Lu Xiaofeng Book 4: Silver Hook Casino

[cloud_188]

Thank you very much for the translation foxs and eliza...
I cant wait for it to finish so i can start reading the hold book in one go...

it has being hard stopping myself from reading it....

[foxs]

The room was quiet save for her sorrowful wailing.

The rest of them had not recovered from this shock.

The Blue Beard was dead. This turn of events was truly more shocking than everything that had happened just a moment ago.

Strangely, Lu Xiaofeng was not shocked. Even the least bit of astonishment did not appear on his face.

The one with the most painful expression was Gu Song. In a low voice he mumbled, "The real Luocha Tablet must still be in his possession. He must have hidden it in a very secret location. He must be the only one knew this secret. But now he is dead ..."

Suddenly Lu Xiaofeng said, "It doesn't matter whether he is dead or not."

Gu Song: "Doesn't matter?"

Lu Xiaofeng lightly said, "He is not the only one who knows his secret."

Gu Song: "Who else would know?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "I do."

Gu Song sprang up suddenly, but slowly sat back down. His expression was back to normal as he slowly asked, "You know where he hid the Luocha Tablet?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "He was such a shady and sly person. A sly person is usually over suspicious; therefore, the only one he would trust perhaps is himself."

Gu Song: "And so he must have kept the Luocha Tablet on himself?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "He must have."

Gu Song sprang up again and was about to rush over.

But Lu Xiaofeng cut him off, "If you search him right now, I guarantee you won't find it."

Gu Song: "But you just said that the Luocha Tablet must be on him?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Then was then, now is now; in just a short moment many things can change."

Gu Song: "And so the Luocha Tablet was on him a moment ago, but now it is gone?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Definitely gone."

Gu Song: "Where is it now?"

Suddenly Lu Xiaofeng turned toward Fang Yuxiang and slowly stretched out his hand in front of her, "Take it out."

Biting her lips, Fang Yuxiang bitterly said, "Even my husband's life has been taken by you, what else do you want from me?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "What he wanted a moment ago indeed was not the Luocha Tablet, because at that time the Luocha Tablet was still on him."

Fang Yuxiang: "Do you know what he wanted?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Yes, he wanted the antidote."

Fang Yuxiang: "Antidote?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled while picking up the gold cup Blue Beard used to drink his last wine, "He had always been a very cautious person, it was truly not easy for anybody to poison him, but this time ..."

Fang Yuxiang: "Could it be that this time somebody poisoned him?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded. "This time he was poisoned because he was so sure that there was no poison in the wine, there was also no poison on the cup."

Fang Yuxiang: "If that's the case, then how did he get poisoned?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Because he had forgotten something."

Fang Yuxiang: "What thing?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "He had forgotten than the gold cup was fetched by you, moreover, that you have wiped it with your silk handkerchief."

He looked at the handkerchief tucked into Fang Yuxiang's lapel and slowly added, "He forgot, although there was no poison in the wine, there was also no poison on the cup, your silk handkerchief is poisonous."

Fang Yuxiang was silent. Only after a long time did she softly say, "I just want to ask you something."

Lu Xiaofeng: "I am listening."

Fang Yuxiang: "I am asking you: people like Fei Tian Yu Hu, do they deserve to be killed?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "They do."

Fang Yuxiang: "In that case, even if I killed him, you should not blame me."

Lu Xiaofeng: "I have never blamed you, I only want you to take it out."

Fang Yuxiang: "Take out what?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "The Luocha Tablet."

Fang Yuxiang: "The Luocha Tablet? Where would I get such Luocha Tablet from?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Indeed you did not have it, but now you do."

Fang Yuxiang: "What you want is ..."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Is the piece you groped from Blue Beard's body just a moment ago."

Fang Yuxiang fell silent again for a long time before she finally sighed softly and said, "Apparently Lu Xiaofeng truly deserves to be called Lu Xiaofeng, seems like nothing can be concealed from you."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, "Although sometimes my eyes are blind, fortunately most of the time they are wide open."

Fang Yuxiang bit her lip, she looked at Lu Xiaofeng, and then looked at Sui Han San You, finally she stomped her feet and called out, "All right, you want me to take it out, I'll take it out. This evil thing can only bring bad luck to people anyway."

She really took out something from her pocket, an amazingly crystal clear jade tablet. The beauty of this jade tablet indeed far exceeded the other two tablets.

The jade tablet had just fallen onto the table, like a floating cloud Gu Song's long sleeve flew out.

The jade tablet on the table immediately vanished into his sleeve.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled as he looked at him, "The mission accomplished, the tablet is returned, fortunately I do not bring disgrace to myself."

Gu Song: "Bygone enmity and old grievances have been wiped out herewith with this word 'accomplished'."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Thank you."

Gu Song: "Thank you."

With a wooden expression Fang Yuxiang coldly said, "Now Fei Tian Yu Hu is dead, the Luocha Tablet has also been returned to you, what are you waiting for?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "You want us to leave?"

Fang Yuxiang bit her lip, "What else do you want? Could it be that you want me?"

Lu Xiaofeng laughed, "If you ask me, of course I want you, but there is a minor problem."

Fang Yuxiang: "What problem?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Are you really a human being?"

Fang Yuxiang laughed, Lu Xiaofeng also laughed.

He was laughing out loud while walking out. Suddenly he turned his head and patted Fang Yufei on the shoulder, "Chen Jingjing is a very smart girl. Since you like her, you should treat her well."

Fang Yufei: "Chen Jingjing? Which Chen Jingjing?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Of course the Chen Jingjing we both know."

Fang Yufei: "Then you should know that she died in the fire."

Lu Xiaofeng: "No, she did not."

Fang Yufei: "She did not?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "There was indeed a woman's body in the fire, but it was not Chen Jingjing's."

Fang Yufei: "Oh?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Chen Jingjing was hit by Chuchu's three bone-penetrating needles, that woman's skeleton did not have even one needle. Before you burned her to death, would you still have time to extract the secret projectiles first?"

Fang Yufei chuckled, "I do not have that kind of ability."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Therefore, the woman died in the fire was not Chen Jingjing."

Fang Yufei was still laughing, but his laughter was somewhat forced. "If Chen Jingjing did not die, where did she go?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Since the stuffed steamed bun is still on the plate, the one you ate must be the plain steamed bun."

Fang Yufei: "Since Chen Jingjing did not die in the fire, someone must have carried Chen Jingjing away."

Lu Xiaofeng: "I told you, this logic is very simple."

Fang Yufei: "Do you also know who carried her away?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "You."

Fang Yufei could not say another word.

Lu Xiaofeng: "At first I did not have any suspicions on this matter, but actually you should not kill that child."

Fang Yufei lowered his head, he looked at his own hands.

Lu Xiaofeng: "I'm sure you also knew that that child was an idiot, there is no way he would recognize your appearance, but you still did not want to take any risk and thus killed him to close his mouth, just because you were afraid he might tell me that the Auntie who was supposed to give him some candy did not die. Although he was stupid, he would certainly be able to tell this little fact."

Fang Yufei: "And you started to suspect me from then on?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "That's why I went back to the fire to take a look, and only then did I discover the woman's skeleton was not Chen Jingjing's."

Fang Yufei: "But you still could not prove that I was the one who carry Chen Jingjing away."

Lu Xiaofeng: "That's why I employed Zhao Junwu's help to find some information for me."

Fang Yufei: "What information?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Chen Jingjing was seriously injured, if you want to keep her alive, you would certainly find a doctor for her, and the number of doctors who are able to treat that kind of injury is truly not many."

Fang Yufei: "Within several hundred li around that place, perhaps there is only one."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Exactly one."

Fang Yufei: "Laohekou, Tongde hall, Feng family shop's Blind Feng number two."

Lu Xiaofeng: "The best part is: because he is a blind man, blind man cannot see the shape of the secret projectile."

Fang Yufei indifferently said, "Perhaps because of this fact that he is still alive."

[aliderhamy]

his old friend was involved... just not the way i thought he was... i thought his old friend was the master mind, dam i hate being wrong.

thanks for the translation guys

[foxs]

Ali, don't make any rash conclusion!
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Lu Xiaofeng: "Only it's too bad that Chen Jingjing was hit by a bone-penetrating needle from a unique school, a very rare type of secret projectile."

Fang Yufei: "Therefore, as soon as Zhao Junwu asked around, he found the information."

Lu Xiaofeng: "From this, it can be seen that Ding Xiangyi was killed by you, her lover is also you."

Fang Yufei: "Oh?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Because the jade tablet I showed to her has fallen into your hands. Therefore, when a moment ago I mentioned the Blind Feng number two, you promptly took it out like an obedient child."

He chuckled, and then continued, "Actually, my incantation was completely useless to others, but to you, it was a threat."

Fang Yufei: "Saving others' life is not a disgraceful matter, why would I feel threatened by you?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Because you are afraid someone might find out."

Fang Yufei: "I ... I am afraid who would find out?"

Lu Xiaofeng laughed, he turned his face toward Fang Yuxiang.

Fang Yuxiang's countenance had turned ashen.

Lu Xiaofeng patted Fang Yufei's shoulder again, and said with a smile, "I told you that Chen Jingjing is a very lovely girl, not only she is smart and pretty, she is also gentle and considerate toward others. Since you have taken the risk to save her, you should treat her well, don't you agree?"

Fang Yufei: "Right, absolutely right."

He smiled again, Lu Xiaofeng was also smiling, yet those two people's smile definitely did not have anything in common.

Thereupon Lu Xiaofeng walked out with a smile on his face.

"Wait!" Fang Yuxiang suddenly called out loudly.

Lu Xiaofeng stopped.

Fang Yuxiang: "You have also forgotten something."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Oh?"

Fang Yuxiang: "You forgot you said you are going to give him something."

By 'him', she meant Fang Yufei.

Previously, when she looked at Fang Yufei, her eyes were always brimming with sweetness and affection, but now not even the least bit of a smile remained.

Now, there were only pain, jealousy, and hatred in her eyes, the kind of jealousy and hatred that almost reaches madness.

Word by word she continued, "You forgot to give him an a**hole." [see end of Chapter 4]

The wick of the lanterns was in need of trimming, resulted in the dimmed light.

The room became suddenly still, as still as the grave.

Fang Yufei stood motionless where he was; no emotion was shown on his face, but for some reason, his exceptionally handsome and attractive face somehow looked gloomy and unspeakably dreadful.

Even Fang Yuxiang did not dare to look at him anymore.

She turned toward Lu Xiaofeng and said, "I know you said you were going to give him one."

Lu Xiaofeng: "I did say that."

Fang Yuxiang: "Will you?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "I will."

Fang Yuxiang suddenly burst out in laughter, a mad kind of laughter, she laughed so hard that tears flowed down her face.

She used the handkerchief tucked in her lapel to wipe her tears. "I would rather be blind than seeing you and that wh*re together."

Her voice became raspy as she shouted loudly, while blood started to appear on the corners of her mouth.

She used the handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth.

"Actually, I should have known early on that you were only using me, but I have never thought that you would like that wh*re."

She started to cough. "All along you have hidden the truth from me, I suppose you were afraid I might leak your secret. As soon as our business is over, I will definitely die without a burial place, because in reality, I know your secret too much, too much ..."

She still wanted to continue, but her throat was closing down, as if suddenly there were a pair of invisible hands gripping tightly gripping her throat.

And then her pretty face started to twist, blood also started to flow out from her orifices.

But the blood was not scarlet, but eerie bluish green. When she fell down, she happened to fall onto the Blue Beard's body.

Fang Yufei saw her falling, he was still not moving, his face was devoid of any emotion.

Lu Xiaofeng could not refrain from heaving a sigh and mutter, "There are things I did not want to say, too bad ..."

Fang Yufei suddenly cut him off, "Too bad you have suspected me a long time ago."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, "You are the real Fei Tian Yu Hu, the Blue Beard was nothing more than a puppet you exploited."

Fang Yufei: "You also knew early on that she was not my Meimei."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Chuchu, Jingjing, Xiangyi, they all grew up with her, but they have never mentioned she had any Gege!"

Fang Yufei: "You are very attentive."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Whenever Fei Tian Yu Hu appeared, you were always nearby, but the Blue Beard had never left this place."

Fang Yufei did not deny.

Lu Xiaofeng: "You knew the Luocha Tablet was in Blue Beard's possession, so you told Chen Jingjing to incite Li Xia to steal it. Using Fang Yuxiang as bait, you trapped me, and then you led Li Xia to deal with Jia Leshan. Finally you wanted to use the Blue Beard as your scapegoat. In the end, naturally their riches would belong to you."

Fang Yufei indifferently said, "You should have known that my expenses are always very big, I have to support many women, all women know how to spend money, especially women who are both beautiful and smart."

Lu Xiaofeng: "These women, no doubt they all are very intelligent, but actually, in your eyes, they are ..."

Fang Yufei: "They are no more than a bunch of b**ches."

Lu Xiaofeng: "No matter what, your being able to use these many women, your ability is truly not small, it's a pity ..."

Fang Yufei cut him off again, "It's a pity that in the end it was a woman who brought me harm."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Actually, the one bringing harm to you is not Fang Yuxiang."

Fang Yufei: "If not her, then who?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Chen Jingjing."

Fang Yufei: "She ..."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Only she can bring you harm, because only to her you were being sincere. If not because of her, how could you reveal that many secrets?"

Fang Yufei closed his mouth. Although his face was still devoid of any emotion, he was clearly struggling hard to control himself.

Lu Xiaofeng: "Because you still have this little bit of sincerity, I am going to give you an opportunity."

Fang Yufei: "What opportunity?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Toward a man like you, actually we do not need to speak about righteousness and justice of the Jianghu. There are four of us in here, if we make our move together, no doubt you will die in the blink of an eye."

Fang Yufei did not deny.

Lu Xiaofeng: “But now I am willing to give you the opportunity to have a fair duel.”

Fang Yufei: “You and me?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “That’s right, you and me, mano a mano.”

Fang Yufei: “If I win?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “If you can defeat me, I am dead, you are free to go.”

Fang Yufei turned his gaze toward Sui Han San You.

Gu Song coldly said, “If you can defeat him, he is dead, you are free to go.”

Fang Yufei: “You say it and mean it?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Definitely I won’t renege on my words!”

Suddenly Fang Yufei laughed and said, “I know why you want to do it this way.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Oh?”

Fang Yufei: “Because you want to kill me with your own hands.”

Lu Xiaofeng did not deny.

Fang Yufei smiled and said, “But you are wrong!”

Lu Xiaofeng: “I have often done wrong things, luckily once in a while I can also do the right thing.”

Fang Yufei: “But this time you are wrong, very wrong!”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Oh?”

Fang Yufei: “You will not defeat me, once you make your move, you will no doubt die.”

Lu Xiaofeng also laughed.

Fang Yufei: “I clearly understand your martial art skills, your magical finger is completely useless against me, but I have a special strategy to deal with you.”

Lu Xiaofeng only smiled as he listened to him.

Suddenly Fang Yufei turned his body around, and when he turned back, his hands were covered by a pair of silvery and glittering gloves. Not only the gloves were covered with needle sharp thorns, the fingers were equipped with tiger claw hooks.

Fang Yufei: “I developed this especially to deal with you. Your finger only needs to make one contact with this, in less than three steps, you will definitely fall down and die.”

Lu Xiaofeng laughed, “Can I not touch it?”

Fang Yufei: “You can’t.”

He continued slowly, “Clamping down the opponent’s weapon with your fingers has always been your usual practice. A usual practice of many years will not change in just a short moment, especially in the face of a danger. And I guarantee you will face a lot of danger.”

Lu Xiaofeng looked at his silvery gloves; in the end he sighed and with a bitter smile he said, “Looks like my death has been decided.”

Fang Yufei: “I have no doubt. You will definitely die.”

His voice and manner were full of confidence. When martial art masters were having a duel, confidence was actually a very formidable weapon, even more formidable than his pair of fantastic silver gloves.

The smiling expression on Lu Xiaofeng had disappeared.

At this moment, Fang Yufei already struck.

End of Chapter 10.

[Justin13]

OMG another super twist! Gu Long is truly the best at wuxia novels. I respect him with every cell of my body. All the women are dead; the multiple relationships and jealousy and real love, fake love is incredible!

Although LXF will win the fight (so we can have Book 5!), I am totally keen to see what happens next. I guess LXF may also have some secret skill FTYH has no idea about. In that case, won't LXF be the best fighter around as Yu Luocha is dead as well. Hmmm... (i don't give a $hit about the 3 old men, after all, they'll be dead in a few years). Hopefully we can see more of Chuixue, Manlou, Zhaixing and Zhu Ting!

[Cesare]

Hopefully we can see more of Chuixue, Manlou, Zhaixing and Zhu Ting!

Ah yes. Esp. Hua Manlou and Zhu Ting. I really miss those two.

foxs & Eliza: Good job as usual. Thanks...

[aliderhamy]

just like that. wow...

ok what if LXF dies in this fight, but his old friend suddenly repents becouse lxf made it possible for him to xplore true love. And so his old friend takes on his identity and voes to fulfil LXF lifes jouney. wouldentt hat also make book 5 possible ? just saying... hahaha

[yeongwee]

It seems that anytime LXF is seen together with a long time friend early in the story that is not Ximen Chuixue, Hua Man Lou, Zhu Ting or that Sikong bandit guy, we can automatically assume he's the bad guy mastermind...

[junny]

just like that. wow...

ok what if LXF dies in this fight, but his old friend suddenly repents becouse lxf made it possible for him to xplore true love. And so his old friend takes on his identity and voes to fulfil LXF lifes jouney. wouldentt hat also make book 5 possible ? just saying... hahaha

Lu Xiaofeng doesn't die in the series.

[aliderhamy]

there are a lot of clues that tell u LFX old time friend was crokid. things like him not helping LXF on his journeys and such. The line "A friend in need is a friend indeed". LXF was many a time in need of help and yet this "friend" was never there to help.

[Justin13]

It seems that anytime LXF is seen together with a long time friend early in the story that is not Ximen Chuixue, Hua Man Lou, Zhu Ting or that Sikong bandit guy, we can automatically assume he's the bad guy mastermind...

Hey that's pretty true... Book 1 was Old Man Huo Xiu who appeared in Chapter 2, Book 2 was Jin Jiu Ling in Chapter 1, Book 3 was Ye Gu Cheng in Chapter 1 as well! Thanks Fox and Eliza!

[foxs]

Chapter 11 – A Bunch of Ugly Condemns
(Translated by Foxs, Edited by Eliza Bennet)

The light flickered, dazzling Lu Xiaofeng's eyes. Strange and crafty styles, each stance spelled death.

The room was not too wide to begin with; Lu Xiaofeng practically did not have any room to retreat.

In this world, there are people who had never suffered any defeat.

Lu Xiaofeng was that kind of person. Could it be that today he will suffer defeat in here?

With his hands behind his back, Gu Song was standing on the farthest corner, coldly watching the battle. Suddenly he asked, "Do you think he will be defeated?"

Ku Zhu mumbled intelligibly then said, "What do you think?"

Gu Song: "I think he will be defeated. No doubt."

Ku Zhu sighed and said, "I never thought there will come a day Lu Xiaofeng will be defeated."

Gu Song: "I was not talking about Lu Xiaofeng."

Ku Zhu was surprised, "No?"

Gu Song: "I said Fang Yufei will be defeated."

Ku Zhu: "But right now he seems to have the upper hand."

Gu Song: "Occupying the upper hand position early in the battle only wasting one's strength; in the battle between masters, the key to victory or defeat lies in the very last strike."

Ku Zhu: "But right now Lu Xiaofeng already seems unable to defend himself."

Gu Song: "It's not that he is unable, he is only unwilling."

Ku Zhu: "Why?"

Gu Song: "He is waiting."

Ku Zhu: "Waiting for the very last opportunity, to make the very last strike?"

Gu Song: "Too much talk leads to error; by taking the upper hand, by rushing to the offensive early, one will make a wrong move sooner or later."

Ku Zhu: "And that's when Lu Xiaofeng will get the opportunity to strike?"

Gu Song: "That's right."

Ku Zhu: "Even if there is such opportunity, it will surely be like a white steed flitting past a crack, an opportunity that will disappear in a flash."

Gu Song: "Naturally."

Ku Zhu: "And you think he will not miss it?"

Gu Song: "I believe that if he wanted to make a move, one strike is all he need."

All this time Han Mei was quietly listening on the side, but his eyes seemed to have that kind of mocking or ridiculing laugh. Suddenly, with a cold laugh he said, "Too bad there's always time when somebody will miscalculate."

When he started talking, Fang Yufei had just managed to push Lu Xiaofeng toward the corner they were standing.

Nobody could describe the speed with which he drew his sword, nobody could see clearly his movements when he drew his sword, all they could see was the flashing of the sword!

The flashing of the sword, as fast as the lightning, went straight toward Lu Xiaofeng's back.

It was definitely a fatal strike!

Lu Xiaofeng was hounded to death by the attack from the front, perhaps not even in his dream he would ever imagined that the fatal strike would come from behind instead.

How could he evade?

He could!

Just because he was Lu Xiaofeng.

There were sixty split seconds in one snap of the fingers; the crucial point to decide life and death is no more than one split second. In that split second he suddenly twisted his body, just as if his body suddenly shrank.

Like a flying arrow the sword by, once released, it could not be pulled back.

The sword's ray penetrated his clothes, but did not penetrate his back. Instead, the sword's ray went straight toward Fang Yufei who was directly in front of him.

Fang Yufei clapped his palms to clamp the blade of the sword.

He also did not have anywhere to evade the sword, it was merely a desperate last minute move to save his own life.

Too bad he forgot that his opponent was not Han Mei, but Lu Xiaofeng.

And Lu Xiaofeng was right by his side.

Almost in that same split second, Lu Xiaofeng had made his move.

Nobody could describe the speed of this strike, nobody could see clearly his movements, but they could see that a bloody hole appeared in the middle of Fang Yufei's chest.

They could see very clearly, because fresh blood was starting to flow out from his chest.

His body slowly turned ice-cold and stiff, yet he had not fallen down, because there was a sword sticking into his chest.

Han Mei's sword.

It was truly a fatal strike, but it was not Lu Xiaofeng's world-famous finger, rather, it was this sword.

When Lu Xiaofeng's finger struck in between his eyebrows, his hands, which were clamping the blade of the sword, loosened; the sword, which still carried a residue of the thrusting force, pierced his chest.

Han Mei's body also seemed to stiffen and turned ice-cold -- there is always a time when somebody miscalculates, but this time it was he who miscalculated.

The outcome of this affair was truly beyond anybody's expectation.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the hole in between Fang Yufei's eyebrows and slowly said, "I said I would give you one, and I definitely must deliver."

Fang Yufei looked at him with empty eyes; his hawk-like sharp gaze had already turned empty grey. The corners of his mouth suddenly twitched into a mocking smile as he struggled to say, "Originally, I have always envied you very much."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Oh?"

Fang Yufei: "Because you have four eyebrows."

He gasped for breath, but struggled hard to continue, "But you cannot compete with me now, because I have two a**holes. I guarantee that you will never surpass me in this regard."

Lu Xiaofeng did not open his mouth, in fact, he was unable to open his mouth.

Fang Yufei looked at him. Suddenly he laughed; he laughed hard as he drew back. The sword came out of his chest, blood splashed out.

His laughter stopped instantly.

When he stopped breathing, blood was still dripping from the sword in Han Mei's hand.

Han Mei's face was ashen.

It was as if the blood dripping from the tip of his sword was not only Fang Yufei's, but also his own.

He did not dare to look up, he did not dare to face Ku Zhu and Gu Song; but they were staring at him.

Suddenly Gu Song sighed and said, "You were right, there's always time when somebody will misread something; I have misread you."

Ku Zhu also sighed and said, "How could you work hand in glove with this man? How could you do this kind of thing?"

Suddenly Han Mei shouted, "Because I don't want to be bullied by you for the rest of my life!"

Ku Zhu: "But you are willing to be bullied by Fang Yufei?"

With a cold laugh Han Mei said, "If we succeeded, I would become the Cult Leader of the Luocha Cult. Fang Yufei would rule inside the Great Wall, I would control the outside. The Luocha Cult joins hands with the Black Tiger Hall, no doubt we would be unchallenged under the heavens."

Ku Zhu: "Have you forgotten your age? We have lived in seclusion on Kunlun Mountains for twenty years, haven’t you whittled the greed in your heart?"

Han Mei: "It is exactly because I am old, exactly because I have wasted several dozen years of tedious days, that I wanted to do something earth-shattering while I am still alive."

Gu Song coldly said, "It's a pity that you did not succeed."

With a cold laugh Han Mei replied, "I don't care if I succeed or I failed. Either way, I will never be bullied by you."

A dead man will never be bullied by anybody.

Night. The dark long lane, the dismal and frigid fog.

Lu Xiaofeng slowly stepped out into the dark. Gu Song and Ku Zhu slowly walked by his side. The sparse stars were sinking.

Their moods were sinking even lower -- sometimes a success cannot replace true happiness.

But at least success is a lot better than failure.

Beyond this long lane, the outside world was still covered in darkness.

Suddenly Gu Song asked, "Have you anticipated the sword from your back?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded.

Gu Song: "So you figured out early on that he was in cahoots with Fang Yufei?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded again, he said, "Because they have made a mistake.”

Gu Song: “Tell us.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “That day, Han Mei shouldn’t have forced me to fight Zhao Junwu; seemed to me he was simply trying to buy Fang Yufei some time.”

“Humph,” Gu Song snorted.

Lu Xiaofeng continued, “When one’s secret is exposed, when one is at the end of the line, one would not have the confidence Fang Yufei had just displayed, unless he had another way out.”

Gu Song: “That’s why you deliberately put yourself in dire situation first; that was also not a good thing.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Everybody needs to have self-confidence, but too much confidence in oneself is also not a good thing.”

Gu Song: “It was because he was so confident that you were going to die that you did not die.”

Lu Xiaofeng laughed, “Oftentimes, it was when one is closest to success that one would be most negligent.”

Gu Song: “Because he thought success was already knocking on his door, his guard was down and his arrogance rose up.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Therefore, the number of people who really achieved success is indeed not too many.”

Gu Song was silent for quite a long time before he suddenly asked, “There is one more thing that I do not understand.”

[foxs]

Lu Xiaofeng: “Tell me.”

Gu Song: “You really have never seen the real Luocha Tablet?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “I haven’t.”

Gu Song: “But with one glance you were able to tell whether it was genuine or fake?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Because it was the Big Boss Zhu’s craftsmanship. Big Boss Zhu is my friend, I know his special characteristic.”

Gu Song: “What special characteristic?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “When he produces a replica, he always leaves a distinguishing mark, he intentionally wants people to find it.”

Gu Song: “What kind of distinguishing mark?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “For example, when he copied the Han Gan horse, oftentimes he would deliberately paint a little worm on the horse’s mane.”

Gu Song: “When he copied the Luocha Tablet, what distinguishing mark did he leave?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “The back of the Luocha Tablet is engraved with images of various deities and various demons, among which was a flower-scattering fairy [orig. ‘tian nu’ - female heavenly being, celestial woman].”

Gu Song: “That’s right.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “With just one glance I was able to recognize the face of that flower-scattering fairy.”

Gu Song: “How come?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Because that was the Lady Boss’ face.”

Gu Song: “Lady Boss?”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, “The Lady Boss is of course the Boss Zhu’s wife.”

Gu Song’s face looked ashen, with a cold voice he said, “Therefore, you must have also seen that the Luocha Tablet Fang Yuxiang took from the Blue Beard’s bosom is also a fake article.”

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said, “Actually, I did not want to look, but I could not bear not to give it a glance; therefore …”

Gu Song: “Therefore what?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Therefore, very soon I will have a bad luck.”

Gu Song: “Bad luck? What bad luck?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Han Mei’s kind of bad luck.”

Gu Song’s countenance fell.

Lu Xiaofeng continued, “Han Mei did all that because he was unwilling to acquiesce to old age, unwilling to be lonely, but what about you?”

Gu Song closed his mouth, he was unwilling to answer.

Lu Xiaofeng said, “If the two of you are really that kind of hermits who are without care of the world and live a simple life, why would you join the Luocha Cult? If you do not harbor the desire to be the Luocha Cult’s Jiaozhu, why would you kill Yu Tianbao?”

Ku Zhu’s countenance also changed greatly, “What did you say?” he sternly asked.

Lu Xiaofeng matter-of-factly said, “I am simply stating a simple logic.”

Ku Zhu: “What logic?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “If you are truly loyal and devoted to the Luocha Cult, why didn’t you kill me to avenge the son of your Jiaozhu?”

He chuckled and then answered his own question, “Because you know that Yu Tianbao did not die in my hands. I have never even seen him. Who actually killed him, in your hearts you certainly know how things stand."

Ku Zhu coldly said, "If you are a really smart person, you should not have said these things."

Lu Xiaofeng: "I said these things, only because I know a simpler logic."

Ku Zhu: “What logic?”

Lu Xiaofeng: "It doesn't matter whether I said these things or not, I will still fall into the bad luck."

Ku Zhu: "Why?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Because I have seen the Luocha Tablet, because in this world I am the only one who knows that Luocha Tablet is a fake. If you intend to use that Luocha Tablet to ascend the Jiaozhu's throne of the Luocha Cult, you have no choice but to kill me to close my mouth."

He sighed, then added, "Right now there is nobody else around here; this is precisely the best opportunity for you to make your move. Song Zhu Shen Jian [Divine Sword of Pine and Bamboo; Gu Song and Ku Zhu's name mean 'lone pine' and 'dry bamboo', respectively], combined double sword to form a wall, I am definitely not your match."

Gu Song looked at him with cold eyes; suddenly he said, "You gave Fang Yufei a chance, I can also give you a chance."

Lu Xiaofeng: "What chance?"

Gu Song: "I'll let you run right now, as long as you can escape from us this time, we will definitely no longer look for you in the future."

Lu Xiaofeng: "I cannot escape."

Although Gu Song and Ku Zhu seemed to be standing casually, the position they occupied was actually very ingenious; they were like a pair of pliers, ready to pinch Lu Xiaofeng in the middle.

Although right now the pliers had not clamped down, they were already like fully-taut bows, ready to spring into action. Perhaps no one under the heavens would be able to escape from the clamping of these pliers.

Lu Xiaofeng was able to see this fact very clearly, yet his laughter was still very cheerful, "I know that I won't be able to escape from you, but there is one thing that you do not know."

Gu Song: "Oh?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "Even if I am able to escape, I will not run away. Even if you cannot catch up with me, I will still not run away."

Gu Song: "You want to die?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "I’m even more reluctant to die."

Gu Song did not understand, Ku Zhu was even more clueless. Less than several people in the world would understand the way Lu Xiaofeng deals with his problems.

Lu Xiaofeng: "In the last six years, I should have died at least sixty times, but until now I am still alive and well. Do you know why?"

Gu Song: "Tell us."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Because I have friends. I have a lot of friends. Among those friends, fortunately there is one or two who knows how to use a sword."

As the word 'sword' came out of his mouth, Gu Song suddenly felt an intense and cold sword aura on his back.

He turned around quickly, but did not see any sword. He only saw a man!

The intense and cold sword aura was actually coming from this man; this man's body seemed to be even sharper than the sword.

It was foggy. The fog was gradually getting thicker.

This man was standing in the hazy fog, in the middle of the ice-cold thick fog, as if he was coming from a distant past to stand in there, or perhaps he had just appeared from nowhere into the thick fog.

Although this man was sharper than the sword, yet just like the fog, he also looked empty and blurred, faintly indiscernible like an imaginary shadow.

Gu Song and Ku Zhu could not see his face, but they could see this man was wearing white clothes, as white as snow.

Peerless sword of the present age. Only his presence carried a sword aura that was nearer and more threatening than a sword although there was no sword in his hand, although the sword had not left its sheath.

The pupils of Gu Song and Ku Zhu's eyes shrank. "Ximen Chuixue!"

They had not seen this man's face, in fact, they had never seen Ximen Chuixue before, yet in that instant they were already aware that this man must be Ximen Chuixue!

Unique and unmatched sword under the heavens.

Unique and unmatched under the heavens, Ximen Chuixue!

Ximen Chuixue had not moved, had not opened his mouth, had not pulled his sword, as a matter of fact, he did not even have any sword on him!

Lu Xiaofeng smiled again.

Gu Song could not bear not to ask, "When did you call him to come?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "I didn't call him, but fortunately among my friends, there is one or two who would call him for me."

Gu Song: "Finally you find the right man."

Ku Zhu coldly said, "It has always been our wish to see the 'bright moon night, indigo sky, one sword breaking the flying immortal' Ximen Chuixue."

Lu Xiaofeng: "That's why you would also go to look for him even though I did not call him to come."

Ku Zhu laughed coldly.

Ximen Chuixue suddenly said, "You are wrong."

Ku Zhu: "What's wrong?"

Ximen Chuixue: "The swordsmanship of the Master of the White Cloud Castle was just like white cloud in the clear sky, faultless and pure. Nobody can break his 'flying immortal of the outer sky'."

Ku Zhu: "You cannot either?"

Ximen Chuixue: "I cannot."

Ku Zhu: "But you did."

Ximen Chuixue: "The one who broke that 'flying immortal of the outer sky' was not me."

Ku Zhu: "If it was not you, who was it?"

Ximen Chuixue: "He himself."

Ku Zhu did not understand, Gu Song also did not understand. The way Ximen Chuixue spoke, less than several people in the world would understand.

Ximen Chuixue: "Although his swordsmanship was pure, his heart was not."

His eyes shone as he slowly continued, "The essence of the sword power lies in the 'sincere heart and upright mind'; when one's heart is filthy, how can he not be defeated?"

Ku Zhu suddenly felt a gust of sword aura rushing in. These words were sharper than the sword.

Wasn't it because his own heart was not pure?

Ximen Chuixue said, "If the heart is not pure, the sword will be definitely weak ..."

Eventually, Ku Zhu could not bear not to interrupt him. "Where is your sword?" he asked in stern voice.

Ximen Chuixue: "I have it."

Ku Zhu: "Where?"

Ximen Chuixue: "Everywhere!"

[foxs]

It was also a hard-to-understand word, but Ku Zhu understood it, Gu Song also understood it well -- if his being and his sword had been dissolved into one entity, his body was the sword; as long his being existed, all objects under the heavens was his sword -- it was precisely the highest and most profound realm of swordsmanship.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "It seems to me that after your duel with Ye Gucheng, your swordsmanship has advanced one more level."

Ximen Chuixue was silent for a long time before finally he slowly said, "There is still one thing you do not understand."

Lu Xiaofeng: "Oh?"

Ximen Chuixue's shining eyes suddenly became like the fog, empty, blurry, and melancholy, "[COLOR=black]With a sword I defeated the [/COLOR]Master of the White Cloud Castle. All over the world, who is worthy to accompany me using that sword again?"[COLOR=black][/COLOR]

Ku Zhu coldly said, "I ..."

Ximen Chuixue did not let him continue, he coldly said, "You are even not worthy, if you must depend on the collaboration of a pair of swords to defeat the enemy and achieve victory, this kind of swordsmanship is only fit to trim the flowers and cut the cloth."

Suddenly there was a ringing noise, the sword had left its sheath.

Ku Zhu's sword!

The sword ray split the air, it flew ten zhang away.

Although the mighty power of this sword was incomparable to the 'flying immortal of the outer sky', it stood out above the lone steep hill, just like the ten-thousand years old dry bamboo resisting the cold wind on the mountain peak.

Ximen Chuixue still had not moved, had not drawn his sword.

There was no sword in his hand, where was his sword?

Suddenly, there was another clear ringing sound, the sword ray dispersed, the shadows of the two men came together, but suddenly separated again.

The fog was getting thicker, getting colder.

The two men stood facing each other, the tip of Ku Zhu's sword was dripping with blood...

His own sword, his own blood.

But the sword was no longer in his hand, this sword pierced his heart from the front, and went through his body to appear on his back.

He looked at Ximen Chuixue in shock, as if he did not believe this really happened.

Ximen Chuixue coldly said, “I believe you should know by now where my sword is?”

Ku Zhu wanted to speak, but he could only cough.

Ximen Chuixue coldly said, “My sword was in your hand, your sword is mine.”

Ku Zhu roared wildly and pulled the sword out.

As soon as the blade came out of his chest, blood spurted out like a flying arrow.

Ximen Chuixue still had not moved.

The blood splashed in front of him, falling down like rain, the tip of the sword also went straight to him, and then dropped down on the ground.

When Ku Zhu fell down, he did not even give him a glance.

He was looking at Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng could not refrain from heaving a sigh, but Gu Song actually was holding his breath.

Ximen Chuixue said, “You sent people to get me, and here I am!”

Lu Xiaofeng: “I know you would certainly come.”

Ximen Chuixue: “Because I owe you one.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Because you are my friend.”

Ximen Chuixue: “Even though we are friends, this is the last time I am helping you.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “The last time?”

Ximen Chuixue coldly said, “I have paid my debt of gratitude, I do not owe you anything anymore, I also do not wish you to owe me anything, therefore …”

With a bitter smile Lu Xiaofeng continued, “Therefore, if next time you see me about to die under someone else’s hand, you will not do anything anymore.”

Ximen Chuixue only looked at him with his cold gaze; he did not deny at all.

And then suddenly he disappeared, disappeared into the wind, disappeared into the fog; just like the way he appeared, so mysterious and unexpected.

Gu Song did not move, he did not move for a very, very long time, as if he had suddenly turned into an ancient pine tree. [Reminder: ‘Song’ means pine tree.]

The cold fog filled the air, so dense that eventually Ku Zhu’s body, which lay about ten zhang away, was no longer visible, let alone Ximen Chuixue, whose shadow had disappeared for a long time.

Gu Song heaved a very deep sigh, he suddenly said, “That man is not human, he is definitely not human.”

Although Lu Xiaofeng did not deny, he did not acknowledge either – if one’s swordsmanship has reached the divine level, won’t that mean the person has also reached divinity? His body is his sword, his sword is his god!

Lu Xiaofeng’s eyes suddenly showed an indescribable emotion, perhaps it was sympathy and sadness.

Unexpectedly Gu Song looked at him, with a cold voice he asked, “You have sympathy for him?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “My sympathy is not toward him.”

Gu Song: “It is not?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “He is married and they have a child, originally I thought he would change into a real human.”

Gu Song: “But he hasn’t changed.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “No, he hasn’t.”

Gu Song: “Sword is eternally unchanging, if he is the sword, how could he change?”

Lu Xiaofeng sighed dejectedly – sword is eternally unchanging, sword will always hurt people.

Gu Song: “If a woman becomes the wife of a sword, naturally her life will not be pleasant.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Naturally.”

Gu Song: “Therefore, your sympathy is toward his wife.”

Lu Xiaofeng could not refrain from sighing again.

Gu Song stared at him then he slowly said, “There must be a lot of sad events in the past between you. It is very possible that his wife was yours. The past events are unbearable to recall, you …”

When the word ‘you’ came out of his mouth, his sword had already moved.

The sword flashed like a lightning, straight toward Lu Xiaofeng’s throat!

The throat is the most fatal point in a human’s body, and right now Lu Xiaofeng was at the most frail state of mind.

The unbearable-to-recall past events, why do they always make one become sorrowful and weak?

Gu Song had chosen the best chance to strike!

His sword was faster than Ku Zhu’s, the distance between Lu Xiaofeng and him was no more than an arm’s length.

This sword move was undoubtedly a fatal strike, he made his move with complete confidence.

Too bad he had forgotten one small detail – his opponent was not anybody else, but it was Lu Xiaofeng!

The sword stabbed, a cold ray flashed.

Right at this same split second, Lu Xiaofeng also made his move – he only extended his two fingers and pinched lightly!

No one can describe the speed and the magical characteristic of this pinch; the power displayed by this pinch was almost beyond the limits of a human being’s potential.

The cold ray vanished, the sword also blocked, he suddenly found that the blade of the sword was clamped between Lu Xiaofeng’s two fingers.

Gu Song pulled the sword, he pulled again!

The sword would not budge!

Gu Song’s entire body trembled in fear. Suddenly he let his sword go and leaped high into the sky he jumped five zhang away.

The speed and power with which he ran away was also beyond anybody’s imagination, because he knew it was a matter of life and death to him.

The power a human being is capable of exerting in order to save his own life oftentimes is difficult for others to fathom.

Lu Xiaofeng did not pursue.

Because right this moment he suddenly felt that a shadow appeared in the midst of the thick fog ahead.

A hazy shadow of a man, seemingly more blurry than the fog, seemingly more illusory than the fog, even more unfathomable than the fog.

Even if you saw him appear with your own eyes, you would feel it difficult to believe that he really did appear from the earth. Even if you knew very well that he is not a ghost, you would also find it difficult to believe that he was a real human being.

Gu Song’s elegant posture as he soared like a dragon in the sky suddenly halted and he dropped straight down to the ground, as if in that split second his mighty power suddenly crumbled and completely vanished.

Because he also saw this man, the man who appeared human but not quite a human, who appeared ghost yet not quite one.

‘Bang!’ This man, whose qinggong was peerless among the Wulin masters, unexpectedly dropped down to the ground, just like a piece of rock, and no longer moving.

It appeared that not only his strength suddenly crumbled and vanished completely, but even his life had completely gone.

Could it be that this sudden collapse only because he had seen this man?

Could it be that this man’s body emits a power which will make others collapse and die? Could it be that he was the death?

The fog had not dispersed, the man had not walked away.

The man in the fog seemed to look at Lu Xiaofeng from a distance, Lu Xiaofeng was also looking at him, he could even see his eyes.

No one can describe that kind of eyes.

Obviously his eyes were located horizontally across his face, but his face seemed to be dissolved in the fog. Obviously his eyes were shining, but even this kind of shine seemed to blur into the fog and became indiscernible.

[foxs]

Although Lu Xiaofeng was looking at his eyes, he seemed to feel that probably he was just looking at the fog.

The man in the fog suddenly said, “Lu Xiaofeng?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “You know me?”

The man in the fog: “Not only I know you, I am also grateful to you.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Grateful?”

The man in the fog: “Grateful over two different matters.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Oh?”

The man in the fog: “Grateful because you helped me removing the scum in my own school and the enemy outside, also grateful because you are not my enemy.”

Lu Xiaofeng took a very deep breath and said, “You are …”

The man in the fog: “I am surnamed Yu [jade].”

Lu Xiaofeng slowly exhaled before saying, “Yu? Yu as in ‘precious jade’?”

The man in the fog: “Precious jade without a mind of its own, precious jade is undefeatable.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Undefeatable means did not die?”

The man in the fog: “The Jade of the Western Region, as everlasting as the Heaven and the Earth.”

Lu Xiaofeng exhaled again, “You are the Western Region’s Yu Luocha?”

The man in the fog: “I am.”

The fog was hazy grey, he was also hazy grey; standing in the midst of the fog, he looked similarly blurry, similarly vague as his surroundings.

Was he really a human being? Or was he a ghost?

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly laughed, he laughed while shaking his head, “Actually, I should’ve thought of it early on.”

The Western Region’s Yu Luocha asked, “Think of what?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “I should’ve thought early on that your death was only a trick.”

Yu Luocha: “Why would I use such trick?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Because you personally founded the Western Region’s Luocha Cult, of course you would hope that it will be as everlasting as the Heaven and the Earth.”

Yu Luocha admitted.

Lu Xiaofeng: “But the organization of Western Region’s Luocha Cult is simply too big, the elements inside are simply too complex. When you are still alive, nobody dare to challenge your authority, but when you are dead, would these people continue to show the same devotion and loyalty to your descendants?”

Yu Luocha said matter-of-factly, “Even the most pure gold unavoidably will not reach 100% purity, much less people.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “You must have known early on that among your people, there are some people who are not loyal to you. You will want your offspring to retain this share of your family estate, so you wanted to find these people first.”

Yu Luocha: “When you are about to cook rice, don’t you also pick the grains of barnyard millet [稗 - Echinochloa crusgalli] from the grains of rice first?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “But you also knew that this is not going to be an easy task, some grains of barnyard millet are white; they are very difficult to distinguish when mixed with the grains of rice. Only when they have nothing to fear from you will they appear in their true colors.”

Yu Luocha: “Only when I died, otherwise, they would never dare!”

Lu Xiaofeng: “It’s a pity that desiring your death is really not easy; therefore, you resorted to this trick of feigning death.”

Yu Luocha: “This is one of the very ancient schemes, but it survives until today precisely because it is still effective.”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, “Now it appears your scheme is a total success, you must be very happy, are you not?”

Although he was smiling, his voice seemed to carry a hint of unspeakable mocking tone.

Naturally Yu Luocha was able to catch this mocking tone, he asked back immediately, “Why must I not be happy?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Although you have saved enough water for your descendants to preserve the world, the family estate which will not be defeated for all ages, but what about your son?”

Suddenly Yu Luocha laughed. His laughter was just like his personality, gloomy and faintly indiscernible; his laughter also seemed brimming with an unspeakable mocking tone.

Lu Xiaofeng did not understand why he was still able to laugh.

Yu Luocha was still laughing; he laughed when he said, “If you think the one who died under their hands was my real son, you underestimate me too much.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “So the one who died under their hands was not really Yu Tianbao?”

Yu Luocha: “It was Yu Tianbao all right, but Yu Tianbao was not my son.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “They have been with you for many years, could it be that they did not even know who your son is?”

Yu Luocha lightly said, “The day my son was born, he is not my son anymore.”

Lu Xiaofeng was confused even more.

Yu Luocha: “I know it is hard for you to understand, because you are not the Cult Leader of the Western Region’s Luocha Cult.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “And if I were?”

Yu Luocha: “If you are, then you would know that when one reaches this kind of position, one would have absolutely no time to teach one’s own son, because the matters you have to attend is simply too much.”

His voice suddenly became somewhat melancholy, “The woman who gave birth to my son, she died of childbirth on the same day. If a child, who is to become the future Jiaozhu of the Western Region’s Luocha Cult, does not have his parents’ admonition for all his life, what kind of man do you think he would grow into?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Certainly a man like Yu Tianbao.”

Yu Luocha: “Naturally you do not want someone like that to inherit the organization you founded.”

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head again, and he sighed again.

Suddenly he realized that being the Cult Leader of the Western Region’s Luocha Cult was indeed not easy, raising his own child to become a responsible adult was truly not easy.

Yu Luocha continued, “Therefore, by the seventh day after he was born, I handed him over to my most trusted man to be raised. Also on that same day, I adopted other people’s child to be my own. Nobody knows this secret until today.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Why do you tell it to me now?”

Yu Luocha: “Because I trust you.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “But we are not friends at all.”

Yu Luocha: “Exactly because we are neither friends nor foes that I trust you.”

His eyes were gleaming with that kind of mocking laugh again, “If you were the Cult Leader of the Western Region’s Luocha Cult, you would understand my meaning.”

Lu Xiaofeng understood.

Sometimes, some friends are more terrifying than foes.

It’s just that although he had also experienced that kind of bitter friendship, he had never lost confidence in his friends.

Because he was not the Cult Leader of Western Region’s Luocha Cult.

He did not want to be, he had also never wanted to be a Cult Leader of any Cult. Supposed some people come to him and bring him up in a sedan chair, he would definitely not go.

Lu Xiaofeng was Lu Xiaofeng.

Yu Luocha’s gaze seemed to penetrate the dense fog and see through his heart. He suddenly laughed again and said, “Although you are not the Western Region’s Luocha Cult Jiaozhu, I know that you understand me very well. Likewise, although I am not Lu Xiaofeng, I can understand you very well.”

Whether he wanted to or not, Lu Xiaofeng could not deny this fact.

Although he was still unable to see this man’s face clearly, but between them, without a doubt there was already an understanding and respect, which other people would find hard to understand.

A kind of mutual respect.

He knew that Yu Luocha was very thorough in his thoughts and very profound in his vision, which he himself would never able to achieve.

Again, Yu Luocha seemed to touch his feeling, he continued slowly, “I am grateful you are not my enemy, because I have just discovered a very terrifying matter.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “What is it?”

Yu Luocha: “You are the most terrifying person I have ever met in all my life. The things that you can do, many of those I would never be able to achieve. Therefore, I come here this time, originally I wanted to kill you.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “But now?”

Yu Luocha: “But now I only want to ask you one thing.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “Go ahead.”

Yu Luocha: “Right now we are neither friends nor foe, but what about later?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “I hope it will always be like this.”

Yu Luocha: “You really hope so?”

Lu Xiaofeng: “I do.”

Yu Luocha: “But maintaining this kind of relationship is really not easy.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “I know.”

Yu Luocha: “You won’t regret it?”

Lu Xiaofeng laughed and said, “I also wish you would understand one thing.”

Yu Luocha: “Tell me.”

Lu Xiaofeng: “In all my life, I have met a lot of terrifying people, but no one is more terrifying than you!”

Yu Luocha laughed. When he started to laugh, he was still standing in the midst of the fog, but by the time Lu Xiaofeng heard his laughter, he had already disappeared.

In this kind of hazy dense fog, meeting such a person as blurry as the fog, and then seeing that person fade away just like in a dream.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt that even he himself seemed to be lost in the fog.

After all is said and done, did he achieve success in this matter? Or did he fail? Even he was not able to tell clearly …

The End

[zhouyu]

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[Cesare]

Fantastic.

Thanks very very very much...
And if you (or anyone else) feels like translating more of the series, I'll be infinitely grateful...:-)

[Justin13]

A Million thanks and a wonderful end to August.

[Han Solo]

Thanks for the translation.

Added to the completed works links.

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[little Fish]

wow

that was alot of twists all in one go...

haha Thanks alot guys. I appreciate your efforts alot :-)