Chapter Fourteen: The Sword Slays the Female Ghost

  With the wind, her hands crossed in front of her chest, a surge of invisible energy burst out, and the hair by her ears seemed to be blown by an invisible wind, floating constantly. The white-clothed woman suddenly disappeared and reappeared, already standing in front of Su Feng, her right hand extended with sharp claws. Without hesitation, she swiped at Su Feng's face.

  He didn't seem to notice the finger that had just grasped him, and instead continued to exert all his strength to channel his inner energy into his hands, fiercely pushing it towards the white-robed woman. He had long since come to realize that once he was caught, it would be a fatal outcome. However, he had already thought it through - even if he managed to dodge this time, it would only bring temporary peace, and the ending of being buried here was unavoidable no matter what. It was better to go all out and make one final gamble, even if it meant exchanging his life for an injury, so that he could leave some space for Bi Huan to escape.

  As he watched his fingers grasp what was in front of him, his heart unexpectedly calmed down. He slowly closed his eyes, "Father, Mother, I won't be able to avenge you."

  A loud thunderclap boomed from the horizon, followed by a sharp cry from Bi Han. Then came the sound of something hitting the ground. Waiting for what felt like an eternity, he didn't feel the expected pain of fingernails scratching his face. It wasn't until then that he opened his eyes in disbelief. As soon as he did, he saw Liang Ze standing beside him. The white-clothed woman was lying on the ground in front of him. He turned around to see Bi Han staring at him with tears streaming down her face and a look of shock.

  Liang Zei glanced at Sui Feng, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Luckily, if Young Master was a bit later, you little devil wouldn't have been saved." Just as Sui Feng was about to ask what he meant, Liang Zei turned his head around, looking at the white-clothed woman lying on the ground. He rested one hand against his chin and said with a serious expression: "Looking at her appearance, her yin energy is concentrated, she's not an ordinary ghost creature. She should have already become a Qian Huan True Body, very difficult to deal with."

  "What is the true body of Qian Huan?" Feng covered his chest with his sleeve and asked in a low voice. Having narrowly escaped disaster, he only then realized that his heart felt slightly cold, possibly due to the invasion of yin energy earlier, and his entire body's meridians were damaged, so it wouldn't be easy to recover for the time being.

  Liang Stealer was about to speak when the white-clothed female ghost who had been kicked to the ground suddenly sprang up. She grabbed at Liang Stealer, "Be careful!" Bi He and Sui Feng shouted in unison.

  Liang Zei had anticipated this and didn't panic, dodging the grab with a slight shift of his body. A cold gleam flashed from the cuff of his right sleeve as he swung down a dagger to strike at the female ghost's chest.

  "Ding..." A faint sound, and in an instant, sparks flew out, clearly the sound of metal clashing. "Not good!" Liang Tou'er thought to himself, his face changing color as he suppressed the panic rising in his chest. He took a step back, his figure fluttering, barely escaping the female ghost's grasping fingers. "This female ghost has indeed reached the state where blades and guns are useless, and her kung fu is unpredictable... now that I'm alone, what should I do?" Liang Tou'er thought anxiously.

  However, the situation did not allow him to think much. The female ghost's body didn't even stop, and she pounced again. This time, Liang Tou'er dared not resist hard. Although he was skilled in lightness kung fu, he didn't dare to dodge randomly here. If he gave up his position, Bi Han and Sui Feng would fall into danger.

  Liang Stealer's figure was as swift as the wind, and he rushed forward to meet her. He opened his twin blades but didn't let them touch the female ghost's limbs, instead using a clever trick to pin down her long fingernails. A cold smile played on Liang Stealer's lips as he focused his energy between his legs, then with a sudden burst of strength, he kicked the female ghost out with another ruthless kick.

  Taking advantage of the opportunity, Liang Stealer took a glance and was shocked. His two iron daggers had a shallow notch, "Is this Thousand Fantasy True Body really immune to swords and guns? My iron dagger can't even cut her fingernails?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his toes. "I'd better not touch such evil things," Liang Stealer thought to himself.

  Watching the wind, Liang stole the child's fine iron dagger and couldn't cause any harm to the female ghost. He immediately said: "She is afraid of my sword, I will take it out now." As he spoke, he covered his chest with one hand and retreated to the side.

  It seemed that she could understand the words of Su Feng, and the female ghost who had just fallen down jumped up again. This time, however, she rushed straight towards Su Feng and ignored Liang Ze'er. The ghostly shadow flashed by, and a white shadow was seen flashing in the direction of Su Feng.

  "Ah!" Bi Han let out another shrill cry, almost unable to bear looking anymore.

  Only Liang Zei didn't freeze, and he immediately reacted. With a swift movement, he leaped forward, inserting himself between Su Feng and the female ghost. Almost at the same moment, the female ghost's claw-like fingers were already in front of Zei's face.

  In the flash of lightning, there was no time to think twice. Liang Ze only had time to subconsciously insert his left dagger between the female ghost's grasping fingers. Just as he was about to raise his right hand, he felt a sharp pain on his right side. When he looked down, the female ghost's right claw had already dug into his right arm. Although he was wearing precious armor, it couldn't protect his right arm, and several fingernails pierced deep into his flesh.

  Although this was heart-wrenching, Liang Ze's expression didn't change at all, as if the claw wasn't even on him. "This one really hurts, her dark energy is much heavier than I thought. It hurts more than being struck by lightning, but fortunately, I finally managed to stop her."

  In the blink of an eye, the sudden change left everyone stunned. But with the situation being urgent, Feng Hui only took a moment to react. Enduring the intense pain in his body, he rolled over to the side of Chun Jun Sword and grabbed it. As he shouted "Thief, catch the sword!", he threw the Chun Jun Sword towards Liang Ze.

  Liang Stealer heard the shout, and his mind moved. His left hand relaxed its grip on the already half-rolled dagger, and his body shrank back, jumping away from the female ghost's body, but his right arm suddenly had five or six wounds that exposed bone. Liang Stealer didn't even turn his head, listening to the wind sound, his left hand swept back, grasping the sword in his hand. And his right arm was gushing out fresh blood.

  Perhaps it was no longer afraid, or perhaps it was stimulated by the bloody wound of Liang Ze's injury, the female ghost let out a loud roar and rushed up again.

  Liang Ze's right arm was injured, so he could only hold the sword with his left hand. However, he remained calm and composed, steadily sending out a single sword strike. The sword's momentum was stable and waveless, perfectly natural, not at all like it was wielded by an unaccustomed left hand. By the time the sword reached her chest, the female ghost finally reacted to the terror of the Qing Jun sword. Wanting to dodge was already too late, she barely managed to sidestep and avoid it, but still got slashed across the shoulder. The sword tip entered her body by several inches, even cutting off a few bones, yet just like before, not a single drop of blood appeared.

  The female ghost let out a mournful cry, her voice piercing and chilling. A cold wind blew in waves, causing everyone to feel a chill run down their spines. It seemed that this sword had also made her somewhat apprehensive, no longer daring to charge forward as recklessly as before. As the female ghost retreated step by step, Liang Tou'er's mind was filled with doubts: "My previous iron dagger may not have been able to cut through iron like mud, but it was definitely not an ordinary object. It couldn't leave even a scratch on her Thousand Illusions True Body, so what kind of material is this sword made of? What makes it so extraordinary that it can easily injure her?"

  Taking advantage of the female ghost's retreat, Liang Stealer carefully tore open his right sleeve and looked at the wound. On his right arm were five deep fingernail marks that almost penetrated his entire arm, with the attached muscles nearly torn apart. Fresh blood gushed out like a spring. Around the entire wound, a faint blackness was spreading. Liang Stealer furrowed his brow. He switched the sword to his right hand, activated his left hand, and swiftly pressed several major acupoints on his shoulder, sealing off the blood vessels in his right arm. Only then did he switch the sword back to his left hand.

  Liang Ze raised an eyebrow, looking at the female ghost with a somewhat provocative gaze. He smiled and said: "Let me show you my skills for now. Since I mastered this Autumn Leaf Sword Technique, I have never shown it to anyone. Although you are no longer human, it is still a great honor. Even if you can't be reincarnated, it's enough."

  Liáng's long sword unfolded, and the entire atmosphere became solemn and heavy. With a slight movement of his foot, his body seemed to be blown away by the wind like fallen leaves, tumbling in mid-air without control, only able to move with the wind. At this moment, it was as if there was an invisible force driving his actions. Autumn winds sweep away fallen leaves, seemingly slow but actually containing the entire cycle of nature, where old leaves wither and new ones are born. From blooming to wilting, what may seem like a long time to those admiring flowers is but an instant for the flower itself. Human life on earth is but one autumn of grass and wood, this cycle of rise and fall being the fastest speed in nature.

  In the blink of an eye, Liang's figure was blurry and didn't seem fast at all, completely unlike his previous lightness and agility. But in reality, he had only used a brief moment. A moment that could mean life or death, a moment that could change one's fate, and with just that moment, he arrived right next to the female ghost.

  "Hush" like a wave, like a sea of bamboo, but in fact it was just the wind blowing over fallen leaves. A sword came out, its body flashing with a warm golden light, carrying an unstoppable momentum that went straight forward like the wind blowing over fallen leaves. Resist? Just like the beach trying to hold back the waves, the sky trying to prop up the setting sun, ultimately only a temporary illusion. "Plop... plop" two sounds of landing, those were the female ghost's two arms.

  His sword moves ceaselessly, like the wind that won't stop once it's started. The humming sound of his sword is like the tolling of a temple bell on a snowy mountain peak at dusk, a natural sound that seems to wash away all the world's frivolity. One sword, two swords, three swords, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three can give birth to all things. Even the strongest deathly silence cannot block the vitality of all things. The female ghost from before naturally turned into flying ash with a single mournful wail.

  The whole house seemed to have been swept by a strong wind, and all the gloomy and lifeless atmosphere was blown away. The moment when Liang Ze flew his sword to fight the female ghost also seemed to have become eternal, etched in the hearts of Su Feng and Bi He. The elegant young man, with his fluttering figure, what a beautiful picture.

  Perhaps it was the feeling of being reborn that was too beautiful, or perhaps it was the weight of death that had finally been lifted from her heart. Bi Han could no longer bear it and suddenly collapsed to the ground, sobbing softly. Whose memory would today's events be etched in for a lifetime?

  As the wind blew, he let out a sigh of relief, his mouth twisted in a comforting smile. He limped over to Bi Han's side and spoke softly, "Don't cry anymore, I know you're feeling terrible inside, but at least we're both still alive, and those things are already in the past. Tomorrow morning, we'll set off together for Murong's house."

  Bihuan heard the sound of the wind, and she wiped away her tears with force, making an effort to put on a smiling face. She forced a smile and said: "I wasn't crying, I'm just happy. You promised to accompany me to Zhejiang, don't try to get out of it." Mingming was still crying, but trying to hold back his tears and laugh at the same time. Feng looked at her and smiled foolishly.

  "What are you smiling at? Ah! Is my face blooming?" Bi Huan rubbed her face hard, but accidentally exposed the damaged shoulder, and couldn't help but laugh twice more. "Stop laughing, don't be allowed to laugh!"

  "Shh..." Liang Tou'er suddenly spoke up, making a silencing gesture. The atmosphere that had just warmed up suddenly turned cold again. "What's wrong? Is something off?" Su Feng looked at him with a serious expression, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little panicked. For some reason, the shadow of that female ghost from earlier appeared in his mind again. He asked in a low voice, "Isn't she already dead?"

  The reply was a moment of silence.