Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter Forty: On the Art of Murder

Xiao Chong was unaware of what was happening here. He was leading Yin Feng through the mountains and forests, trying to help the other party find the disciple of their own clan as soon as possible.

As they were walking, Yin Feng suddenly stopped, exclaimed in surprise, and pointed to the direction beside him, saying, "Brother Xiao, a group of people are coming over there, and it seems that some of them are disciples of our family."

Xiao Chong was focused on scouting the way, unlike Yin Feng who was looking around as he walked, so he didn't notice.

Hearing what he said, I turned my gaze to him as well.

"There are two disciples from the main family, but how did they get involved with the Situ family?"

Xiao Chong hesitated for a moment, then saw the two Tie family disciples chasing after the four and immediately understood.

Yin Feng now understood what had happened and looked at Xiao Chong, asking, "Should we send them reinforcements?"

Since being rescued, he has followed Xiao Chong's lead in everything, so he sought Xiao Chong's opinion.

"Of course we'll provide support!" Xiao Chong said without hesitation.

Having saved Yin Feng's life from the Bloodthirsty Silver Bear, he had already repaid the debt and didn't want to keep him by his side indefinitely. It wasn't that he found Yin Feng a burden, but rather that having him around was far too dangerous.

Seeing Yin Feng about to rush out aggressively, Xiao Chong pressed him down and said, "You can't go up like this. We should set a trap for the Tie family disciples."

"I wonder what brilliant plan Brother Xiao has?" Yin Feng looked at Xiao Chong with hopeful eyes, his face practically sparkling.

Through their conversations, his admiration for Xiao Chong had reached the point of blind obedience.

Xiao Chong looked around for a while, then pointed to a patch of overgrown weeds and drew a circle with his finger, saying, "Do you have the guts to lure them here?"

"Have!"

"Then go ahead, and remember to lure one of the Tie family disciples here."

Xiao Chong pointed again to the circle he had just drawn.

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……

Tie Xiaoyi was in a really good mood. The thought of his long sword about to pierce his opponent's body made him so excited that his whole body started to tremble.

A single sword stroke to the throat, without wasting a single ounce of strength.

Blood would slowly flow from the opponent's neck, then trickle down onto the white robe on their chest, creating a snowy plum blossom pattern—how poignant and beautiful!

Moreover, this style of painting has a lovely name, "small freehand brushwork," which sounds a lot like my own name.

Or a sword through the chest would be good too.

The instant the sword tip is withdrawn from the opponent's chest, fiery blood splatters into the air, like ten thousand peach blossoms blooming in the sky, so dazzling that people dare not open their eyes.

The name of this painting style is also very nice, called "Big Ink Splash". Although it deviates a bit from my own name, it is similar in spirit to "Small Freehand".

Tie Xiaoyi knew what his brother was thinking. He didn't care at all; he felt that killing was just killing, no different from slaughtering a pig, so why bother making it seem like art?

But that's just his elder brother's nature, so as the younger brother, he should support him, or at least not openly oppose him. He had already decided that when dealing with the opponent later, he would not interfere, but simply watch from the sidelines to make sure the opponent got away.

Just as the four were about to escape into a dense forest, Tie Xiaoyi suddenly gathered his strength and sped up even faster than an arrow released from a bow.

closer, closer...

Tie Xiaoyi pushed off with all her might, like a bird soaring into the sky, leaping over the heads of the four people in a graceful and unrestrained manner, landing in front of them before they disappeared into the forest.

Pointing his longsword, Tie Xiaoyi, like a hunter who had just caught a pack of prey, asked with a playful smile, "Why did you run? You knew perfectly well that you couldn't escape my grasp, so why didn't you obediently wait for me to kill you?"

The four disciples from the Xiao and Situ families suddenly stopped in their tracks, their faces turning deathly pale. They wanted to turn around and run away again, but when they turned back, they were met with despair to find Tie Xiaoyi standing behind them, holding a huge spiked club and waiting for them.

Tie Xiaoyi was more terrifying than Tie Xiaoyi; most of the wounds on the four men were caused by the spiked club in his hand.

Seeing the spiked club swaying menacingly, with a piece of dried flesh hanging from its tip, the four men turned even paler.

“If Brother Xiaoyi wants to kill you, then let him kill you. At least you can die with a whole body if you die by his hand, unlike me, one blow from this stick, tsk tsk…” Tie Xiaoyi clicked his tongue, echoing Tie Xiaoyi’s words.

Hearing his younger brother's words, Tie Xiaoyi nodded with satisfaction and smiled at the four of them, "Tell me, who among you is willing to be the first to be killed by me? You? Or you?"

Tie Xiaoyi's longsword struck the four people one by one.

"You scoundrel, you've gone too far! I'd rather die than endure this humiliation!"

The first Xiao family disciple to be called roared, gripping his curved sword tightly, his eyes blazing with fury.

That's interesting. If they all just give up, wouldn't it be incredibly boring to kill them? You know, even a pig will jump around a bit before it dies.

“Very good, I like your courage.” Tie Xiaoyi became even more excited, staring at the Xiao family disciple and laughing like a devil: “The first person to step forward will always be treated well. I will save you for last and kill you slowly, one by one.”

After Tie Xiaoyi finished speaking, he pointed his longsword at another disciple of the Situ family and said slowly, "Let's start with you. I promise it will be over soon and won't hurt at all."

"Cuckoo..."

The disciple from the Situ family trembled involuntarily, and suddenly his legs went weak, causing him to kneel down on the ground.

A foul odor permeated the air, mixed with the fragrance of wildflowers in the mountains, creating an indescribably strange smell.

Tie Xiaoyi frowned in disgust, feeling that her pleasant mood had been completely ruined.

"What a buzzkill! Fine, you go first."

He pointed again at the first Xiao family disciple to speak, flicked his longsword, and was about to leap up.