Gu Long's World: Starting with the Legend of Chu Liuxiang

Except for Yuan Suiyun, who was blind, everyone else could see clearly and realized they were in a large stone chamber.

Jiang Fengyue frowned. How could there be light in a place where even a tinderbox couldn't get in? He sniffed lightly and smelled the aroma of alcohol. The fire was obviously started by strong liquor.

He looked at Hua Zhenzhen, who was lying on the ground unable to move. Hua Zhenzhen had an expression of annoyance and regret on her face. Jiang Fengyue then realized that these fires must have been a trick that Hua Zhenzhen had set up in advance.

She intended to use these lights to deal with Yuan Suiyun, but she didn't expect to be caught beforehand. Now, all her arrangements have become a wedding dress for Master Kumei.

Although Chu Liuxiang had expected Master Kumei to be there, he still shook his head when he actually saw her and said, "Master Kumei, why do you aid and abet evil?"

Master Kumei did not answer. She was a woman of few words and ruthless. Her dragon-headed cane was already aimed at Jiang Fengyue.

In the hands of Master Kumei, an ordinary cane was used in a way that was anything but ordinary. She struck out with the end of the cane as if it were a sword, fast and dense. If anyone were hit by her cane, they would probably have several holes in their body.

Chu Liuxiang and Hu Tiehua were seriously injured and wanted to help, but were powerless to do so.

Jiang Fengyue drew his sword from his waist. When the enemy had a weapon, he preferred to use a sword rather than his hands.

With a sword in his hand, he seemed like a different person. His eyes were cold and focused, his breathing was in sync with the sword light, and he and the sword seemed to become one.

The sword light seemed to appear and disappear, the attack seemed fast and slow, the sword path seemed real and illusory, and the moves seemed to change but did not.

In order to execute the complete "Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng", Jiang Fengyue tried his best not to make his sword strikes too fast, and his swordsmanship had become an art.

With the "Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng" unleashed, Master Kumei's cane was shattered into several pieces.

Master Kumei, who was usually silent, frowned and said, "How come you know how to use the sword techniques of our Huashan Sect?"

Jiang Fengyue sneered, "When you revealed this sword technique to outsiders, you should have expected that it wouldn't be surprising if anyone in the world learned it."

When anyone's bad deeds are exposed, they will inevitably feel guilty. Master Kumei's guilty conscience was not shown in his words or expression.

But her attacks became faster and faster, as if she was about to kill Jiang Fengyue and prevent him from saying another word.

Jiang Fengyue's sword was already sheathed; it would be pointless for her to use her sword while others were empty-handed.

Master Kumei leaped up and pounced at incredible speed, his five fingers outstretched like eagle claws, aiming for Jiang Fengyue's heart.

Master Kumei's hand was only inches away from Jiang Fengyue's heart.

Chu Liuxiang exclaimed in alarm, "Watch out!"

Everyone who can see is worried about Jiang Fengyue.

Master Kumei's movements suddenly stopped. There was a bloody hole in her heart, and Jiang Fengyue's hands were stained with blood.

His hand pierced Master Kumei's heart first; Jiang Fengyue's powerful internal energy always allowed him to strike even faster.

Master Kumei's hand fell limp, lifeless.

The liquor burned out, the flames slowly dimmed until they went out completely, and the surroundings returned to deep darkness.

Gao Yanan screamed in anguish, "Master!"

Her voice sounded even more pitiful in the darkness, and her cries echoed through the empty cave.

Yuan Suiyun, no longer able to detect Master Kumei's breathing, asked in a daze, "You killed her?"

Jiang Fengyue sighed, "If you didn't want her to die, you shouldn't have dragged her into these things in the first place."

He approached Yuan Suiyun step by step; he would never let such a person go.

Yuan Suiyun could hear Jiang Fengyue's movements; the heavy footsteps sounded like the King of Hell coming to claim his life.

Yuan Suiyun was too weak to resist any longer. He slumped to the ground and could only threaten fiercely, "You dare to kill me?"

Jiang Fengyue sneered, "Why wouldn't I dare?"

Yuan Suiyun laughed foolishly, "Do you know where I came from?"

Jiang Fengyue remained expressionless and coldly replied, "Wuzheng Manor, Yuan family."

Yuan Suiyun slowly stood up, feeling more confident, and said, "Since you know, why don't you let me leave quickly?"

Jiang Fengyue had already arrived in front of Yuan Suiyun and said in an icy tone, "If you think that your family is the reason you can do evil, then you are very wrong."

Yuan Suiyun's expression changed slightly, and Jiang Fengyue continued, "Yuan Qinggu may have been very powerful three hundred years ago, but the Yuan family is destined to decline in your generation."

Yuan Suiyun asked in surprise, "Why?"

Jiang Fengyue said, "Just like Yuan Qinggu three hundred years ago, there is nothing in the martial world that can stop me anymore. Even if your family mobilizes all of them, they can't save your life."

Yuan Suiyun said in a trembling voice, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fengyue gathered energy in her palm, then released it to her fingertips, and struck out with a claw. Yuan Suiyun suffered the same fate as Master Kumei.

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As the ship set sail, it was nearly dusk, but the weary people saw hope in the twilight.

They are not afraid of the darkness after the sun sets, because even after the sun sets, there will still be moonlight.

It was a clear, moonlit night with few stars in the sky. Jiang Fengyue and the others sat around the table, the celebratory drinks already opened.

Even though he was seriously injured, Hu Tiehua still crawled out of his cabin because of the smell of alcohol. He could endure the pain, but he couldn't bear the absence of alcohol.

He might not actually enjoy drinking that much; he just likes being around people.

Jiang Fengyue sat at the head of the table, and people kept coming to toast him. Everyone was sincerely grateful to him.

Hua Zhenzhen, holding a wine glass, approached Jiang Fengyue and said with a playful smile, "Young Master Jiang, there's something I'm curious about that I didn't have a chance to ask on the island earlier."

Jiang Fengyue smiled and said, "You want to ask why I know your Huashan's 'Thirteen Styles of Gentle Breeze' and 'Heart-Piercing Hand'?"

Hua Zhenzhen nodded and said, "Mm."

Jiang Fengyue said, "In the path of martial arts, whether it is swordsmanship or fist and foot techniques, their essence will not change. The more profound the sword techniques, the more similar they are. That's why I was able to completely imitate the 'Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng' after only seeing it once."

Although these words were said to appease Hua Zhenzhen, the truth is undeniable. After learning many martial arts and acquiring extremely high internal strength, Jiang Fengyue had secretly discovered the commonalities among all martial arts in the world.

Hua Zhenzhen raised her glass and drank the wine, saying, "I've learned a lot."

Pleasant times always pass faster than miserable times. The people on the returning ship kept having fun, enjoying the sea breeze, and drinking to their hearts' content.

As soon as the boat docked, Hu Tiehua disappeared, because Gao Yanan and Jin Lingzhi were both arguing about marrying him, which was his greatest fear.

If a prodigal son gets married, what's the point of wandering the world?