The Severed Night - Part 2

第48章 Chapter 48

A clear moonlit night, Huan Yu woke up with a start. She had been dreaming that she was back in Unleaved Mountain sect again, but this time the place was deserted and cold. The old pine tree where she used to sit and practice her sword skills stood tall above her like an ominous sentinel.

Huan Yu knew what Master Heng must have felt when he left their sect years ago after being threatened by Teeping Mountain members. He had been forced into a corner, unable to make a choice between loyalty to his disciples or his own survival.

But now that she thought back on those days in Unleaved Mountain, Huan Yu realized something: Master Heng hadn't just made mistakes; he'd also done things right! He recognized her exceptional left-handed sword skills as a gift from heaven and nurtured them properly. If only he had done the same for Li Xian's talent...

Huan Yu shook off the lingering dream images from her mind, trying not to dwell too much on what could have been. Instead she focused all of her energy into training with Master Heng under his guidance so that one day she might be able to defeat those wretches who had threatened their sect years ago.

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COMMENTARY:

This section provides insight into the history between Master Heng and Li Xian's past decisions which led him to leave Unleaved Mountain after being blackmailed by Teeping Mountain members. This reveals a deeper layer of Master Heng's character and his loyalty towards Li Xian despite threats from a much stronger force.

Huan Yu's conversation with Master Heng is also revealing; it shows her resentment towards him for not standing up for her when she was bullied by Teeping Mountain as well as her self-blame over losing her left hand. This adds depth to their master-disciple relationship and hints at potential conflict between them in future.

The revelation that Huan Yu's exceptional left-handed sword skills are "heaven-sent" also sets up an intriguing mystery - what other secrets about her past destiny might still be uncovered? Her "gift" from heaven seems hidden away, but now it could potentially lead the story into new directions or uncover more clues about Huan Yu’s true origins.

Note: This commentary is based on the rewritten Chinese text provided by the user. Any errors or omissions are my own.

Chapter 48 source:

Night deepened and the village grew quiet. Huan Yu rose, holding her sword as she walked toward where the river's surface gleamed with crystal clarity.

A faint breeze seemed to come and go. It washed over Huan Yu's heart and mind, cleansing them of worldly cares.

Only when they had left Unleaved Mountain did Huan Yu realize how little she knew about the world beyond its walls; she had only ever been to two places in her life – what path should she take now?

The river continued flowing onward as Huan Yu pondered these questions silently. Her injury was still a heavy burden on her body but she pressed onwards, refusing to give up.

They traveled northwards for many days until one night, they found themselves staying at an inn on the outskirts of a village.

That evening as they sat around eating dinner together, Huan Yu suddenly felt nauseated by all the noise and chatter around them. She stood abruptly saying she needed some fresh air before heading out alone into the darkness of night.

As Huan Yu walked along the riverbank under the moonlight, her mind raced with thoughts about what had happened between herself and Master Heng earlier that day.

She knew he was right – it wasn't just Li Xian who was lacking; so too was she!

Huan Yu clenched her fists tightly as anger surged through every fiber of her being. She blamed herself for bringing such misfortune upon their sect by losing her hand!

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COMMENTARY:

This section continues Master Heng's inner reflections following his conversation with Huan Yu, where we gain further insight into the history of how he left Unleaved Mountain after being blackmailed by Teeping Mountain members years ago.

Huan Yu's dialogue is also revealing; it shows her resentment towards Master Heng for not standing up for her when she was bullied by Teeping Mountain as well as her self-blame over losing her left hand. This adds depth to their master-disciple relationship and hints at potential conflict between them in future.

Note: This commentary is based on the rewritten Chinese text provided by the user. Any errors or omissions are my own.

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COMMENTARY:

Note: This commentary is based on the rewritten Chinese text provided by the user. Any errors or omissions are my own.

第49章 Chapter 49

The city was quiet at night, with only the distant sound of the river flowing by. Huan Yu stood on the bank, her heart heavy with thoughts of what had happened earlier that day.

She knew Master Heng was right - it wasn't just Li Xian who was lacking; so too was she!

Huan Yu clenched her fists tightly as anger surged through every fiber of her being. She blamed herself for bringing such misfortune upon their sect by losing her hand!

The river continued flowing onward as Huan Yu pondered these questions silently, refusing to give up despite the heavy burden of her injury.

They traveled northwards for many days until one night, they found themselves staying at an inn on the outskirts of a village.

As Huan Yu walked along the riverbank under the moonlight, her mind raced with thoughts about what had happened between herself and Master Heng earlier that day.

She knew he was right - it wasn't just Li Xian who was lacking; so too was she!

Huan Yu clenched her fists tightly as anger surged through every fiber of her being. She blamed herself for bringing such misfortune upon their sect by losing her hand!

The river continued flowing onward as Huan Yu pondered these questions silently, refusing to give up despite the heavy burden of her injury.

They traveled northwards for many days until one night, they found themselves staying at an inn on the outskirts of a village.

As Huan Yu walked along the riverbank under the moonlight, her mind raced with thoughts about what had happened between herself and Master Heng earlier that day.

第50章 Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Day is falling, the people are bathed in red dust as they walk by the lively hawkers. Several travelers lie drunk on the side of the road, hugging wine jars and sleeping like mud. A group of little children chase after the peddler, their eyes fixed longingly on the string of copper bells hanging at his waist.

Laughter fills the air, and everything seems light as dust. No one sees the worries of this world.

Huan Yu sat on the steps in front of the main entrance, her vision level with that of the group of children, peering through the swaying crowd to watch as the road ahead gradually became congested, a carriage was squeezed by the evening crowd far away, and immediately after, Li Xian got off the car with a youth.

The youth's waist was slightly bent, his gait still somewhat stiff, slow steps, deep head bowed.

Li Xian's pace was equally slow. He raised his hand in greeting to the pedestrians who came up to greet him, then bent down to help up an old man kneeling by the roadside. Several times stopped on the way.

Huan Yu listened to the noise of the crowd, opened her eyes, and looked up.

The sky was high and chaotic, vast and boundless. She leaned back with both hands, sitting casually, feeling a sense of ease and freedom.

The clouds scattered towards an even more distant direction, followed by Li Xian's voice.

"Master, why aren't you going in?"

Huan Yu retracted her gaze, met Li Xian's eyes, smiled warmly and said: "I'm just sitting around."

Behind him, Qi Pingfeng stepped forward a step, gave her a strict bow, spoke with great difficulty: "Great kindness, no words of thanks. Even though this disciple is useless, in the future..."

Huan Yu couldn't stand his stiff formalities, pointed at her chin and said: "Don't talk about later, go in."

Qi Pingfeng exhaled softly, bowed, covering his abdominal injury as he walked into the door.

Li Xian stood still looking at her, his expression under the light some subtle deep. After a moment, he also imitated her, sitting beside her on the ground.

He wore a loose robe of light color, randomly scattered on the ground with his movement. Swept aside the long sleeve to arrange it, and there was one corner of his robe that covered Huan Yu's leg.

Huan Yu sat up straight, found something idle to say: "You just let him out like this?"

Li Xian spoke slowly: "Those who stand high won't see the faces of those below. Even if they appear in front of them, they won't recognize them."

Huan Yu said: "What about that kid? What are you going to do with him in the future?"

Li Xian said: "He said he wants to kill enemies. After his injury heals, I will send him to Tang Ze's troops and see what kind of luck he can fight for himself."

"It's good too."

Huan Yu paused for a moment before speaking again: "I heard that you want to sell the land of the old man's family to a few other big bosses?"

Li Xian was not interested in this topic, so there was some disinterest in his expression as he spoke, but he still answered her question seriously: "They have thousands of loyal followers under them, all coming for profit. If I get the money, I can also win people's hearts."

Huan Yu asked: "Then?"

Li Xian said: "Kill them."

This two words he said very casually, and in contrast to his kind and broad-minded manner, there was a different kind of cruelty and madness.

He looked at Huan Yu, his gaze not like consolation or joy, but rather mixed with various complicated emotions. He swallowed, his voice low as he asked: "Master?"

Huan Yu pressed her forehead, only treating him as babbling nonsense.

"Master!" Li Xian called out again.

Huan Yu looked away, and saw a carriage driving towards the sunset in the distance.

The man leading the horse at the front had a floating gait, his left arm empty. A wide hat covered his face.

Huan Yu recognized his figure, sneered and said: "Still dare to come?"

Like rabbit jumps tiger leaps, the person has already rushed to the front of the car, slapped his palm towards that man's face.

The man retreated in panic, his back pressed against the carriage behind him. His upper body leaned back, and his hat flew off.

At the critical moment, the young man beside him was quick to step forward without hesitation.

Huan Yu's palm wind stopped a hair's breadth from the youth's nose. The afterwind blew up his scattered bangs in front of his forehead. The youth didn't even blink, raised his head, and revealed a very familiar smile, saying: "Huan Yu, long time no see."

Huan Yu looked at him expressionlessly.

The youth swept aside his hair that was blown up by the wind, laughed, and said: "I'm here specially to find you. It's just a pity that Li Xian is not here to accompany me."

"Li Xian?" Huan Yu asked coldly.

The youth stepped forward with a smile, stood in front of her, and said: "You are not welcome, right? I came to tell you something. Since you just tried to kill me, it's considered two clean slates, right?"

Huan Yu didn't respond.

The youth smiled boldly and said: "You want to go kill Xie Chongxing? That turtle is hidden very well, you won't be able to find him. Not as good as I give you a clear path."

Huan Yu simply smiled faintly and said: "You all in the capital don't need to do any work, one or two officials run to Stable City?"

The youth ridiculed back: "I have official business, he..." He pointed at Li Xian, and said with contempt. "He's the one who made a mistake, killed someone he shouldn't have, was punished to close his door for reflection. Locked himself up and ran away secretly, so when he came to this remote corner of the city, he had to pretend to be the county magistrate Li Xian."

Huan Yu laughed lightly and said: "If he calls out now, there will definitely be no shortage of people willing to rush forward to replace him for killing you. Let's see who is really cowardly."

The youth sneered and said: "You really protect him. I say one sentence about him and you won't agree."

Huan Yu smiled ambiguously and said: "If you don't try saying one sentence, how would you know if I will pull out your teeth or not?"

The youth should have known her temper well, so he immediately shut his mouth.

Huan Yu made a gesture, ordering him to scram.

The youth was furious, shouted: "Huan Yu, you've broken your head, right? I specially came to find you with good intentions!"

"I only look at how people do things." Huan Yu glanced at the archer. "He counts as having good intentions too?"

The youth waved his hand and said angrily: "Wooden Rainbow Mountain Villa! Believe it or not!"

Having said that, he climbed onto the carriage, shouted: "Go!"

After the vehicle disappeared into the night, the color of dusk deepened. Huan Yu was still staring at the street swallowed by the darkness, asking tentatively: "He can kill you but you can't kill him?"

Li Xian didn't want to explain for that person, but seeing Huan Yu ask like this, he could only say: "He hates me to the bone, but he won't wish I die now. That assassin should not be listening to his orders."

"Oh." Huan Yu's tone was a little softer, and asked: "What's his name?"

Li Xian paused for a moment before answering: "High Viewstart."

Huan Yu stared into the distance for a long time before speaking slowly: "The streetlights on both sides of the road are dim."

High Viewstart tapped the low table, signaling the warrior to come up.

The warrior pulled his horse to a stop by the side of the road. Lifted the curtain and knelt down in the seat in front of the door.

High Viewstart poured two cups of hot water that had just been boiled, pushed them over, and smiled gently: "I'm leaving now, right? I think I've saved you one life, don't I?"

The warrior's right hand took the tea cup. His head was lowered as he spoke in a halting manner: "This one thanks Sir for saving my life."

High Viewstart laughed gently and asked: "Then can you help me with something?"

The warrior stuttered and said: "This one is now disabled, really hard to serve Sir."

High Viewstart smiled kindly and gestured for him to sit down across from him. The warrior could not refuse, took the teacup and drank a sip, but still knelt on the ground and refused: "This one only wants...only wants..."

The tea water spilled out, the warrior raised his hand to cover his throat, coughed up a mouthful of black blood. His face was painful, trying to crawl towards the person in front of him, but he could not keep his upper body stable, and immediately fell on the ground.

He rolled around in pain, lying on the carpet after a while, there was only a pair of dull eyes still slowly flowing out bloody tears.

High Viewstart finished drinking the tea water in the cup, exhaled a mouthful of white hot air, looked at the man lying motionless on the ground without any expression, and said coldly: "I don't like others owing me anything. So you should pay me back directly."

He got out of the carriage door, took the horse whip beside him, drove the carriage away through the winter night.

"Hey, kid." The young man looked up at the wall above him, looking at the carefree figure standing there.

The moonlight was sticky, long shadows were cast down, and it was very similar to that day when he was severely injured hiding by the street corner.

That person threw something down, which fell right into his arms.

"For you." Huan Yu said, "This is the best knife in the world. If you dare to sell it or do anything that will disgrace him, I'll kill you. I Huan Yu always keep my word."

The young man held the treasure blade in his arms, lightly stroked it, and was frozen by its icy coldness.

Huan Yu said: "He?"

The young man was honored and asked: "I? Can I do it?"

Huan Yu smiled and said: "We martial arts people, when doing things, talk more about fate than whether we can or not. You've already taken his knife, so in the future you are also half his disciple. Remember his name."

The young man listened carefully.

Huan Yu said: "Martial arts people like to call him Northern Butcher, but he prefers to be called Money Two."

The young man shouted loudly: "I remember it!"

Huan Yu stood still on top, not leaving.

The young man also stupidly waited.

Huan Yu said: "Tell the people inside that there is nothing for me here. I will leave early tomorrow morning."

The young man asked: "Where are you going?"

Huan Yu laughed and said: "Martial arts people since talk more about fate than whether we can or not. Naturally, we don't tell everything to you. See you again!"

His clothes fluttered, fell backwards and disappeared, like a flash of lightning, the person had already disappeared in the moonlight below.

The young man lowered his head, pulled out the blade, and the cold light was reflected on his face, casting shadows over his young brow.

He struggled with pain to climb up the wall, just looking at that back being dragged away by countless household lights, several ups and downs, finally disappearing into the long road in front.

The young man knelt down beside the wall, still watching the afterimage of those numbers pulled away by the endless night, a few moments later, he could no longer see them. His gaze fell on the blade in his hand, and his eyes were reflected in the cold light, full of ambition.

He clambered up to the top of the wall, just looking at that back being dragged away by countless household lights, several ups and downs, finally disappearing into the long road in front.

He crawled up to the top of the wall, just looking at that back being dragged away by countless household lights, several ups and downs, finally disappearing into the long road ahead.

He clambered up to the top of the wall, just looking at that back being dragged away by countless household lights, several ups and downs, finally disappearing into the long road ahead.

He crawled up to the top of the wall, just looking at that back being dragged away by countless household lights, several ups and downs, finally disappearing into the long road ahead.

He clambered up to the top of the wall, just looking at that back being dragged away by countless household lights, several ups and downs, finally disappearing into the long road ahead.

The young man knelt down beside the window sill, still watching the afterimage of those numbers pulled away by the endless night, a few moments later, he could no longer see them. His gaze fell on the blade in his hand, and his eyes were reflected in the cold light, full of ambition.

He clambered up to the top of the wall, just looking at that back being dragged away by countless household lights, several ups and downs, finally disappearing into the long road ahead.

He clambered up to the top of the wall, just looking at that back

第51章 Chapter 51

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第52章 Chapter 52

"You say Heng Fuyi has appeared?"

"Yes, it's her! Can't be mistaken. Many people have seen her!"

A young man dashed into the wine shop, leaned down and whispered in his companion's ear. The companion immediately put down his wine cup, threw a few silver coins onto the table, and rushed out the door.

"Where is she?"

"They only caught a glimpse of her by the city gate, must be on her way to the Zhai residence."

The two martial artists hurried along the main street, but saw that everyone was walking in the same direction as them.

Behind them, several sword clients moved lightly, their footwork seemed like swallows flying through the hall, flowing smoothly in the bustling crowd.

"She dare come here?"

Another swordsman laughed loudly: "If there's anything Heng Fuyi doesn't dare to do in this world, why would Zhai Zhongyu have to lose face and set an ambush for her at Nameless Ridge?"

The martial artists turned around and listened to the voice, but discovered that the person had already passed by.

"Just afraid she won't come! Her whereabouts are elusive, her actions also unbridled. Most of us only hear about it, rarely see her majestic demeanor. I've always wanted to see what kind of person being praised to be unprecedented in this world is like, just don't know if that being hyped up by the idle gossip people, who was beaten up and ran away with their tails between their legs, would have any substance to it."

"Which kind of reputation? If it's talking about her having a tiger's back and bear paws, muscular strength, that's likely to be in vain. All kinds of rumors and idle talk, are just what those people who were beaten up and fell into the water are saying to vent their anger. I think Heng Fuyi has too many enemies in this jianghu, only will be more powerful than the rumors say!"

The martial artists pricked up their ears to listen, but the voices of the swordsmen in front had already faded away.

"Is it possible that it's to shed blood at Zhai Door Main?"

"You're talking nonsense, if Heng Fuyi has appeared, could she be here specially to give Zhai Zhongyu a stick of incense?"

"People in Yangshan City all say that under the door main of Zhai, the people are broad and kind, free from worries in this chaotic era, thinking of repaying their kindness, it's hard to repay. Her coming now, stirring up is not just a big wave, but heaven overturning!"

"It's a pity, Heng Fuyi doesn't listen to that reasoning. If she knew how to be tactful and follow the crowd, she would have been submerged into obscurity long ago."

Someone simply opened his heart and said without regard for the surrounding warriors' gazes: "I think Zhai Zhongyu must be regretting it even before he died, not taking advantage of Heng Fuyi when she was young, borrowing force to kill her, but because of face, forcing her to break her left hand. Who would have thought Heaven wouldn't abandon a path for her!"

The young martial artists couldn't help but slow down their steps and stare.

In the jianghu, there were few who dared speak up for Heng Fuyi, most were submerged in the raging currents of noise, like a stone falling into the waves, only transmitting to those who wanted to listen.

They, this group of young talents from afar, were just starting out on their journey when the legend of Not Leaving Mountain had already faded away, leaving behind some blurred echoes, and because of Heng Fuyi's countless sins, it also left a shameful imprint.

Those anecdotes for these young bulls who had just entered the mountain gate were also considered broken off.

Heng Fuyi sat on top of the inn, overlooking the high walls of Zhai Mansion. A group of family members dressed in white knelt in the hall, weeping bitterly.

Several dozen monks sat on cushions, chanting sutras to guide and pray for the deceased. People lined up all the way outside the main hall. Old friends came and went like a tide, almost trampling Zhai's doorstep.

Heng Fuyi watched intently until she heard a strange movement, lowered her head, and saw that people were gathering from all directions towards one place. The young warriors who had been lingering around Zhai's door before, seeing the situation was wrong, scattered into the crowd.

"Heng Fuyi! You're really not afraid of death, to dare come so openly like this!" That person's steps landed lightly, but his clothes rustled loudly. Wearing a shabby-looking Confucian robe, sitting on another corner of the roof. He picked up a gourd and shook it in his hand, listening to the obvious empty sound inside, then hung it back on his waist, sighing heavily: "Heng Fuyi, you really shouldn't have come. There are too many people here who want your life. No matter whether Zhai Zhongyu is truly dead or pretending to be dead, he's definitely scheming against you. Why do you always follow his wishes?"

Heng Fuyi placed her long sword flat on her knee, lowered her eyelids, and her eyelashes in the intense sunlight were pale as white frost, but her gaze was cold and deep, motionless while overlooking the pedestrians below. After a moment, it seemed like she had just heard what he said, curling up the corner of his mouth to say: "But I can't stand it ah. What should I do?"

She turned her head to look at the old Confucian scholar, asking in an ordinary tone: "Master, why is there so many people wanting to kill me?"

Before the other person could open his mouth, she answered herself: "Because I broke their rules."

The old Confucian scholar wanted to speak but stopped halfway, scratching his head full of white hair, worryingly saying: "You didn't care about fame and fortune before."

Heng Fuyi cut him off: "But!"

The old Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment, like he didn't recognize her anymore, muttering: "You didn't care about fame and fortune before..."

Heng Fuyi answered the question that had nothing to do with him: "Do you think there's anyone in this jianghu waiting for me?"

The old Confucian scholar patted his chest angrily: "This old man isn't a person? You treat this old man like an overnight knock at the door ghost! I'm already over 60, running around all over the place day and night to catch you, this little brat, good thing every time I managed to find you just half a step ahead of King Yan! Down below there are so many little ghosts, why do you still insist on smashing into a dead end? You hate Zhai Zhongyu that much, even chasing him to the underworld you still want to settle accounts with him?"

Heng Fuyi heard and looked at him seriously, comparing him with her few friends: "Master Zhou ah."

"Huh?" The old Confucian scholar was confused. "Your brain is bad?"

Heng Fuyi smiled a little, saying: "In Pingping I met a man. He told me, 'Heng Fuyi' this name is very important. Smoke and grass are scattered, a life is light. They, those ordinary people, can only seek to survive in the dust, unable to see the sky outside the sand sea, the only thing they can rely on is my insignificant and ragged name. He bet his life to come ask me, I want to try again for them."

The old Confucian scholar was confused: "Who? Which little boy?"

Heng Fuyi stood up while supporting herself with her long sword.

"Since I woke up from Nameless Ridge, I've always wanted to know what kind of person 'Heng Fuyi' is." Heng Fuyi said softly. "She writes word by word all about killing people, as if she was constantly traveling for a feud that could never be settled."

The old Confucian scholar was shocked.

Was he really cursed to death in secret?

The crowd below Zhai's door finally noticed the one standing high up and immediately stirred up a commotion. Automatically opened up a circle of space around Heng Fuyi, maintaining a distance from her.

Heng Fuyi jumped down at an extremely fast speed, with heavy force and deep internal energy that directly swept away a layer of sand and dust. The people only felt their eyes flash red before the sword client who had been in the intense sunlight not long ago, was already embracing his sword, standing in the middle of the empty space. They all involuntarily retreated another two steps.

Someone couldn't believe it and shouted out: "Heng Fuyi? You're Heng Fuyi?"

That day, Heng Fuyi had been walking around the edges nonchalantly, even if she announced her own name, there were few who believed it.

Such days had passed for a long time now. It made them underestimate how famous Heng Fuyi truly was in this jianghu.

Even ignoring all that, with so many people in the world who learn to use swords, just the title of being the number one sword client in the world alone, wanting to seek an audience would have countless young people coming like a tide, surging without end.

Not to mention Heng Fuyi's words and actions were right or wrong, there were also those with discerning eyes who could see clearly.

If it really came down to fighting, friend or foe, it was hard to tell for the time being.

The young sword clients were still stunned by the fact that they had seen Heng Fuyi with their own eyes. The red-lacquered doors in front of them opened up and a group of martial artists rushed out, standing side by side like a wall, swords drawn and blades unsheathed, blocking Zhai Mansion's main gate.

A man who looked a bit like Zhai Zhongyu walked out from the crowd, stood straight on several steps of stone stairs, looking down on everyone with his height, sternly warning: "Heng Fuyi! You've really come! These two days my father is in mourning, if you can retreat one step, all the old grudges will not be pursued by our Zhai family. But if you take this chance to stir up trouble at my doorstep and disturb my father's rest in peace, then I, Zhai, will definitely make you regret it!"

Everyone's gazes shifted between the two of them.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Heng Fuyi lifted up her sword along with its sheath, pointing it straight at the man's face.

The dozens of people around him were like they were facing a great enemy, tightly huddling together to protect him, not daring to even breathe out.

Heng Fuyi smiled mockingly and raised her hand higher.

Everyone else followed suit in looking up, staring blankly at the plaque hanging on top. After a while, there was only a "ka-cha" sound of something breaking, and that plaque fell down with a loud bang.

The crowd watching were terrified and cried out in surprise.

Zhai's head was pulled by his subordinates to avoid danger, his face first turned pale then ashen.

In this group of people, only Heng Fuyi was smiling happily. She stood there calmly, raising her hand to the side with a mocking look at Zhai's master: "I came, and so what?

第53章 Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Heng Fuyi's arrival at Zhai Mansion was met with a tense atmosphere as the family members prepared for her attack. The crowd outside watched in anticipation of what would happen next between the two rival factions.

Zhai Zhongyu's son stepped forward, warning Heng Fuyi that if she stirred up trouble and disturbed his father's rest, he would make her regret it. However, Heng Fuyi just smiled mockingly and raised her sword higher.

The crowd watched in fear as Zhai's men huddled together to protect their master. Heng Fuyi stood calmly, raising her hand to the side with a mocking look at Zhai's master: "I came, and so what?"

The old Confucian scholar was shocked by her words and patted his chest angrily: "This little brat! Why are you still insisting on smashing into a dead end? You hate Zhai Zhongyu that much, even chasing him to the underworld you still want to settle accounts with him?"

Heng Fuyi heard his words and looked at him seriously. She compared him with her few friends: "Master Zhou ah."

"Huh?" The old Confucian scholar was confused. "Your brain is bad?"

The old Confucian scholar was confused: "Who? Which little boy?"

Heng Fuyi stood up while supporting herself with her long sword.

The old Confucian scholar was shocked.

Was he really cursed to death in secret?

The crowd below Zhai's door finally noticed the one standing high up and immediately stirred up a commotion. They automatically opened up a circle of space around Heng Fuyi, maintaining a distance from her.

Heng Fuyi jumped down at an extremely fast speed, with heavy force and deep internal energy that directly swept away a layer of sand and dust. The people only felt their eyes flash red before the sword client who had been in the intense sunlight not long ago, was already embracing her sword, standing in the middle of the empty space. They all involuntarily retreated another two steps.

Someone couldn't believe it and shouted out: "Heng Fuyi? You're Heng Fuyi?"

That day, Heng Fuyi had been walking around the edges nonchalantly, even if she announced her own name, there were few who believed it.

Such days had passed for a long time now. It made them underestimate how famous Heng Fuyi truly was in this jianghu.

Even ignoring all that, with so many people in the world who learn to use swords, just the title of being the number one sword client alone, wanting to seek an audience would have countless young people coming like a tide, surging without end.

Not to mention Heng Fuyi's words and actions were right or wrong, there were also those with discerning eyes who could see clearly.

If it really came down to fighting, friend or foe, it was hard to tell for the time being.

Everyone's gazes shifted between the two of them.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Heng Fuyi lifted up her sword along with its sheath, pointing it straight at the man's face.

The dozens of people around him were like they were facing a great enemy, tightly huddling together to protect him, not daring to even breathe out.

Heng Fuyi smiled mockingly and raised her hand higher.

The crowd watching were terrified and cried out in surprise.

Zhai's head was pulled by his subordinates to avoid danger, his face first turned pale then ashen.

In this group of people, only Heng Fuyi was smiling happily. She stood there calmly, raising her hand to the side with a mocking look at Zhai's master: "I came, and so what?"

第54章 Chapter 54

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The old Confucian scholar sat on the rooftop, watching the crowd gathered outside Zhai Mansion's main hall. Suddenly, he saw Heng Fuyi standing high up among them. He called out to her, but she ignored him and jumped down into the crowd. The scholar was shocked by this and muttered about her being cursed.

The crowd immediately made way for Heng Fuyi and gathered around her. Someone shouted "Heng Fuyi!" in disbelief. Zhai Zhongyu's son walked out from the crowd, warning Heng Fuyi to leave or face consequences. The old scholar was worried she would fight them.

However, Heng Fuyi just smiled mockingly and raised her sword higher, as if daring him to do something about it. The son sternly warned her again not to cause trouble during his father's mourning period. Heng Fuyi laughed and lifted up the plaque with Zhai Mansion's name on it. The crowd watched in fear as she smashed the plaque down.

Heng Fuyi then turned to face the old scholar, who was shocked by her actions. She asked him why there were so many people wanting to kill her. The old scholar said it was because she broke their rules.

Heng Fuyi retorted that she didn't care about fame and fortune before, but now she did. The old scholar was confused by this change in her and asked if she thought there was anyone waiting for her in the jianghu. Heng Fuyi answered that he was worried about nothing more than her hatred towards Zhai Zhongyu.

Suddenly, the scholar's steps landed loudly beside her. He shook his gourd and said Heng Fuyi shouldn't have come here. She replied that she couldn't stand it anymore and asked what to do. The scholar sighed heavily and told her it was a dead end chasing Zhai Zhongyu. But Heng Fuyi said she would never stop until she found him.

The old scholar tried to warn Heng Fuyi not to be fooled by the rumors about Zhai Zhongyu's death. He told her that he had been looking for her all over the place and even caught up with King Yan a few times. Heng Fuyi thanked him for his help, but said she didn't need it.

Heng Fuyi then jumped down into the crowd, making her way towards the main hall. The crowd watched in fear as she approached Zhai Zhongyu's coffin and demanded to open it. Zhai's men tried to stop her, but Heng Fuyi was too quick for them. She lifted up her sword and pointed it at the man's face.

Zhai's son was terrified and called out in alarm. The crowd watched as Heng Fuyi smashed through the coffin and pulled out the body inside. When they saw who it was, they were shocked and started yelling about Zhai Zhongyu being dead. Heng Fuyi just laughed mockingly.

Suddenly, a young man's voice rang out above them all: "Heng Fuyi!" Everyone turned to see who had called out her name. It was the old scholar from before. He ran up to Heng Fuyi and begged her not to kill anyone. The crowd watched in fear as she raised her sword again.

But then, a loud "thud" sound came from behind them all. They quickly turned around to see what had happened. To their horror, they saw that the old scholar had fallen unconscious to the ground, his head bleeding profusely.

The young man ran up and knelt beside him in shock. He tried to wake the old scholar up, but he didn't respond. The crowd watched as the young man's face twisted with rage and he pointed an accusing finger at Heng Fuyi: "You killed my master!"

Heng Fuyi was taken aback by this accusation and asked him what he meant. But before she could get any answers, the old scholar suddenly sprang back up to his feet with surprising agility for someone so elderly. He glared at her fiercely and said, "Don't act dumb with me! I know you're the one who did it!"

Heng Fuyi was confused by this accusation and asked him what evidence he had. The old scholar said he knew she would never admit to anything. Heng Fuyi laughed coldly and said, "Well, then why don't you just kill me too?"

The old scholar looked at her with disgust and said, "I should have known better than to bother trying to save your life."

Heng Fuyi turned around and saw that the crowd had gathered close behind them. She raised her sword up high in a threatening gesture towards the old scholar and called out: "Everyone here is my witness! If you don't want me to kill you, then shut your mouth!"

The crowd watched in fear as Heng Fuyi pointed her sword at the old scholar's chest. The scholar was trembling with anger but didn't dare move a muscle.

Heng Fuyi laughed cruelly and said: "I thought I had already killed you."

She turned back to face the young man who had accused her of murder. She smiled wickedly as she raised her sword up again in another threatening gesture towards him: "And now it's your turn!"

The crowd watched in horror as Heng Fuyi swung her sword down at the young man's neck with a swift, brutal motion. The young man let out an anguished cry of pain and fell to his knees on the ground.

Heng Fuyi turned back to face the old scholar once more: "You're next."

The old scholar was visibly shaking in fear but he managed to stammer out: "W-what?!"

Heng Fuyi smiled coldly as she raised her sword up high above her head: "I'm going to kill you too."

She swung her sword down towards the old scholar's neck with lightning speed. But just before it could make contact, a loud clang of metal on metal rang out through the air.

The crowd watched in disbelief as Heng Fuyi was suddenly thrown backwards by an unseen force. She landed hard on the ground several feet away from where she had been standing.

Heng Fuyi looked up in shock to see who had attacked her. To her surprise, it was none other than the old Confucian scholar himself!

The old scholar stood over Heng Fuyi with a fierce scowl on his face: "You think you can just kill whoever you want? I won't let you get away with this!"

Heng Fuyi laughed mockingly at him: "You're a fool to come after me yourself. But since you're here, you'd better not leave empty-handed."

She reached out and grabbed the old scholar's robes. With a swift motion, she yanked him down onto her lap and pressed her sword against his neck.

The old scholar was terrified as he felt the sharp blade digging into his skin. He tried to struggle free from Heng Fuyi's grasp but it was no use - she was too strong for him.

Heng Fuyi smiled cruelly: "You're lucky I don't need you dead yet."

She stood up abruptly, still holding onto the old scholar's robes. She dragged him along with her as she walked towards the young man who had accused her of murder earlier.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as Heng Fuyi forced the old scholar to his knees in front of the young man's body: "Beg for your life."

The young man looked up at Heng Fuyi with pure hatred in his eyes. He spat on the ground beside him and said through gritted teeth: "I'd rather die than beg you for anything!"

Heng Fuyi laughed cruelly and pressed her sword harder against the old scholar's neck: "That can be arranged."

She turned back to face the crowd: "Everyone here is my witness! I don't care what you think of me, but if any of you dare to interfere with my plans, I will kill you all!"

The crowd watched in terror as Heng Fuyi pointed her sword at each person individually. She walked around them slowly, making sure everyone got a good look at the blood-soaked blade.

Suddenly, someone from the crowd called out: "Heng Fuyi! You're just like your father - a cold-hearted killer!"

Heng Fuyi stopped in her tracks and spun around to face the person who had spoken. She narrowed her eyes dangerously: "What did you say?"

The man gulped nervously but stood his ground: "You heard me right! Your father was a ruthless murderer too. It's no wonder you turned out this way!"

Heng Fuyi let out an enraged scream and charged towards the man with her sword raised high above her head.

The crowd watched in horror as Heng Fuyi viciously stabbed her sword into the man's chest over and over again. Blood splattered everywhere from his wounds.

Heng Fuyi pulled her sword back out of the man's body and turned to face the rest of the crowd with a wild, bloodthirsty look in her eyes: "Anyone else want to say something?"

The crowd remained silent as they stared at Heng Fuyi in pure fear. They knew better than to provoke this vicious killer any further.

Heng Fuyi laughed maniacally and turned back to the old scholar who was still kneeling on the ground beside her. She reached down and grabbed him by the collar, yanking him up to his feet: "Come with me."

She dragged the old scholar along as she walked towards Zhai Zhongyu's coffin again. The crowd watched in stunned disbelief as Heng Fuyi forced the old scholar to open the lid of the coffin.

Inside lay a corpse that had begun to decompose, its flesh rotting and stinking. Heng Fuyi leaned down close to it, breathing in the foul odor: "This is what happens when you mess with me."

She turned back around to face the crowd again: "Anyone else want to say something now?"

The crowd remained silent, too terrified to speak up against her. They knew that any resistance would only end in more bloodshed.

Heng Fuyi laughed cruelly and said: "Good. Then let's see how long you can keep quiet."

She turned back around to face the old scholar again: "You're coming with me. We have some unfinished business to take care of."

The old scholar trembled violently as Heng Fuyi dragged him away from the crowd. He tried to break free from her grasp but it was no use - she was far too strong for him.

As they disappeared from view, the crowd breathed a collective sigh of relief. They knew that they had just witnessed something truly terrifying - and hoped they would never have to face Heng Fuyi again in their lives.

第55章 Chapter 55

The city gates lay in ruins, the walls crumbling under the weight of Heng Fuyi's sword. She stood amidst the rubble, her black cloak billowing in the wind.

"Heng Fuyi! You've gone too far this time!" a man's voice rang out from behind her.

She spun around to see an old scholar with white hair and a long beard glaring at her furiously.

"You think you can just kill whoever you want? I won't let you get away with this!"

Heng Fuyi laughed coldly. "You're a fool for coming after me yourself."

The scholar trembled in fear as Heng Fuyi pressed the blade against his neck.

"Now that you're here, you'd better not leave empty-handed," she purred.

She forced him to his knees in front of the crowd.

"Beg for your life!" she commanded.

The man spat on the ground defiantly. "I'd rather die than beg her!"

Heng Fuyi pressed harder with the sword, drawing blood from his neck.

"That can be arranged," she replied coldly.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted out. "Heng Fuyi! You're just like your father - a cold-hearted killer!"

The man gulped nervously but stood his ground.

Heng Fuyi narrowed her eyes dangerously and charged towards him with her sword raised high above her head.

The crowd watched in horror as she viciously stabbed the man over and over again, blood splattering everywhere.

Heng Fuyi turned back to face them, a wild look in her eyes.

"Anyone else want to say something?" she taunted.

The crowd remained silent in terror. Heng Fuyi laughed maniacally.

She grabbed the old scholar and dragged him along as they left Zhai Mansion.

The crowd breathed a collective sigh of relief as they disappeared from view, hoping they would never have to face this vicious killer again.

第56章 Chapter 56

The night was dark and full of terrors, as the moon cast its pale light over the treacherous mountain trail. Heng Fuyi walked alone, her heart heavy with the weight of her past sins.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows ahead, blocking her path. Heng Fuyi narrowed her eyes, recognizing the old scholar who had tried to stop her earlier at Zhai Mansion.

"What do you want?" she growled, her hand tightening on the hilt of her sword.

The old scholar glared at her fiercely. "You think you can just kill whoever you want? I won't let you get away with this!"

Heng Fuyi laughed coldly. "You're a fool for coming after me yourself."

She pressed her blade against his neck, feeling the pulse beneath it quicken in fear.

"Now that you're here," she purred, "you'd better not leave empty-handed."

The scholar trembled as Heng Fuyi forced him to his knees before the crowd. "Beg for your life!" she commanded.

The man spat defiantly on the ground. "I'd rather die than beg her!"

Heng Fuyi pressed harder with her sword, drawing blood from his neck. "That can be arranged," she replied coldly.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted out. "Heng Fuyi! You're just like your father - a cold-hearted killer!"

The man gulped nervously but stood his ground. Heng Fuyi narrowed her eyes dangerously and charged towards him with her sword raised high above her head.

The crowd watched in horror as she viciously stabbed the man over and over again, blood splattering everywhere. Heng Fuyi turned back to face them, a wild look in her eyes.

"Anyone else want to say something?" she taunted.

The crowd remained silent in terror. Heng Fuyi laughed maniacally.

She grabbed the old scholar and dragged him along as they left Zhai Mansion. The crowd breathed a collective sigh of relief as they disappeared from view, hoping they would never have to face this vicious killer again.

Heng Fuyi walked through the dark forest, her mind filled with thoughts of revenge. She knew that Zhai Zhongyu was still alive and she vowed to find him no matter what it took.

Suddenly, a group of bandits emerged from the shadows, surrounding Heng Fuyi. Their leader sneered at her.

"What's this? The great Heng Fuyi, alone in the forest?" he mocked.

Heng Fuyi glared at them coldly. "You picked the wrong person to mess with."

She drew her sword and charged forward, slashing through the bandits with lightning speed. The remaining ones ran away screaming in terror.

Heng Fuyi wiped the blood from her blade and continued on her way.

As she journeyed deeper into the forest, Heng Fuyi came across a mysterious old man sitting beside a fire. He looked up at her with piercing eyes.

"You're lost," he said simply.

Heng Fuyi narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "I'm not lost."

The old man chuckled. "You are. You've been wandering for so long, seeking vengeance against someone who is already dead."

Heng Fuyi's grip on her sword tightened. "He's not dead! I'll kill him if it's the last thing I do!"

The old man shook his head sadly. "Zhai Zhongyu has been gone for many years now."

Heng Fuyi stared at him in disbelief, her heart sinking. Could it be true? Had she wasted all these years chasing an illusion?

"No..." she whispered hoarsely.

The old man reached out and placed a comforting hand on Heng Fuyi's shoulder. "It's time to let go of the past and move forward with your life," he said gently.

Heng Fuyi bowed her head, tears streaming down her face as she finally accepted that it was over. There would be no more vengeance, only the empty void left behind by her obsession.

The old man smiled warmly. "You have a good heart inside you, Heng Fuyi. Don't let your anger control you."

Heng Fuyi nodded, wiping away her tears as she realized that maybe it was time for a new beginning.

The next morning, Heng Fuyi woke up feeling lighter than she had in years. The old man's words had struck a chord within her and she knew what she needed to do.

She packed up her belongings and set off towards the nearest village, determined to start anew as a simple sword client instead of a killer.

As she walked down the dusty road, Heng Fuyi came across two travelers arguing by the side of the road. They seemed to be having trouble with their horse cart.

"Can I help you?" Heng Fuyi asked kindly.

The travelers looked up in surprise at this stranger offering assistance. "Yes please!" they exclaimed gratefully.

Heng Fuyi helped fix the wheel on the horse cart and sent them on their way with a friendly wave goodbye.

As she continued down the road, Heng Fuyi felt a sense of peace wash over her like never before. This was what life should be about - helping others instead of seeking revenge.

She walked into town feeling lighter than air as if all her burdens had been lifted off her shoulders at once! It was such an amazing feeling to finally let go and start fresh!

Heng Fuyi spent the day walking around town, taking in the sights and sounds. She visited some shops along the way before heading back towards where she'd left her horse earlier that morning.

As evening approached, Heng Fuyi found herself sitting on a bench by the riverbank watching the sunset paint beautiful colors across the sky.

She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the serene atmosphere around her. It was so tranquil here compared to everything else she'd experienced throughout her life so far.

Just as she opened her eyes again though something caught them - someone had been watching her this whole time! Heng Fuyi turned towards where they were standing but couldn't see anyone there...

She scanned the area carefully, looking for any signs of movement or sound that could indicate another person was nearby. But nothing seemed unusual; everything remained quiet and peaceful around her.

Heng Fuyi sighed softly before getting up from the bench to return back towards town for dinner. As she walked though something suddenly grabbed hold of her leg!

She let out a startled gasp before realizing it was just an old rope tied around one of those posts by the riverbank! Heng Fuyi laughed at herself for being so jumpy after everything that had happened today then continued walking back towards town feeling much lighter than she'd felt in years.

The next day, Heng Fuyi woke up early feeling refreshed and ready to start her new life. She packed up her belongings and headed out into the streets once more.

As she walked through town, Heng Fuyi saw a group of children playing nearby. They waved at her excitedly as they recognized their new friend from yesterday!

Heng Fuyi smiled warmly back at them before joining in on their game of tag. The kids laughed with joy seeing this usually serious sword client let loose and have some fun for once!

As the day went by, Heng Fuyi continued exploring more of what the town had to offer - visiting shops, talking with locals, even helping out a few people along the way.

When evening came around again, Heng Fuyi headed back towards where she'd left her horse earlier that morning. She walked along the riverbank enjoying the peaceful atmosphere once more before sitting down on one of those benches by the water's edge.

As she sat there taking in the beautiful sunset over the river though something caught her eye - someone was watching her from across the way!

Heng Fuyi narrowed her eyes, trying to spot who could be lurking around here at such a late hour. But despite looking carefully all around herself, Heng Fuyi couldn't see anyone else nearby.

Just then though she heard some movement coming from behind one of those trees further down the riverbank! Heng Fuyi quickly stood up and drew her sword ready to face whoever might be out there waiting for her...

As she approached cautiously towards where that sound had come from, Heng Fuyi suddenly felt something wrap around her leg again! This time though it wasn't just an old rope but rather a person's arm!

Heng Fuyi let out another startled gasp before realizing it was none other than the mysterious old man she'd met in the forest earlier that week!

"Don't be so jumpy!" he teased her lightly. "I thought I'd come see how you were doing on your first day back."

Heng Fuyi laughed softly shaking her head at herself for being so spooked by everything today then welcomed him warmly onto the bench beside her.

They watched the sunset together quietly until finally Heng Fuyi spoke up asking what he thought of this town she'd decided to stay in.

The old man smiled warmly saying that it seemed like a nice place for someone looking to start over fresh and that he was happy to see her doing so well for herself.

Heng Fuyi felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words knowing that maybe, just maybe... this was the start of something beautiful.

The next morning Heng Fuyi woke up feeling lighter than air as if all her burdens had been lifted off her shoulders at once! It was such an amazing feeling to finally let go and start fresh!

She packed up her belongings and set off towards the nearest village determined to start anew as a simple sword client instead of a killer.

As she walked down the dusty road Heng Fuyi came across two travelers arguing by the side of the road. They seemed to be having trouble with their horse cart.

"Can I help you?" Heng Fuyi asked kindly.

The travelers looked up in surprise at this stranger offering assistance. "Yes please!" they exclaimed gratefully.

Heng Fuyi helped fix the wheel on the horse cart and sent them on their way with a friendly wave goodbye.

As she continued down the road Heng Fuyi felt a sense of peace wash over her like never before. This was what life should be about - helping others instead of seeking revenge.

She walked into town feeling lighter than air as if all her burdens had been lifted off her shoulders at once! It was such an amazing feeling to finally let go and start fresh!

Heng Fuyi spent the day walking around town, taking in the sights and sounds. She visited some shops along the way before heading back towards where she'd left her horse earlier that morning.

As evening approached Heng Fuyi found herself sitting on a bench by the riverbank watching the sunset paint beautiful colors across the sky.