Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter 41 A fine head, I'll cut it off.

"You villain, don't you dare harm my Xiao family's disciples!" A clear voice came from behind, and Tie Xiaoyi was startled and stopped in his tracks.

What day is it? Is it a day to make a fortune? Otherwise, why would another "canvas" be delivered to my door? Moreover, judging from the other party's aura, he is at most a low-level martial artist who has only opened one aperture.

Turning around, Tie Xiaoyi saw the young man holding a sharp sword confronting her, and she felt her mood, which had just been ruined, begin to improve.

To reward the other person, he decided to paint the first "painting" of the day on their body, and he was determined to showcase his most skillful "technique".

Tie Xiaoyi walked step by step toward the young man who had just appeared, her gentle eyes seemingly filled with a sacred light.

"Don't come any closer! There are experts lying in ambush behind me." As if startled, the young man's face tightened, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Who are you kidding! If there really was an ambush, who would have told you beforehand? Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Tie Xiaoyi took another step forward, inwardly disdainful of the young man's clumsy performance.

"There really is a master! You still dare to come!" The young man was even more panicked, and he could barely hold the sword in his hand.

"Impulsive young man, daring to act recklessly just for a moment of pleasure. Do you think such a small trick will scare me? Don't you know that your shifty eyes have already betrayed you!" Tie Xiaoyi found it amusing, but pressed closer with each step.

Behind a rock not far from the young man, Xiao Chong quietly lay down on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

"I didn't realize Yin Feng was such a good actor. And he's calm under pressure, which makes him perfect for a role like a negotiation expert."

Xiao Chong made a mental assessment, but his eyes never left Tie Xiaoyi's footsteps.

Tie Xiaoyi was so smug that all her interest was focused on the young man in front of her, completely unaware that there was another stranger nearby who was treating her as prey and preparing to reel her in.

"Aren't you coming out yet?" Faced with Tie Xiaoyi getting closer and closer, the young man panicked completely. He shouted and turned to run, but accidentally bumped into a tree behind him and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Is there really someone?" Tie Xiaoyi was startled and stopped in her tracks.

After waiting for a while and not finding any movement, he was amused and annoyed by the young man's actions.

"Tie Xiaoyi, disciple of the Tie family, here lies your fine head. Who will cut it off?"

Hearing his own triumphant voice echoing through the forest, Tie Xiaoyi laughed loudly and stepped forward again: "A fine head, who will cut it off? A fine head, who..."

Tie Xiaoyi, who was laughing loudly, suddenly felt a tightness under his feet, and his shout came to an abrupt halt.

A rope made of ox sinew suspended him upside down from a tall tree, the knot tightly binding his ankles. From his vantage point, the young man had leaped to his feet and was looking up, his face showing no sign of panic.

"We've fallen into their trap!" Tie Xiaoyi thought to herself, and raised her sword to slash at the rope at her feet.

"Take it!"

A cold, eerie light flashed before his eyes, and a crossbow bolt pierced his wrist, which was holding a sword, and became embedded in a tree trunk, its tail still trembling incessantly.

Looking at the transparent blood hole on her wrist and hearing the soft "clang" of the longsword hitting the ground, Tie Xiaoyi was filled with fear.

"Brother, save me!" These were the last words Tie Xiaoyi uttered before he died.

A figure as light as a swallow leaped up from behind a rock not far away, a flash of sword light passing through its shadow.

As the blade flashed, Tie Xiaoyi saw a headless corpse hanging upside down from a tree, with blood gushing out of its neck like a waterfall—a sight so beautiful it was heartbreaking.

"What a fine head! I'll chop it off!"

He landed, shouted, and kicked away a bloody human head on the ground.

"boom!"

Tie Xiaoyi felt his head slam into a rock. Looking at the bizarre scene before him, he finally understood what had happened.

"So that headless corpse was mine." The last wisp of consciousness flashed through Tie Xiaoyi's mind, her eyes wide open, but she could no longer think.

Rewinding to the moment Tie Xiaoyi was hoisted up, Tie Xiaoyi, who was blocking the escape route of the other four, paused for a moment and subconsciously blinked.

How long is a blink of an eye? Sixty moments!

How long was it from the moment Tie Xiaoyi was hoisted up until his head was severed? Just a moment!

All of this happened too fast and too suddenly. By the time Tie Xiaoyi reacted, it was too late to rush forward and rescue his brother.

"It's Xiao Chong! The Xiao Chong who made a life-or-death pact with Chang Qing!"

Upon recognizing the figure, Tie Xiaoyi's eyes widened in fury. He roared, raised his spiked club, and leaped towards Xiao Chong.

A crossbow bolt came hurtling towards him, its metal shaft gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Tie Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed sharply, and he raised his spiked club to his chest.

"Ding!"

As the arrows and clubs clashed, the crossbow bolts were knocked away by the spiked clubs, but the impact force generated by their high-speed movement slowed Tie Xiaoyi's movements.

With this obstacle blocking his way, Tie Xiaoyi's courage vanished, and he could only land on the ground.

After landing, Tie Xiaoyi suddenly calmed down and saw the six people standing in formation in front of him. His mind raced.

"Brother Xiaoyi is dead. Should we seek revenge?"

"If I report it, there are six of them, while I am only one. Could I be a match for them?"

"And Brother Xiaoyi just died because he fell into a trap. Could there be other traps in the forest? Or could there be other people lying in ambush there?"

Tie Xiaoyi became increasingly suspicious as he thought about it, and his gaze involuntarily fell on Tie Xiaoyi's headless corpse.

Upon seeing his elder brother's corpse, Tie Xiaoyi suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable hatred: "My martial arts cultivation is clearly a notch above Xiaoyi's, so why am I always suppressed by him? Why is it that no matter what we do, the clan always puts Xiaoyi first, and I can only be his assistant?"

This hatred came so suddenly, yet so intensely, that Tie Xiaoyi's breathing became rapid, and he felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Under the wary gazes of the six disciples from the Xiao and Situ families, Tie Xiaoyi suddenly swung his spiked club, forcing the six of them back a step, and then turned and ran.

"Brother Xiao, should we give chase or not?" the young man Yin Feng asked Xiao Chong beside him.

"Fellow disciples, yet so cold-hearted. It seems this is the true face of most scions of noble families." Xiao Chong sighed inwardly, shook his head, and then winked at Yin Feng.

"kill!"

Yin Feng roared and suddenly plunged his sword into the abdomen of a Situ family disciple.

The Situ family disciple let out a miserable scream, vomited blood, and collapsed to the ground. Just before he died, he saw a flash of light in Xiao Chong's hand, and the head of another disciple of the sect rolled down in front of him.

Wasn't it agreed that we would form an alliance? This was his last question, and he never understood it until his death. Why did the ship of friendship capsize so easily?