My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 514 - 445: Thousand Blades and Ten Thousand Reds [Double-Length] (Part 2)
Even so, the 'Jiulong Message' that rose during the Silver Era remains one of the top powers in the current world.
To this day, nobody knows what the Jiulong People actually encountered in that expedition. Some say they made contact with a presence beyond the stars, while others believe they saw the 'True Realm Gate' standing tall in the cosmos, and were caught in a space-time turbulence while traversing it. The fleet went missing, with three starships thrown out of the realm gate, forcing them to return for recovery.
The flame of Jiulong burns eternally and its heritage continues, so the culture of Jiulong has profoundly influenced this world. Traces of their culture can be found in many unexpected places. The Jiulong bloodline is spread worldwide, and in almost any civilization, Jiulong People greet you warmly.
"Master, it's this person! She she she just impersonated your distant relative and ordered us around!" The shop assistant pointed at Xu Xiaoyou.
"How bold! Have you not heard of my reputation, Uncle Hong, on Jiulong Street? Capture her for me; I want to see where her audacity comes from."
The shout of the plump man with a sharp voice pulled Xu Xiaoyou back from her thoughts. She glanced around at the dozen or so unfriendly figures surrounding her in the tea house.
She shrugged, unconcerned, and scratched her back with the Jade Ruyi, dodging the figures lunging at her. With a smile, she adjusted her black round spectacles on her nose.
Then, Xu Xiaoyou stepped onto a pavilion railing, suddenly leaping into the distance, traversing the eaves along the promenade, disappearing before the crowd, leaving only a dashing back view.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
In the bustling street, a silver-haired girl walked with a paper umbrella, soon attracting attention.
A few players dressed like ruffians emerged. The leader licked his lips excitedly, playing with a small tea knife in his hand, facing Angelina.
"Hey there, all alone, little girl? Want to hang out with us?"
"Sure, what do you want to play?" Angelina's lips curved up in a charming smile. "I'm bored too."
With her current look—red lips and bright eyes, flowing silver hair, her delicate face partly hidden under the paper umbrella—the ruffian players were momentarily stunned, exchanging glances and smiling knowingly.
"There is 'Hongxiang Building' nearby; why don't you join us for some fun? Don't worry, we won't trouble you. Just some drinks, we are gentlemen～"
"Just drinks? That's boring." Angelina twirled the paper umbrella, with a chilling undertone to her smile. "If we're playing, let's make it more interesting."
Upon hearing this, the men felt slightly elated. But in the next instant, one of them suddenly had their chest burst into a blossom of blood, pierced by a White Flower Lance, his pupils shrinking to a pinpoint, falling to the ground without breath before he could cry out.
Angelina tore apart the paper umbrella, her eyes flashing with bloodthirsty red glow, her voice rising:
"For example."
"Starting an unauthorized duel."
The surrounding space suddenly changed, and vibrant colors filled the world.
The remaining four ruffian players blinked and found themselves in a pavilion garden. From above, a thick fog shrouded the pavilion garden in all directions, surrounded by a circle of pavilions, and beneath was an endless pond. In the distance, water and sky met, with a slightly larger central pavilion occupying the middle area.
Clear waters beneath showed swimming fish, and lotus leaves floated on the pond. Every few meters, a pillar protruded from the water. At this moment, the silver-haired girl stood quietly on the tallest pillar in the center, gripping the White Flower Lance, coldly observing them.
"Are you the Abyssal White Flower?" someone finally recognized Angelina, their expression terrified. "Of the Dark Gold Rose..."
The latter half of the sentence was forcibly swallowed under Angelina's fierce gaze.
"How could it be you?"
"Bad news, brothers, we've been tricked."
Looking around again, they saw several girls standing on the pavilion bridge, full of interest in watching the scene unfold.
"Dark Gold Rose?"
"Light Chasing Garden, why is Light Chasing Garden targeting us?"
"Damn it, always bullying the weak, I really misjudged you, Dark Gold Rose!" someone berated.
Xu Xiaoyou nonchalantly waved a hand:
"Then you've never judged me right, okay, let's get started Anya, there's another fight waiting."
At this moment, Angelina made an unexpected decision, sheathing her lance, her gaze indifferent, spreading her fingers toward Xu Xiaoyou.
Understanding, Xu Xiaoyou tossed a training longsword in her direction.
Angelina flipped her palm, catching it as a breeze passed by, causing her wide sleeves to flutter, her silver hair flowing. Clad in white, she gracefully wielded the longsword, exuding an ethereal beauty.
"She can use a sword too?" Bai Youyou asked.
"I taught her well," Xu Xiaoyou replied casually, while the Substitute beside her quietly took out a telescope.
Seeing Angelina intending to challenge four people without even using her preferred weapon, the men felt insulted, brandishing their weapons, swearing to make the girl pay.
"Don't underestimate us, I'll go first!"
One drew a Tang Blade, striding over the pillars, rushing towards Angelina, gripping the blade with both hands, swinging it forward from behind.
Angelina sidestepped easily, using no skills, pivoting swiftly, leaping towards the pillars behind her.
The second person came rushing, intending to intercept her mid-air, only to see Angelica tap the air lightly with her toes, her wide sleeves flowing between water and sky. The attacker lost his sense of direction as she effortlessly glided a few steps away, leaving him to fall into the water.
"Something's wrong, glub... Brothers, this water is dangerous!" The man struggled in the water, sinking deeper as if without buoyancy, submerged above his head.
Sleeves danced lightly in the air, sword gleaming, moving fluidly—sharp enough to quicken the passing wind, creating an edge, an intangible killing intent brewing within this gleam.
"Try blocking this strike!" someone seized the opportunity, raising their cleaver high, shattering a pillar in their approach, a forceful swing.
The girl parried with her sword, her red gaze hidden behind the blade's gleam, wrist turning, clashing with the cleaver in a tense standoff.
Angelina leaned back, legs unmoving, the sword pressing the cleaver down, dissipating the blow's force. As the man lost his balance, trying to regain footing, Angelina gracefully glided into the air, her sword's tassel skimming the water, the sword hilt striking, sending the man plummeting before he clung desperately to a pillar.
His comrades rushed in, preventing him from receiving the same fate as their earlier fallen.
Angelina employed no skills, relying solely on technique and swordsmanship to maneuver between two foes, lightly stepping on the ground, effortlessly soaring, her sleeves like wind-danced silk. Her stance shifted between grace and strength, merging the soft with the hard, in the air circling around the central pavilion, her sword dance captivating, immersing onlookers.
Trailing behind her, the two men exerted every effort yet failed to even brush her sleeves. The silver-haired girl retreated as she twirled, her sword persistently slashing upward, creating an invisible current. Should a white feather fall, it would float in mid-air, suspended by the current for long.
Her longsword traced graceful arcs in the air, the wind growing sharper, mingling with the metallic clamor of cranes lurking, and at times, the chasers would be cut by the sword's intention, revealing wounds.
Glistening cold light lay hidden in her sleeves, the girl and her sword becoming one, led by the sword, her figure danced among the pavilion, like a crane spreading wings, or a fish swimming in water, elusive and enigmatic.
Until the three men pursuing her grew exhausted, unable to match the silver-haired girl's pace, kneeling heavily on the pillars. Meanwhile, Angelina's breathing was steady, as if all the preceding was just a warm-up for her.
"Not done yet?" Xu Xiaoyou leaned on the railing, resting her chin with a yawn.
"It's already over."
Angelina descended from the air, her white robe brushing the ground, sleeves gently arching, sheath ahead, revealing a pair of cold red eyes, her hand touching the sword hilt, the longsword slowly returning to its sheath.
With a flicker of cold light,
narrow sword scars manifested on every inch of the pillars and the men's bodies beneath them.
Thousand Blades and Ten Thousand Reds.
