I Only Marry Widows-Chapter 129 - 111: You Must Stay Alive for Me
As for first-rate experts who have mastered the True Intent of the Martial Path, they can move freely through thousands of troops, coming and going as they please. However, if they want to confront an army of thousands head-on, it is a dead end.
More importantly, if there is an expert in the army to hold them down, once entangled and surrounded by the army, there is no escape.
Only a Half-Step Celestial Human expert can single-handedly break through a thousand troops; this has been true throughout history.
Therefore, those bandits and brigands often hide in mountains, forests, and lakes, making it difficult for large armies to annihilate them, leaving only a few experts to hunt them down.
Now, Lu Chengfeng going alone to the banks of the Three Rivers seems like he is seeking his own death.
Tan Xiong also felt utterly confused, and he said gravely, "Even if Junior Brother Lu has mastered the Sword Intent, he cannot be Li Xiaotian’s opponent, let alone the opponent who has nearly ten thousand troops, including three thousand elite cavalry."
"With such a large array, even a top-notch expert would flee at the sight. How could he possibly withstand it?"
"We have struggled to find a new path for our sect, so why let him take such a risk?"
"Even if it is unavoidable, if the four of us join forces, we could offer some protection. Why let him go to his death alone?"
He spoke with a hint of anger.
Du Mengyan, who is usually gentle and calm, with a tough interior beneath her tender exterior, couldn’t help but curse Lu Chengfeng in her heart at this moment.
"You wanted to stand out, yet you didn’t clearly explain to these two hotheads, and now I am being criticized here. It’s infuriating!"
Last night, Lu Chengfeng suddenly came to seek her out.
Du Mengyan originally thought he had something important to discuss, but to her surprise, Lu Chengfeng actually said he wanted to go alone to kill Li Xiaotian.
She naturally could not agree and harshly refused.
But didn’t expect that guy...
She still feels a lingering fear when she thinks about that night.
"Senior Sister, how about exchanging a few moves with me?" Lu Chengfeng said with a smile on his face and a calm tone.
Du Mengyan was already somewhat unhappy about him suddenly cutting off a strand of her hair that day, and she did not think he could compare to her, given that Lu Chengfeng was too young. Even if he had cultivated Sword Intent, it could not be profound.
She felt that the guy succeeded that day purely by surprise, catching her completely unprepared.
Now that Lu Chengfeng took the initiative to suggest it, it was precisely what she wanted, so she agreed immediately, intending to give him a small lesson and let him know who the Senior Sister was.
"I invite Senior Sister to strike first!" Lu Chengfeng stood in a forest. They were halfway up a mountain, different from the icy, snowy peak above; here it was summer, and the forest was lush and dense.
"Junior Brother, be careful!"
Du Mengyan was determined to regain the face she had lost, and without being polite, the Profound Sun Ancient Sword rang as it was unsheathed.
This Divine Weapon, which had endured for hundreds of years, still shone like a crimson rainbow, casting a glow, its sharpness even stinging the eyes.
A Divine Weapon, forged by Celestial Humans!
Even facing top-notch experts, Du Mengyan could retreat safely while wielding the Divine Weapon; now, as the sword was drawn, a streak of red light appeared in the pitch-black night.
Buzz!
The Sword Light tore through the darkness, its terrifying sharpness even slicing through the night breeze.
She executed the Yimu Heaven-Reaching Sword Scripture; the moment the sword was unsheathed, thunder roared above the Nine Heavens, and a gale swept through, causing the surrounding trees to rustle, their branches and leaves swaying violently.
Even if Li Xiaotian were in front, he could only avoid its edge.
The sword was like dawn light, the force like wind and thunder!
Du Mengyan’s mastery of the Yimu Heaven-Reaching Sword Scripture had indeed reached its pinnacle, comparable to the Elders of the sect without any inferiority.
With the reinforcement of the Divine Weapon, she seemed like a Sword Immortal descending to the mortal world, her sharpness uncontainable.
However, midway through the sword’s path, Du Mengyan suddenly froze.
Lu Chengfeng appeared beside her at some unknown time, his warm fingers still resting on her shoulder in the night.
"Senior Sister, your sword is too slow!"
"This is impossible!" Du Mengyan almost couldn’t believe her eyes; she hadn’t even seen how he appeared beside her.
"Then, once more!" Lu Chengfeng retreated with a smile.
This time, Du Mengyan focused all her energy, pushing the Yimu True Qi in her body to the extreme, her six senses probing in all directions. With a delicate shout, Sword Light soared, as if a rainbow light had torn through the night.
She held nothing back, exhibiting her swordsmanship at an unprecedented peak, clearly feeling the Sword Blade tearing through the fierce wind and birthing thunder.
This time, Lu Chengfeng did not disappear. He stood there, and as the Sword Light descended, his body slightly sidestepped, precisely avoiding the Profound Sun Divine Sword.
Then, a palm, seemingly slow but fast, rested upon Du Mengyan’s hand.
"Let go!"
Du Mengyan felt as if struck by lightning, her hand completely numb, and before she could react, the Profound Sun Divine Sword had already fallen into Lu Chengfeng’s hand.
He caressed the sword’s body with some fascination, its radiance undulating like water waves; unable to help himself from praising, "Indeed a peerless Divine Weapon, great sword! Great sword!"
Du Mengyan was bewildered and desolate. From her childhood training until now, she had never lost so miserably, and to someone younger than herself.
She bit her lip, "I have one more move in Swordsmanship; if you can block it, I will submit to you."
...
The scenes thereafter, Du Mengyan did not wish to recall. What happened that night nearly shattered her faith, almost collapsing her sword heart.
The key point is that damned man, he... he actually dared... dared to affront me...
Du Mengyan was both heartbroken and angry, those complex emotions she never wanted to experience again in her life.
She did not even wish to recall anything that happened afterward, wishing to erase it from memory forever.
Yet, that intense blaze, exquisite Swordsmanship, and... that handsome man under the moonlight, like a brand imprinted along with that sword slash, etched forever in her heart.
If... if not for that slap...
Thinking of this, she couldn’t suppress her embarrassment and anger!
Hearing Du Xiaoyue and Tan Xiong’s questioning, Du Mengyan snapped back, her face cold and tone hard as she said, "He will not die, even if we all die, he will not."
"Moreover, I temporarily loaned the Profound Sun Sword to him. If truly outmatched, using the Divine Sword for protection, he could still retreat to the mountain."
Upon hearing this, Du Xiaoyue and Tan Xiong felt somewhat relieved, only now realizing that Du Mengyan’s usual companion, the Profound Sun Ancient Sword, was not strapped to her back, though earlier they had been so focused on the events below the mountain that they didn’t notice.
"Lu Chengfeng, you better come back alive for me!"
Even Du Mengyan did not know what mindset drove her to voluntarily give the sword to that man today.
"I... it is for the sake of the sect!"
She muttered softly, her pupils suddenly constricting.
Unknowingly, one man and one horse appeared on the banks of the Three Rivers.
One side was an army of eight thousand, Iron Armor gleaming, spears and halberds soaring, flags blocking the sky.
The other side was a lone rider!
The Three Rivers flowed ceaselessly. Yet, it was not wide, nor deep enough to bury the eight thousand troops.
Du Mengyan’s heart suddenly tightened, staring intently at that man’s figure, feeling an unprecedented nervousness, her palms sweating unknowingly, yet she was unaware of it.
"You, must come back alive for me!"
