Chapter 191: Yiyi Jiujiu, Swords Drawn
Light snow was falling from the sky. On the streets of the Sword Sect marketplace, the area had been cleared. Cultivators from outside who were doing business had already been apprehended by Sword Sect disciples and confined to the pavilions for interrogation, and even some outer disciples of the Sword Sect were not allowed to move freely.
Outside the seven-story Sword Pavilion, disciples from Yi Shui Peak formed a cordon with their bodies around the perimeter. As per Yun Yiyi’s instructions, no one was allowed to enter and examine the scene before she arrived.
And by “anyone” here, it meant disciples belonging to Jian Jiu Peak and Xi Ri Peak…
… …
“Are you going to let us through, or not?!”
“Our Eldest Miss has ordered that no one can enter before she arrives!!”
“Does your Eldest Miss have the authority to control our people from Jian Jiu Peak? We only listen to Sister Jiujiu!! Brothers, Sister Jiujiu told us to go in and secure the scene, let’s go!”
“You dare to?!”
*Swish, swish*—
The sound of spirit swords being drawn from their sheaths filled the air. Disciples from both peaks drew their spirit swords and took a stance facing each other, but not a single person dared to make the first move.
They all knew that whichever side made the first move would lose their argument with the elders, so they were all waiting for the other side to strike first.
“Come on?! You’re making a lot of noise, aren’t you? Why aren’t you fighting?”
“Am I stupid? If you want to fight, you make the first move then.”
“Heh…”
At this moment, two flying swords descended from above. A short-statured person and a silver-haired man with a scholarly appearance leaped off the flying swords, landing heavily on the ground.
Yun Jiujiu looked at the two groups of people about to fight in front of the Sword Pavilion, her mouth twitching slightly. She lifted her small wooden clogs and walked forward, stopping between the two people who had been verbally sparring just moments ago.
Her gaze swept over the two of them, and instantly, the expression of one side noticeably deflated.
Yun Jiujiu looked at the side whose spirits had faltered and looked up, saying:
“Let them through.”
“Ah…” The disciple from Yi Shui Peak hurriedly advised in a low voice, “Second Miss, if you go in now, it will be difficult to explain to Eldest Miss. Why don’t you wait for Eldest Miss to arrive, and then you can go in together?”
“I said it,” Yun Jiujiu frowned, crossed her arms, and stomped her foot forcefully on the ground. “Are you going to let them through, or not!”
“This…”
The Yi Shui Peak disciple looked troubled but didn’t dare to speak, only shaking his head slightly.
At this very moment, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the Sword Pavilion’s main entrance, drawing the attention of the tense standoff between the two groups and Yun Jiujiu’s party.
“Eeeeeek!!!!”
*Slam*—!
While Yun Jiujiu and the Yi Shui Peak disciple were talking, Feng Yudie had secretly slipped in and crept to the main door, pushing it open a crack to peek inside.
The scene inside the pavilion was a complete disaster. Twenty-seven corpses, each cut in half at the waist, with heads detached. Intestines and organs were hanging everywhere.
Feng Yudie considered herself quite accustomed to bloody scenes, but after peeking through the crack in the door, her face turned pale, and she quickly closed the door.
The only problem was that the sound of closing the door was too loud. When she turned to look behind her, she realized that everyone below was looking at her.
Feng Yudie immediately ducked her head, took a step to the left, causing everyone’s heads to turn slightly to the right.
She then shifted back to the right, causing everyone’s heads to turn back to their original positions.
After a brief pause, she blinked and asked in a small voice:
“What’s wrong? Why are you all looking at me…”
However, before she could finish speaking, the Yi Shui Peak disciple who had been talking to Yun Jiujiu’s eyes widened, and he waved his hand, saying:
“Take him down!!”
With a single command, all the Yi Shui Peak disciples instantly charged towards Feng Yudie, scaring her into jumping back. She turned to run.
However, just as the group was about to pounce on Feng Yudie, Yun Jiujiu stepped forward, flashing in front of Feng Yudie and shielding her behind her. This stunned the Yi Shui Peak disciples in their tracks.
“This is my person?”
“… …”
Everyone was stunned, and they looked at Feng Yudie with strange expressions. Feng Yudie, clinging to Yun Jiujiu’s shoulder, poked her head out and grinned foolishly:
“Hehe… This is my Eldest Sister, Sister Jiujiu.”
“Hoo—” Yun Jiujiu glanced at her, raised an eyebrow, and asked, “Feather Brother, why are you cowering behind me? I told you yesterday, I’ve got your back in the Sword Sect from now on! If anyone bothers you in the future, just say my name. Within a five-hundred-li radius, everyone knows me.”
“They have too many people.”
“These guys are all useless. You can easily take them down,” Yun Jiujiu waved her hand and turned to open the door.
However—
*Creak*—
*Slam*—
Just like Feng Yudie, Yun Jiujiu had barely opened the door when she quickly shut it again. Her face turned ashen, and she gagged. She then took out her jade gourd and took a swig of wine to recover.
“Damn it… what kind of mess is this place?”
Feng Yudie blinked and asked blankly, “Aren’t they your relatives?”
?
Yun Jiujiu glanced at her, unable to come up with a retort for a moment. The corpses inside were all her relatives, although most of them were distant relatives whose names she could barely remember anymore.
The twenty-seven people who had died this time were all inner disciples. The so-called inner disciples of the Sword Sect were descendants of Yun Tianchong, like sons born to concubines who had their own sons outside…
“… …”
Just as Yun Jiujiu was speechless, two spiritual lights suddenly descended from the sky. A man and a woman gracefully dismounted from their flying swords and then retracted the swords into their storage bags.
Upon seeing Ye Anping, Feng Yudie quickly winked at him to greet him:
Young Master Ye~~
However, Ye Anping glanced at her and ignored her, simply following Yun Yiyi obediently.
When Yun Yiyi saw Yun Jiujiu, extreme disgust flashed in her eyes. She first called the Yi Shui Peak disciples on both sides to retreat, then, with Ye Anping, walked up the steps and stood beside Yun Jiujiu, looking down at her by virtue of her height advantage:
“Second Sister, this has nothing to do with you. Go back.”
Yun Jiujiu frowned, clenched her fist, and raised it, gritting her teeth as she retorted:
“What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? Yun Yiyi, watch what you say. Have you forgotten how I beat you last time?”
“… …”
Yun Yiyi was taken aback but quickly recovered. She looked at the jade gourd in Yun Jiujiu’s hand and said,
“You’re going to investigate the case? It’s a miracle if you don’t mess up the scene. I’ve never seen anyone investigate a case while drinking.”
“Yes! My brain isn’t sharp, but I’ve brought someone sharp today.” Yun Jiujiu said, pulling the Feng Yudie beside her forward. “Feather Brother, a friend I made a few days ago.”
“… …”
Yun Yiyi frowned slightly, looking Yun Yiyi up and down at the scholar-dressed Feng Yudie. She tilted her head, feeling that this person looked a bit foolish, though the silver hair was indeed rare.
“Young Master Feng, you don’t seem like a rude person. Why are you with her? If you lack spirit stones, perhaps you should come to my Yi Shui Peak…”
Before she could finish speaking, Yun Jiujiu raised her fist and punched towards Yun Yiyi’s face.
*Boom*—
Gusts of wind from the punch. Although this punch wasn’t exerted with full force, Yun Yiyi clearly didn’t react in time.
“You’re trying to poach someone in front of me?! I’ll just…”
However, just as her fist was about to land on Yun Yiyi’s face, Ye Anping quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist, blocking the punch.
“Second Miss Yun, must you be so crude?”
“… …”
Yun Jiujiu stared at Ye Anping, her brows furrowed slightly. She forcefully pulled her hand back and said,
“Who the hell do you think you are?”
Ye Anping nodded in greeting and said,
“I am Ye Anping, not an onion.”
“Heh… whether you’re an onion or not isn’t decided by words. Come down and fight me!!”
Yun Yiyi also recovered at this point. She leaned a step closer to Ye Anping and said,
“Young Master Ye, you don’t need to pay attention to her.”
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