Chapter 100 A beating is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love, black and white

Chapter 100 A beating is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love, black and white

Beneath the full moon, the chilling aura of swords lingered on the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Ximen Chuixue rarely showed surprise. He stared blankly at Ye Gucheng's white-clad figure, whose chest had been pierced by his longsword, and fell limply. Fear was reflected in his eyes, and his life force had been extinguished by the sword energy.

The Taihe Square below erupted in chaos, with discussions, exclamations, and shouts all mixed together.

"Ye Gucheng, dead?" Someone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" someone roared hysterically. He had staked everything on Ye Gucheng, and this one sword strike had turned him from a wealthy man into a bankrupt.

"Is this real, or am I dreaming?" Someone slapped themselves hard, the burning pain making them barely accept this absurd reality, their face full of confusion.

Ouyang Qing and Xue Bing exchanged glances. The sisters held hands tightly, their faces filled with confusion. Was the duel over just like that?

Did that dead man fall into the latrine?

Lu Xiaofeng landed next to Ximen Chuixue, grabbed Ye Gucheng's body with one hand, and kept stroking his face with the other. When his fingertips touched the edge of his cheek, he felt a strange stickiness.

With a forceful tug, a layer of human skin mask was torn off Ye Gucheng's face, revealing his true appearance, which was unrecognizable.

"Who is this person?" Lu Xiaofeng exclaimed in surprise.

"I don't know him." Ximen Chuixue sheathed his black longsword, extremely angry. In this situation, even a fool could tell that he had been used.

Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed drastically, and he called out urgently, "Ximen, come with me." Then he leaped off the roof and headed straight for the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ximen Chuixue followed closely behind, his white robes fluttering, his sword intent as sharp as the cold winter. He wanted to see what tricks Ye Gucheng was up to, making a fool of him like a monkey.

Wudang, Shaolin, and other martial arts masters leaped onto the roof of the Taihe Hall. Upon realizing that the deceased on the ground was not Zhen Ye Gucheng, the old foxes instantly understood.

They've inadvertently gotten themselves involved in a massive, far-reaching affair!

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They wanted to leave but were worried about causing misunderstandings. They exchanged glances and reached a tacit understanding.

The best way to protect yourself is to remain unchanged in the face of all changes.

On the other side, in the Imperial Garden, the moonlight was hazy and the fragrance of flowers filled the air, but it could not conceal the eerie atmosphere in the air.

Dongfang Bubai lowered her head and remained silent, the faint, elusive feeling making her extremely wary.

Bai Li was pondering when the mysterious feeling that had drawn him here vanished upon seeing Dongfang Bubai.

This is definitely not a natural occurrence. Could someone be influencing me? And what is their purpose?

hum! !

Two bursts of sword intent suddenly erupted from the Hall of Mental Cultivation, tearing through the night sky.

A sense of aloofness and coldness, like a frozen abyss, like Ximen Chuixue;

A breath, seemingly from the heavens above, pure and immaculate, emanated from Ye Gucheng.

The two sword intents intertwined and collided, creating an astonishing force that caused Bai Li's skin to feel a slight stinging sensation.

Bai Li spread his hands and said, "Master Dongfang, it seems that your trip to the Hall of Mental Cultivation will be unnecessary."

Dongfang Bubai nodded, raised her delicate hand slightly, and wisps of scarlet true energy swirled around her fingertips.

When Ye Gucheng invited her, she only thought it was interesting; whether it succeeded or not was irrelevant to her.

"In that case, let's settle the matter of you killing Yingying now."

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Whoosh! Petals fluttered everywhere.

Without Dongfang Bubai bending his knees to exert force, a red shadow suddenly dispersed, slowly drifting around Bai Li, spinning faster and faster, until it resembled a red ribbon surrounding him in the center.

Was it that sudden?

With a clang, a sword light pierced the night sky, then suddenly dispersed, revealing countless silver rays that appeared in mid-air, resembling a blooming silver peony. Layer upon layer, intricately interwoven, they formed an impenetrable defense around the user, while simultaneously launching a counterattack against Dongfang Bubai.

The silver and red colors intertwined, and as their true energy collided, rings of energy waves rose up. Within a twenty-meter radius of Bai Li and Dongfang Bubai, all the artificial mountains, strange rocks, exotic flowers, and rare herbs were swept up by the residual power of their true energy and turned into fragments.

On the rooftop of a palace not far away, Dao Yan clapped his hands and chuckled, saying, "You old Taoist priest, didn't you say their fates were intertwined? Why did they fight to the death the moment they met?"

Liu Bowen stroked his beard and said, "It's normal for young couples to bicker and tease each other. What's so strange about that?"

Dao Yan glanced at him sideways, his tone disdainful: "To me, they seem to want to kill each other!"

Liu Bowen said firmly, "A beating is a sign of affection. The fiercer the beating, the deeper the bond. What do you, a monk, know about romantic love?"

Dao Yan's lips twitched: "Hehe."

The Imperial Guards noticed the commotion in the Imperial Garden; the sound of footsteps and the scraping of armor grew louder as they approached.

A troop of two thousand imperial guards was rushing rapidly toward the Imperial Garden.

The Imperial Guards all ran in unison, shouting, "Speed ​​up! Don't let the thieves escape!"

Bai Li and Dongfang Bubai noticed the commotion. They exchanged a glance, said nothing, and two streaks of light, one silver and one red, flew towards Taihe Square like giant pythons coiling together.

Along the way, palace pillars were broken, stone bricks were crushed, gravel flew everywhere, and wood chips were scattered, leaving the palace buildings in a mess.

Liu Bowen laughed heartily, "Now the young emperor will be heartbroken; this repair cost is no small sum."

Dao Yan said calmly, "It's alright, we can just arrest a few officials."

In front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ye Gucheng stood in white robes, sword in hand, his expression as calm as ever, as if the assassination attempt just now was merely a casual errand.

Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue took turns standing in front of Emperor Zhu.

The three top experts of the Dragon Guard Manor, Shangguan Haitang, Duan Tianya, and Guihai Yidao, formed a triangle, surrounding Ye Gucheng in the middle.

Before Emperor Zhu could even utter a rebuke, two streams of true energy shot into the sky from the direction of the Imperial Garden, their power astonishing.

Lu Xiaofeng was shocked. This silver true energy was clearly Bai Li's. Who was he fighting? That scarlet, blood-red, eerie and domineering true energy was so familiar. It was Dongfang Bubai!

Ye Gucheng lowered his eyes, a hint of helplessness flashing in them. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally died. Well, his good ally had let him down again.

Duan Tianya tightened his grip on the hilt of his knife, pointing the blade at Ye Gucheng, and said, "Ye Gucheng, do you have accomplices?"

Ye Gucheng remained silent, his eyes, like stars, gazing quietly at Ximen Chuixue.

Ximen Chuixue understood his meaning, stepped forward, and said, "Shall we begin this duel now?"

What? At this point, you still want to have a sword fight?

Everyone present looked at Emperor Zhu.

Emperor Zhu simply waved his hand lightly, "Let them compete."

They have no sense of propriety. There are still 30,000 martial arts practitioners in Taihe Square. If they are not allowed to watch the excitement to their heart's content, how will the situation be resolved? Are they supposed to kill them all?

Hehe, wouldn't this please my good uncles, good brothers, and those powerful families?

"Yes!" The guards around him retreated to Emperor Zhu's side.

Shangguan Haitang felt relieved. It was not impossible to forcibly keep Ye Gucheng, but Ye Gucheng's desperate counterattack would definitely make the Dragon Guard Manor pay a heavy price, and casualties would be inevitable.

His Majesty's tacit approval of the two swordsmanship saved them from a bloody battle.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Haitang, Duan Tianya, and Guihai Yidao exchanged glances, slowly retreated from the arena, and stood on either side, closely watching the situation.

Ximen Chuixue slowly drew his sword, its blade pitch black. "This sword has been with me for many years, killing countless people. Its blade is three feet seven inches long and weighs seven pounds and thirteen ounces. Ye Gucheng, please."

Ye Gucheng lightly raised the sword tip; the blade shone white and gleamed under the moonlight, clear as glass.

His voice was calm and slow, like the clinking of white jade or a gentle breeze under the moon, devoid of any worldly air, yet exuding a kingly majesty: "This sword is made from the finest cold iron from overseas, capable of severing a hair with a single blow. The blade is three feet and three inches long, and it weighs six pounds and four ounces."

A gentle night breeze caressed everyone's hair.

boom!

At the start of the zero-frame animation, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng swung their swords simultaneously, their blades colliding with a deafening roar. A powerful force rippled outwards from both of them, causing the stone bricks within a ten-meter radius to shatter into a spiderweb-like pattern.

The gust of wind swept past everyone. The guards beside Emperor Zhu involuntarily took two steps back, their throats churning, their eyes filled with horror. Such terrifying power could be generated from a single collision! Is this the strength of a top swordsman?

In the eyes of both Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, the excitement of meeting an opponent surged simultaneously. After a moment of stalemate, two sword lights, one black and one white, shot straight towards the Taihe Hall like two shooting stars.

On the fifteenth of the full moon, atop the Forbidden City, words spoken must be kept.