The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 618 - 0: Yin Yang Clan Showdown

After a while, a mournful erhu melody drifted from the lake.

Everyone on the island looked over, only to see an old man sitting alone at the bow of the boat, playing the erhu.

The sound was lamenting and plaintive, full of yearning and sorrow.

It was a melody that provoked wistfulness, enhancing the sense of melancholic autumn.

In autumn, one plays the erhu; in spring, the Guqin is strummed.

In the season of autumn sorrow, only the erhu matches the mood.

Lin Yingying, with a frown, whispered, "This old guy is still quite the artsy youth."

Long Fei stared blankly at the old man.

He was none other than Old Man Mu, the one who, when Long Fei first arrived in the city, made him earn his living by picking up trash.

The small boat moved without oars and stopped more than fifty meters away from the island.

On the island, Hemao Dekang drew a Dongying Longsword and plucked at the blade to produce strange sounds.

The wailing of the sword clashed with the sound of the erhu, even the lake surface seemed to pulse with the notes, splashing up droplets of water.

Before they met, the spiritual power of both men intertwined with the music, clashing in the air.

The erhu’s sound grew more and more stirring, and the sword’s wail became all the more piercing.

Hemao Zhengxiong, Yang Jie, Yang Hao, and a few others behind them covered their ears, feeling as if their bodies would explode.

Lin Yingying was fine, as Long Fei conjured a misty barrier to protect them within.

With a final thunderous clash, the water between Old Man Mu and the Dongying people burst upward, shooting up a water column several meters high.

The strings of Old Man Mu’s erhu snapped, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Hemao Zhengxiong’s longsword also snapped from the tension, and he couldn’t help but take a step back.

He laughed heartily, "Mu Qingzhu, it’s been ten years, and I see your hidden injury hasn’t healed. It seems you cannot win against me today!"

The small boat slowly approached and reached the shore. Mu Qingzhu exerted force in his hands, and the exterior of the erhu burst apart, revealing a longsword held in his hands.

His eyes swept over Long Fei, and with his gaunt body, he confronted Hemao Dekang, "Ten years ago, had you not arranged for the Hell Sect to ambush me, how could I have sustained such injuries? You Dongying people are outwardly courteous, but covertly far too venomous!"

When the two men had competed in martial arts years ago, it was an even match.

Then, hidden assailants ambushed Mu Qingzhu, leaving him gravely injured.

He concealed his identity and evaded them relentlessly.

Yet, like flies, they still wouldn’t leave him be.

Today, he came here to settle this grudge.

Hemao Dekang feigned a sigh, "Brother Mu, you misunderstand. My acquaintance with the Hell Sect is superficial. They simply wanted to retrieve the Yin Yang Sect’s Sect Leader’s Token to access the treasure and rebuild the Yin Yang Sect; it has nothing to do with me."

Mu Qingzhu replied coldly, "What about you, then?"

Hemao Dekang smiled, "When the Yin Yang Sect split, Daoist Xu Fu sailed east with five hundred boys and girls. He brought only the Yin Technique, leaving us Dongying’s Yin Yang Clan to specialize in it. For many years, we’ve wanted to complete the Yang Technique to let the Yin Yang Clan flourish. You are the heir to the Yang Technique; that’s all I desire."

"At least you’re honest!"

Mu Qingzhu sneered, his Longsword quivering.

Under the sunlight, two sword shadows flitted about, yet the eyes could only see one.

He faced Hemao Dekang squarely, his voice deep, "The Head of the Sect’s Yin Yang Sword is right here. If you have the ability, come and take it!"

"So, it is the Yin Yang Sword!"

Hemao Dekang’s eyes gleamed, and reaching into his pocket, he too summoned a Magical Treasure.

This treasure was ancient in appearance; both sides were made of bronze mirrors with tadpole scripts engraved on them.

Mu Qingzhu’s expression changed, and he said with knitted brows, "The Yin Yang Mirror? You are indeed well-prepared!"

Hemao Dekang laughed heartily, "To deal with Brother Mu, how can it be done without a magical treasure? However, this magical treasure has now been renamed the Yata Mirror, and it is the national divine artifact of our Dongying."

Mu Qingzhu exclaimed, "Absurd, this is the magical treasure of our Yin Yang Clan; since when did it become yours in Dongying? Don’t you feel ashamed speaking like this?"

Hemao Dekang said nonchalantly, "Dongying and Huaxia were originally one family; why bother making such a clear distinction? I have another magical treasure that I would like Brother Mu to have a look at."

He reached into his Qiankun Bag and summoned a sword.

Mu Qingzhu narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "That’s right, even the Yunzhong Sword was brought here; it seems you’re confident of victory."

Hemao Dekang laughed loudly, "Brother Mu is mistaken again; this sword is now called the Tengoku Murakumo Sword, which is also a national divine artifact of our Dongying."

"Shameless!"

Mu Qingzhu couldn’t help but curse.

Long Fei followed with a curse, "It’s truly shameless; Xuu Fu is known as Lord Yunzhong. His matched sword was known as the Yunzhong Sword, but when was it renamed the Tengoku Murakumo Sword?"

Lin Yingying looked at Long Fei in surprise, wondering to herself how he knew these things.

Of course, Long Fei was guessing. The character Yunzhong Jun for Xuu Fu was something he had learned in history class.

This sword being called the Yunzhong Sword, it must be Xuu Fu’s matched sword.

Hemao Dekang rebuked, "Young man, don’t be in such a hurry. After I deal with this old man, it won’t be too late to take care of you."

Mu Qingzhu boasted, "Kid, you made the right choice not to pick up trash."

His longsword vibrated and swiftly conjured two streaks of sword qi, stabbing swiftly towards Hemao Dekang.

Hemao Dekang brandished his sword, conjuring two streaks of sword qi as well, colliding with the oncoming sword qi with a bang.

Above his head, the Yin Yang Mirror spun, casting a bright light towards Mu Qingzhu.

Long Fei furrowed his brows; the bright light was dazzling.

Swept by this light, even his Divine Sea felt somewhat unstable; it seemed to be a magical treasure specifically targeting the Primordial Spirit.

Indeed, Mu Qingzhu leaped into the air again and again, dodging the bright light’s sweeping assaults while his sword qi kept surging from all directions toward Hemao Dekang.

With a slash of Hemao Dekang’s Yunzhong Sword, he cried out in a hoarse voice, "Five Elements Sword Technique!"

In a flash, the sword glinted, and five streaks of sword qi swept out, stirring up a circular barrier of sword qi around him.

The multiple impacts with the sword qi from the Yin Yang Realm sent dust flying in all directions.

Hemao Zhengxiong and several others were swept back by this surge of energy, their faces filled with shocked expressions, having never witnessed such a high-level fight.

Lin Yingying was also momentarily dazed, swallowing hard, and thought to herself that the Cultivation World was too dangerous.

That sword qi could split a person into pieces.

Mu Qingzhu had an old injury and initially coped well, but as the fight progressed, his Essential Qi became increasingly disordered.

In an incautious moment, he was struck by the light of the Yin Yang Sect.

His Primordial Spirit shook, and he nearly fainted, his Yin Yang Sword thrusting forward as he knelt on one knee.

His frail body now radiated an unyielding light.

Hemao Dekang laughed loudly, "Brother Mu, you’ve still lost!"

He swirled his Yunzhong Sword, and five streaks of sword qi shined with five-colored profound light, wrapping around Mu Qingzhu from the sky above.

At the critical moment, Mu Qingzhu tossed his longsword and threw a token to Long Fei, crying out in a hoarse voice, "Quickly go, don’t let this thing fall into the Dongying people’s hands."

He vanished with a teleport, then suddenly burst out from behind Hemao Dekang, slapping a palm toward him.

"Qiankun Yang Technique?"

Hemao Dekang narrowed his eyes and casually thrust his longsword backward.

Seemingly predicting Mu Qingzhu’s movements, the longsword let out a chirp, pointed directly at Mu Qingzhu’s throat.

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