TFOD Chapter 114

Jin Guangyao gritted his teeth and tapped several points on his severed arm. He was losing too much blood and felt dizzy. Suddenly, Nie Mingjue took a step toward him, staring directly at him with both eyes, and he was immediately terrified. Su She, who was at his side, coughed up another mouthful of blood and shouted hoarsely, “You idiot! What are you still standing there for? Stop him! Stop that thing at the door!”

The Lanling Jin Sect cultivators, who had long been out of it, finally surrounded Nie Mingjue with their swords, but the first two were immediately knocked away by Nie Mingjue with a single palm strike. Jin Guangyao sprinkled medicinal powder on his severed hand, but the powder was immediately washed away by the blood. He almost teared up as he tried to tear his clothing to bandage and stop the bleeding, but his left hand was originally burned by the poisonous smoke in the coffin and black box, so he couldn’t exert any strength. He trembled and struggled to tear his clothes for a long time, but failed, only adding to the pain. Su She scrambled over, tearing off his own white clothes to bandage him. Coincidentally, Lan Xichen was protecting Nie Huaisang and retreated to a safe place. Su She fumbled all over his body for extra ointment and powder but couldn’t find any. He said to Lan Xichen, “Sect Leader Lan! Sect Leader Lan, do you have any medicine? Please help, the Sect Leader has always treated you with courtesy. Please, just help us!”

Lan Xichen saw Jin Guangyao’s miserable appearance as he was about to faint, and a hint of pity flashed in his eyes. Just at that moment, they heard a series of screams. Nie Mingjue attacked with heavy punches, smashing three cultivators into a bloody pulp in one go!

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji stood in front of Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling. Wei Wuxian said, “Wen Ning! How did you encounter him?!”

Wen Ning, having finished reconnecting his hands, then went to fix his broken leg and said, “You told me to find Young Master Lan. I couldn’t find him at the inn, so I had to go out and look for him on the streets. Before I even saw Young Master Lan, I saw Red Peak walking on the street, as if he was looking for something. Those street children didn’t know the danger and thought he was the same as me, so they went up to bother him. Red Peak lost all reason and was going to tear them apart with his bare hands. I had no choice but to fight him all the way here…”

Wei Wuxian didn’t even need to ask why Wen Ning didn’t find Lan Wangji at the inn. He couldn’t sleep next to Lan Wangji, so how could the Lan family sleep next to him? He must have also gone out for a random walk and then encountered the fairy who was tailing after them to get reinforcements. This sudden thunderstorm must have started after Wen Ning and Nie Mingjue started fighting.

“Corpse” things, by nature, attract yin and gather evil, let alone two extraordinary fierce corpses!

Although the Lanling Jin Sect cultivators were no match for Nie Mingjue, they still charged forward bravely. However, when their swords struck Nie Mingjue, it was as if they had struck refined steel. They couldn’t even cut out a single bloody mark. Nie Huaisang peeked half his body out from behind Lan Xichen, fearfully and expectantly saying, “B-Big Brother, I, I am…”

Nie Mingjue’s pupil-less eyes glared fiercely, and he suddenly reached out to grab him. Lan Xichen slightly lowered his head, and with a cry like shattering ice, Nie Mingjue’s body stiffened.

Lan Xichen said, “Big Brother, this is Huaisang!”

Nie Huaisang said, “Big brother doesn’t even recognize me anymore…”

Wei Wuxian said, “He’s not just not recognizing you. He doesn’t even recognize who he is anymore!” Nie Mingjue was already a dead corpse driven by monstrous resentment, violent and ferocious, and he attacked indiscriminately. After a brief rest, Wen Ning stepped forward to fight again. However, Wen Ning’s resentment was not as deep as Nie Mingjue’s, and he was not as tall as him, plus Wei Wuxian’s flute was broken and he couldn’t use it to support him, putting him at a disadvantage. Jin Guangyao, who was lying on the ground, had barely managed to stop the bleeding from his severed hand. Su She climbed up and put him on his back, wanting to escape in the chaos. This action made Nie Mingjue become wary and notice them again. He threw Wen Ning away and strode towards Jin Guangyao. Jin Ling cried out, “Uncle! Run!”

Jiang Cheng saw that he actually gave a warning to the enemy, so he slapped him on the back of the head and roared, “Shut up!”

Jin Ling only came to his senses after getting slapped, but that was his uncle who had watched him grow up. In the past ten years or so, it couldn’t be said that Jin Guangyao had been bad to him. Seeing that he was about to die a tragic death at the hands of this fierce corpse, he blurted it out in desperation. When Nie Mingjue heard this cry, he seemed to turn his head in some confusion. Wei Wuxian’s heart tightened, and he said in a low voice, “This is bad!”

Nie Mingjue was now a fierce corpse, and of course, his resentment towards his enemy, Jin Guangyao, was the greatest. But fierce corpses don’t distinguish people with their eyes!

Jin Guangyao and Jin Ling had a close blood relationship. From the point of view of a yin and evil dead thing, these two living people had some similarities in their breathing and aura. If it was a yin and evil thing in a chaotic state, it would be even more difficult to distinguish. At this moment, Jin Guangyao had lost an arm, blood was flowing like a flood, his condition was weak, and he was half dead, while Jin Ling was alive and kicking. Nie Mingjue’s dead brain, which was not thinking, naturally had more interest in him.

Lan Wangji thrust Sweep Away the Dust, striking directly at Nie Mingjue’s heart. As expected, the tip of the sword stopped when it hit his chest. Nie Mingjue looked down at the bright, shiny sword, roared, and reached out to grab it. Lan Wangji immediately recalled Sweep Away the Dust. With a “clang,” it flew back into its scabbard, leaving him empty-handed. Then, he flipped his left hand, and the Wangji guqin appeared in his palm. Without hesitation, he played a few notes. Lan Xichen also brought Liebing back to his lips. Wei Wuxian waved out more than fifty talismans, throwing them all at Nie Mingjue. However, before those talismans could even get close to Nie Mingjue, they were ignited by his resentment and burned into ashes in the air!

Nie Mingjue roared and reached out to grab Jin Ling. Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling had already retreated to the corner of the wall, with no way to retreat. Jiang Cheng had no choice but to push Jin Ling behind him and draw out the Three Poisons, temporarily unable to use his spiritual energy. He braced himself to face the attack. The guqin and xiao were played in unison, but it was probably too late!

Nie Mingjue’s heavy fist pierced through a body.

But this body was not Jiang Cheng, nor was it Jin Ling.

Wen Ning stood at the corner of the wall, blocking them both. He grabbed Nie Mingjue’s steel-like arm with both hands, slowly pulling it out of his chest, leaving a large, transparent hole. No blood flowed out, only a little black internal organ debris fell out.

Wei Wuxian said, “Wen Ning!!!”

Jiang Cheng looked like he wanted to go crazy on the spot.

He said, “You? You?!”

The power of this punch was too great. Not only did it pierce through Wen Ning’s chest, but it also shattered part of his vocal cords. He couldn’t say a word before falling down.

In this position, he fell right onto Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling. His body was temporarily unable to move, but his eyes were still open, staring at the two of them without blinking.

Jin Ling had originally hated this murderer, this weapon that had pierced his father’s heart with one palm. Since childhood, he had vowed countless times that if he ever had the chance, he would cut Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning into a thousand pieces and tear them apart bit by bit. Later, he didn’t want to hate Wei Wuxian, so he put even more effort into hating Wen Ning. But at this moment, seeing this murderer, this weapon, have his heart pierced in front of them, he couldn’t even push Wen Ning away roughly, telling him not to lean on them.

He knew that he was a dead man. It didn’t matter if a hole was punched through him. Even if he was cut in half, it might not matter, but for some reason, tears just couldn’t stop welling up in his eyes.

After throwing this punch, Nie Mingjue’s movements also became sluggish.

Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen played in unison. The guqin sounded like flowing ice springs, and the xiao sounded like a cold wind. The sounds produced were hateful to Nie Mingjue. The combination was even more jarring, making his whole body feel a kind of stiffness, as if someone was tying him with an invisible rope. The rope was getting tighter and tighter, and he was getting angrier and angrier. Finally, he suddenly exploded, forcibly breaking free from the Barrier Breaking Sound and attacking the person playing the guqin. Lan Wangji calmly turned, avoiding his attack. The guqin music didn’t even stop for a moment. Nie Mingjue punched through a wall again. Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard two clear chirping sounds.

He pulled his fist out of the wall and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Wei Wuxian whistled twice more and smiled, “Hello, Red Peak. Do you recognize me?”

Nie Mingjue’s all-white, ferocious eyes stared at him quietly. Wei Wuxian said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t recognize me. You just need to recognize this whistle.”

Second Chapter of Hidden Edge

Lan Xichen slightly moved Liebing away and said, “Young Master Wei!”

His intention was to remind Wei Wuxian that his current body originally belonged to Mo Xuanyu, and Mo Xuanyu had a closer blood relationship with Jin Guangyao than he and Jin Ling. If Nie Mingjue released his resentment on him because of this, it would only be more difficult to deal with. However, before he could continue, Lan Wangji’s gaze shifted over, and he shook his head with a calm and composed look.

Lan Xichen immediately understood that this was to signal him: There is no need to worry.

Lan Wangji believed that Wei Wuxian would be fine.

Wei Wuxian whistled a smooth tune, and walked with casual steps. The whistle was relaxed and pleasant, but in the Guanyin Temple with its lightning, thunder, wind, rain, and corpses scattered everywhere, this sound, even though it was clear and melodious, was particularly bizarre. Wen Ning, who was lying on Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling in the corner, seemed to have an unusually strong impulse to stand up when he heard it. It was unknown if he held back or if he temporarily didn’t recover his ability to move. He struggled twice and then fell back down. Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling simultaneously reached out to catch him, but after catching him, they both revealed similar, conflicted expressions as if they wanted to immediately throw him off them.

Wei Wuxian smiled as he played what could be called a humorous tune, and he walked backwards slowly with his hands behind his back. Nie Mingjue stood still. When Wei Wuxian took the first step back, he reacted indifferently. When he took the third step, he was still unmoved. But when he retreated to the seventh step, he seemed unable to restrain his impulse and took a step in the direction of Wei Wuxian’s retreat.

Wei Wuxian was driving him forward, and that direction was precisely towards the very ornate empty coffin at the back of the Guanyin Temple hall.

As long as he could get him inside first, Wei Wuxian had a way to seal him.

Those white poisonous smokes had long since dissipated, so they were so thin as to be no threat. Nie Mingjue, with his face turning ashen, was led to the empty coffin and was instinctively very resistant to this thing. Wei Wuxian walked around the coffin once. Everyone was staring at this side with bated breath, especially Lan Wangji. While Wei Wuxian played the whistle leisurely, he also sent a gaze towards him. Once their eyes met, he winked his left eye at Lan Wangji with a frivolous expression.

It was as if he had been pricked by a fine sugar needle, a barely perceptible ripple appeared in the guqin music played by Lan Wangji’s fingers, but it calmed down instantly. Wei Wuxian turned back with a bit of smugness and patted the opening of the coffin in front of Nie Mingjue.

Finally, Nie Mingjue slowly bent down.

But just as he was about to flip his upper body inside, a scream suddenly came from behind Lan Xichen.

Nie Mingjue immediately stopped his leaning-in movement and, like everyone else, turned his head sharply. Su She was carrying the semi-conscious Jin Guangyao. He held onto Jin Guangyao’s leg with one hand, and held a sword in the other. The sword had blood on it. Nie Huaisang was lying on the ground, rolling around in pain while holding his leg.

Upon seeing this, a sword qi from Shuoyue struck Su She’s sword-wielding hand heavily. Su She looked bewildered, and the long sword fell out of his hand. The sword had already wounded Nie Huaisang. A trace of blood drifted in the air, and Wei Wuxian cursed in his heart, “This is outrageous! Ruining my plans at such a crucial moment!”

Nie Huaisang and Nie Mingjue were half-brothers from the same father. Nie Mingjue wouldn’t be triggered into a killing spree by the smell of his blood, but it would make him very curious. If he was attracted by this curiosity, it would also inevitably make him notice Jin Guangyao on the other side. And after killing Jin Guangyao, his ferocity would surely be even greater, making it even more difficult to restrain him!

Sure enough, Nie Mingjue’s throat gurgled, and his body also turned away from the empty coffin. In an instant, he recognized who the person bent over Su She’s back was, and Wei Wuxian’s whistle could no longer control him. Nie Mingjue rushed over like a gust of wind, and his palm was about to strike the top of Jin Guangyao’s head!

Su She moved sharply to the side, using his toe to pick up the long sword that had just been knocked to the ground. He used all of his spiritual power to stab at Nie Mingjue’s heart. Perhaps because of the life-or-death situation, this sword was incredibly fast and fierce. The blade was filled with his spiritual power, shining brightly. It was even more spectacular and stunning than the numerous graceful swordsmanship techniques he had used before. Even Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but want to praise him as excellent. Nie Mingjue was also forced back a large step by this outburst of power. As the spiritual light faded, Nie Mingjue once again stepped forward, relentlessly grabbing towards Jin Guangyao. Su She threw Jin Guangyao towards Lan Xichen with his left hand and slashed at Nie Mingjue’s throat with his right.

Even though Nie Mingjue’s entire body was like steel and impervious to weapons, the thread that was used to stitch up his neck might not necessarily be!