Chapter 1362: The Washing Sword Pavilion’s Revenge

Chapter 1362: Chapter 688: The Washing Sword Pavilion’s Revenge

“No.” She said coldly, “There are quite a few Immortal Sects that hate me to the core, I have no idea which one it is.”

“To set up an array in such a bustling place is certainly rushed, but this Sword Intent is not only pure, but also ancient and simple. It seems to be left by a Sword Immortal of this Immortal Sect from the past.” Huangfuming had just finished speaking when a man with a long beard slowly walked out from the cultivators outside the array, glanced at those within, and said: “We do not wish to implicate the innocent, put down that demoness, and I will let you go.”

Ning Xiaoxian slowly stepped forward and said: “Who are you, trembling coward, and why aren’t you announcing your name yet?”

At her words, the faces of the cultivators opposite immediately showed anger. The man with the long beard coldly said: “Demoness, Hidden Stream has invaded our territory, and you dare to show up in Xinyu City? Do you really think Washing Sword Pavilion has no one?”

Ning Xiaoxian and Huangfuming suddenly realized: it turns out the people from Washing Sword Pavilion had arrived. She brushed her hair back and curiously asked: “Have we met before, sir? How did you recognize me?” She had been asleep for three years, and there were not many left in the world who had seen her.

A person stepped out from the rear of the crowd, shouted sharply: “Ning Xiaoxian of Hidden Stream, even if you turned to ash, I would still recognize you!”

This person had delicate features, a tall, jade-like figure, and was also a graceful young man. Ning Xiaoxian glanced at him, slightly frowned, and said: “Who are you?”

Her expression was genuinely sincere. Anyone could see at a glance that she truly did not remember this person.

He hated her so much, yet she didn’t remember him at all—is there anything more insulting than this? The expression on his face immediately turned livid, while Huangfuming couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Finally, someone else experienced the same situation as he did; his sister’s ability to annoy people is truly remarkable.

His voice came out as if squeezed through his teeth: “I am Xu Liangyu!”

She blinked, pondered for a moment, and finally understood: “Oh, you’re the young master of Washing Sword Pavilion!”

Xu Liangyu sneered: “You tormented me on the Great Snow Mountain! Now the two factions are at war, and you dare to come to Xinyu City, truly throwing yourself into the net!”

When rescuing the Hulian Family’s twin beauties, Xu Liangyu went along with Hu Huoer. Unfortunately, Hu Huoer had no interest in him whatsoever, and Ning Xiaoxian even used him to provoke Tantai Yi. Although Tu Jin erased his memory after taking possession, Xu Liangyu pieced together his memories after returning to the sect and gradually deduced that Ning Xiaoxian had been the culprit, firmly remembering her. However, they had no further interactions, and he never managed to settle this personal grudge.

Earlier at Jinfu Building, he sat on the second floor and, looking down, immediately recognized Ning Xiaoxian. Coincidentally, several elders of his sect were also present in Xinyu City. Washing Sword Pavilion was being severely pressured by the Hidden Stream Demon Army, and by chance, she appeared here, seemingly still recovering from serious injuries, which was simply a heaven-sent opportunity. Though unclear about the identity of the person beside her, it didn’t deter them from setting a trap to capture her.

If Ning Xiaoxian initially felt a tinge of guilt towards Xu Liangyu, it had completely disappeared by now. Upon hearing the name of Washing Sword Pavilion, she immediately understood that the other party intended to use her as leverage to force the Hidden Stream Demon Army to retreat. Even if this strategy failed, publicly humiliating her in front of the Hidden Stream’s Demon Soldiers would also demoralize their strong enemy!

She slowly turned and said calmly to Huangfuming: “If you don’t want to get involved in this mess, you can leave now. I won’t blame you.”

Huangfuming lazily replied: “What is sister saying? Since I invited you out with me, naturally I can protect you adequately.” He glanced at the people from Washing Sword Pavilion and continued, “If the one standing in front of me was the Shaking Heaven God, I might indeed be quite wary. But these small fry from Washing Sword Pavilion are just yawning toads, all talk and no substance.”

Was he being double-edged? Before Ning Xiaoxian could think further, he had already softly called out: “Pu Shu!” A man immediately stepped forward.

This man had deep wrinkles on his face, marked by years of hardships and weathered traces, with particularly large joints in his hands, but the item he took out from his pocket was very small; they were six or seven grayish-white stones, round and about the size of chess pieces, resembling pebbles. Besides that, there was nothing special.

Pu Shu squatted down and, in the manner of a mischievous child skimming stones in a pond, tossed all six or seven stones out. Strangely, the stones bounced lightly on the sandy ground as if skipping on water, and with each bounce, they spun and attracted clumps of sand to them!