The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 739 A Sword Flows Like Clouds, the Chief Inspector Arrives in Person (It seems a bit warmer today)

As the sword flashed, a look of amazement appeared in Fang Qing's eyes.

The beauty is like the moon, the sword light is like a rainbow; they are beautiful but unattainable.

But without a doubt, at this moment, to be able to witness Lord Mu's sword strike was an unparalleled honor.

Lord Mu truly lives up to his reputation as the number one prodigy of the Wei River, a figure listed on the Rising Stars Ranking. With just one sword strike, he forced Bloodhand Butcher to retreat.

Such combat power is truly astonishing.

Fang Qing composed himself, reached into his robe, and a blood-red disc appeared in his hand. The disc's edge gleamed with a cold light.

Having already revealed their identities, there's no need to conceal them any further.

"The Zhenfu Division is conducting an investigation; all bystanders, please move aside!"

He shouted and quickly moved toward Lord Mu.

"grown ups!"

The group surrounded Peng Feihu, forming a defensive formation and pressing forward.

Those who could appear here were the elite of the Zhenfu Division. Their actions were naturally methodical.

Although they did not discover the location of Bloodhand Butcher Peng Feihu immediately, they had already laid a trap before the operation to prevent him from escaping.

In addition, some of them changed their clothes and sneaked in to find out where Peng Feihu was.

Although there were some minor deviations, the result is undoubtedly acceptable given the current situation.

The only problem is that Peng Feihu has a hostage.

The tricky part is that this hostage is not a servant girl from the Chunhua Pavilion, but a dissolute young man who came to seek pleasure.

Chunhua Pavilion is notorious for its exorbitant prices. As one of the most luxurious nightclubs in the city, its patrons are all either wealthy or powerful. This young man in blue is clearly no ordinary person either; he is likely a young scion of a prominent family in the city.

Upon realizing this, many of the people who had gathered around couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache.

Fang Qing's face was resolute, his gaze icy. He swept his gaze across the young man in the blue robe, a hint of disgust appearing in his eyes.

He was born into a wealthy family, which was not exactly a humble background, but he had no liking for these young masters of noble families who were unambitious and only knew how to seek pleasure all day long.

Bearing the glory of their family and enjoying abundant resources, yet lacking ambition and failing to uphold the family's honor—what difference is there between such a person and a parasite?

Although few people in the world have the talent of Master Mu to be the pillar of the family in this generation, it is not difficult for him to cultivate diligently and be busy with his duties.
These people, backed by their families, can reap rewards a thousandfold or even more with just a little effort. They possess a mountain of treasure yet remain unaware of it. If they were in the same shoes, their circumstances would likely be far less favorable than those of the insignificant!

Due to his personality, he never had a good impression of these pleasure-seeking patrons. Now that the mission was hindered and unknown changes had occurred, he couldn't help but feel even more disgusted.

However, not everyone felt the same way. Some people suddenly realized the situation was tricky and couldn't help but look at the figure at the front.

However, whether it was their imagination or not, some people, looking from the side, saw a hint of surprise and delight on Lord Mu's face.

surprise?

How can it be! ?
They must have misread it.

In this situation, where is the surprise?!

The two locked eyes and instantly recognized each other.

The beauty's eyes, as clear as autumn water, trembled slightly, rippling with emotion.

Beneath the ripples lies a deep longing and yearning.

And then there was that indescribable surprise.

She never imagined that tonight's actions would lead to a reunion with her long-lost lover.

Chen Ping'an looked at the beautiful woman in front of him with a gentle smile.

Years have passed since we parted, but the beauty remains the same.

Just like in the past, that figure under the moonlight.

Holding the same sword, equally beautiful and peerless, equally breathtaking.

"If you don't want him to die, get out of the way!"

A low, short voice broke the brief silence.

Peng Feihu's hand, like sharp claws, gripped Chen Ping'an's throat, glaring hatefully at those around him.

Even now, he still can't figure out how he was exposed.

Hearing the voice behind him, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but feel speechless.

This scene feels so familiar, as if I've seen it before.

After all these years, it's still the same old routine.

Chen Ping'an had sensed Wan Jun's presence long before. Considering the layout of the scene, this was a capture operation.

If it were anyone else, he would have already made his move and killed the person behind him on the spot.

Even today, a cultivator of Peng Feihu's level, if he so desires, doesn't even need to make a move; his will and aura alone are enough to terrify his opponent.

However, since this mission was Wan Jun's, he didn't want to interfere too much as long as the situation was under control.

"Peng Feihu, why don't you surrender now!" someone shouted from the crowd surrounding them. "This place is a trap, you can't escape!"

"Whether he can escape or not is up to me!" Peng Feihu's face turned fierce, as if he wanted to devour someone: "Mu Wanjun, if you want him dead, get out of my way! Otherwise, it'll be a fight to the death, I'll go on a killing spree, and not many people here will survive!"

"Insolence!" Fang Qing shouted sharply as soon as Peng Feihu finished speaking, "Peng Feihu, how dare you be so disrespectful with Lord Mu here!?"

As he spoke, Fang Qing took a big step forward, his imposing manner suggesting he wanted Mu Wanjun to remember him.

Unfortunately, his plan was destined to fail, and Mu Wanjun never even glanced at him from beginning to end.

From the moment the situation arose, Mu Wanjun's gaze had been fixed on Chen Ping'an.

Noticing that Mu Wanjun's gaze had been fixed on the young man in the blue robe in his hands the entire time, Peng Feihu's face curled into a cold smile.

Apparently, he made the right bet.

This man in the blue robe must be someone of high status and wealth, someone of considerable importance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have moved Mu Wanjun, the proud daughter of the Mu family, to such an extent.

Judging from their appearance, they seem to know each other. If that's the case, then things will be much easier!

No matter how famous you are, you are still too young.

When you have a hostage, the more you care, the more leverage the other side has!

"You bunch of trash, you only dare to talk back to me because you outnumber me. If it were one-on-one, I'd like to see which one of you would dare!" Peng Feihu's face was fierce, and he sneered disdainfully: "Mu Wanjun, tell these people to get out of the way. As long as I leave, I guarantee he'll live."

As he spoke, Peng Feihu's tightly clenched hands tightened, and the blood-red iron plate covering his palm gleamed with a cold light.

Peng Feihu knew without even looking that there should already be bloodstains on the other person's neck.

"I don't have that much time to waste with you. Whether he lives or dies, just say the word!" Peng Feihu's eyes blazed with malice.

The enemy, hesitant to act rashly, must exert relentless pressure. He is surrounded, time is limited, and he cannot afford to linger. If he drags on and attracts reinforcements from powerful figures, he will surely die.

At that point, the situation would be beyond Mu Wanjun's control alone.

Since he has the resources, he needs to generate value as quickly as possible.

"Scatter, all of you!" Mu Wanjun's voice was clear and melodious.

To Peng Lianhu at that moment, it truly sounded like celestial music.

"My lord!" Upon hearing this, some of the elite soldiers present couldn't help but feel anxious.

Mu Wanjun glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Although the man looked anxious, he eventually retreated, muttering to himself.

Although Mu Wanjun was an outsider from the Weishui Town Commandery, as the person with the highest status on this trip, she had absolute power.

"Damn it!" Fang Qing felt extremely resentful and frustrated.

He did not resent Lord Mu, but his disgust for the man in the blue robe had increased.

As things stand, though it's not everyone's wish, nor is it the man in the blue robe's wish, some things, when they happen, ultimately require finding an emotional anchor.

And without a doubt, at this moment, for Fang Qing, the man in the blue robe was his emotional anchor.

"Very good! As expected of Lady Mu, a woman who is no less capable than any man, I've seen it all." Peng Feihu gripped the young man's throat and carefully moved him towards the window: "I always keep my word. As long as I'm safe, he's safe!"

As he spoke, Peng Feihu had already reached the window. A huge hole had already appeared by the window during their breakout. Although he could roughly sense what was happening below, he still glanced out.

"Have everyone disperse!"

Mu Wanjun gave him a deep look but did not say anything.

"What? My words don't carry any weight?" Peng Feihu's hand flashed even brighter with blood, as if the slightest refusal would kill the person in front of him on the spot.

"Get out of the way," Mu Wanjun said coldly.

Although there weren't many elite Zhenfu Division soldiers stationed in the rear garden, there were still seven or eight of them. Upon hearing Mu Wanjun's order, they hesitated for a moment before finally retreating.

"That's more like it." Peng Feihu nodded in satisfaction, grabbed the man's figure, and jumped down.

Just as he leaped down and was in mid-air, a flash of sword light appeared, and the surrounding air instantly froze, like flowing water and rosy clouds, as if to trap him here.

"Mu Wanjun, you're asking for death!" Peng Feihu was furious. Without the slightest hesitation, a flash of blood appeared in his hand, and he snapped the neck of the man in front of him. "You asked for this!"

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the man in front of him flying.

Since Mu Wanjun has already made her move, she is prepared not to take the hostages' lives. His hesitation about taking them hostage is simply asking for trouble, not only affecting his fighting strength but also wasting his escape time.

Swish!
A crimson light flashed, heading towards the sword light.

Peng Feihu is known as the Blood-Handed Butcher, so he must have some skills. This reputation wasn't given to him by others; he earned it through sheer hard-won combat.

He took Mu Wanjun's attack head-on, then used the momentum to retreat. He then fled along his previously planned route. If he was lucky enough, he had a real chance of escaping Weishui County before reinforcements arrived!

Even now, Peng Feihu's mind was crystal clear. The corresponding design plans were all in his mind.

But it's a pity
He miscalculated Mu Wanjun's strength.

The sword light was like a rainbow, or like autumn water flowing with rosy clouds, desolate yet carrying endless sharpness, aimed directly at his life.

"How is this possible!?" Peng Feihu's eyes widened, bulging like a fish's belly, his gaze filled with shock and disbelief.

He has endured countless hardships and trials to reach his current level of cultivation. All his killing techniques are the result of rigorous training and practice; every move and stance is the most effective technique honed under life-or-death tests.

Although Mu Wanjun is renowned as a prodigy of the Azure Dragon, she is still young and has limited experience. Moreover, the two are in the same realm, so even if the other party has external aids, he is not necessarily inferior in the slightest.

If they were to meet on a narrow path, he was fully confident that he could fight his opponent to the death.

He has survived to this day through countless battles, and his ruthlessness, experience, and decisiveness in killing are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Although Mu Wanjun has external powers, he may be at a disadvantage for a time, but in the life-and-death struggle, he will definitely be the one to survive in the end.

This is his confidence, and also his arrogance.

Her combat prowess, forged through countless battles and life-or-death experiences, is unmatched by any proud daughter of a noble family.

He had always been convinced of this.

But at this moment, Peng Feihu realized he was wrong, and terribly wrong.

Bang!
Peng Feihu's body crashed heavily to the ground, splashing up a mess of stones and mud.

His eyes widened, filled with despair and horror amidst the bloodstains.

Cross-border power!

Mu Wanjun's sword strike possessed the power to cross borders!

Although he has not reached the high level of the Profound Light Realm, he already possesses unparalleled killing power!
He struggled to stand up, but a single blow rendered him unable to fight back.

Looking at the crisscrossing sword lights around him, he finally understood why the other side had waited until he jumped down before making their move, even though they were already prepared to abandon the hostage.

He lost this round.

But the next moment, he laughed.

But what if he lost? In the end, he still dragged a life down with him!

If you want him dead, how can you expect him to die without paying a price!
Judging from Mu Wanjun's reaction just now, the man in the blue robe must be someone of unusual status.

His death, along with the pressure and public opinion surrounding it, must have given the Zhenfu Division a headache for a while.

"Hahaha"

Peng Feihu laughed, and as he laughed, blood gushed out, soaking his clothes.

"One sword!" Fang Qing's expression was horrified, his eyes filled with disbelief.

With just one sword strike, the once invincible Blood-Handed Butcher, Peng Feihu, fell to the dust.

Severely injured and on the verge of death, he could no longer struggle to get up.

Lord Mu's combat strength
Fang Qing was deeply moved, her heart trembling as she watched the graceful figure leap down.

Not only him, but many of the elite soldiers of the Zhenfu Division present were deeply moved. Their eyes were filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Lord Mu, how old is she?!

The infamous Bloodhand Butcher couldn't even last a single move against her!

Even top experts who have reached the advanced stage of the Profound Light Realm might not be able to achieve this level of combat power!
Some of the seasoned veterans of the Zhenfu Division, moved by the sight, couldn't help but gaze at the sword in Mu Wanjun's hand.

The blade was as white as frost, its cold light sharp and piercing.

Someone among them recalled the name of the sword.

An Wanjian!
The sword provided a slight advantage; what truly secured the victory was Mu Wanjun's extraordinary combat prowess.

Although one person was sacrificed, the situation was now settled.

Without a doubt, this was a resounding victory. Compared to the expected casualties within Chunhua Tower, this outcome was certainly acceptable.

Peng Feihu was apprehended immediately.

Mu Wanjun landed, but instead of checking on Peng Feihu, she walked to one side of the back garden. There, a man in a blue robe lay.

Previously, Peng Feihu had broken the man's neck and thrown him violently to the ground.

Judging from Peng Feihu's methods, the man was clearly not going to survive.

Under everyone's gaze, Mu Wanjun walked to the man's side.

Fang Qing watched Lord Mu from afar, understanding her feelings at that moment. Although it was for the mission, it was, after all, a human life at stake. Under such circumstances, checking on her was only natural.

"Pity"

Although Fang Qing felt a bit disgusted, he still mourned for the man in blue lying on the ground.

I hope that in my next life I can dedicate myself to spiritual practice and live up to the passing years. Unlike this life, I will not indulge in pleasure-seeking, squandering precious time and living a wasted life.

Fang Qing had just uttered a mournful cry when he saw Lord Mu bow down before the man.

Um! ?

Fang Qing was taken aback, somewhat surprised.

He had gathered a lot of information about Lord Mu, and although his understanding was not comprehensive, he knew that the other party was not that kind of person.

For ordinary investigations, getting close enough is sufficient.

Why bother bending down?
Could it be
This man in the blue robe must be someone of high status; does he have some special background?
Fang Qing was filled with curiosity, and various thoughts raced through his mind.

Before Fang Qing could even resist the temptation, she saw Lord Mu reach out and caress the man.

Lord Mu's hands were beautiful; her wrists were as white as snow, warm and smooth as jade, delicate and white. These were the hands Lord Mu used to hold his sword, but now they were caressing the man.

Fang Qing's face stiffened, and he froze on the spot.

what happened! ?
Fang Qing wasn't the only one stunned; so were many of the elite soldiers from the Zhenfu Division around him.

"Hahaha, he's dead. Mu Wanjun, you don't need to look anymore. Once I twisted his neck, there was no way he could survive." Peng Feihu spat out blood as he laughed gleefully.

From the moment he collapsed from his serious injuries, his fate was sealed, but seeing Mu Wanjun like this now, he felt an indescribable sense of joy.

In his final desperate struggle, the more pain he endured, the greater the sense of revenge he felt.

"Behave yourself!" A member of the Zhenfu Division's elite troops kicked him hard.

Peng Feihu's laughter continued unabated, a wild and unrestrained laugh. The gushing blood blurred his laughter, but it did not obscure his pleasure.

He stared hatefully into the distance, at Mu Wanjun who had bent over, and at the man in blue robes who had fallen to the ground.

Due to the angle, he couldn't see Mu Wanjun's expression clearly, but at this moment he could still derive pleasure from it.

But soon, his laughter abruptly stopped, his eyes widened like copper bells, his gaze fixed on the distance, stunned and speechless.

How can it be! ?
His expression was one of horror, his frozen eyes filled with disbelief.

He saw that the man in the blue robe, who should have been dead beyond any doubt, actually stirred at this moment.

what! ?

Fang Qing's pupils dilated violently, his expression one of shock, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.

What he found unbelievable was not only the fact that the man in the blue robe was not dead, but also the man's actions at that moment.

The man in the blue robe reached out and grabbed Lord Mu's delicate hand.

Her slender, jade-like fingers were completely covered by the man's palm, and the two touched each other as harmoniously as water.

At that moment, Fang Qing almost wanted to kill someone.

But what truly shocked him was Lord Mu's attitude.

Lady Mu did not struggle at all, and simply let the man hold her hand.

Fang Qing was visibly shaken, muttering to himself.

Not only him, but the atmosphere in the room was frozen, speechless with shock.

Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and saw the beautiful woman in front of him.

That glance was just like back then.

His expression was gentle as he looked at the beautiful woman before him; at that moment, he felt genuine joy.

Mu Wanjun's eyes, as clear as autumn water, trembled slightly as she looked at Chen Ping'an, feeling his warm hand. An unprecedented smile appeared on her face.

The two looked at each other, seemingly speechless, yet also shy and hesitant.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment; the scene was silent, filled only with a profound, unspoken awe.

Fang Qing froze, looking at the smiling Lord Mu not far away, feeling as if in a dream.

The people of the Zhenfu Division were deeply shocked. At this moment, it seemed that some of them remembered the rumors of the past.

That rumor about Lord Mu Wanjun.

The man dressed in fish-scale clothing stared blankly at the scene not far away. Memories from the past kept resurfacing. He looked terrified and immediately knelt down, welcoming the scene with loud shouts.

"This humble servant, Zhao Tiefeng, the Commander of the Inner City Town, greets Your Excellency, may Your Excellency live a thousand years!"

The room fell silent, filled with utter horror.

The torrential rain, seemingly endless, appeared exceptionally small at this moment.

The deputy commander of the Canglong Prefecture Garrison Command, Chen Ping'an, the valiant swordsman, personally arrived at the Wei River, causing the prefecture city to tremble!
(End of this chapter)