Chapter 13: Bridal Robe Divine Skill

Chapter 13: Bridal Robe Divine Skill

Hu Tiehua nodded happily as Li Chaofeng praised him.

But soon, he realized the truth—the Little Gourmet God had known from the start that the Jiang clan swordsman would try to kill him. That’s why he’d smeared the scent on his clothes.

So, Tiger’s Lair wasn’t a random choice. It was the battlefield Jiang Biehe had deliberately planned.

Indeed, the Jianghu Martial World thrives on deceit. Even a youth’s smile could hide daggers.

Sighing inwardly, Hu Tiehua turned to Jiang Biehe. No—his name should now be Jiang Qin.

The name “Jiang Qin” was unknown before Jiang Feng’s death, but infamous afterward.

Jiang Feng, the Jade Gentleman, had been betrayed by his own squire, his entire family slaughtered. Worse, the peerless swordsman Yan Nantian had been lured into the Vale of Villains by the same servant and murdered there.

Even Li Chaofeng, a chef in Annam who slaughtered chickens for a living, had heard the tale. How could Hu Tiehua—a wanderer steeped in Jianghu intrigues—not know it?

A disciple of the Iron Blood Great Banner Sect, Hu Tiehua had revered Yan Nantian. Hearing Jiang Qin’s name now unsettled him so deeply that his Lightness Skill faltered, snapping a dry branch underfoot.

Why had he stepped on a brittle twig? Because martial masters didn’t tiptoe like cats. True Lightness Skill let them glide where ordinary men couldn’t tread, not merely avoid cracks in the ground.

Hu Tiehua never imagined that in just a few years, Jiang Qin would not only change identities but also rise as a famed swordsman in Jiangnan. They’d even shared a banquet table.

When Li Chaofeng uttered “Jiang Qin,” Jiang Biehe stiffened. He’d thought his disguise flawless—his face altered, a short beard grown to mask his features. Even Yan Nantian himself might not recognize him. How could this stranger uncover his secret?

Recalling every interaction with Li Chaofeng, Jiang Biehe’s confusion deepened. Yet with his life in the youth’s hands, he asked calmly, “When did you first discover my identity?”

Li Chaofeng crossed his arms. “If I hadn’t known from the start, why would I volunteer to claim such a headache?”

Jiang Biehe froze, then laughed bitterly. “From the beginning… So that’s how it was.”

He’d distrusted every word Li Chaofeng spoke since their meeting. Now, the truth was clear. Who could trust a Traitorous Servant—one who betrayed the paragon of virtue, the Jade Gentleman Jiang Feng?

Jiang Biehe frowned. “But how did you recognize me? My face is unknown in Jianghu.”

Li Chaofeng smirked. “Haven’t you heard? If you don’t want the world to know, don’t do it at all.”

As Li evaded the question, Hu Tiehua chuckled. “Well said! Jiang Qin, your fate today is Causal Retribution!”

“Causal Retribution… Causal Retribution!” Jiang Qin laughed wildly, clutching his head. When he stopped, his eyes blazed. “If I believed in retribution, I’d never have betrayed my master. It’s just bad luck!”

He glared at the sky, panting. “Heaven cursed me with misfortune. I fought, but lost. That’s all.”

His breath ragged, his face flushed with defiant pride, Jiang Qin’s audacity silenced Hu Tiehua. Li Chaofeng merely frowned.

If heaven existed here, it was cruel—not to Jiang Qin, but to ordinary folk. Even as Jiang Feng’s servant, Jiang Qin had lived a thousand times better than most. Yet he’d chosen to outdo heaven itself in ruthlessness.

Li Chaofeng’s lip curled. Rising, he squatted before Jiang Qin, his smile sharp. “If heaven hates you so, tell me—was it fate that brought you here to kill me?”

Jiang Biehe fell silent. Hu Tiehua shook his head, ashamed of his earlier hesitation. A villain undone by his own treachery—what was his fleeting defiance but another trait of a Traitorous Servant?

As Jiang Qin’s arrogance crumbled, Li Chaofeng turned to the stinking Brawny Man. Jiang Biehe’s killer might be a Jianghu legend, but this man had shadowed him from the city gate undetected. His Lightness Skill was formidable.

“Who are you?” Li asked.

Before the Brawny Man could answer, Jiang Biehe spat blood and laughed. “I mastered Yan Nantian’s Bridal Robe Divine Skill.”

Hu Tiehua’s eyes widened. The Bridal Robe Divine Skill—eight words that marked it as a god-tier martial art. Once, it had belonged to the Great Banner Sect before vanishing into Jianghu.

The Brawny Man’s eyes flickered. Li Chaofeng warned, “Don’t mistake me. I don’t care what skills you possess.”

The truth was clear: if Li hadn’t known someone eavesdropped, exposing Jiang Qin might’ve seemed like greed for secrets. But he’d known the Brawny Man lurked outside from the start. His goal? To spread news of Jiang Qin’s death—without revealing the killer.

Let the world think Jiang Qin died by any hand but his. The Bridal Robe Divine Skill? Even if Jiang Qin wrote it down, Li Chaofeng wouldn’t dare practice it. Suicide had limits.

Hu Tiehua’s snapped branch had ruined his plan. Without it, Jiang Qin would’ve died of humiliation, the skill lost forever.

But now—Jiang Biehe sneered. “You may not care, but others will.”

The Brawny Man’s hunger for the skill was obvious. Jiang Biehe cackled. If the man wanted the Bridal Robe Divine Skill, he’d have to stop Li Chaofeng from pulling the blade from his skull.

The Brawny Man had followed him from the city gate unseen—his Lightness Skill surpassed Jiang Biehe’s. And Li Chaofeng? He knew nothing of such arts.

“Hahahahaha!”

(End of Chapter)

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