A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

The moon is like water.

The shadows appear even darker under the moonlight.

There was no wind, yet there was wind; there was no sword, yet there was sharpness.

The wind came, and so did the sharp edge.

A strand of hair was cut off, and the hair flew up, carried by the wind, and then scattered in all directions as the wind disappeared.

Like fireworks suddenly bursting apart.

"break--"

The shadowy figure clasped his hands together, crossed his palms, and raised his thumb and forefinger. He then stomped his right foot hard, the sound deep and explosive.

The wind blades that enveloped the sky suddenly seemed to be shattered by a surging wave, dissipating in all directions and even shearing off half a corner of a nearby banner.

A piece of fabric drifted down gently into the night sky.

As the wind blades dissipated, Hu Yunying sensed something was wrong. She floated backward and heard a deep, hoarse voice in the night sky: "Sacrifice!"

Suddenly, a huge bronze bell appeared in the air. The weight swelled in the wind and grew even larger, like a giant bronze bell, pressing down on Hu Yunying.

"You scoundrel, let's fight!"

Hu Yunying shouted, unleashing her sword energy. She concentrated all her strength and slashed at the bronze bell descending from above. Suddenly, the sword energy transformed into a phoenix, shaped like a flower and the moon, and hurtled towards the bronze bell with a sharp cry.

"boom--"

A loud bang shook the entire city of Lingzhou.

The impact of the energy wave from the mid-air collision was like a hurricane spreading outwards.

"not good!"

Hu Yunying let out a low shout, her whole body radiating energy, quickly holding back the energy storm spreading around her. Otherwise, how many houses would have collapsed and how many people would have been injured or killed by this hurricane-like storm?

Without time to think, he called out to Guo Lanying, who was still battling with that bit of cold light.

"Let's go, out of the city!"

With a light touch of his toes, he suddenly disappeared into the night, speeding towards the outskirts of the city.

Guo Lanying cleaved the cold light with her sword and then ran away.

The dark figure also floated up and followed, with a cold glint following behind, disappearing into Lingzhou City like a shooting star.

"Leave!"

The dark figure roared, clasped his hands together, and once again shouted.

Suddenly, the bronze bell reappeared in the air and enveloped Hu Yunying.

Hu Yunying's figure shifted several times in the air, but she couldn't shake off the bronze bell. Her sword energy materialized and kept striking the bronze bell, producing a dull "thump thump thump" sound.

This time we've met our match.

The sword energy could only barely block the bronze bell, but it couldn't shatter it.

The cold stars over there also transformed into countless cold star points, attacking Guo Lanying from all directions. Guo Lanying's sword energy instantly turned into a rain of swords.

The encounter between Hanxing and Jianyu was like a meteor bursting into flames after entering the atmosphere.

After the collision, streaks of flame were left in the air.

"Back off quickly!" Hu Yunying shouted to Guo Lanying.

Guo Lanying retreated quickly, but the cold stars seemed unaffected. After being partially blocked, a few more cold stars still attacked Guo Lanying.

There wasn't enough time to draw a sword.

Suddenly, a force pulled Guo Lanying, and then her figure disappeared from the spot.

The few cold stars suddenly disappeared into the night sky, just as they were trying to transform into a larger cold star, they lost their target.

The shadowy figure focused intently on dealing with Hu Yunying.

As he moved his fingers and stomped his feet, the sound of him chanting never stopped.

As Hu Yunying was relentlessly pursued by the bronze bell, her sword energy continuously struck the bell, creating a series of continuous impacts that resembled the tolling of a temple bell.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

……

The lights in Lingzhou City lit up one after another.

Many people hid inside the house, staring at the roof with suspicion, as if trying to see through the sky above to find out what was causing the continuous chiming of bells.

The sound of the bell seemed to disturb people's hearts, involuntarily instilling a sense of fear.

The tolling of the bell also startled the prefect of Lingzhou City. He hurriedly dressed and immediately summoned his men to assemble in the yamen. The Four Great Constables led the constables and yamen runners into the streets.

To maintain order and prevent criminals from breaking the law.

The prefect asked, "Prefect Huang, what should we do?"

Judge Huang replied, "Sir, I don't know either!"

The prefect then asked, "Would it be feasible for you to lead troops to surround the Prince's residence?"

Huang Tongpan replied, "Sir, if you have any complaints about me, please speak frankly and don't beat around the bush." ​​To lead troops to surround the Prince's residence would be tantamount to courting death.

The prefect asked again, "If I personally lead men to surround it, will you help me or not?"

Judge Huang replied again, "Then I wish you, sir, a swift and successful mission."

Wishing Nima all the best!

The prefect was so angry he wanted to kill someone. But he had no choice; he still needed Magistrate Huang's cooperation. Without the magistrate's signature, any document mobilizing troops was invalid.

"Then how about troop deployment?"

"I sign!"

So a document was immediately sent to the garrison commander, who took the document, mustered two thousand soldiers, and headed towards the Lingzhou City government office.

The streets suddenly became chaotic.

Some of the bolder people even came out to listen to where the bell was coming from.

Driven away by squads of soldiers, they had no choice but to shut their doors and hide inside their houses.

In the Prince's residence, Prince Xiao sat solemnly in the main hall, clad in armor and holding a weapon. Two rows of heavily armed soldiers stood before him.

The atmosphere was somber and heavy.

If the shadowy figure succeeds, the crisis can be temporarily averted; if it fails, then it will be a fight to the death.

He waited quietly for the final result to be released.

Everyone is waiting.

Even the tolling of the bell seemed to have become a death knell for everyone. Even those who followed the Prince felt that the chances of success were slim, yet they had no choice but to do it.

Every single person standing in this hall is now firmly bound to the Prince.

One glory and one glory.

Even if it means burning one's boats, it's a do-or-die situation.

With each chime of the bell, their hearts fluttered.

Some people with weaker mental fortitude broke out in a cold sweat, their bodies trembling. When Prince Zhu Houfei looked over, they couldn't bear it any longer.

"Pfft!"

Someone fell down and lay on the ground convulsing.

"Drag it!"

The gaunt, steward-like man beside the prince said something in a somber tone.

Two soldiers immediately came up, dragged the man away, and threw him outside the gate.

As the soldiers left, the man scrambled to his feet, secretly relieved. He looked around, then quickly ran home, packed his valuables, and left at daybreak.

I had only taken a couple of steps when I suddenly felt a pain in my chest.

When he looked down at his chest, a gleaming arrowhead was already protruding from it, with blood meandering along its tip and slowly flowing down.

The body fell to the ground, and soon several men in black emerged from the shadows. With a swift stroke of their knives, the head fell to the ground, was wrapped up, and quickly disappeared back into the shadows. Before long, the head was placed on a table in the main hall of the Prince's mansion.

No one dared to breathe loudly or show any unusual behavior.

The soldiers who were watching from a distance witnessed the entire killing, but none of them moved.

The garrison commander said, "I am here on the orders of the prefect to monitor the Prince's residence."

Since it's surveillance, then it can only be surveillance. I saw it, I witnessed it—the Prince's mansion committed murder. But I can't arrest them, otherwise I'd be disobeying the Prefect's orders.

These soldiers carried out the orders very thoroughly.

The atmosphere was heavy in every room.

"Boom-"

The bell rang again, its sound echoing throughout the entire city of Lingzhou. This time, the bell seemed even louder, with a lingering, resonant echo lingering in the air.

This time, Hu Yunying's sword energy materialized and collided with the bronze bell, but the bronze bell's recoil was even stronger, as if it had suddenly exploded, and she was immediately thrown backward by the recoil.

Her figure was thrown back, flying backwards like a bird with broken wings, flying diagonally before disappearing into the night behind her.

The shadowy figure was also incredibly fast, much faster than her soaring form.

But as soon as he appeared, Hu Yunying disappeared.

The dark figure stopped, stunned. His ears perked up, alertly listening to everything around him, but he heard nothing except the noisy chirping of insects in the night.

That's strange, how could that be?

He frowned, and just as he was about to take another step, he suddenly felt a chill down his back.

A cold sweat suddenly broke out all over my body.

It looked as if it was being watched by some prehistoric beast.

His whole body gradually stiffened, and even if he wanted to move, he couldn't move an inch, as if he were imprisoned.