Chapter 185: Slaughtering the Ghost Clan
Chapter 185: Slaughtering the Ghost Clan
"Warning from below the mountain, we have visitors!"
"Who is it?"
"Don't know. Two people, four horses, traveling from the west."
"Just two people? They're probably not enemies. Maybe they offended someone in the Central Plains and are seeking refuge in the mountains."
"Not sure. We haven't received any news from within the pass, but it's better to be cautious. Let Blade Ghost and Shadow Ghost greet them and teach them the rules of the mountain."
"Will do!"
Yan Nantian and Jiang Feng tied their horses below the mountain and swiftly flew upwards. Before they even reached the mountain fortress, they spotted two figures waiting at the fortress gate. One was robust, wielding a thick-backed purple gold blade, while the other was slender, his hands hidden within the long sleeves of his robe.
"Who goes there?" Blade Ghost, Qiao Mingfei, took a step forward and shouted sternly.
"Yan Nantian!"
Yan Nantian's voice thundered like heavenly thunder, not only shaking Qiao Mingfei's ears but also reverberating throughout the entire Nine Peaks Mountain fortress.
"Yan...Nantian...?"
"Is it really Yan Nantian!?"
"We have enemies attacking!"
"Surround him! Everyone, shoulder to shoulder!"
"There's another one?"
"Kill them both!"
Upon hearing the name Yan Nantian, Blade Ghost's heart and mind trembled. Instinctively, he swung the thick-backed purple gold blade in his hand, but before he could complete the swing, a flash of sword light appeared before his eyes. In the blink of an eye, all he could see was the distant, spiraling rising sun.
With a casual sword strike, Yan Nantian beheaded Blade Ghost.
In the next moment, Shadow Ghost retreated, flinging his sleeves to release a barrage of flying needles. However, Yan Nantian merely waved his sleeves, summoning a gust of wind that swept away the needles. His figure darted forward.
Shadow Ghost was terrified. Before he could even retreat into the mountain fortress, Yan Nantian was already within five paces of him. Before he could cry for help, Yan Nantian's sword struck again.
Following closely behind Yan Nantian, Jiang Feng witnessed the slender figure's head flying upwards, even higher than the head of the previous swordsman, probably due to the smaller and lighter head.
Motherfcker, am I here to help or to watch a show?
Alright, I came mainly to watch, but I also wanted to lend a hand. I didn't expect Yan Nantian to truly kill with a single sword strike every time.
In the next moment, Yan Nantian had already reached the fortress gate. As he saw the gate about to close, he slashed down with his longsword. With a loud crash, the twin wooden gates, crafted from solid wood, shattered and flew apart, eliciting a chorus of startled cries.
"Yan Nantian, we Ghosts of Yin Mountain have no grudge against you. Why have you come to attack us?"
"You raid within the pass, slaughtering without restraint. Yan has a deep-seated hatred for you, as deep as the ocean. How can you claim we have no grudge?" Yan Nantian roared, leaping forward to confront the speaker.
The man, clad in black and sporting a beard, held an axe in his hand—the very same axe that could silence a child's night cries. However, as he chopped diagonally downward with his axe, his head had already left his body, flying away before he could even get close to Yan Nantian's neck.
"Kid, who are you to Yan Nantian?"
Just as Jiang Feng entered the main gate, a sinister voice sounded behind him, accompanied by a chilling sword intent pressing against his back.
"If you want to ambush me, just do it. Why talk so much?" Jiang Feng sighed. "I was even planning to give you a chance."
"What?"
Before the man could finish speaking, he saw a sword glint in front of his companion's ribs. Before he could react, he felt a chill in his throat, and all his strength vanished.
"Fine Rain Ghost!"
"This guy's sword techniques are bizarre. Use the Dark Green Poison to welcome him!"
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh—"
Jiang Feng retreated and dodged, finding himself outside the main gate again. He used the half-destroyed gate to block the hidden weapons. As he watched Yan Nantian unleash carnage within the fortress, he shouted to the few terrified individuals who seemed ready to flee, "There are still people fighting for their lives inside the fortress. You're not thinking of running away, are you?
"Kill you, then kill Yan Nantian!"
As they spoke, several figures leapt forward, their weapons of choice—a pair of judge's pens, a chain spear, a curved sword, and a pair of tiger-head hooks—all aimed at Jiang Feng.
"Be careful, little brother!" Yan Nantian shouted, ready to lend a hand.
"Big brother, don't worry. I'll hold the door. Tonight, we'll wipe out all the Ghosts of Yin Mountain!" Jiang Feng laughed, his figure dancing nimbly among their weapons. With a flash of his longsword, he pierced the throat of one of his attackers.
In this world, without Duoqing Jianke Wuqing Jian's Duoqing, there was no true love destined for Da Huanxi. Without Guan Jinhong hanging over his head and no lingering feelings to worry about, Jiang Feng's heart naturally broadened as he traveled with the heroic Yan Nantian.
How could a plot of a solitary man and his sword sweeping through the Ghosts of Yin Mountain unfold in The Sentimental Swordsman and the Heartless Sword?
"Your martial arts skills pale in comparison to Yin Jiuyou's. You're not even as good as Yan Shuangfei and Gao Xingkong." Jiang Feng teased with a smile.
The remaining few exchanged glances. Half-man, half-ghost, Yin Jiuyou was one of the infamous Ten Villains, a name that struck fear throughout the land. It was only natural that they couldn't compare, but...
"Who are Yan Shuangfei and Gao Xingkong?"
"A renowned spear master and a judge's pen expert, respectively. Their martial arts skills are also quite remarkable, making them famous figures in the Central Plains' martial arts world back in the day." Jiang Feng explained earnestly.
"Never heard of them!"
The man holding the judge's pen narrowed his eyes, using one stroke to block Jiang Feng's longsword and another to aim for his chest. The chain spear swept towards Jiang Feng's legs, and the tiger-head hooks went for his throat and left hand.
"Too slow."
Jiang Feng said calmly, neither advancing nor retreating. With a simple side-step, he evaded their attacks, and with a slight adjustment of his longsword, he penetrated the defense of the tiger-head hooks, aiming for the throat before retreating.
The remaining two were startled, but before they could decide whether to advance or retreat, the desperate cries from within the mountain stronghold had ceased.
As they turned their heads in shock, their faces pale with fear, they saw the last person in the stronghold fall three zhang away from them. Standing before the fallen man was an eight-chi-tall man, his longsword still gleaming, devoid of any bloodstains.
"Yan... Yan Nantian..." One of them stammered, his teeth chattering.
The other looked at Yan Nantian, then at Jiang Feng blocking the door, his heart shattering into pieces. Madness flashed in his eyes as he raised the judge's pen and charged towards the door, abandoning all technique.
...
As the sun rose, bathing Jiufeng Mountain in golden light, the Ghosts of Yin Mountain had all been vanquished!
"Refreshing!"
Yan Nantian faced the sun and let out a hearty laugh.
Standing beside Yan Nantian, Jiang Feng saw the shadows of several people in him, and he smiled indifferently, "You avenged Zhang Sanniang. In my opinion, she probably loves you even more now and might even offer herself to you."
Yan Nantian's laughter abruptly stopped.
(End of Chapter)
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