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Chapter 481 Wrapped in Death

As the woman rapidly approached from afar, the elders and disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Sect in front of the carriage unconsciously tightened their reins, slowing their horses down and becoming increasingly wary.

However, the woman who was rapidly approaching did not give way or go around the Tianlongmen's men and carriages. Instead, she went straight for the carriages, as if the group was her guide.

Faced with this scene, the elder of Tianlongmen gently patted the zither case on his back with his right hand. After the seven-stringed zither inside the case was played, he immediately manipulated his true energy to pull the flying zither back to his front.

At the same time, he shouted, "Halt, you intruder!"

The other Tianlongmen disciples also took out their seven-stringed zithers, circulated their internal energy or true qi, and showed a wary expression.

Despite facing the elders and several disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, the white figure continued its rapid approach.

When she was less than ten feet away, her figure suddenly twisted.

Immediately afterwards, the woman's figure slid close to the ground into the flank of the cavalry, her movements creating a thin wave of snow on the snow surface.

As soon as the woman touched the ground with her toes, she rose up again, like a white feather skimming through the gap between the horse's belly and stirrups, and floated onto the horse ridden by the outermost elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect.

The elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect felt a blur before his eyes, and suddenly a white figure appeared in his field of vision.

The next instant, the woman was standing beside him, her clothes fluttering in the cold wind, so close that one could smell a very faint, cool fragrance.

Upon seeing the woman so close to him, the elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect was greatly alarmed. He wanted to circulate his inner energy to pluck the strings of his guqin, but before he could act on his impulse, a slender, fair hand gently gripped his shoulder.

Her fingers appeared soft, but when they fell, they felt like cold iron embedding itself into flesh, the force precise and chilling.

In an instant, the elder's meridians went numb, his true energy circulation was forcibly interrupted, and even his fingertips lost sensation.

The elder could only utter half a syllable of his exclamation before the sound in his throat was abruptly suppressed.

The next moment, he froze on the horse, his back straight, his eyes filled with shock and anger but unable to move. The reins in his hand loosened and drooped. The horse was startled and took two light steps, but was then tightly reined in by the people around it.

As the woman gripped the elder, her gaze swept past the horse caravan and fell upon the mountain path ahead. Her voice was low and cold as she asked, "Have you seen an old man leading an unconscious old woman this way?"

Before the words could even leave his mouth and before the elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect could respond, a mournful and murderous melody suddenly emerged from inside the carriage with a sharp "zheng".

The sound of the zither was like a sliver of cold light cutting through the wind and snow, arriving before human voices.

The instant the music began to play from the carriage, a corner of the carriage curtain was lifted by a strong wind, and an invisible sound wave emerged from the shadows beneath the curtain, skimming along the gap between the snow and the air, rushing toward the woman.

In an instant, the woman felt waves of sound, soft yet chilling, rushing toward her and the Tianlong Sect elder who was being held captive in front of her.

The sound waves were not violent, but layered upon layered, like the tide pushing against an ice blade, the chill penetrating straight to the bone.

But the next second, a strange scene appeared. The sound waves actually passed directly through the Tianlongmen elder, as if his body was just a phantom in the wind and snow. The sound waves did not harm him, but instead passed through his meridians and vital points with great precision, heading straight for the woman's hand that was holding the Tianlongmen elder.

Sensing something was wrong, the woman's eyes suddenly darkened.

The next instant, several strands of her originally smooth white hair suddenly floated up, and the hair strands straightened instantly under the stimulation of true energy. The smooth hair was actually like a sharp soft sword, slashing several times along the sound wave.

Where the hair and the sound waves collided, a series of fine tearing sounds rang out in the air. The sound waves were shattered by her extremely fast rhythm, breaking into scattered fragments that dissipated in the wind.

However, the remaining energy still dispersed the protective aura surrounding her and then pierced her finger bones and wrist veins like needles.

Upon hearing this, the woman's expression changed slightly, and her body involuntarily floated backward, her feet barely touching the ground, her clothes and white hair fluttering backward in the wind.

She swung backward for a full zhang before landing steadily on the snow. As she landed, the tips of her shoes lightly touched the ground, and the dust on the ground was suddenly kicked up, creating a noticeable wave of air.

At the same time, before the carriage curtains had fallen, Huang Xuemei's figure flashed out of the carriage like a ghost.

As Huang Xuemei stepped out of the carriage, she lightly touched the horse's back with her toes, her body suddenly twisted, and she landed steadily on the roof of the carriage. Her cold and beautiful face had eyes as cold as snow.

After regaining her footing, the woman put one hand behind her back, her gaze first sweeping over Huang Xuemei's face, then looking at the Heavenly Demon Harp on Huang Xuemei's knees, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"To be able to produce such powerful sound waves with the music of a zither, you are the current sect leader of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, the Zither Demon, Huang Xuemei?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Xuemei slowly spoke: "Knowing that they are from my Tianlong Sect, they still dared to attack directly. What audacity!"

His voice was cold and arrogant, even carrying a condescending tone.

The woman frowned slightly at the condescending tone and the words spoken.

"Ha! So what if it's the Heavenly Dragon Sect? This is how I, Jiangnan Yue, have always acted."

"Jiangnan Moon?"

Upon hearing the woman's self-identification, Huang Xuemei quickly realized who she was.

Within the Great Wei Kingdom, there lived an older generation of masters, their hair now a thousand feet long and white.

It is said that he is over a hundred years old and had taken special elixirs when he was young. He also received instruction from a master, so his skills are extremely profound.

His talent is even more unique. In his old age, he not only mastered the "Red Dust Palm" technique, but also caused the energy within a ten-foot radius to surge like the rolling red dust, crushing bones and shattering hearts.

Furthermore, he created a special martial art by combining his swordsmanship with his white hair, which allows him to transform his white hair into a sword; all three thousand strands of hair can become blades.

This is also the origin of Jiangnan Yue's nickname "Three Thousand Feet of White Hair".

Because of Jiangnan Yue's profound skills, decades ago he was regarded by many people in the martial arts world as a first-class master with the best chance of advancing from Ningyuan Chenggang to the Tianren realm.

But the moon over Jiangnan is like the white-haired old man of the Heavenly Secrets, appearing only briefly and never quite.

Very few people in the martial arts world know of his whereabouts.

Huang Xuemei never expected to encounter this person on the road from the Emei Sect to Jiading Prefecture today. Even knowing the other party's identity, Huang Xuemei's face still showed no fear.

His gaze remained cold and clear, even carrying a hint of eager fighting spirit.

Jiang Nanyue frowned even more deeply as she took in Huang Xuemei's gaze and the growing fighting spirit emanating from her.

Although Huang Xuemei only made one move, for a master, even just one move is enough to reveal a lot.

The sound waves from Huang Xuemei just now were unpredictable and difficult to defend against.

Moreover, based on Jiangnan Yue's understanding of sonic martial arts, she knew that although sonic martial arts were strange and difficult to defend against, their power was often limited by the martial artist's skill level.

Huang Xuemei's sonic power was able to shatter the protective aura around her body, which is enough to show that Huang Xuemei's skill was profound and definitely not inferior to his.

Looking again at the "Heavenly Demon Harp" on Huang Xuemei's lap, Jiang Nanyue's eyes flashed with a solemn expression.

If it were any other day, Jiang Nanyue wouldn't mind testing the mettle of this junior in front of her.

But today, the moon over Jiangnan has another target.

Therefore, after a moment's thought, Jiangnan Yue snorted coldly: "Grandma has other things to do today and doesn't want to waste time with a brat like you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she circulated her inner energy, her aura suddenly surged, her clothes billowed, and the snow dust swirled slightly beneath her feet, clearly indicating that she was preparing to leave.

Before Jiang Nanyue could even set off, Huang Xuemei's cold voice rang out: "Those who took the initiative to harm my Tianlong Sect, now that things aren't going well, they want to leave? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

As she spoke, Huang Xuemei's fingers brushed across the strings of the Heavenly Demon Harp on her lap.

The next instant, the string sound was like a knife; the music was not loud, but it was so sharp it felt like it was slicing right past the ear cartilage.

The sound blades spread outwards like ripples towards Jiangnan Yue, first spreading out in circles and then advancing layer by layer.

These ripples suddenly changed when they were still three zhang away from Jiangnan Yue.

In an instant, the ripples contracted and took shape, transforming into a vast array of sonic blades that slashed forward in dense formation, like a sudden rain of knives in a snowy night, sealing off all of Jiangnan Yue's escape routes.

Jiang Nanyue snorted coldly and raised her hand. The next moment, a series of special energy energies instantly filled her body. The energy was pink with a hint of red, like the swirling mist of the mortal world, and it made people feel suffocated when they got close.

The sonic blades exploded the moment they touched the energy, the fragments of energy bursting in the air, causing the snow mist to churn and the ground to be cut with fine, shallow marks.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Nanyue raised her palm again and struck Huang Xuemei.

The moment the palm strike was launched, the vital energy condensed into a three-zhang-sized pinkish-red palm print. Within the palm print, a special red energy condensed and churned, as if all the phenomena of the mortal world were being compressed into a single palm. The aura was quite terrifying, and it brought a heavy pressure as it rushed towards the roof of the car.

Seeing this, Huang Xuemei remained unmoved, her ten fingers flying like flowers.

The next moment, the strings vibrated, bringing forth bursts of sounds reminiscent of clashing swords and galloping horses, the tone both powerful and chilling.

An invisible force gathered from the air like a tide, first forming a fine net in front of her, then transforming into countless threads that directly enveloped the palm print in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the countless strands of sound energy, like fine lines cutting, tightened layer by layer, gradually disintegrating the palm print.

The pink palm print was broken into dozens of pieces, each piece trembling. The mortal energy was stripped away and shattered, eventually disintegrating into turbulent currents in mid-air and being swept away by the surrounding breeze.

Upon seeing this, a look of seriousness flashed in Jiangnan Yue's eyes.

Although Jiang Nanyue did not use her full strength in that palm strike, she did not hold back either.

The palm strike contained seventy percent of the power of his "Red Dust Heart Palm," yet Huang Xuemei broke through it so easily, which is enough to show Huang Xuemei's strength.

As Jiang Nanyue sensed the surging, powerful internal energy within Huang Xuemei's body, he couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed.

"Where did this little girl get such profound skills?"

Although surprised, Jiang Nanyue did not show it on her face.

With a light tap of her toes, she used the residual force of her palm strike and her agile movements to dart away in another direction. Her white hair fluttered in the wind, and she was like a white shadow sweeping across the mountain path, avoiding the blockade of the Tianlong Sect's forces.

Before leaving, Jiangnan Yue's voice rang out again: "Little girl, next time Grandma sees you, she'll make sure you know what it means to be outmatched."

Watching Jiangnan Yue drift away dozens of feet in just a few breaths like a ghost, Huang Xuemei frowned slightly, but did not continue to chase after it.

As soon as Huang Xuemei jumped down from the top of the carriage with the Heavenly Demon Harp in one hand, the Heavenly Dragon Sect elder who had been controlled by Jiang Nanyue immediately stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Thank you for saving me, Sect Master."

Huang Xuemei glanced at the Tianlongmen elder who had spoken and then gave a soft "hmm".

"I never expected to encounter such an old monster around the Emei Sect."

After a moment's thought, the elder of the Tianlong Sect spoke up: "Sect Master, this woman with three thousand feet of white hair is usually elusive, appearing only briefly. Now she has suddenly appeared at the Emei Sect, and her route just now was also heading in the direction of the Emei Sect. Could it be that she is chasing after people from the Emei Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Xuemei's lips curled into a cold smile.

"If that's really the case, then the world will be one less old hag."

You should know that Gu Shaoan is currently within the Emei Sect.

Given Gu Shaoan's strength, if this white-haired man with three thousand feet of hair really went to the Emei Sect to cause trouble...

It's completely sealed.

　I'll make up for what I missed yesterday at midnight tonight!

　
(End of this chapter)