Chapter 58: The Room

Chapter 58: The Room

Su Mo’s lips twitched, momentarily at a loss for words.

Luo Zhen said Liu Suifeng was severely injured.

And these people who chose to come at this hour naturally had no simple intentions.

If this courtyard really was Liu Suifeng’s residence,

then this old monk’s visit in the dead of night must have an ulterior motive.

But it wouldn’t be fair to assume everyone harbors ill intent.

From the actions of Ling Hongxia, the Blood Duck Knife wielder, it seems she knew the old monk was here and deliberately lured Liu Qingkong over.

Either to divert trouble or to gather everyone’s strength to fight Liu Qingkong to the death.

Regardless, none of these people were easy to deal with.

Except for Wang Taiheng...

So, he died.

At this moment, Su Mo’s mood wasn’t great either.

He didn’t come here to watch a clash between the martial world and the Youquan Cult.

He came to deliver the escort.

Not seeing Liu Suifeng in this courtyard was definitely not good news for him.

In fact, the entire upheaval in Jade Willow Villa kept souring his mood.

He just wanted to deliver the escort, but without the recipient, how could he complete the task?

The situation involving the Youquan Cult and Liu Suifeng couldn’t be separated. If Liu Suifeng truly met with an accident, he might have to both deliver the escort and rescue him...

Thinking about it made him unhappy.

Doing so much work, even with the system’s rewards, Ji Shuhua’s hundred taels of silver seemed too cheap.

While contemplating whether to ask Ji Shuhua for more money, he heard the monk Jingkong speak coldly:

"Are you from the demonic path? I presume you’re not really Liu Qingkong. May I ask why this vast Jade Willow Villa has become a dead zone? Where did you take Liu Suifeng and the others in this villa?"

His eyes remained closed, hands clasped together, prayer beads hanging between them.

With a lowered gaze, his words were forceful, yet his tone was warm like a gentle breeze.

"Hmph..."

‘Liu Qingkong’ got up from the ground and sighed softly: "What a great monk. The Thien Fo Temple’s martial arts are already rare and unparalleled. Spending your whole life mastering them is challenging enough. Yet, you still crave more and come to Jade Willow Villa for the Sixteen Forms of Heavenly Rainbow Heart Sword."

"Since you asked where Liu Suifeng is now, why not tell you?"

He looked up at Monk Jingkong: "Or, shall I personally lead you to him?"

This was not a genuine offer to lead Jingkong to Liu Suifeng.

The monk’s brows were lowered, and he did not smile: "I fear... you don’t have the ability."

"The great monk should not be careless."

The door to the room opened, and Ling Hongxia stepped out, carrying two blood-colored short knives. She stretched lazily before speaking:

"People from the Youquan Cult possess sinister martial arts, hard to predict. Two younglings from the Heavenly Blade Sect have already died, and the other lost his sword. The Blood Transformation Skill is extremely troublesome. Don’t accidentally get turned into a dried corpse that won’t rot for a thousand years, not because of an unbreakable body, but for the ridicule of your disciples back at Thien Fo Temple."

She looked good, but her mouth was not nice.

Her words were lazy, but her eyes sparkled with sharpness.

The Heavenly Blade Sect disciple behind her felt embarrassed upon hearing this.

Looking at the broken half of his sword, his face darkened, showing he hadn’t mastered the sect’s inner skills.

The monk, however, showed no change in expression: "So you’re from the Youquan Cult. Your sect usually stays isolated, entangled with various factions in East City. Why come to this southwestern region?"

"The great monk talks too much."

‘Liu Qingkong’ smiled lightly: "I don’t have time to waste here. Tonight, the blood is thick. Most of our sect members are practicing by the blood pool. This old man was assigned to clean the courtyard. Regardless of your abilities, attack together. After dealing with you, I’ll handle the other pests for a peaceful night."

Without waiting for Jingkong or Ling Hongxia to make the first move, a blood glow erupted around him, leaving a bloody shadow in place while his true form vanished.

Ling Hongxia’s eyes flashed, and her dual knives pierced through the air, striking an inch away from the Heavenly Blade Sect disciple.

This sudden attack startled him, thinking Ling Hongxia planned to turn on him. Just as he was about to retreat, he saw a pair of claws approaching the blood-colored knives.

A metallic clang echoed as fingers met the blade, producing a sound of clashing metal.

"Blood Shadow Split Light!?"

Monk Jingkong snorted coldly and punched through the air.

Facing Ling Hongxia’s dual knives and the monk’s fist, ‘Liu Qingkong’ remained unfazed. A flash of blood energy shook his sleeves, deflecting Ling Hongxia’s knives and exchanging three moves with Jingkong’s fist, ultimately forcing the monk back with a claw.

"Vajra Arhat Fist? Nothing special!"

He stomped his foot and shot upward, abandoning Ling Hongxia and the Tian Dao Sect members, heading straight for the big monk Jingkong.

One of them wielded profound Buddhist internal arts, effortlessly employing various fist techniques.

The other, however, had rolling crimson true energy, his claw techniques ferocious, as if dancing like a mad demon.

In the blink of an eye, they were already engaged in battle.

Ling Hongxia and the Tian Dao Sect member couldn't intervene immediately, not because their martial arts couldn't get close.

But because they weren't familiar with each other's martial arts to the extent necessary.

Rashly joining in wouldn't create a united front against the enemy; instead, it could lead to mutual hindrance, causing chaos.

Not intervening didn't mean they weren't part of the fight. Both had their senses locked onto 'Liu Qingkong,' ready to strike at any sign of vulnerability with earth-shattering force.

Below, the few people were fighting fiercely, yet the rest of the large mansion remained eerily quiet.

Under the dark night, countless dangers seemed hidden.

Su Mo lightly touched his chin, then suddenly moved, circling down from the roof.

Luo Zhen was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and then followed Su Mo.

They bypassed the battling figures and entered the main house through a window at the back.

"Is this really Liu Suifeng's room?"

Su Mo's gaze swept around, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The room was simply furnished, but at that moment, it was covered in sword marks!

On the ground, ceiling, and walls...

Deep and fierce, the sword qi lingered, causing a stinging sensation just by looking at it!