Song of Adolescence

Chapter 89 Evening Rain Freezing Night

Su Muyu’s Drizzle sword stopped, pointed right at Li Hanyi’s throat.

Li Hanyi’s Armoured Glacier was also pressed up against Su Muyu’s chest.

“Judging by your sword arts, your sword is no weaker than any of the sword immortals.” Li Hanyi looked at Su Muyu.

Su Muyu shook his head. “My sword and your swords are not the same. Your swords are all swords, but mine is a weapon for murder.”

“So, if I don’t kill you today, you won’t leave?” Li Hanyi frowned slightly.

Su Muyu nodded. “When the Hidden River is given a task, we will never rest unless we’re dead.”

“Very well.” Li Hanyi nodded, and suddenly swept her foot back. She pushed the soles of her feet hard on the ground, and a spray of water rose. She lifted her sword slightly with her right hand and cried softly, "Rise!"

Those splashes of water instantly condensed into ice.

With a wave of Li Hanyi\'s long sleeves, those ice blades immediately flew towards Su Muyu.

"You have seventeen blades and a sword. But for me, everything under Heaven can be a sword," Li Hanyi said arrogantly.

Su Muyu slammed down his left hand, and the seventeen thin blades that fell to the ground stood up again. They began to rotate violently, becoming a sharp barrier in front of Su Muyu, smashing the ice blades instantly.

On the top of a restaurant not far away, an old man wearing a long robe was watching the duel, and he was speaking to a young man in purple. "The founders of Unrivaled City cultivated their sword arts by feeding their swords with blood, day after day, until their heart and sword became one, and they attain their flying sword arts. The Daoists also have their Daoist sword manipulation arts. They infused their peach wood swords with incantations, followed by their unmatched Daoism arts and mastered how to fly on their swords. But whether it’s Unrivaled City’s sword cultivation art or the Daoist sword-riding art, the emphasis is on the unity of heart and sword. However, Muyu… he is different.”

That rich young man dressed in purple played along and continued to ask, “The head of Su House uses a sword manipulation art but how is it different?”

The old man in the long robe sipped on his tea, and said slowly, “Muyu\'s sword manipulation art was born from the art of puppetry passed down by the Hidden River\'s founders. As long as your fingers are nimble enough, Hidden River’s Su House members can use their fingers to manipulate blade wires and control a person’s every movement. Later, an ancestor of Su House from a century ago used blade wires to control a blade. At the time, at his pinnacle, he could also control seventeen flying blades. With the sword in his hand, it was exactly eighteen. So that ancestor later changed his name to Su Shiba. But after his death, no one in the Su House was able to reproduce the Eighteen-Blade Array until Muyu appeared. The biggest difference between Muyu\'s sword manipulation art and the Unrivaled City or the Daoists is that he is still independent of his sword. The sword is still a sword, man is still a man, and the essence of the Eighteen-Blade Array still relied on an epitome of skills. This is Su Muyu, so although he can stop Li Hanyi, he will never become nor is he willing to become a sword immortal."

“Such a killer relying on pure sword skills can stop the Snow Moon Sword Immortal?” The young man in purple asked.

The old man in the long robe smiled and put down his teacup. “Young master, I can hear the contempt in your voice. Are you doubting us?”

The young man in purple frowned slightly. “I just don\'t want Li Hanyi to escape.”

“Muyu is already standing in front of Li Hanyi. I am standing guard on this side. On the other side, the old man in that city seemed to have sent three of theirs. Li Hanyi has only one choice, and that is to turn back.” The old man in the long robe knocked on the tabletop.

"Can\'t you kill him? If Su Muyu can stop him, with your added involvement, Li Hanyi will undoubtedly die." A murderous glint flashed in the eyes of the young man in purple.

"No one can join forces with Su Muyu, no one. His sword array will tear you to shreds. What\'s more, as long as Li Hanyi doesn\'t want to die, not a single person in the martial world can kill her. That Solitary Sword Immortal who lives alone in his hermit city couldn’t do it. That Baili Dongjun, who can become an immortal with either his hands or his sword, couldn\'t do it. So, neither can we.” The old man in the long robe was still drinking tea slowly, watching the fight in the distance.

Li Hanyi\'s swordsmanship was very beautiful, every sword move sent a wave of cold aura, condensing water into ice, a magnificence unmatched in her peers.

Su Muyu’s swordsmanship was another sort of beauty, with eighteen sharp blades dancing in the air, revealing an eerie cold light, an amazing epitome of skill.

Li Hanyi pulled back and jumped onto the city wall.

The young man in purple exclaimed with joy, “He’s retreating?”

"No." The old man in the long robe suddenly put down his teacup. "She has noticed us."

Li Hanyi suddenly raised her Armoured Glacier, and a great wind blew over her white robes. She was as magnificent as an immortal.

The rain stopped abruptly.

Within a hundred zhang of the city wall, the rain suddenly stopped.

And become white snow.

The snow fell.

But it\'s not just any snow. The snowflakes flicked across the treetops in the city, revealing a bowl that’d been carved out.

"This sword move is called Snow Fills the Sky." Li Hanyi looked down at Su Muyu.

Su Muyu waved his left hand, and the seventeen sharp blades came to a rest before him. With a sudden wave, the seventeen sharp blades flew out at the same time.

Li Hanyi cut down with one sword move, a biting cold light.

The wave of sinister cold sword aura and the seventeen sharp blades collided instantly. Su Muyu frowned slightly and looked up, but Li Hanyi suddenly threw out the Armoured Glacier sword in her hand. At the same time, she jumped, grabbed the hilt, and flew up with it. But she wasn’t coming for Su Muyu. Su Muyu spun around, and realised that Li Hanyi was already aiming for the restaurant.

The old man in the long robe stood up abruptly, drew out a sabre as bright as snow by his side, and shouted angrily, "Li Hanyi!"

With her sword, Li Hanyi smashed the table in front of the old man in the long robe, then aimed for the old man, shouting, “Xie Qidao!”

Xie Qidao, the head of the Hidden River Xie House, was said to use at most seven moves of his sabre to kill.

But, in that instant, he’d already attacked with three sabre moves. Li Hanyi also blocked the three sabre moves.

Su Muyu, who was below the restaurant, turned around, his eyes piercing, but he had no intention of joining in to surround and attack Li Hanyi. But on the other side, three shadowy figures in gray robes came rushing towards their position.

"Kill him!" The young man in purple said viciously.

Li Hanyi whirled around, raised her Armoured Glacier sword and pointed it at him.

At that moment, the young man in purple felt a piercing chill from head to toe. It was the sort of cold that felt like it could kill him in an instant. His teeth started chattering, and he continued retreating.

Li Hanyi took another step forward with her sword, the sword\'s edge pointed, and a ray of cold energy shot out.

Xie Qidao jumped forward and stopped in front of the young man in purple, slashing the cold energy with a swing of his sabre.

Li Hanyi suddenly withdrew her sword, leaped through a window in the restaurant, and quickly swept towards the north. Xie Qidao shouted angrily, "Li Hanyi! Don\'t let him get away!"

Su Muyu who was below the restaurant moved immediately, and chased after her.

The young man in purple came back to himself and said angrily, “There are so many of you, yet you still let him get away!”

Xie Qidao didn\'t say anything. He just turned his head and glanced at the young man in purple.

The young man in purple snapped his mouth shut. The coldness in that man’s eyes was no different than Li Hanyi\'s sword aura. He didn’t doubt that even if he truly had some special status, if he dared to speak out of turn, this seemingly kind-looking old man would take his head.