Chapter 62: Sword Slays Two Villains! Poison Arts!
Fang Han gazed silently at her face, caught between unwillingness and relief. Shaking his head, he flicked his sword, scattering the blood, though scarlet still stained the blade.
It was no divine weapon, only a common sword—it could not remain unsullied.
Seeing Cheng Lingsu’s faintly sorrowful expression, Fang Han sighed softly. Knowing her heart was kind, he said:
“Lingsu, she was not worth pity. Do you know who she was?”
Cheng Lingsu shook her head. Yes, her heart stirred with compassion, but she also knew her husband was no bloodthirsty killer. If he acted so decisively, he had his reasons. Moreover, the woman had come with ill intent.
Fang Han continued:
“She was one of the 【Four Great Evils】, infamous as 【Wicked Beyond Measure】. The deeds she committed—cutting her into a thousand pieces would be lenient.”
Casting one last look at the corpse, Fang Han’s eyes filled with loathing.
In his first life simulation, he had indirectly encountered Ye Erniang. Not directly, else the simulation would have ended then and there.
He remembered fleeing Mt. Wuliang of Dali, stumbling into a pit filled with infants’ corpses. The stench, the maggots—an image that scarred him deeply as a newcomer to the Jianghu.
Later, he learned those dead children, tossed like trash, were Ye Erniang’s handiwork.
And that was but a “small pastime” during her trip to Dali Wuliang. Her other crimes… innumerable.
Among the Four Great Evils, in sheer cruelty, Ye Erniang stood first.
In the original tale, it was said she daily abducted newborns or toddlers. After playing with them, she killed them when bored. Over the decades, how many had she slain?
No one knew. Not even Ye Erniang herself could say.
That battle had shown him his own shortcomings—
He lacked strong external martial techniques, yes, but more importantly, his qīnggōng.
Lingbo Weibu was wondrous, but he had not yet mastered it, not internalized it completely.
In short: he had not trained enough.
Yun Zhonghe’s qīnggōng was nowhere near the marvel of Lingbo Weibu, yet through sheer practice, he had raised it to great heights.
Thus his evasive ability had exceeded Fang Han’s.
Had Yun Zhonghe not lost initiative early on, Fang Han would not have slain him so easily.
If he had chosen only to flee, Fang Han might not have caught him in time.
Comparing, Fang Han judged Yun Zhonghe stronger than Zuo Zimu in both inner force and external techniques—and in qīnggōng
, far beyond.Light as drifting smoke, soaring like a great bird!
No wonder he could roam freely, committing evil, yet remain at large.
As for Ye Erniang—though he never truly fought her, draining her force proved she possessed deeper reserves than Yun Zhonghe, befitting her higher rank among the Four Evils.
Yet, of the two, Yun Zhonghe was the trickier foe. His qīnggōng could have dragged things out into a war of attrition.
Whereas Ye Erniang’s weakness in speed meant that had she fought directly, Fang Han would have held the advantage outright.
Thinking thus, Fang Han suddenly felt a stirring. Raising his gaze—
At the doorway leaned a peerless beauty, gazing at him quietly.
Her features were exquisite beyond comparison, like pure moonlight; her skin glowed whiter than snow, with a faint, sickly pallor that evoked pity.
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Even Fang Han, with his steady heart, could not help but feel awe.
What a beauty!
Then surprise dawned.
This girl… surely must be Mu Wanqing.
But why… was she not wearing her veil?
He remembered well her setting in the original story.
Wasn’t her face never meant to be seen by others?
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