be careful later, we cannot act rashly."
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures suddenly appeared among the bamboo leaves.
They had arrived!
Qiao Wan and Xiao Boyang, a man and a woman, were using different footwork techniques, one using the Miao Wei Step and the other using the Ta Xing Step, as they walked along the Bamboo Wind Path. They blocked everyone on the path, just like a dumpling!
Suddenly, their way was blocked.
The thin man looked at the young man and woman in front of him with icy eyes and asked, "Who are you?!"
Qiao Wan stood in front of the Bamboo Wind Path, holding a heavy hammer. She smiled and said slowly, "I've come to fight you."
Qiao Wan had reached the fourth level of Qi cultivation and had also strengthened her Lesser Yang Gall Bladder Meridian, giving her a confident and energetic spirit.
Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen both focused their attention on this seemingly unremarkable young maid before them.
She was a cultivator in the Qi cultivation stage. Her muscles were tense, and her breath was steady. She was not panicked or flustered.
Qiu Mo's anger turned into a cold smile as he said, "How dare you face the two of us alone. You're young, but you have quite the courage."
A battle broke out instantly!
In the blink of an eye, the Bamboo Wind Path became chaotic.
On the Bamboo Wind Path, Qiao Wan fought her way through the young disciples until she reached Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen.
Qiao Wan came specifically to kill Qiu Mo.
Without hesitation, Qiao Wan attacked Qiu Mo.
Qiu Mo, not one to back down, quickly swung his Sanyin Sword towards Qiao Wan and Xiao Boyang.
Lin Zhiwen's blood-soaked sword emitted a sinister aura as he approached.
Before the aura could reach her, Qiao Wan swiftly grabbed Lin Zhiwen's wrist and threw him towards Xiao Boyang.
Qiao Wan said, "Take care of that one, I'll handle this one."
With precise timing, the blade of the blood-soaked sword struck Xiao Boyang's forehead.
Fear overwhelmed Xiao Boyang, but he swiftly moved using a technique called "Star Step," resembling the speed of a shooting star.
Dodging the blade with a burning sensation on their backside, the young person's face turned red with anger.
Being a step too late, they would have met their untimely demise.
The familiar, comforting desire to bite and kill the girl in front of them surged once again within them.
Xiao Boyang was forced to exclaim once more, "Qiao Wan , I curse you!"
Lin Zhiwen grinned while holding a knife, asking, "What's going on? Internal conflict?"
Xiao Boyang pursed his lips in silence, but the strikes from his "Golden Dragon Breaker" became even more fierce, like a continuous burst of explosions.
Even the young master of the Xiao family had his own pride. Despite Qiao Wan being so difficult to deal with, they had fought against each other for so many years. But as for the person in front of them, who exactly were they?
After all, in all their years of battling in Kunshan, Qiao Wan and Xiao Boyang had become very familiar with each other. Even if Xiao Boyang refused to admit it, he couldn't deny that their coordination was tacit and seamless.
The battle suddenly split apart, then swiftly merged back together.
The air in the Cen family was filled with spiritual energy, like a natural training ground.
Qiao Wan swung her iron hammer with great strength and speed.
The newly repaired meridians were in need of spiritual energy to replenish them. The more intense the fight, the more the surrounding spiritual energy surged.
The spiritual energy flowed smoothly, converging and swirling above her head before rushing into her dantian, not a drop wasted! It repeatedly washed and tempered her body.
As Qiao Wan fought against Qiu Mo she suddenly felt that something was off, and her heart jolted in surprise.
Her entire body was filled with lively spiritual energy, as if there were signs of advancement.
The two pairs faced each other, their swords and blades intertwining in the air.
Quickly, Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen figured out the anomaly. The servant girl in front of them was aiming for Qiu Mo, she wanted to kill him!
Realizing this, the situation changed instantly. Lin Zhiwen let go of Xiao Boyang and charged directly towards Qiao Wan together with Qiu Mo.
Qiao Wan had no time to think about her advancement. She quickly dodged the incoming Sanyin Sword and counterattacked with a hammer, knocking down the blood-red giant blade that followed closely behind.
Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen were no match for the stronger Qiao Wan and Xiao Boyang. Qiu Mo swung his Sanyin Sword but missed, so he swung again with all his might, aiming for their armor.
Lin Zhiwen reacted quickly and kicked Qiao Wan in the chest, catching her off guard. It was a coordinated attack.
Qiao Wan was sent flying by the powerful kick, coughing up blood. But without hesitation, she grabbed her iron hammer and charged straight back into the fight!
The swords clashed, and the bamboo leaves fell like rain.
The Bamboo Wind Path was filled with a chilling aura of death.
Everywhere they looked, there was danger.
Xiao Boyang couldn't believe his eyes and almost couldn't catch his breath.
He muttered to himself, "Qiao Wan, you fool!"
Realizing the situation, he decided to stand by her side.
Qiao Wan leaped into the air and kicked the Xuehai Sword. As she descended, she swung her iron hammers with all her might!
Her strikes were swift and fierce!
The swords clashed and flew in every direction.
With Xiao Boyang's help, Qiao Wan landed and, taking advantage of the chaos, managed to snatch the Xuehai Sword from Lin Zhiwen's hand.
With the Xuehai Sword in her hand, Qiao Wan looked towards Qiu Mo, who was not far away.
Qiu Mo was suddenly shocked.
But it was already too late.
Qiao Wan exerted force on her wrist, quickly transforming her spiritual power into spiritual threads, which she wrapped around the handle of the sword. With a swing of her arm, it flew out like a swinging hammer, sending the Xuehai Sword spinning away!
The flying sword cut through layers of sword light, breaking through a dense web of swords, and spiraled towards Qiu Mo's head!
The man's head rose high in the air and then fell heavily, causing a shower of blood.
The blood rained down, falling all around.
At the same time, Qiao Wan's spiritual power surged throughout her body, condensing into substance, fiercely circulating. In the next moment, her previous premonition was confirmed.
She had broken through to the fifth stage of cultivation.
The direction of the sword light changed, charging towards Lin Zhiwen.
The blade left a line of blood on his neck.
Another man's head also flew up into the air.
The sword light soared, killing yet another person!
Qiao Wan broke through the fifth level of Qi cultivation and didn't stop there. Her spiritual power continued to surge, breaking through to the sixth level.
Immediately after, she also broke through to the sixth level of Qi cultivation.
Xiao Boyang's hand suddenly stopped moving, watching as Qiao Wan took advantage of the Cen family's spiritual vein damage and greedily absorbed and digested the spiritual energy. It was as if she was trying to make up for the missing years in just a short amount of time.
Blood splashed all over Qiao Wan's body. She turned around, holding a hammer. Finally, her turbulent spiritual power gradually quieted down.
Xiao Boyang was stunned, his eyes wide open.
With the deaths of Qiu Mo and Lin Zhiwen, Xianyu Bo and Ji Guangliang's powerful subordinates were sent to confront them.
Although Qiao Wan and Xiao Boyang were sent out and trusted, it wasn't until they returned with the heads of their enemies that Cen Qingyou realized how easily they had won this battle.
The young man, who has always been calm and gentle, had a visible smile on his face.
In the young man's dark eyes, the bright candlelight reflected, as he looked at the girl standing at the door.
Qiao Wan stood in the dark night, looking truly like a sharp sword.
With her veins filled and bursting with strength, she showed astonishing prowess.
The small team of four emerged victorious in their first battle.
After completing the Lesser Yang Gallbladder Meridian and the Lesser Yin Liver Meridian, Qiao Wan successively killed two people, advancing to the sixth level of Qi Training in one fell swoop!
