Li Yanchu didn’t make a move to help Master Wu Hu. That monk was steeped in blood and killing aura, and had previously blocked the entrance to the Daoist temple hall to forcibly recruit people. He clearly wasn't some kind of righteous figure. Suddenly, the scrawny man playing the erhu launched a silent, stealthy attack from behind. Yet just moments ago, those very strings had sliced the Spirit-Linker clean in half. Clearly, that erhu was a deadly weapon. Li Yanchu moved swiftly, darting out from beside the tall foreign warrior. The erhu string collided with the blood-red curved saber, and a crisp metallic sound rang out. “Blind Zhou, are you trying to kill me!?” the tall foreign warrior shouted angrily. The erhu-wielding expert showed a helpless expression. “My bad! My bad, just a slip!” Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel·fıre·net The foreign warrior, named Mancha, was already seething from earlier when Li Yanchu’s speed had thoroughly outclassed him, as his sharp saber couldn’t even touch Li Yanchu’s robe. And now he’d nearly been cut in half by Blind Zhou’s erhu string. Of course he was furious. Though Blind Zhou looked sleazy and scrawny, his martial prowess was deadly. His eyes were cold and sharp, and why he was called “Blind Zhou” was a mystery. Li Yanchu used Mancha as a moving shield. One man fighting two, and yet he was more at ease than before! In fact, Mancha was the one who nearly got injured multiple times by Blind Zhou’s strings. He was panting heavily, eyes bloodshot with rage. Clearly, he was utterly infuriated. Blind Zhou frowned. “Mancha, this Daoist moves too fast. Step back.” Mancha, breathing like a bull, didn’t argue. He simply began to withdraw. Blind Zhou, despite his weaselly appearance, wielded a lethal erhu, which was perfect for dealing with a fast-moving opponent . He would clearly be more effective in this fight. Unfortunately... Li Yanchu stayed close to Mancha like a shadow, pressing harder with each step. Mancha couldn’t shake him off at all! “There’s something wrong with this kid!” Blind Zhou shouted. And the long saber hanging at his waist still hadn’t left its sheath; clearly, he wasn’t even fighting seriously. Suddenly, Mancha stopped in his tracks, his eyes turning pitch black. His head suddenly detached from his body and lunged at Li Yanchu’s neck to bite it. A sky-piercing killing aura exploded outward instantly! Li Yanchu’s brows furrowed. With a light step, he swiftly leapt backward. Flying Head Barbarian! This was a powerful and sinister sorcery that required drinking the fresh blood of living humans to cultivate. It allowed the head and body to separate, and it was utterly eerie and unnatural! Mancha’s flying head had hair whipping wildly, and his pitch-black eyes were ghostly and menacing, moving like a specter. Beside him, Blind Zhou stood ready. With sharp erhu strings in hand, his eyes fixed on Li Yanchu like a tiger stalking prey. The sorcery that Mancha had cultivated, Flying Head Barbarian, was incredibly aggressive and dangerous. It was enough to threaten even this young Daoist. Blind Zhou was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike and sever Li Yanchu at the waist in a single blow. The flying head moved with terrifying speed, and its black eyes had a soul-binding, soul-seizing power. Anyone who made eye contact would risk having their spirit snatched away. Blind Zhou's eyes flew wide open; the whites of his eyes were vast, and the pupils were tiny. His face was filled with shock! The young Daoist had just smashed Mancha’s flying head with a single palm. A deafening explosion echoed out. It was so loud, it even drew the attention of the experts who had been surrounding and attacking Wu Hu. 2000 merit points gained! As expected of someone capable of entering a Blissful Land; such enemies offered rich rewards. Li Yanchu smiled faintly. Without hesitation, he leapt straight toward the jujube tree! Blind Zhou was stunned by that one palm strike! That... was pure jianghu martial arts!? he thought in disbelief. He was extremely sensitive to danger, and it was an instinct sharpened through years as an assassin. This young Daoist hadn’t revealed any particularly sharp presence until now... But that brief surge of aura just now was so intense, it made people afraid to even look directly at him. Blind Zhou hesitated. But that brief hesitation was all Li Yanchu needed, as he had already arrived in front of the jujube tree. Although he had mastered the Daoist Fasting Art and hungerlessness, how could a jujube tree in a Blissful Land be just an ordinary source of food? Blind Zhou wasn’t in a hurry. The jujube tree was massive, with well over hundreds of jin of fruit hanging on it. The fruits were also extremely tough. Even someone like Mancha, with his inhuman strength and hardy physique, would have to exert great effort just to pluck one. How many could Li Yanchu possibly pick on his own? Once Master Wu Hu was dealt with, they could either surround and finish off Li Yanchu or just let him escape; either option would be a safe and superior strategy. Blind Zhou had roamed the jianghu for years, cutting down humans, ghosts, corpses, and demons alike with his sharp erhu. He relied on one principle: stability. But in the next moment, Blind Zhou’s eyes widened in disbelief. Li Yanchu swung his saber in a single arc, slicing the entire miraculous jujube tree in half at the trunk. Blind Zhou couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This tree’s wood was exceptionally tough and resistant to most spells and techniques, yet it had just been cut clean through with a single strike? Li Yanchu stepped forward, hugged the massive jujube tree, and dashed off in a blur. In one step, he crossed over ten zhang. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished into the dark of night. “...” Blind Zhou was speechless. Though it sounds like a lot had happened, in reality, from the moment Li Yanchu shattered the flying head with his Divine Astral Hands to the instant he chopped down the tree and fled, only seconds had passed! His saber, the triple-enhanced Jiaoslayer, was unimaginably sharp. One silent strike, and the tree was down. Then he was gone, without a trace. And that massive, heavy jujube tree? In Li Yanchu’s hands, it might as well have weighed nothing. Just that sheer divine strength was enough to inspire awe. Meanwhile, the sinister middle-aged man, who had been manipulating Flying Daggers, had just blinded Wu Hu in one eye. With the monk eliminated, they had just removed one of Gongshu Peiyu’s strongest arms, and it was a major blow to the Gongshu family’s influence in this Blissful Land. Now, as long as they sent Mei Xuanzi back to report the news, they could lay an ambush right here to eliminate Gongshu Peiyu himself. Casually glancing over at where the jujube tree had stood, he suddenly froze. “Huh?! Where’s that massive jujube tree!?” The man’s name was Wei Tianying, and he was the leader of this group. He was usually incredibly composed, hiding his thoughts and never showing emotion. But now, he was clearly shaken. The place where the tree had been now showed a clean, smooth stumps; the enormous tree was completely gone! “Blind Zhou, where’s the jujube tree!?” Wei Tianying roared in fury. His voice immediately drew the attention of the others nearby. Everyone turned to look and were shocked! Blind Zhou's mind raced. Suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. His aura weakened, and he said in a feeble voice. “That young Daoist took it... he carried it away!” He deliberately acted as if he'd been injured. Losing a fight and having the tree stolen, that could be blamed on capability. But if he’d been strong enough to stop it and chose not to, that would reflect on his loyalty and attitude. Blind Zhou was no fool; he knew exactly what was at stake. “Damn it! Why are you all just standing there? After him!” Wei Tianying bellowed. That jujube tree was a true treasure of this Blissful Land. If it weren’t for their carefully laid plan to lure and kill members of the Gongshu family, they would have already harvested it. The fruits were filled with abundant vitality, capable of strengthening blood and body. They also contained pure spirit qi. This was no ordinary plant; it was a rare and extraordinary treasure. Hearing Wei Tianying’s order, Blind Zhou hesitated slightly but quickly followed. That young Daoist was born with divine strength, and his movement technique was frighteningly fast. If I go alone, I’m just asking to die... Blind Zhou moved quickly, but his thoughts were crystal clear. Suddenly, Master Wu Hu let out a burst of loud, hearty laughter. “Good! Good! Excellent! You sneaky little rats schemed so hard, only to have the treasure snatched away right in front of you! How satisfying!”