An hour passed, two hours...
In the Thousand Swords and Ten Thousand Intentions Formation, Yue Jinghua gazed at the Cloud Gathering Sword in her hand.
After the incident at Youlian Palace when the Killing Prison was broken, the blade of the Great Sword seemed to have grown an inch, not very noticeable, but to the minutely observant Yue Jinghua, she still managed to catch this slight change.
That day, within Youlian Palace, she also noticed that the Great Sword Lianyun was not afraid of being tainted by Evil Qi.
Ordinary Spiritual Artifacts, if even slightly stained with Evil Qi, would be affected, some even becoming scrap metal.
But Lianyun, on the contrary, chooses to do the exact opposite; it even devours Evil Qi. The more Blood Evil it kills, the stronger the Dark Power it contains.
In Mo Xi’s Sea of Consciousness, it had a somewhat repelling effect, but in a place like the Killing Prison, it instead had a soaring Sword Qi.
That sword strike – recalling that blow, Yue Jinghua felt somewhat parched and tongue-tied.
Even for someone like her who didn’t understand swords at all, she was still shaken by the imposing nature of that strike.
Tearing through Evil Qi, slicing the heavens with that Sword Force, if this sword were a bit more complete, or if the person wielding the sword, had a bit more advanced cultivation level, what kind of heaven-consuming, sky-eating presence that strike would possess, Yue Jinghua inwardly named that sword move.
As if sensing Yue Jinghua’s thoughts, Lianyun emitted a slight quiver.
"Qing Pu is right, I need to comprehend Sword Intent anew. The most effective method to train Sword Intent is by defeating enemies. The Killing Prison is already destroyed; if there is another place in the world like the Killing Prison, it would greatly benefit my cultivation. Nevertheless, for now, I must deal with the matter of Fa Xiaoyi, and properly ’call off’ this marriage engagement," recalling the conversation she overheard earlier, Yue Jinghua settled her heart and silently schemed.
Not long after the Empress Dowager decreed Yue Jinghua and Fa Xiaoyi to go boating on the lake, somehow, this news spread throughout Polo City.
Having heard this news, the delicate young ladies of the city, the weaker ones hid at home beating their chests and stamping their feet, all sighing with regret, bitterly denouncing Yue Jinghua, the ugly monster, for monopolizing Prince Xiao Yi.
Those who knew some martial arts simply guarded outside the Lie Family Mansion, cursing and declaring their intention to teach Yue Jinghua a lesson, thereby exasperating the guards of the Lie Family Mansion to no end.
However, the instigator of all this seemed to have evaporated from the world, whereabouts unknown.
Apart from those lovesick young ladies, there was another person who was deeply troubled by this matter, Xie Yu.
Ever since Xie Yu proclaimed in front of the little boy Yue Chen that he would teach him to flirt with women, not long after, one morning upon waking up, Xie Yu legitimately found himself having been immersed in flirting.
He was lying in a bunch of cacti, and the thorns of those cacti were coated with a kind of drug called ’Golden Spear Must Fall.’ That anesthetic directly caused paralysis in a certain part of Xie Yu’s lower body for over ten days.
Even worse things followed; thereafter, if he approached within a mile of the small courtyard, the allergy-triggering Flash Mink Leopard would ferociously appear, warning him not to come half a step closer to the courtyard.
Thus, one fine morning, when Xie Yu unexpectedly received a message from Yue Jinghua inviting him to another courtyard, he happily ran over.
Who would have thought, upon seeing him, her first words were quite odd, "Did you come by sedan chair?"
"Naturally, I came by sedan chair," Xie Yu, whose Qinggong was beyond understanding, whenever he went out, if he could lie down (in a sedan chair) he would definitely not walk, and if he could walk, he would never resort to using movement techniques.
"That’s good," Yue Jinghua showed a pleased expression.
Xie Yu felt somewhat puzzled.
Immediately after, Yue Jinghua made a gesture which led to an outcome.
For the many years to follow on the Canglong Continent, the King of Assassins, known for his fantastical exploits, whenever he took on a job, would habitually make a gesture. It was a gesture that made many clients pale and tremble: thumb on top, index finger below, rubbing together in request for money.
Xie Yu sighed, thinking to himself that as one of the Ten Great Killing Gods, people who saw him either ran away or bowed and scraped to him. But had there ever been someone like Yue Jinghua, constantly the image of a landlady, yet he still found it sweet, truly maddening.
Grumbling aside, Xie Yu still briskly handed over a Dan Xuan Card, shimmering with three stars.
The Three-star Dark Pill Card, signifying that Yue Jinghua now enjoyed a vast wealth of several hundred thousand Dark Pills.