My Years in the Jianghu with the Prince: A Time of Unethical Conduct

Wu Li's eyes were wide open, and his face still showed fear and disbelief.

Chu Ling flicked his wrist, throwing the corpse off the tip of the spear to the ground, a slight smile on his face.

He sheathed his spear and looked up.

Those controlled by the Gu worms paused, stopped moving, and collapsed.

Chu Ling's gaze passed over the figures lying haphazardly on the ground around him and landed on Xie Yan.

But then he discovered that a masked person had appeared beside him at some point, and the two were now locked in combat.

Before a stick of incense——

The Lord of Zixiao Manor and the leader of Xuanzhen Sect joined forces to attack Xie Yan.

It was unclear whether Wu Li had improved his Gu techniques this time, but these two were not like the Gu-afflicted people in the bandit stronghold who could only slash randomly. On the contrary, their moves were fierce and their advances and retreats were appropriate. For a time, they were evenly matched with Xie Yan.

One attacked the upper body, and the other attacked the lower body; their teamwork was excellent, and every move was deadly.

These two were already famous, and Wu Li had even provoked them to use their full strength, so they were naturally not as easy to deal with as the people Xie Yan had faced in the past.

Faced with the two's relentless attack, Xie Yan defended while sadly thinking: I wonder if real aphrodisiacs will still be effective now.

The three men moved with incredible speed, constantly flashing and leaping across the rooftops, leaving behind afterimages in their wake. It was a dazzling display that left onlookers breathless.

Just as the three were locked in fierce combat, a clear, cold voice came from the side.

"Young Master Xie, I'm here to help you."

With a light touch of her toes, Tao Xian leaped up from below and joined their battle.

Strangely, when the two men saw Tao Xian arrive, their attack movements faltered slightly, and their steps became somewhat disordered.

Taking advantage of the opening, Tao Xian swiftly shot out two white ribbons from her sleeves, wrapping them up and throwing them to the ground.

She landed beside Xie Yan, nodded slightly, and said, "Miss Wuya gave me a Gu worm and taught me some methods to cure Gu."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan smiled in relief, "You've come at the perfect time; I almost couldn't resist making a move."

Tao Xian glanced at him and, unusually, teased, "Are you throwing aphrodisiacs?"

Xie Yan chuckled lightly, not denying it, "If it's useful."

"Then I'll leave this place to you."

After saying this, he used his lightness skill to leave, leaving Tao Xian alone to face the two seniors who had broken free.

Judging from the direction he was heading, he was heading straight for Song Yunzheng.

At this moment, a black-clad man wearing a ghost mask was standing next to Song Yunzheng.

Xie Yan landed opposite them, her gaze sweeping over the two of them. She noticed that Song Yunzheng treated this person with considerable respect.

The two appeared to be standing side by side, but in reality, Song Yunzheng was a step behind, her head slightly lowered, her expression humble, as if she were the one in black leading the group.

Xie Yan seemed to be deep in thought. Looking at Song Yunzheng's humble yet dignified expression when facing Wu Li earlier, she knew that although he had only been a member of the sect for a short time, he must have a high status in the sect.

The fact that he is now so humble towards this masked man suggests that this person's identity must be extraordinary.

As Xie Yan sized up the two men, the masked man was also looking at him.

His gaze was cold, his voice hoarse, and his tone strangely unnatural, making it difficult to tell whether he was male or female.

"You're Xie Yan?"

Xie Yan nodded, a humble smile on her face, "That's me."

The masked man sneered and said, "I've long heard of your great name, and seeing you today, I can confirm that it lives up to your reputation."

Although his words were meant as praise, his tone was somber and cold that it conveyed no real appreciation.

Upon hearing this, Xie Yan simply smiled and remained silent.

The masked man stopped talking and attacked Xie Yan the moment his words fell.

His movements were unpredictable and elusive, making it difficult for anyone to understand his methods.

She even looks somewhat like Xie Yan.

Xie Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, and dodged the opponent's fierce palm strike with a swift movement.

Seeing the familiar moves, Xie Yan's heart stirred. She didn't rush to attack, but instead dodged the masked man's attacks, trying to glean some clues from them.

After a few moves, Xie Yan finally confirmed it.

The lightness skill and palm technique used by this person were actually from the same source as mine.

However, Xie Yan's moves had been modified by him and were quite different from the original, so he hadn't been able to recognize them for a while.

A hint of interest flashed in Xie Yan's eyes.

He stopped dodging and instead faced the masked man's palm strike head-on, exchanging a blow with him.

With a loud "bang," the two men's palms met, their inner forces clashing. As their true energy surged, the surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Xie Yan felt a chilling internal force surge from his palm along his heart meridian. He circulated his internal energy and neutralized it.

The masked man let out a muffled groan and staggered back several steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

"Little Lord!"

Song Yunzheng was startled and quickly went to help him up.

The masked man raised his hand to stop him, stared intently at Xie Yan, and said coldly, "You do have some skills."

Xie Yan seemed oblivious to the murderous intent in his words. Instead, she smiled and rubbed her fingers together, saying, "So it was you."

"Impersonating me to steal secret manuals from various schools."

The exchange just now wasn't just about his own movement; he also sensed a similar fluctuation of true energy as that of the Purple Cloud Manor Lord.

The masked man sneered, which was taken as tacit agreement.

The next moment, the two stopped talking and were locked in combat again in the blink of an eye.

This time, however, Xie Yan held back.

He drew his sword, and with a fierce glint in his eyes, every move he made was aimed directly at the masked man's vital points, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

But the masked man remained calm and unhurried. As he retreated, he raised his hand and waved it, sending several silver beams straight towards Xie Yan with a sharp whooshing sound.

The hidden weapon was quite large, and it came with great force and speed. Xie Yan frowned, but did not take it head-on, instead leaping backward.

Just as he expected, it was no ordinary concealed weapon.

As soon as they approached Xie Yan, they began to heat up and expand rapidly in a strange manner.

The next second, a series of explosions erupted.

In an instant, the rooftops, including Xie Yan's, were engulfed in dazzling flames, and deafening explosions rang out continuously.

Dust billowed and thick smoke rose straight into the sky.

Everyone present was stunned by this, and they all stopped what they were doing and looked toward the center of the explosion.

Chu Ling's expression turned serious, and he picked up his spear and rushed toward the firelight.

But before he could rush into the fire, a figure emerged from the flames and landed lightly beside him.

It was Xie Yan.

Apart from a few burn marks on the hem of his clothes and some scratches on his mask from shards, he appeared to be unharmed.

Chu Ling supported Xie Yan's elbow and asked, "Are you alright?"

Xie Yan patted her clothes, shook her head slightly, and looked at the rooftop where the smoke had cleared.

"They got away."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ling looked down and, sure enough, most of the Holy Sun Cult members had taken advantage of the chaos to flee.

Moreover, even Wu Li's body had disappeared without a trace.

In the mountain path—

Song Yunzheng carried a limp corpse and followed behind the masked man, her disgust barely concealed.

"Young Master, why bring this reckless fool back with us? To use him as fertilizer?"

The masked man walked with his hands behind his back, chuckled a few times, and said, "Don't underestimate the Gu techniques of the Southern Frontier. As long as the Gu in Wu Li's body is still alive, he won't die."

Amid the conversation, Wu Li suddenly opened his eyes.