Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

"Sixth brother, where have you run off to again?"

In a valley leading to Tiger Might Ridge, Ouyang sat cross-legged under a dead tree. Hanging from the dead tree branch behind him was a stunningly beautiful woman with a beautiful face and figure. The woman's limbs were bound, her head drooping, and she was unconscious. Her red silk nightgown swayed in the wind, exposing her snow-white legs and jade feet.

Just when Yan Wenjiu thought he had escaped, he bumped into Ouyang at a bend in the valley. He was so frightened that his whole body bristled, and alarm bells went off in his mind. He decisively adopted a fighting stance, wanting to strike first.

But when he saw the woman hanging from the tree, he was terrified and dared not make a move.

Holding a tree branch, Ouyang poked at the fire in front of him and said casually, "Sixth brother, I just wanted to borrow some money from you, but you set a trap to kill your brother. Is that right?"

Yan Wenjiu glanced at the hanging woman several times, suppressing his surging killing intent, and said, "I have no intention of arguing about right and wrong. I only ask that our grievances not involve outsiders and that you release her!"

Ouyang rested his chin on his hand, smiled and looked at Yan Wenjiu a hundred paces away, and teased, "She's just a whore, why care so much? Could it be that you've actually fallen in love with a whore? That's right, a bandit and a whore, a match made in heaven."

Yan Wenjiu flew into a rage, suppressing his fear, and shouted at Ouyang, "Shut up!"

"Oh dear, you're angry, you're angry, I'm so scared." Ouyang pretended to be scared as he got up, then slipped behind the woman, grabbed her slender waist with both hands, and swayed her from side to side. Then he tilted his head and revealed a mocking smile.

He continued to provoke her: "Hehe, sister-in-law is indeed made of water, with fair skin, beautiful face, big breasts, slim waist and plump hips. After having in-depth exchanges with sister-in-law, I have indeed learned a lot of new skills. I originally wanted to rape her first and then kill her, and then rape her again after killing her, but after thinking about it, I realized that it was not appropriate. After all, she is sister-in-law, so I specially brought her back to you. Do you still want her?"

Yan Wenjiu was completely enraged. His reason collapsed instantly, and he rushed forward recklessly, shouting, "I'll kill you!"

"Haha, look at you, so impatient again." Seeing Yan Wenjiu's fierce expression, Ouyang burst into laughter, raised his hand and instantly drew a crescent-shaped dagger from his waist, holding it to Qimeng's throat: "Take one more step forward, and I'll kill her immediately."

Yan Wenjiu, fearing the consequences, immediately halted his attack. His face contorted with rage, his eyes blazing with fury, eager to kill his powerful enemy, yet he hesitated to act because his beloved was in enemy hands: "Ouyang, what exactly do you want?"

Holding a knife in one hand and taking a hostage by the other, Ouyang pointed at Yan Wenjiu and said with a smile, "Kneel down."

Yan Wenjiu glared at Ouyang with resentment and hatred, gritting his teeth as he knelt on both knees.

Ouyang: "Climb over here."

Yan Wenjiu continued to do as instructed, slowly crawling over the hundred-step distance.

Ouyang: "Kneel down and apologize."

Yan Wenjiu continued to do as instructed, kowtowing repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Second Brother, I was wrong..."

Seeing this, Ouyang stepped on the back of Yan Wenjiu's head, placed his knife against the back of Yan Wenjiu's neck, and looked up at the suddenly snowing sky: "Sixth brother, sixth brother, tell me, should I kill you or let you go?"

"If I kill you, I will have no family left in this world."

"But if I let you go, you will leave me again, and I will be alone again."

"It's so lonely being alone. For over a hundred years, I've missed you, my brothers, my godfather, and the days we spent together, carefree, burning, killing, and looting. But they've all left me one by one."

At this point, Ouyang lost his previous playful and joking demeanor. His expression softened, and he looked at his younger brother, who wanted to kill him, with complicated eyes: "Fine, I'll let you go. If I kill you, no one will give me money to spend. Go on, take your woman and have a few more kids. When the kids grow up, they can rob money and women for me."

To him, everyone in the world is worthy of being killed.

You annoy me? I'll wipe out your entire family!

Dare to insult me? I'll slaughter the entire city!

No money? Just rob us!

If he sets his sights on a woman, he'll rape her without hesitation!

Rules and laws are bullshit to him. Emperors, nobles, and common people are not human in his eyes. He thinks he is the greatest in the world, and he can kill or rape whomever he wants. Anyone who dares to fart will be slaughtered.

Now, only one and a half people are considered human in Ouyang's eyes.

My idiot brother is one, and his wife is half.

Ouyang sheathed his sword and took a half step back, then smiled broadly: "Sixth brother, don't even think about getting rid of me. No matter where you are, I can find you. You still have a wife now, let's see where you can run. I've got you for life!"

Yan Wenjiu hurriedly got up, quickly untied the ropes binding Qimeng, pulled the unconscious Qimeng into his arms, and carefully straightened her clothes. Then, he glared at Ouyang, who was walking away, with a look of resentment, wishing he could devour him alive.

After Ouyang finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the valley without looking back. He waved his hand casually and said, "You set a trap to kill me once, and I tricked you once. We're even now."

Yan Wenjiu was stunned for a moment. Looking at the unconscious Qimeng in his arms, he suddenly realized, "That's right, my second brother never leaves any women alive after he has slept with them. He rapes them first and then kills them, then rapes them again. Without exception."

My second brother once said that women are the weakness of fugitives. To avoid falling in love with any woman, he would kill any woman he fancied after sleeping with her, so as not to give anyone a chance to exploit his weakness.

"Ouyang, you fucking disgust me, you son of a bitch, don't wait until I become stronger than you, otherwise I'll turn you into a dung beetle and feed you shit every day!" Yan Wenjiu was furious and shouted.

"Hahaha~~~ You piece of trash, what are you dreaming about? I could beat you up with one hand even if I had a breath left!" Ouyang laughed wildly, leaving behind extremely sarcastic words that echoed in the valley.

For Yan Wenjiu, he has let go of the past and started a new life with a new lover and emotional support. Ouyang's life, however, is still stuck on the day his gang was destroyed. His former relatives have all died in the army's siege, and his only remaining emotional support is Yan Wenjiu.

A century later, Ouyang's feelings for Yan Wenjiu are twisted and complex.

On one hand, he resented Yan Wenjiu for abandoning the gang and escaping alone, and was jealous that Yan Wenjiu was able to restart his life and live a decent life in the sunlight, while he could only live in the dark sewers, hiding from capture and struggling to survive.

On the one hand, I sincerely hope that Yan Wenjiu can live a good life. After all, we grew up together and our brotherly affection has always been hidden deep in our hearts. A hundred years have passed, and what remains in our memories are mostly the beautiful memories of the past.

Ouyang wanted Yan Wenjiu to accept him, but he knew that Yan Wenjiu would never accept him, because Ouyang was used to a life of robbery and plunder, while Yan Wenjiu wanted to be a law-abiding citizen.

Since that's the case, Ouyang can only pester Yan Wenjiu in his own way, because Yan Wenjiu is his only family member. If he doesn't pester him, who else will he pester? No matter how angry Yan Wenjiu is, it's useless.

"Meng'er, let's go." Yan Wenjiu picked up the unconscious Qi Meng, intending to take her away from this dangerous place. However, before one problem could be solved, another arose. A voice came, completely cutting off any possibility of his escape.

"Old Yan, you can't go anywhere."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjiu felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly looked up at the familiar figure standing above the valley, his expression softening slightly: "Old Hao, have you been following me all this time?"

Hao Duanhun crossed his arms and looked down at him, saying, "Hmm."

Yan Wenjiu tilted his head back and said, "Old Hao, the Luo family gang is finished. They're all going to die. Since you've come with me, why don't you escape with me? At least you can save your life."

Upon hearing this, Hao Duanhun shook his head and remained silent.

Yan Wenjiu said, "Old Hao, since you don't want to leave, then don't stop me."

Hao Duanhun shook his head again: "No, the commander said that no official in the Fifth Division is allowed to leave Sword Tower City, otherwise they will be arrested as traitors. You are not only leaving Sword Tower City, but also crossing the border. I want to arrest you and bring you back. I hope you can cooperate. I don't want to fight with my old classmate and hurt our relationship."

Yan Wenjiu's expression changed slightly: "Old Hao, you're such a good-for-nothing. You're usually so quiet and seem the most harmless. I never expected you to actually... When did you join forces with Zhou Silang?"

Hao Duanhun looked at him calmly, without any intention of explaining. Hao Duanhun's identity would perish along with the Luo family gang after this incident, and he would then adopt another identity to continue his undercover work.

"You can either go back the way you came, or I can take you back. The choice is yours."

Yan Wenjiu was truly enraged upon hearing this. They were all taking advantage of him, defecating and urinating on him. One Ouyang had just left, and now Hao Duanhun had come. It was simply endless.

He laid Qimeng down on the ground, then, surrounded by purple light and with his hair standing on end in anger, he rose into the air and pointed at Hao Duanhun from afar, saying, "Hao, if you want to fight, then fight! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Hao Duanhun crossed his arms and calmly said, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, two secret agents wearing plum blossom masks appeared on Yan Wenjiu's left and right sides in an instant. Each of them held a magic seal, grabbed Yan Wenjiu's shoulders, and slapped Yan Wenjiu's chest and abdomen at the same time.

Yan Wenjiu had no chance to struggle and was immediately captured by two Plum Blossom spies.

Hao Duanhun said indifferently, "There's no need to struggle anymore. The Five Absolute Heart-Locking Technique is a sealing technique specifically designed to seal off cultivators in the Poison-Eating Realm. Once you are afflicted by this technique, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to use it."

Yan Wenjiu's face turned ashen. He hadn't expected to fall into the hands of the Plum Blossom Secret Agents again after just escaping one disaster. However, he was very puzzled as to how Hao Duanhun could mobilize the Plum Blossom Secret Agents: "Who exactly are you?"

A purple light flashed in Hao Duanhun's palm, and a plum blossom mask appeared. He put on the plum blossom mask in front of Yan Wenjiu: "Seventh Division, code name Haishan Yan."

Yan Wenjiu gasped, "Hiss~~~ You, you've been hiding this for a long time!"

Hai Shan Yan: "Likewise."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wenjiu remained silent.

"Hai Shan Yan, what should we do with this mortal?" A secret agent from the Plum Blossom Clan appeared beside the unconscious Qi Meng.

Yan Wenjiu said urgently, "She's just a geisha. She has nothing to do with this whole thing and knows nothing. She was just forcibly abducted here by Ouyang. Don't harm the innocent."

Hai Shan Yan said, "She is a citizen of Sword Tower and is protected by Sword Tower laws. We will not harm her."

After saying that, Hai Shanyan beckoned to his companion: "Take her back to the city and settle her in properly."

The three Plum Blossom spies on site had been closely monitoring Yan Wenjiu, secretly following him, waiting for an opportunity to strike. With their intentions thwarted, they launched a surprise attack, making it very easy to capture Yan Wenjiu alive.

Moreover, every member of the Plum Blossom Secret Service is a battle-hardened and experienced assassin, proficient in disguise, infiltration, intelligence gathering, assassination, and poisoning. They are the elite of the elite, the masters among masters.

As the most secretive dark organization in the Tower of Swords, it is also the sharpest knife in the First Lady's hands.

Let alone three against one, even one against one, Yan Wenjiu's chances of survival are slim.

Hai Shanyan secretly led the team back to the city, with no intention of pursuing Ouyang, because their mission was simply to closely monitor Yan Wenjiu and capture him if he showed any signs of escaping.

As for other matters, they have nothing to do with Hai Shan Yan, and will not cause any unnecessary trouble, so as to avoid mission failure.

Unless Ouyang deliberately seeks death, Hai Shan Yan wouldn't mind killing him as a side effect to ensure the mission's success.

As the flowers bloomed in two separate ways, while Hai Shanyan led his team back, Bi Muge and the old cripple were also leading their team along the trail of Ouyang's remaining scent. The two sides were about to collide face to face.

Hai Shan Yan raised his hand and said, "Take a detour."

Once the Plum Blossom Secret Service takes action, it is always a secret operation. They come quietly and leave quietly, maintaining absolute low profile and secrecy. They minimize their presence and avoid showing their faces as much as possible. Only in this way can they maintain absolute mystery. If everyone knows and sees them, what kind of Secret Service would they be?

"Stop!" The old cripple suddenly frowned and looked up towards the distant forest.

"What's wrong? Did you find Ouyang's trail?" Bi Muge asked, puzzled. He then used his magic to sense the surrounding environment but did not detect anything unusual.

The old cripple didn't respond, but quietly gazed into the distance. After a moment, he said, "It's nothing."

Bi Muge said, "Mr. Liao, can we stop scaring people like this?"

The old cripple, leaning on his cane, offered no explanation, but simply pointed straight ahead and said, "Ouyang is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang appeared angrily a hundred paces away from the old cripple, holding two crescent-shaped blades in his hands: "Hey, you bunch of lackeys, have you seen Yan Wenjiu? Speak up, or I'll rip your intestines out and hang you alive with them!"

Bi Muge stared at Ouyang with surprise and doubt. He had never seen such an arrogant and domineering person. The wanted criminal was not only unafraid of the officers and soldiers, but also threatened them. Had the world gone mad like this?

The old cripple calmly looked at Ouyang and said calmly, "Five Poisons Converge at the Origin, I Alone Am Supreme, a peak Poison-Eating Realm cultivator, not bad."

Ouyang narrowed his eyes. He hadn't released any magical power, yet this bald, crippled old man could see through his true cultivation level at a glance. He was truly remarkable and probably much stronger than him.

"Senior, I apologize for disturbing you." Ouyang, abandoning his previous arrogance, respectfully clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Farewell."

The old cripple said calmly, "Please wait."

Ouyang's expression was grim as he asked, "Senior, what are your orders?"

The old cripple said calmly, "You are very polite, but I cannot let you go. I have been entrusted to take you back to the Sword Tower to die. Of course, you can resist, and I will kill you and take your corpse back with me."

Ouyang took a deep breath, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "Junior..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ouyang suddenly launched an attack. His body flashed past the old cripple in an instant, and his two crescent-shaped blades had already slashed the old cripple's head twice in the instant he passed by. Each slash was imbued with the power of the rules, and both slashes hit the head, so the old cripple was doomed.

However, just as Ouyang was feeling smug, a terrifying voice came from behind him.

The old cripple was unharmed. He subconsciously touched his already thinning hair and said in a low voice, "Tell me, how do you want to die?"