Chapter 465: Chapter 353: Nun Detoxifies at Night_3
Now, the only option is to fight while retreating.
During the earlier clash, the two had already been driven far from the inner court of the imperial city.
Qi Yangjian remained relentless in his pursuit, flicking his fingers three times. With every flick, a sword extended from the Sword Box. After the third flick, three swords emerged, but instead of being directly hurled at the two, they aligned in a straight line, one following the other.
This paper figure once again showcased the famous technique of a thousand-sword master from the past—Three Swords to Shatter Mountains.
The first sword dismantles all your deadly moves, leaving you utterly defenseless.
The second sword pierces through your tempered, resilient body, pouring Peiran Sword Energy into your meridians, shredding them to pieces.
The final sword—Qi Yangjian takes your head personally!
The three swords flew straight toward Chen Yi!
"Haah!"
Chen Yi exhaled deeply and faced the first incoming sword head-on, striking horizontally with his blade—Wind-Cleaving, Rain-Splitting Slash!
A white streak tore through the air, the gale howled, disrupting the chaotic Sword Qi. In an instant, sparks flew midair as metal clashed with metal!
The scattering force of the clash sent debris beneath his feet flying in every direction.
After this strike, Chen Yi’s tiger mouth (webbing between thumb and index finger) split open further, veins bulged across his entire arm, now covered in painful bruises. The chaotic Sword Qi scraped against his skin, leaving bloody gashes.
Before he could adjust his Qi flow, the second sword came!
Straight and thin, the sword bore restrained energy but exuded lethal intent!
As soon as it pierced the skin, the Sword Qi would abruptly erupt, ripping apart a person’s entire meridian system.
The sound of it tearing through the air sent shivers down one’s spine. Watching this, Dong Guifei’s black hair surged forward, seemingly trying to intercept the second sword midair, but within a mere foot of its path, the swirling sword wind shredded her hair into pieces.
With the second sword imminent, Chen Yi drew the Hou Kang Sword, countering it with the Destruction Zen Sword—his sword moved like a dragon!
Cold brilliance clashed with dark light, booming like thunder, as the erupting Sword Qi shredded the sleeve of Chen Yi’s right arm into tatters. Cold, sharp wounds opened up, blood dripping continuously as his figure staggered back, shattering countless pieces of rubble along the way.
With Qi Yangjian’s last sword, his figure surged forward like a lightning bolt, one palm pushing the sword forward. At that moment, man and sword became one, a white blur tearing through the heavens and earth.
The white blur drew closer and closer, aiming straight for Chen Yi’s face. His complexion was already pale.
Boom—
The arc of a saber’s blade cut through the air, forming a perfect crescent like the glowing moon. Dong Guifei’s figure suddenly appeared, a faint white Guanyin visage behind her, her long hair fanning out as the light of dusk flared around her.
That saber slashed toward Qi Yangjian, forcing the paper figure to adjust in midair. With no footing to stabilize himself, he changed his technique, switching the thrust into a horizontal slash!
The crescent moon formed by the saber shattered instantly under his sword, and even the saber, crafted from fine Huangyue steel with intricate carvings, cracked open with a gash. Dong Guifei spat out fresh blood, her body thrown back by the recoil.
This impact saw Dong Guifei’s figure vanish within the imperial city.
Facing an ever-growing number of pursuing paper figures, Chen Yi seized the opportunity to escape the imperial city, leaping in the direction where Dong Guifei had disappeared.
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Dusk gradually faded, and night descended.
Two conical hats emerged on the streets after the curfew had begun,
Chen Yi carried Dong Guifei on his back.
Though he had caught the falling Dong Guifei, the recoil from Qi Yangjian’s paper figure’s final strike still left this imperial consort from the Cold Palace injured internally.
At first, blood continued to flow from her mouth. Only after applying acupressure and administering medicine did her condition slightly stabilize.
Because of today’s covert exploration of the imperial palace, countless paper-figure Martial Artists had mobilized, scouring every corner. Chen Yi had hidden with Dong Guifei for quite some time, only daring to appear now that curfew had set in.
Dong Guifei lay slumped on his shoulder, her breath erratic and labored.
The shock from this encounter seemed to have exacerbated her poison symptoms.
Chen Yi maintained his composure, navigating through several small alleys, eventually returning to the Cui Residence. Evading the paper figures, he arrived at the courtyard of the Lin Family Young Lady.
Xiuhe was sweeping when she heard Chen Yi entering. In her crisp voice, she called out, "Master..."
Her words came to an abrupt stop as she caught sight of him carrying a nun into the house, their bodies pressed closely together in an unseemly manner.
Ordinary men and women were expected to observe propriety, let alone the fact that the woman was a nun.
Xiuhe froze, her expression shifting, and anxiously exclaimed:
"Master, why are you carrying... a bhikkhuni... This—this, if someone outside sees this... what would people think..."
Especially since the woman was a nun, her face flushed peach-like, Xiuhe couldn’t help but recall tales of noblemen spending the night in nunneries.
Just as Xiuhe was about to step forward to intervene, the voice of the Young Lady came from behind:
"Xiuhe, what are you doing?"
"Madam, this..."
Xiuhe turned to see Lin Wanxiao standing by the window, having witnessed everything.
"My husband knows what he’s doing. Enough, step back," Lin Wanxiao said in a soft, composed tone.
"He is the master of this household. Whatever he chooses to do is his own decision."
With those graceful words, Xiuhe had no choice but to retreat reluctantly. Bitter thoughts filled her mind: this nun, stepping out of line, would eventually lead to Lin Wanxiao’s suffering and abandonment.
But it seemed the Lin Family Young Lady was unwilling to rein in her husband. No matter how many women aimed for Chen Yi, as long as he returned in the end, it didn’t seem to matter to her. Xiuhe realized that Lin Wanxiao must have been observing for quite some time; otherwise, she wouldn’t have spoken up so early.
Spared the need for explanations, Chen Yi exhaled lightly, nodding toward Lin Wanxiao.
Lin Wanxiao responded with a gentle smile.
Yet, as Chen Yi turned his back, she noticed the wet patches on his clothes...
Her thin lips pressed together tightly.
Pushing open the guest room door, Chen Yi carefully put Dong Guifei down. His waist ached slightly; after she had regained partial consciousness earlier, she had involuntarily tightened her legs around his waist.
This left wet patches on his clothes. Before returning, he had even changed into a fresh set of clothes in Square Land to avoid bloodstains being discovered.