Chapter 461: 少年侠气死江湖

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Zhao Ningshen, restored to his original form, stood blankly on Spring God Lake, truly lost and distraught. A crimson robe spun wildly around him, as if a glutton was about to devour a delicious dish. Xu Fengnian ignored the young Taoist, who had gone to great lengths to summon the First Heavenly Master. He stood atop a mystical tortoise, which, bearing the wordless stone tablet on its back, paddled towards the Spring God Lake Navy. The hundred-zhang golden body of Emperor Zhenwu turned with him, facing the Qingzhou Navy, now only a few miles away. As Xu Fengnian lifted his leg, Emperor Zhenwu mirrored his movement, raising his golden foot, poised to stomp down.

The naval warships formed an arc, encircling the southern bank of Spring God Lake. Prince Jing'an, Zhao Xun, aboard his Yellow Dragon Tower Ship, was directly in the path of the colossal golden manifestation, which threatened to crush him with a single stomp. Facing imminent disaster, most of the navy personnel had already prostrated themselves, resigned to their fate. However, the royal guards, tasked with protecting the prince, were far more decisive. Ignoring their inner terror, they leaped forward, attempting to shield the young prince from the immortal's stomp. For a moment, blades flashed and shadows danced as over twenty individuals drew their weapons and charged directly at Emperor Zhenwu. Yet, they were all instantly crushed back onto their ships by the irresistible force of the descending foot. Zhao Xun, his face pale, gripped the cold, delicate hand of the woman beside him and stared blankly at the sky.

Just as Zhao Xun believed his death was certain, a figure in a plain Taoist robe streaked across the sky. Lightly treading on the flags of the tower ships and warships, he collided squarely with the sole of Emperor Zhenwu's foot, seemingly shouldering a mountain. This force momentarily halted the descent. Xu Fengnian hesitated for a moment, but then slowly continued to stomp down. Emperor Zhenwu followed suit, pressing his foot further. The young Taoist's shoulder was a bloody mess, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, you must not rely on heavenly power to kill mortals. Heavenly principles are clear. Even if the Black Tortoise Dharma Body serves you for a moment, the Heavenly Court and its true self will also..."

Xu Fengnian remained expressionless and continued his descent. The young Taoist was forced down onto the Yellow Dragon Tower Ship, and the entire warship began to sink into the lake, leaving only Prince Jing'an Zhao Xun's deck above the water. After catching his breath, the Taoist knelt on one knee, desperately holding up Emperor Zhenwu's golden foot, and painstakingly conveyed a secret message to Xu Fengnian in fragments: "He Zhu, a wandering swordsman from Huaibei, is desperately trying to deliver an agreed-upon token to Your Highness. There must be no delay. He has ridden his horse to the gates of Kuaixue Mountain Villa and is on the verge of death. Yu Fu only knows it concerns a Miss Jia..."

Xu Fengnian frowned and withdrew his foot. Emperor Zhenwu's hundred-zhang golden body finally could no longer be maintained and slowly dissipated. The wordless tablet on the back of the mystical tortoise cracked inch by inch. Xu Fengnian looked back, his expression complex.

This contest, ostensibly a clash between Zhao Ningshen and Xu Fengnian, two young martial artists of the jianghu, saw one summon an ancient ancestor who founded the Dragon Tiger Mountain sect, while the other called upon Emperor Zhenwu's supreme Dharma Body. Both Dragon Tiger Mountain and Wudang Mountain could be said to have exerted their full power, and even a blind person could discern the victor. Originally, with Zhao Ningshen's cultivation and Dragon Tiger Mountain's heritage, their founding ancestor could "roam freely" in the mortal world for the duration of three incense sticks. In contrast, Emperor Zhenwu, summoned by Xu Fengnian, could last for no more than half an incense stick, and this opportunity was fleeting.

However, Xu Fengnian had no regrets. He had copied the ancient seal script from the tablet for his master, Li Yishan. While Xu Fengnian was in Beiliang, Li Yishan secluded himself for a full year to meticulously study and interpret it, deciphering most of it. Simultaneously, Li Yishan began setting up the Grand Zhou Tian Daoist Ritual across Wudang Mountain's eighty-one peaks. One of the strategies Li Yishan left was specifically for dealing with Dragon Tiger Mountain's future summoning of deities. Xu Fengnian's original intention was to one day lure the celestial being Zhao Huangchao to Spring God Lake for a battle, thereby eliminating both the celestial being and the celestial dragon. Zhao Ningshen's appearance was merely an accidental coincidence that forced Xu Fengnian to prematurely reveal his divine secret and his hidden trump card. Nonetheless, Xu Fengnian felt no great regret about this. The two Zhao families—Dragon Tiger Mountain and the Imperial Court in the capital—had long merged, sharing their destiny, honor, and disgrace. This time, it was simply "beating the dog to show the master."

Xu Fengnian glanced at the young Wudang sect master who knelt respectfully as Emperor Zhenwu's hundred-zhang golden body dissipated. He bore no ill will toward this young Taoist; obstructing his stomp on Spring God Lake was, in the long run, an act of good intention. Taking a deep breath, Xu Fengnian clutched his forehead. After an intense pain, he was momentarily disoriented, his mind blank as paper. He seemed to have forgotten something crucially important but simply couldn't recall it. Xu Fengnian shook his head. Li Yufu staggered to his feet, his lips moving as he conveyed a secret message: "He Zhu is gravely wounded; the sword qi within him has spread extensively. This humble Taoist can only sustain his life force for a short time; he won't live much longer. Your Highness must go quickly to meet him outside the villa..."

Xu Fengnian swept back to the villa and stood on the courtyard roof, looking down. He saw a rider, taking advantage of the villa's turmoil, gallop straight through the main gate. The young wandering swordsman seemed to be shouting something desperately, but at that moment, Kuaixue Mountain Villa was still unsettled by the fleeting presence of the hundred-zhang golden body, and no one paid attention to such an impolite, unknown minor figure.

The wandering swordsman, riding wildly like a headless fly, was covered in blood across his chest, his face pale and swaying. As his vision blurred and he was about to fall from his horse, he saw a figure flash from atop the wall, helping him dismount. He sank to the ground against the wall, blood steadily oozing from the fingers covering his mouth. The white-haired young master in front of him gently tapped several vital points with his finger, forcefully halting the vicious sword qi that was rampant within him, tearing apart his heart and lungs. The young master then asked in a deep voice, "I am Xu Fengnian. What do you need to deliver to me?"

The originally ugly wandering swordsman, whose face was naturally ghastly green, tremblingly pulled a hairpin from his breast and handed it to Xu Fengnian. In a hoarse voice, he said, "My name is He Zhu. I encountered a young devil who was wantonly killing people in the street and was gravely wounded. I was saved by a Miss Jia, who asked me to deliver this hairpin to Beiliang, saying that it would settle her debt with Young Master Xu..."

In a final burst of vitality before death, He Zhu, his spirit momentarily revived, managed an extremely strained smile and slowly spoke: "He Zhu was wounded by sword qi and hurried all the way to Beiliang. I heard that scholars from Shangyin Academy were also traveling to Beiliang, so I hoped to join them. But I regret my own lack of skill; I fainted midway. Fortunately, I was rescued by Taoist Master Li, the Wudang sect master, and only then learned that Young Master Xu was in Kuaixue Mountain Villa. Had I known earlier that you were His Royal Highness the Prince of Beiliang, I, He Zhu, would not have agreed to this matter back then. After all, the He family of Huaibei was eradicated by General Xu years ago. But since I promised Miss Jia, a man's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and I had no choice but to carry it out..."

Xu Fengnian tightly gripped the blood-stained hairpin and gently asked, "How is Miss Jia?"

The ugly wandering swordsman, whose appearance was initially repulsive, spoke with concern: "All I know is that Miss Jia has been fighting three highly skilled devils for a long time. One of them, whose sword qi is astonishing, has been killing people indiscriminately along the way and calls himself 'One Section Willow.' The other two also have Beiliang accents. Taoist Master Li of Wudang revealed that they are most likely first-rank masters from Beiliang. When Miss Jia gave me the hairpin, she was in Qinghu City, about two hundred li from here, in an alley called Plum Blossom Lane in the south of the city. She was heavily wounded, and I hope Young Master Xu can go rescue her quickly..."

Xu Fengnian nodded, gripped his hand, and slowly channeled vital energy into him to prolong his life. "I understand," he said.

He Zhu shook his head and said, "Young Master Xu, you don't need to concern yourself with He Zhu's life or death."

Li Yufu arrived gracefully. Xu Fengnian stood up and bowed deeply to He Zhu.

Li Yufu softly said, "Your Highness can proceed north with peace of mind. Yu Fu will see Brother He off on his final journey here."

Xu Fengnian gently pressed his hands downwards, and the ground trembled. His figure shot up from the ground like a long rainbow piercing the sky, soaring directly over Kuaixue Mountain Villa.

Li Yufu crouched before He Zhu, holding the wandering swordsman whose ghastly green face had turned deathly pale again. The worn-out horse, which had been with its master for many years, lightly clopped its hooves, came to He Zhu's side, lowered its head, nudged him, and then knelt, leaning against the wall, shielding its master from the wind and cold.

He Zhu asked with a smile, "Taoist Master Li, do you have any wine?"

Li Yufu, his shoulder stained with blood, found himself in a dilemma. He Zhu shook his head and suddenly chuckled, "Never mind, I don't have any money for wine anyway. They say one is so poor they rattle, but He Zhu doesn't even have a single coin jingling in his pocket right now. He Zhu was merely a low-ranking liquor tax collector in a small town; I never learned to read people well and just muddled through for a few years. The money I earned was only enough to take this discarded army horse. I originally wanted to roam the jianghu and see the world... How wonderful it would be if one could buy wine with poetry...

"A young hero's spirit, befriending the mighty of the five capitals.Courageous, hair standing on end.In conversation, life and death shared,A promise worth a thousand pieces of gold, a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold..."

The young wandering swordsman's murmurs gradually faded, and Li Yufu was reluctant to let go for a long time.

After an unknown period, only the whimper of the worn-out horse could be heard. Li Yufu stood up, carried He Zhu onto the horse's back, and slowly led the horse out of Kuaixue Mountain Villa.

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