Chapter 23: Li Shi Yue (First Update)

  Her long hair was disheveled and fell on her shoulders, covering Ye Chen's entire face. She looked at the endless stream of people around her and couldn't help but purse her lips. Ye Chen, who had not left the Ye Manor for three years, could hardly believe that Luoxia City had developed to such a prosperous state. The surrounding area was filled with the constant sound of hawkers calling out their wares.

  Wearing an ordinary black robe with a sword hanging from his back, Ye Chen's gaze constantly swept around him.

  "Kid, you really want to sell this sword?" Huo Qilin's voice slowly sounded in Ye Chen's ear. Ye Chen helplessly shrugged his shoulders, rubbed his forehead and bitterly said: "To win over the Ye family's support, we must have some substantial goods. Now, I'm afraid the only valuable things on me are these two swords!"

  The sword worn by a strong martial artist is naturally extraordinary, and Ye Chen was also deeply afraid of being discovered, which would bring unnecessary trouble. After careful consideration, Ye Chen decided to sell the two swords that had been easily obtained, fearing that someone might recognize them, so he deliberately disguised himself before jumping out of the Ye family.

  Ye's family, as one of the few prominent families in Luoxia City, relied on this very market. Ye Chen walked with his head down, weaving through the crowd, and directly made his way to the largest sword pavilion in the market, Li Family Pavilion. As one of the few sword pavilions in Luoxia City, it was usually bustling with people, but today it was deserted.

  Standing with his feet planted, gazing up at the majestic Li Family Pavilion, a faint smile involuntarily crept onto Ye Chen's lips. Back then, Li Tian had been the master of this Sword Pavilion, yet he met a tragic end at the hands of that young man from the Liu family. Ye Chen vaguely recalled finding several gold ingots and a key in Li Tian's bosom back then.

  "Li Shi Yue, I've taken a liking to the sword pavilion in your household. That's your good fortune! Even if that deadbeat father of yours were here, he wouldn't dare say anything!" A boisterous voice suddenly came from within the sword pavilion, causing passersby to tiptoe and peek, but upon seeing the figure inside, they all shook their heads and left.

  Immediately afterwards, a low and mournful cry echoed through the air, followed by the flickering of figures within the attic, as true energy involuntarily burst forth, stirring up the surrounding dust.

  Ye Chen furrowed his brow, planning to sidestep the issue. He wasn't one to interfere in others' business to begin with, and now he had too many things on his plate, making him even less willing to look for trouble.

  "Lu Liu, don't!" A mournful cry like a yellow oriole's blood-curdling wail rose up. The figure paused, Ye Chen suddenly lifted his head, and with a burst of speed, leapt into the pavilion, his gaze falling on a lone figure in the midst of the carnage. A snow-white long dress was stained red with blood, and corpses littered the ground.

  A pungent smell wafted over, and several burly men in loose robes surrounded the slender figure, while sword-wielding guards clashed with the men on all sides. As Ye Chen gazed at the figure, his eyes couldn't help but linger, memories of past scenes flooding his mind.

  "Hey, why are you covered in scars? Have you been bullied by bad people?"

  "This is my dad's wound medicine, I'll help you apply it! It might hurt a bit!"

  "You'd better take good care of your wound, or else you'll be bullied by those bad people again!"

  For three years, the bloodline had not awakened, and being bullied by legitimate children was also common. The most serious time was when Ye Tian's legitimate children dragged him out of the Ye Mansion and beat him up severely. At that time, heavy snow fell, and Ye Chen, who was seriously injured, fell helplessly into the deep snow. It was at that moment that a girl saved him.

  However, after that day, Ye Chen could no longer find any news of the girl. Although he had killed countless people, the girl still remembered his kindness in saving her life.

  The innocent face in memory disappeared, replaced by a haggard and delicate face.

  Despair and hatred filled the clear eyes, an old woman's body fell weakly into the girl's arms, the girl's figure also became shaky under the impact of the constantly flowing true energy, like a lonely boat in the ocean, as if it would fall at any moment.

  Yue Chen's gaze immediately shifted to the young man in the center of the crowd, who was surrounded by people like a moon among stars. His face was full of arrogance and he gazed at the girl with indifference.

  "Why, Mother, don't sleep yet, we still have to wait for Father to come back, Father will protect us!" The hoarse voice slowly floated out of the girl's mouth, unable to conceal the sadness and despair in her heart, as she gently rocked the old woman in her arms.

  However, what responded to the girl was the old woman's icy body and a surge of scorching ** at her neck.

  The surrounding cheers and the girl's crying formed a stark contrast, but the young man's expression didn't change in the slightest. He remained indifferent and said, "From now on, the Sword Pavilion belongs to the Luo Family Clan. Kill, kill without mercy, leave no one alive!"

  Life is no longer life in the eyes of young people, the two big men around him are cold and laughing, a palm shoots out, the rolling true energy surges out of the body like a tidal wave, the figure suddenly rushes towards the girl, the girl's body also surges with a burst of true energy, and immediately hugs the old woman's body and jumps back.

  The petite figure nimbly dodged the palm of two burly men, sweat dripping down her pale face and soaking through the girl's entire body.

  Constantly panting, with a hateful gaze fixed on the young man, he bellowed: "Luo Liu, even if I die, I will become a vengeful spirit and haunt you day and night! The wronged souls of my Li family will curse you for generations to come! You murderer, you beast!"

  The girl's voice was icy cold, and a hint of childishness in her tone revealed a chilling murderous intent.

  The young man called Luo Liu furrowed his brow, then coldly laughed and took a step forward. His body shot towards the girl like an arrow off the string, and he suddenly slapped out several palms in front of him.

  The guards who were fighting around all threw down their respective opponents and rushed towards Luo Liu crazily, cutting off his path.

  The guards were merely at the fifth level of Qi Refining, how could they withstand Luo Liu's fierce attack? The figures fell to the ground one by one, and with a wave of his sleeve, Luo Liu took care of several guards. After that, he walked forward slowly, and with each step, his aura grew stronger.

  "You little girl, you want to haunt me? I'll give you the chance!" Luo's mouth curled up in a cold smile, his right hand slowly rising, a cyan aura slowly emerging from his right hand, compressing the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound.

  "Don't!" The guards around them all roared in unison, their faces twisted and eyes red with rage, as they charged towards the young man.

  Lu Liang snorted in disdain, shaking his head. The burly men around him sneered, drawing their massive swords to block the guards. As they scanned the surroundings with angry faces, a hint of excitement flashed in the young man's eyes. Every time he killed someone, looking at those angry faces made him feel exceptionally thrilled.

  "If you make this move, I will definitely let you be torn to pieces!" A cold voice slowly rose from the pavilion, and then spread out lightly, like a thunderclap in the nine heavens, exploding beside everyone's ears. Everyone in the pavilion couldn't help but shiver!

  Lu Liu's face changed slightly, and in that voice, he actually felt a heartbeat-like feeling. The contemptuous tone of the words made Lu Liu involuntarily laugh coldly several times, slowly raising his right arm, but the next moment, his right arm fell again.

  The sound of breaking wind whistled by, immediately followed by Luo Liu's calm and collected voice: "Whoever I want to kill, no one can stop me!"

  A sharp and piercing sound suddenly echoed through the attic, immediately a black shadow rushed past several big men, shooting violently towards Luo Liu. The air was shocked where the black shadow passed, Luo Liu let out a cold hum, swung his sleeve, took a step back, transformed his palm into a fist, and charged towards the black shadow with a terrifying aura.

  A metallic collision sound rang out, Luo Liu's figure retreated several steps, the long sleeve on his right arm shattered and fell apart, blood dripping from his fingertips, his eyes revealing a shocked expression as he stared at the black shadow.

  The black shadow was also repelled and finally flew in mid-air for a while before heavily inserting itself into the hard ground.

  It was just an ordinary giant sword, with blood still dripping from its body.

  "You should die, you really deserve to die!" The cold voice floated over slowly, like a gust of cold wind on a winter's day, causing everyone to shiver.

  Different emotions in the eyes all at the same time towards the gate of the pavilion, a thin figure slowly emerged from there, and immediately a young man wearing a black robe suddenly appeared in everyone's line of sight. The icy gaze of the young man made everyone feel like they had entered an ice cellar, and they couldn't help but shiver again.