Chapter 58: Chapter 58 Room Chapter 58: Chapter 58 Room Editor: Atlas Studios Su Mo curled the corners of his mouth but found himself at a loss for words for a moment.
Luo Zhen said Liu Suifeng had suffered serious injuries.
And this group of people who chose this time to visit, naturally none of their intentions were pure.
If this courtyard is really Liu Suifeng’s dwelling,
then the late-night visit of this old monk signifies inscrutable motives.
However, you can’t just beat everyone with the same stick and say they all harbor sinister intentions.
Besides, judging from the actions of the Blood Mandarin Duck Saber Ling Hongxia just now, she probably knew the old monk was here and deliberately lured Liu Qingkong over.
Either she wants to divert the disaster elsewhere, or she intends to unite everyone’s strength for a decisive battle to the death with Liu Qingkong.
But no matter what, there isn’t a single easy mark among this group.
Only one, Wang Taiheng…
And so, he died.
Now, Su Mo’s mood was not good either.
He hadn’t come all this way to watch some Jianghu characters and the Youquan Sect’s violent clashes.
He was here to deliver an escort task.
Not seeing Liu Suifeng in this courtyard was definitely bad news for him.
In fact, the whole ordeal at Yuliu Manor increasingly soured Su Mo’s mood.
All he came to do was deliver an escort task, but how could he deliver it if he couldn’t find the receiver?
This matter between the Youquan Sect and Liu Suifeng was definitely connected; if Liu Suifeng really had an accident, he feared he would have to not only deliver the escort but also save someone…
Thinking of this made him somewhat unhappy.
Doing so much work, even with the system rewards, Ji Shuhua’s one hundred taels of silver was spent way too well.
While pondering whether to ask Ji Shuhua for more money, he heard the monk Jing Kong speak in a cold voice:
“Are you a member of the Demon Path, benefactor? Presumably, you’re not really Liu Qingkong, are you? May I ask, benefactor, how did this vast Yuliu Manor become the deadly place it is today? Where has benefactor taken Liu Suifeng and the others from this manor?”
His eyes remained tightly closed, hands pressed together, with prayer beads hanging between his palms.
He spoke forcefully with his eyebrows lowered and eyes downcast, but his tone was warm and gentle.
“Heh…”
‘Liu Qingkong’ turned over and got up from the ground, sighing lightly: “What a great monk, the martial arts of the Heavenly Buddha Temple are indeed rare supreme skills in the world, which you may not fully master even if you devote your whole life to them. Yet, you’re never satisfied and have come to Yuliu Manor in search of the Sixteen Forms of Heavenly Rainbow Heart Sword.
“Since you’re asking where Liu Suifeng is now, what harm is there in me telling you?”
He lifted his head to look at Monk Jing Kong: “Or perhaps, shall I personally take you to meet him?”
These words, of course, weren’t an actual offer to take Jing Kong to Liu Suifeng.
The monk’s eyebrows and eyes were downcast, not smiling: “I fear… the benefactor does not have that capability.”
“The great monk had better not be careless.”
At this moment, the room’s doors opened and Ling Hongxia stepped out, carrying two blood-red short blades in her hand; she stretched her body lazily before speaking:
“People from the Youquan Sect, with their unorthodox martial arts, are really unpredictable. Two juniors from the Heavenly Blade Sect have already lost one, and the one left has lost his blade. The Blood Transformation Divine Skill is extremely troublesome; be careful not to end up a mummified corpse, only to become famous for being indestructible not because of an indestructible Golden Body, but because you dried up accidentally. If word gets back to Heavenly Buddha Temple, your disciples and grandchildren will be laughing about you for a hundred years.”
The woman looked quite attractive, if not for her less-than-pleasant mouth.
Words laced with laziness, yet her eyes gleamed with a sharp brilliance.
The man from the Heavenly Blade Sect behind her, having heard this, could hardly save face.
Glancing at the broken blade in his hand, his expression darkened further, revealing that the Sect’s Inner Strength training was yet to be perfected.
Yet the large monk remained unfazed and said, “So, Benefactor hails from the Youquan Sect. However, your Sect has always been a secluded faction in Dongcheng, endlessly entangled with numerous others. How did you come to be in this Southwest region?”
“Monk, you speak too much.”
‘Liu Qingkong’ chuckled lightly, “This old man has no time to waste here with you. Tonight, the blood red is dense, most disciples of my Sect are enduring hardships next to the Blood Pond, and this old bones of mine are tasked with sweeping the courtyard. Regardless of what skills you all possess, just come at me together. After dealing with you, I can eliminate a few other pests and only then can this night be called Peaceful.”
As he spoke, he didn’t actually wait for Monk Jing Kong, Ling Hongxia and others to make the first move.
A flash of blood light suddenly appeared around him, leaving a blood-colored Shadow in the original spot, yet the true body was nowhere to be seen.
Ling Hongxia’s eyes flashed, her Dual Blades piercing the void in a sudden strike, cutting the air an inch away from the Heavenly Blade Sect man.
Her seemingly random move shocked the Heavenly Blade Sect man, thinking Ling Hongxia intended infighting. Just as he was about to retreat, he saw a pair of claws reaching for the blood-colored Short Blade ahead of him.
With a ‘ding’ sound, fingertip and blade collided, sending out another clang of metal.
“Blood Shadow Split Light!?”
Monk Jing Kong snorted coldly and thrust a punch tearing through the air.
Liu Qingkong stood unwavering with Ling Hongxia’s Dual Blades in front and the mighty Monk’s fist at his side, his blood energy flashed, shaking off Ling Hongxia’s blades with his sleeve’s motion, and in an instant his hand exchanged three moves with Monk Jing Kong’s fist, eventually pushing the Monk back with a single slash of his claws.
“Vajra Arhat Fist? It’s nothing special!”
With a stamp of his foot, he dashed forward, forsaking Ling Hongxia and the Heavenly Blade Sect man, charging straight towards Monk Jing Kong.
The two men engaged in a fierce fight, one with Buddhist sect’s Inner Strength and myriad Fist Techniques at his disposal.
The other rolled with crimson True Qi, his claw technique was chilling, resembling a dance of mad demons.
In the blink of an eye, they were locked in combat.
Ling Hongxia and the Heavenly Blade Sect man momentarily couldn’t intervene, not because their martial arts couldn’t get them close.
But because they were not of the same path and lacked sufficient understanding and familiarity with each other’s martial arts.
Rashly joining in couldn’t produce the effect of cooperating against the enemy. Instead, it might lead to mutual obstruction and end up causing chaos for themselves.
However, not taking action didn’t mean they weren’t participating in this battle. Both of them had their Qi firmly locked onto ‘Liu Qingkong’. Should any vulnerability arise, it would surely be met with a thunderous blow.
Below, several people fought inextricably, yet elsewhere in this vast estate, tranquillity reigned strange and eerie.
Beneath the dark night, untold dangers seemed hidden.
Su Mo lightly brushed his chin, then suddenly moved, circling down from the rooftop.
Luo Zhen paused, and after a moment of hesitation, actually followed behind Su Mo.
They bypassed the combatants and sneaked through a window into the main house of the courtyard.
“Is this truly Liu Suifeng’s room?”
Su Mo glanced around and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.
The room was simply furnished, yet at this moment, it was riddled with sword marks!
The ground, the ceiling, the walls…
Deep and fierce, the Sword Qi was tangible and lingering, conveying a palpably painful sensation!