Qin Shi Ambitious

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"I don't know when that young steward will arrive, so I need to get myself cleaned up in the next few days."

He muttered to himself as he left the mountain stronghold, Zhuang Jia, or what could be called the new Hao Cao, and ran towards the mountain stream.

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"Humph!"

The sheer force of the Juque sword, even from the airflow generated by its swing, is enough to cleave wood and split stone. Using it to deal with four foolish thieves who pounced on it would be far too easy.

It took them ages to find us after we were deep in the mountains. Those thieves are so slow!

By leaving one prisoner alive and forcing him to lead the way, Chen Sheng successfully located the bandit camp at Zhuangshan.

At this moment, Zhuang Jia had only been gone for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Several hours later, when he returned, he was stunned to find that his hideout had been almost completely razed to the ground.

From the tall watchtowers to the low houses, everything was reduced to ruins.

In the center of the ruins, a burly, unfamiliar man remained in a meditative posture, a vast, massive sword embedded beside him...

After instinctively hiding in the tree trunk, Zhuang Jia was burning with rage. Although he was cruel, he was also very cowardly at heart.

Faced with such a destructive enemy, Zhuang Jia dared not jump out to seek revenge. He could only grit his teeth and desperately try to remember the strong man's face and the distinctive sword.

Bastard bastard bastard!

The sun sets, the moon sets, the sun rises...

Zhuang Jia remained envious all night without making a sound.

Chen Sheng sat in the middle of the ruins and waited for a long time. It was already broad daylight, but the enemy leader had not returned. It seemed that he was afraid of him and dared not show up!

He snorted coldly, scanned the nearby woods, and found nothing unusual, but he was certain that the guy named Zhuang Jia was nearby.

"You're terrified of me, very well!"

Standing up, Chen Sheng drew his sword, Juque, and carried it on his shoulder, his voice booming: "This is just a lesson for you."

"Farmers are not people you can bully!"

He picked up his heavy steps again and walked out of the ruins. Just before heading down the mountain, he suddenly turned his head, his cold eyes sending chills down one's spine: "I'm usually very patient, but this time, I'll let you go!"

They've finally left...

Not feeling at ease, he waited for another half hour. Just as Zhuang Jia was about to emerge from his hiding place with a dark expression, a chill suddenly ran down his spine from behind.

Almost instinctively, he turned around, clapped his hands together, and caught the tip of a sword.

With a flick of his wrist, the newcomer forced Zhuang Jia to release his grip on the sword and leap backward.

He quickly and somewhat disheveled retreated to the ruins of the former camp. Looking up, he saw a young man with sword-like eyebrows sheathing his sword behind his back, smiling at him.

"Lu Wei?"

He subconsciously called out the other party's name, and Zhuang Jia also drew his newly acquired Hao Cao sword, extremely vigilant.

He was worried that the burly man might return, since both of them were farmers.

"You actually know me?" Lu Wei raised an eyebrow, holding his sword horizontally in front of him. "And this sword of yours certainly holds a great secret."

"Perhaps to make you behave, you could answer a few questions for me?"

Lu Wei launched his Butterfly Sword Technique and pressed forward again.

Zhuang Jia observed Chen Sheng all night, and Lu Wei observed Zhuang Jia all night!

The opponent's footsteps are light and unsteady, clearly indicating they haven't practiced any light-footed skills. I can attack or retreat at will, so why should I be timid and hesitant?

He killed this person himself!

Chapter 53 Jade Soul

Zhuang Jia's swordsmanship was poor; his haphazard sword strokes and slashes were completely outmatched by the skillful use of the Butterfly Sword Technique.

In this world where swords reign supreme, he is unqualified.

However, Zhuang Jia has two advantages: first, he is very strong, and second, the black longsword he wields is extraordinary.

Famous swords are always special; they possess unique external characteristics and inner sword energy, and Hao Cao is precisely such a famous sword.

As one of the five swords forged by Ou Yezi for King Goujian of Yue, Hao Cao was not as well-known as its four "compatriots".

The four companions were: Yu Chang, Chun Jun, Ju Que, and Zhan Lu.

The reason for this is that Goujian once entrusted the Hao Cao sword to the famous sword appraiser Xue Zhu for evaluation. Xue Zhu believed that it was "an illegal object, of no benefit to the living, and not a famous sword."

Therefore, this sword was later buried in the tomb of Helü's daughter and has never been seen in the world since.

Lu Wei didn't recognize the sword as Hao Cao, but its jet-black blade and aura were too conspicuous, unlike anything an ordinary sword could possess.

Although his own fine iron sword could be considered a superior weapon, it was far inferior to a 'famous sword'.

Each time the two swords clashed, Lu Wei had to circulate his internal energy to protect the fine iron sword from breaking.

Despite this, Lu Wei still held the upper hand. His sword energy could not only break through the entanglement of the dark sword energy, but also slash Zhuang Jia's arm, side abdomen, and chest in several instants.

This merchant's strength is not as great as Lü Qing said, so there must be something fishy going on!

It should be noted that neither the Lü family father and son, nor the two peasant disciples he had interrogated, mentioned that this man possessed a special longsword.

In their descriptions, Zhuang Jia's strengths were...

Lu Wei composed himself, but outwardly appeared relaxed, casually teasing, "Do you really enjoy playing chess?"

"You want to have chess and card games tattooed on your face?"

Clang! It was clear that the black aura on the opponent's sword was becoming increasingly dense.

Zhuang Jia's eyes rapidly turned bloodshot as he stared intently at Lu Wei's handsome face, his body trembling with restlessness: he should have looked like that too!

He kept silent, the veins on his hands bulged, gradually turning red, and his hand movements suddenly increased in frequency.

Lu Wei watched in amazement as his opponent's body changed, and his Butterfly Sword Technique transformed into Maple Forest Sword Qi, leading to an unwise head-on clash with his opponent.

"You're really bothered by your ugly face?"

Distracted from speaking, Lu Wei suddenly unleashed a chilling palm strike with his left hand, forcing Zhuang Jia to pause. Maple Forest Sword Qi seized the opportunity to slash diagonally downwards!

With a slash, the sword was originally aimed at the opponent's neck, but Zhuang Jia dodged in time by tilting his head and using his Hao Cao sword to block the advancing trend of the fine iron sword. As a result, the sword energy only cut a little bit of the skin on his chin.

"Oh dear, the 'chessboard' is asymmetrical. Let me play one on the other side for you too~"

Maintaining the defensive stance, Lu Wei continued to probe the enemy's fragile psychological limits with his outrageous remarks.

"You will die!"

Only then did Zhuang Jia utter these three words from the depths of his throat, his whole body trembling. He was no longer prepared to complete the Luo Wang mission: this young man before him had to be made to feel the absolute cruelty of suffering!

Black energy crawled all over the Hao Cao sword in his hand. He let out a low roar, released the fine iron sword in a life-for-life exchange, bent his arm at an extremely strange angle, and thrust the sword straight at Lu Wei's heart.

Exchanging one's life would never be Lu Wei's first choice. He tiptoed and flipped over to avoid the stab.

Seeing the enemy escape using his lightness skill, Zhuang Jia did not hesitate at all. He forcefully threw out the Hao Cao sword in his hand, and his body followed closely behind.

Lu Wei, who had flipped over in mid-air, saw the pitch-black sword shooting towards him, and behind the blackness, there was a blood-red figure filled with intense killing intent...

With a whoosh, Lu Wei sheathed his sword behind him, maintaining a smile as the black sword pierced through his body. Zhuang Jia, who had caught up from behind, had somehow donned iron claws and tore 'Lu Wei' in two.

The boy's body transformed into snowflakes and exploded in mid-air. With a series of whooshes, Zhuang Jia, completely stunned, was struck by the snowflakes that swept past him at close range. Almost instantly, his skin split open, turning him into a blood-soaked mess...

The edges of the 'petals' of the millions of snowflakes formed in the second layer of "Flying Snow" are all composed of extremely cold ice crystals, making them incredibly sharp!

Lu Wei's figure flashed onto the ground below, looking at the red and white masterpiece in the air with great satisfaction. The Maple Forest Sword Qi on the fine iron sword rose three inches higher, and with a light leap, he jumped up and slashed at the blood-man Zhuang Jia's calf.

The snowflakes are not powerful enough to kill enemies at this stage; you need to finish them off quickly!

After being ambushed by the 'Flying Snow Blast,' Zhuang Jia's trembling subsided. As Lu Wei closed in again, intending to break his legs, he lowered his head, adjusting his falling posture, his right hand pointing downwards...

With a hiss, the fine iron sword pierced straight into Zhuang Jia's right palm, penetrating it quite a bit.

Because of this action, the two were extremely close, and Lu Wei's nose was immediately filled with the rusty, bloody smell emanating from the other person.

Face to face, Lu Wei noticed that Zhuang Jia's eyelids were tightly closed, and two long streaks of bloody tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes...

Based on the effect of the 'Snow Blast' just now, it's not hard to conclude that the opponent was blinded by the 'snowflakes'.

"You are dead."

Zhuang Jia uttered each word slowly and deliberately, his voice filled with extreme resentment. His right hand, pierced by the sword, suddenly exerted tremendous force, his five fingers clamping together to grip the fine iron sword, then snapped it with a powerful twist—

bang.

The sword broke.

"Not good!" Lu Wei exclaimed in alarm, sounding quite flustered. He slammed the hilt of his remaining sword at Zhuang Jia, hastily trying to escape the enemy's attack range.

But in mid-air, it's not so easy to find leverage.

After confirming that he had broken Lu Wei's weapon with the help of his muscles, bones and iron claws, Zhuang Jia's mouth turned up into a wide grin. His ugly face caught the sword hilt that Lu Wei threw at him without flinching. Relying on his instincts, he fiercely gripped Lu Wei's throat with his iron claws!

Yes, that's the feeling.

This feeling of crushing an enemy's neck and pulling out their trachea!

*Pfft...* Just as Zhuang Jia was about to burst into laughter, a ray of white light appeared out of thin air.

It slashed past Zhuang Jia's iron claws and continued toward his head.

Without a doubt, four fingers encased in iron claws, a head, and a blood-red corpse fell to the ground.

Lu Wei landed lightly a short distance away, his expression showing none of the panic he had displayed during his shouts; he appeared extremely relaxed and elegant.

In his hand, a pure white jade sword with a narrow blade and thin, delicate edges stood upright in front of his right eye.

Just now, it was this very sword that delivered the fatal blow to Zhuang Jia, turning the tide of the battle once again.

The left index finger tapped the blade, and a clear, ringing sound, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, echoed in the air.

Even at the moment of his death, Zhuang Jia did not understand how Lu Wei could conjure another sword out of thin air.

It's still a sword that can cut through iron like mud.

Jade Soul, red quality.

Approaching the mangled body, Lu Wei looked down at Zhuang Jia's bewildered expression upon death: