Upon hearing the mournful cry, Jiang Zhiweis body tensed up, his long sword quickened, and in two or three moves, he broke through the opponents defense, striking their temples and silencing the two black-clad mens dying wails before they could even let out half a sound.

  Startled by the wailing sound, Meng Qi didnt think and jumped off the stone wall, running to the other side of Jiang Zhiwei.

  It wasnt until then that Meng Qi had the time to wonder, why were the two black-clothed men who had been stalemated for a while earlier so easily resolved by Jiang Zhiwei? Had she been holding back her strength before?

  Yan Wujings death clearly stimulated Zhang Yuanshan, Qing Jing and Qi Xia, and they launched a more ferocious attack. In just over a dozen breaths, they swept away the black-clad men like a whirlwind, leaving only a few survivors.

  "Huh, Qi Xia walked to Yan Wujiangs side, gazed at him for a moment, and let out a long sigh: "Yan Xiangzhu has always been afraid of death. Because of his relationship with Fei Tian Ye Cha senior, weve only had him do some trivial tasks like watching over the casino. Who would have thought that this time, he was the first to die."

  Zhang Yuanshan squatted in front of Yan Wujiangs body, examined the wound, touched his nose tip, and confirmed that he was indeed dead. His face turned solemn as he said, "He really is dead..."

  Qing Jing, Jiang Zhiwei and Meng Qis expressions were equally heavy. The "Master of the Six Paths" had not deceived everyone. This was not a game, nor an illusion. If one died, it would be true death!

  "We cant delay any longer." Qing Jing said somewhat impatiently.

  Zhang Yuanshan waved his hand: "Haste makes waste, lets interrogate the captive again to confirm the news we got earlier. Moreover, with so many people chasing us, Im worried that the fortress master already knows were here. The subsequent enemies will be more and more numerous, stronger and stronger, so our plan needs to change accordingly."

  "Sorry to trouble you, Qī Xiǎojie," he said, turning his head towards Qi Xia.

  Qī Xià looked at the body of Yán Wú Jiāng again: "Flying Night Yaksha always protected his juniors, even if Yán Xiāngzhǔ had a bad relationship with him... Alas, I dont know what kind of trouble will arise again..."

  She said as she walked up to Hu Kou and once again used "Soul Searching Thirteen Hands" to interrogate him.

  "It seems that the previous intelligence on the layout of Yinhuang Fortress was correct." Zhang Yuanshan listened to the lively accounts, confirming the initial report. He furrowed his brow and said, "Why would the master of Yinhuang Fortress gather his top subordinates at the Central Great Hall at this time, close the doors, and not allow anyone to approach, leaving these black-clad men leaderless?"

  "This isnt a good omen, is it? At least before we rush to the Central Temple, we dont have to worry about reinforcements from powerful experts or the castle lord taking action personally." Qing Jing said nonchalantly.

  "But we will eventually go to the Central Great Hall. If we dont figure out the castle owners conspiracy, its very likely that well suffer a great loss."

  "The key is, are you clear about it now? Or do you have more time to investigate?" Qing Jing turned her head to look at the stone wall beside her.

  At this time, several people stood in the middle of the corridor, far away from the stone wall. Meng Qi, one of the two great burdens, saw that "Tong Le" had died tragically and couldnt help but feel a sense of sorrow and sympathy, so he didnt have the mood to speak for a while.

  Jiang Zhiwei gripped the long sword tightly, a drop of fresh blood slowly dripping from the tip: "Dont argue, act according to the original plan and speed up. No matter what conspiracy the castle owner has, well try to reach the central hall before he makes his move."

  "Its settled then." Zhang Yuanshan suddenly stood up and looked at Qing Jing and Qi Zheng, saying "Were leaving."

  As they spoke, the three of them lightly tapped their toes on the ground and walls, flying swiftly through the corridor, soon disappearing at the fork in the road, rising high and falling low.

  Qī Xià looked at Jiāng Zhǐ Wēi, then looked at Mèng Qí, and smiled: "Zhǐ Wēi, Im a bit older than you, so let me call you Little Sister Zhǐ Wēi. From now on, everything will be done according to your instructions."

  Jiang Zhiwei nodded without a smile: "Qi sister, lets set off too, beware of hidden mechanisms and dark weapons."

  As they marched forward, Meng Qi hastily bent down and picked up a fine steel long sword from beside a corpse.

  "Switch to a knife, its harder to learn the sword, but easier to use. For you, using a knife is at least twice as strong as using a sword." Jiang Zhiwei casually reminded him that in the popular view of the Washing Sword Pavilion, without several years of hard work, the decorative value of a long sword surpasses its actual combat value.

  Meng Qi thought for a moment, and it seemed that he had also heard of this saying before. He threw away his long sword and picked up a thick-backed long knife.

  Although his build would be advantageous for close combat with a short sword, its better to have a longer one as every inch counts. Besides, this body has considerable strength and swinging this long sword doesnt seem to be a problem.

  The two girls were affected by the scene of death and killing just now, and their emotions were quite low. They kept silent all the way. Meng Qi had already recovered, but he didnt dare to speak casually, so he could only follow Jiang Zhiwei with all his might, watching her sword fly up the poisonous arrow, watching her sword light kill many black-clothed men, and even being held by her collar to cross a section of corridor full of traps.

  "It should be arriving soon......" Qi Xia looked around and confirmed their current location.

  This sentence broke the long silence, Jiang Zhiwei looked at the stone gate in front of him and said: "Beware of poisonous gas."

  After Meng Qis "Hundred Days of Building the Foundation", his mind was clear and his memory was good. He clearly remembered that behind the stone gate painted with dragon claws, there was a narrow path. In this narrow path, if one stepped on the mechanism, highly toxic gas would be sprayed out. At the end of the narrow path was the secret room where "Cheng Yongcheng the Great Hero" was trapped.

  Qiu Xia pushed open the stone gate, her head bowed low, carefully observing the arrangement of the stone bricks.

  "Qie sisters family has a profound origin, and is also a master of the art of machinery." Jiang Zhiwei explained to Meng Qi.

  In fact, she didnt say it, but Meng Qi could guess because the mechanisms in several places before were all solved by Qi Xia.

  Qiu Xia smiled as he watched and said: "Sister Zhiwei is overpraising me, my martial arts are not as good as yours, so I can only compete in these unconventional ways."

  Jiang Zhiwei forced a smile and didnt respond to her, instead turning to look at Meng Qi with a slightly gloomy expression: "In the sect, Ive only learned how to deal with various sneak attacks and protect myself. As for protecting others, Im really not good at it. This is something I need to make clear first."

  She obviously thought of Yan Wujings death.

  Meng Qis heart turned cold, but on the surface he still pretended to be heroic: "No worries, if it werent for Miss Jiang, I wouldnt have been able to take a single step forward and would have long since followed in the footsteps of Yan Xiang."

  He intentionally mentioned Jiang Nang this time.

  "Jiang Shi Zhu." Jiang Zhiwei corrected patiently, a hint of a smile finally appearing on her face.

  Qī Xià suddenly smiled: "Zhǐ Wēi little sister, this path has a secret door, it should be able to lead directly to another secret room. From the map, that place might be where Dīng Cháng Shēng and Dīng Dà Jiàng are trapped."

  "Do you want to go your separate ways?" Jiang Zhi heard her implication clearly.

  Qī Xià nodded: "The masters within the fortress have all gone to the Central Grand Hall, and with this shortcut, Id like to try it out to increase my final chances of winning."

  Jiang Zhiwei pinched her own black hair that fell to her shoulders with her left hand, thinking that along the way, she had only encountered ordinary black-clothed men blocking her path, and hadnt seen any masters. She then instructed: "Be careful in everything."

  "Got it." Qi Xia gripped the Water Splitting Dagger tightly and said to Jiang Zhihe and Meng Qi, "Left three right four, following this sequence will prevent triggering the poisonous gas."

  She casually chopped off a large piece of stone debris and threw it over to try, and indeed there was no movement. Then she tiptoed, with a beautiful posture, and swept across the corridor, opening a stone gate in the middle of the corridor, disappearing into the darkness.

  "We should also go save Cheng Da Xia." Jiang Zhi Wei walked to Meng Qis side, about to grab his collar and take him over.

  Meng Qi didnt want to stay in one place, lest a few black-clad men would appear and kill him. However, he had an unresolved question in his mind, so he wasnt willing to follow Jiang Zhiwei alone.

  After some thought from their first meeting to now, Meng Qi decided to take a risk and ask: "Miss Jiang, I have a question that I dont know if I should be asking?"

  "Whats wrong?" Jiang Zhi looked at Meng Qi with a puzzled expression.

  "Meng Qi gritted his teeth: Jiang, the second time you encountered the black-clothed men, why did you engage in a prolonged battle with two of them? With your later display of strength, you should have been able to easily take care of them."

  This matter has been weighing on Meng Qis mind.

  "Ah?" Jiang Zhiwei let out a soft cry, her expression changing rapidly, extremely rich.

  Then she put on a serious face: "First of all, no laughing allowed."

  Its rare to see Jiang Zhiwei showing a girlish expression, Meng Qi felt that the tension in his heart had dissipated a lot, he swore an oath, indicating that he absolutely wouldnt laugh.

  She looked up at the stone wall above, a thin layer of red spreading across her pretty face: "That was my first time killing someone, seeing the enemys blood spurt out, their body weakening and falling to the ground afterwards, I felt a bit soft-handed..."

  Pfft, Meng Qi almost burst out laughing, it was actually such a simple reason, he had overthought it!

  Meng Qi couldnt help but smile wryly, and Jiang Zhi let out a soft hum: "Ive only practiced killing chickens to train my courage in taking lives, Ive never killed a living person."

  "Eh, Jiang, how many chickens have you killed?" Meng Qi casually changed the subject.

  Jiang Zhiwei thought for a moment: "Since Ive been learning swordsmanship, its already been two years. During this time, every day I kill two chickens, and occasionally there are pigs, cows, sheep and other living things."

  Meng Qis eyes flashed, and he said seriously: "Jiang Xiaojie, Ive already thought of a nickname for you after you become famous."

  "What?" Jiang Zhiwei asked with some curiosity.

  Meng Qi said solemnly: "Tujian Sword God."

  "Hmph! Jiang Zhiwei couldnt help but burst out laughing: "Oh my, I didnt expect you little monk to be such a sly one! And its Master Jiang Shi, mind your manners or the Buddha will punish you!"

  She smiled brightly, but soon calmed down, grabbed Meng Qis collar and took him running to the other side of the corridor. After their earlier laughter and conversation, the two peoples relationship had become much closer.

  Qī Xiàs agency was indeed good, all the way, calm and peaceful, Jiāng Zhǐ Wēi and Mèng Qí successfully arrived at Shímén.

  "This stone gate cant be opened from the inside..." Jiang Zhiwei studied it for a while, then gestured to Meng Qi to hide behind her, in case any hidden arrows flew out when the door opened.

  The stone door scraped against the ground with a heavy grinding sound and slowly opened backwards without any unexpected occurrence.

  "Which friend is going to save me?" a surprised male voice sounded.

  Jiang Zhiyu observed for a moment, confirmed that there was no ambush, and walked into the stone room. Meng Qi stood guard at the entrance for her.

  In the stone room, a middle-aged man wearing a plain blue robe looked surprised and said: "I am Cheng Yong, thank you for saving me, miss. Who are you affiliated with?"

  He was familiar with all the figures in the jianghu, but this beautiful and delicate young girl he had never seen before.

  "Cheng Da Xia, I and others come from a hidden sect. Our master received a secret invitation from Ma Da Xia, so we followed him to assist you in exorcising demons and protecting the Tao." Jiang Zhi Wei made up a random lie.

  Cheng Yong heard Ma Liangs name and nodded slightly, turning to Jiang Zhiwei: "I havent had the pleasure of learning your name yet, miss."

  "Junior Jiang Zhiwei." Jiang Zhiwei was from a prestigious family and would normally not lose his composure.

  Cheng Yong walked up to Jiang Zhiwei and smiled: "Heroes emerge in youth, alright, lets set off to rescue the others, huh, who is this?"

  "He is called Zhen Ding."

  At this time, Meng Qi saw that Cheng Yongs eyes suddenly covered a layer of green gas, and he had a bad premonition.

  At this moment, Jiang Zhiwei also sensed something and exerted force under her feet, her body retreating backwards.

  Cheng Yongs left hand was like a fish in water, agile and nimble, from bottom to top, quickly striking Jiang Zhiweis lower abdomen.

  "Duoxin Wan......" For some reason, this term suddenly popped up in Meng Qis mind.

  Jiang Zhiweis reaction was half a beat slower, and her retreat speed couldnt compare to Cheng Yongs left hand. In an instant, she was pressed against the small of her back.

  At this time, she could only use techniques such as abdominal contraction and true energy resistance to reduce harm.

  But Jiang Zhiweis face suddenly revealed a resolute and decisive expression, the long sword was thrust forward, and he didnt dodge, choosing to fight to the death!

  Plop, Jiang Zhiwei was struck and flew up, hitting the stone gate, spitting out blood on the ground, while Cheng Yongs chest was pierced by a long sword very deeply, with blood flowing out like water.

  Hehe, Cheng Yongxian tapped a few times on the chest acupoint to stop the bleeding initially, then seemed to become a wild beast, completely disregarding his own severe injuries, and struggled to pounce towards Jiang Zhimiao and Meng Qi.

  Jiang Zhiweis previous sword move made Cheng Yong involuntarily shrink back between life and death, greatly reducing his palm strength, unable to severely injure her again. However, the lower abdomen is a vital spot connected to the dantian, also linked to the lower body, she suddenly couldnt muster up any energy, both legs having lost all sensation.

  "Little monk." She shouted, hoping Meng Qi could overcome his fear and take action. Cheng Yong was stabbed in the left chest by himself, and his condition was absolutely bad. He might collapse at any moment, and he would die if he delayed for a few more breaths.

  Seeing Cheng Yong covered in blood, his eyes turned green, and he pounced on him like a fierce ghost.

  Meng Qi is in a daze, as if in a dream.

  At this time, Jiang Zhiweis call awakened him. Thinking of Yan Wujings death, thinking of the killings he had experienced, and thinking of the joy and harvest of practicing boxing in his daily life, Meng Qis courage rose, his body trembled, and he gritted his teeth, slashing out with a knife.

  At this time, it turns out that a knife is more useful than a sword!