Chapter Six: Seeking Revenge at Swordwind Mountain
“Elder sister, I absolutely will not allow my purity to be tainted by a worthless man.”
In front of Feng Yuzhi, Feng Yumian began to act coquettishly, then hurriedly ran up to grab her sister’s arm and shook it.
“What nonsense are you talking? It was just a simple application of medicine; how could that tarnish your purity? Besides, I was right there watching closely—I wouldn’t give him the chance to lay a hand on you.”
Rarely taking Xu Feng’s side, Feng Yuzhi’s support left Feng Yumian caught off guard, staring at her sister in astonishment.
“Sister, aren’t you usually the one who hates him the most? Why are you defending him this time?”
Feng Yuzhi did not answer directly. Xu Feng’s willful actions last night seemed unlike his usual meek self, which somewhat changed her impression of him.
Though she would not fall for him just yet, she realized that Xu Feng was not as worthless as she had thought.
“I’m not defending him. After all, he saved your life yesterday. When everyone was helpless, he produced the family’s heirloom ointment.”
“No matter what, a life-saving grace is a fact that cannot be ignored.”
Her tone carried a didactic air.
Feng Yumian lowered her head and fell silent. On the surface, she seemed obedient, but in truth, she harbored deep resentment toward Xu Feng, itching to cause him trouble once her sister left.
The commotion outside had long since drawn Xu Feng’s attention.
He was well acquainted with this arrogant little sister-in-law and was not surprised. What he hadn’t expected was Feng Yuzhi defending him.
While Feng Yuzhi was lecturing her sister, a figure clad in black silk, a long sword hanging at his waist, strode swiftly toward them, past several household servants who tried in vain to stop him.
“Young Master Zuo, this is the inner courtyard; you cannot come in.”
“Get lost!”
The newcomer was none other than Zuo Jincheng, who had a complicated entanglement with Feng Yuzhi. Xu Feng had just stepped out the door when their eyes met, but Zuo Jincheng ignored him and went straight up to Feng Yumian.
“What exactly happened yesterday? Why did my brother die so miserably at the Wild Dog Hall?”
“What does it have to do with me? He fancied himself strong and insisted on ambushing the Ghost Mask Man with us. He lost his life for no reason. You can only blame his lazy training habits, not me.”
Feng Yumian had a bold temper and cared little who the visitor was or his status.
Zuo Jincheng, having just learned of his brother’s death, couldn’t accept it and immediately drew his sword, ready to strike.
Seeing the situation turning grim, Feng Yuzhi abandoned her original purpose and hurried forward to mediate.
“Young Master Zuo, please calm down. My sister is also a victim. She just woke from a coma and is still disoriented. Coupled with the shock from yesterday, she’s speaking nonsense. I hope you can understand.”
“Tell me what happened inside the Wild Dog Hall yesterday.”
Feng Yuzhi spoke, and Zuo Jincheng slowly sheathed his sword.
Xu Feng remained nearby, concerned about whether his identity had been exposed. He needed to hear for himself and confirm that Feng Yumian was unaware of his secret.
All eyes turned to Feng Yumian, who finally began to speak.
A faint trace of fear lingered in the corners of her eyes, showing the psychological scars left by the Ghost Mask Man.
“Yesterday, I met a purple-clad captain from the Six Doors at the government office and learned they were hunting the Ghost Mask Man. I accompanied them, and on the way, your brother insisted on following us.”
Her tone was disdainful. She had encountered such people before—those who wanted to curry favor with her.
“And then? Despite the purple-clad captain’s efforts and my younger brother’s help, you still failed to capture the Ghost Mask Man. Does he have three heads and six arms? Or did someone among you drop the ball, causing the mission to fail?”
Zuo Jincheng’s words clearly cast doubt on Feng Yumian. Everyone else had died, leaving only her alive—how could that not arouse suspicion?
The two sisters, sharp and perceptive, understood each other’s meanings perfectly.
“Stop slandering me. I, Feng Yumian, come from a pure lineage. How could I be in league with a fiend like the Ghost Mask Man?”
Feng Yuzhi also defended her.
“Young Master Zuo, I can vouch that every word my sister says is true. There must be some misunderstanding. Perhaps the Ghost Mask Man deliberately spared her.”
Zuo Jincheng clearly valued his brother dearly; otherwise, he wouldn’t have come calling so boldly.
“Continue. What happened next?”
Reluctantly, Feng Yumian resumed.
“At first, we had the upper hand in fighting the Ghost Mask Man, but we underestimated his abilities. He seemed to control ghosts. Just as he was about to be defeated, many illusory figures suddenly appeared. The purple-clad captain said these were warriors he had slain.”
Her face paled as she recalled that day’s events.
In the end, she was just a young girl who always clamored to roam the Jianghu wielding a sword and uphold justice but had never traveled far.
Only when warm blood splattered on her face did she realize the Jianghu was not just about chivalry—it was a world of flashing blades and deadly shadows.
Especially the moment when the Ghost Mask Man stuffed a string of severed heads into her arms—the thought still terrified her.
“The Ghost Mask Man, so brutal, should have left no survivors. That he spared one suggests the Six Doors’ ambush provoked him, and he left a life to warn and taunt us.”
Feng Yuzhi was hearing the whole story from her sister for the first time.
From her perspective, the Ghost Mask Man acted without order. Leaving a survivor must have a reason. The two parties were strangers; the Ghost Mask Man couldn’t have spared her out of consideration for the Feng family.
He wouldn’t even spare the Sword Wind Mountain sect or the court, so why a minor family like the Fengs?
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