SWDnovel Chapter 7: August 5th, Undercurrents Surge
Chapter 7: August 5th, Undercurrents Surge
Night falls in northern Snowlake County.
Greywind Canyon.
The cold wind was like a blade, whistling through the canyon like the howling of wolves and the roar of tigers.
Twelve burly men dressed in armor and wearing black cloaks were stationed here.
Along the edge of the canyon, a neatly arranged troop of warhorses clad in soft armor stood.
Beside the campfire, several burly men in black cloaks were wiping the gleaming soft swords in their hands.
call!
Suddenly, a carrier pigeon flew in.
One of the burly men moved swiftly, leaped into the air, and grabbed the carrier pigeon.
"Is this a letter from Snowdrift Manor?" The burly man's eyes gleamed after glancing at the carrier pigeon.
Immediately, the big man took the carrier pigeon and went into a tent in the canyon.
Inside the tent, there was a bed.
A dashing man dressed in brocade robes and wearing a mink coat was sitting cross-legged on a couch.
The man looked to be around sixty years old, with very long, thick eyebrows.
Seemingly sensing someone entering, he opened his eyes, revealing a deep, piercing gaze.
It sends chills down one's spine.
The burly man stepped forward, bowed, and handed over the carrier pigeon.
The man in the mink coat slowly got up from the bed, walked over, took the carrier pigeon, and took out the note from the bamboo tube.
Several words were clearly visible above.
Yang Xuan has passed away. Friends from the martial arts world will be invited to pay their respects on the fifteenth of August.
And the date: August 10th!
A single character for "rain" in the bottom corner!
"The fifteenth of August, the night of the full moon... what a wonderful day!"
The man in the mink coat smiled with narrowed eyes.
As he spoke, purple true energy appeared in his palm, shredding the paper strip into dust.
True Qi Released Externally...
Clearly, this is a Grandmaster-level expert!
Then he went to the table next to him, wrote a note, put it in a bamboo tube, sealed it with a candle, and tied it to the pigeon's leg.
After feeding the carrier pigeons, the man in the mink coat took them out of the tent and released them himself.
……
The next day, early in the morning.
Yang Jiuli kept vigil in the mourning hall all night, and returned to his mansion on the mountainside with some fatigue.
Just as she entered the house, Li Molan rushed over again, carrying the birdcage.
Yang Jiuli took the carrier pigeon, opened the small bamboo tube, and took out the note inside.
Act according to plan!
The signature features a drawing of a soaring eagle.
"An eagle..." Upon seeing this, Yang Jiuli seemed to understand, a slight smile appearing on his lips, and said, "Just as I thought!"
The eagle was the totem of a clan in the north.
He then carefully stuffed the paper strip into the small bamboo tube and sealed it with a candle made of the same material.
Li Molan brought back carrier pigeons.
Once released, the homing pigeons will fly along their original route.
Half an hour later, Li Molan returned to the fortress.
Half an hour later, a carrier pigeon flew through the clouds and reached Snowdrift Peak.
This carrier pigeon was the one that Li Molan intercepted and then released.
"They've arrived!" Yang Jiuli sat cross-legged in the room, releasing his divine sense to perceive all directions.
He clearly saw the carrier pigeon fly in.
But then the carrier pigeons flew towards the mountainside.
The straight-line distance from there to the mountainside where Yang Jiuli was located was 480 meters.
Yang Jiuli followed the trail with his divine sense and discovered a man in black wearing a cloak standing near the abyss in the mountainside.
The man seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
He waved his hand, and the carrier pigeon flew over.
There were some pigeon feed resembling millet in his palm.
The homing pigeon cooed happily a few times before landing in his palm and devouring all the pigeon feed.
The man in black then untied the thin bamboo tube from the pigeon's leg, took out a slip of paper, and began to read it.
"Proceed according to plan!" the man in black murmured leisurely, his eyes narrowed.
"The Mid-Autumn Festival, what a day to look forward to! Haha..."
The man in black looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with malice and madness.
The man in black had no idea that someone had already been observing his every move through divine sense.
This is the difference between cultivators and martial artists.
Yang Jiuli withdrew his divine sense, his gaze sharpened, and he said leisurely, "The fifteenth of August, I'm also looking forward to this day!" A smile appeared on his lips, like a hunter looking at his prey about to appear, his eyes filled with a hint of fervor.
……
Nothing major happened at Snowdrift Manor in the following days.
Yang Mu privately discussed with Yang Jiuli the idea of secretly sending some of the clan's youths away, supposedly to preserve the clan's bloodline.
Yang Jiuli agreed and left everything to his second uncle, Yang Mu.
At the same time, Yang Mu also asked Yang Jiuli if he was certain that Tangjiabao and Mingjian Villa were the murderers.
Yang Jiuli did not give a direct answer, but instead told Yang Mu to prepare for the enemy.
Thus, Yang Mu retreated with a solemn expression.
At this moment, Yang Mu was also in a dilemma.
Even if he led his men to abandon the village and retreat, would the enemy let them go?
The principle of eradicating weeds at their roots has existed since ancient times.
Even those descendants who were sent away might be found and silenced.
When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken!
As the ancients often said, once you enter the world of martial arts, you are no longer in control of your own destiny. This is absolutely true!
……
Guests began arriving at Snowdrift Manor ahead of schedule on August 14th.
Someone arranged for the guests to stay at the Waizhuang Villa at the foot of the mountain.
At dusk.
At Yang Jiuli's residence on the mountainside, two old friends came to visit one after another.
Two old friends.
One woman, one man...
The woman wore a light blue, wide-sleeved dress. Her black hair was like a waterfall, her skin was like cream, and she held a sword in her left hand, her beauty as cold as frost.
It was Qin Zhixue, the young master of Mingjian Manor.
Three other people were also following Qin Zhixue.
One of them was a man wearing a half-mask with a sword scar between his eyebrows.
This person is Qin Jianhe, a renowned half-step grandmaster from the Famous Sword Manor, known as the "Traceless Sword".
Besides them, there were two masked men, both of whom were powerful figures at the peak of their cultivation.
As for the other old friend, he was nine feet tall, handsome, and had a kind and honest appearance, yet he dressed in an extremely refined manner.
He was dressed in a blue robe with a purple gauze overlay, holding an iron feather fan, and wearing a turban on his head, appearing to be a young man.
This person was none other than Tang Yifan, the second young master of Tangjiabao in the southwest. He was nineteen years old and a year older than Qin Zhixue.
He looked refined, but the iron feather fan in his hand concealed a hidden mechanism.
If activated, it can instantly unleash thirty-six hair-thin poison needles, capable of killing instantly upon contact with blood.
Tang Yifan was also accompanied by three powerful figures.
One was a giant with skin like bronze and a height of twelve feet, named Tang Xiao, who was at the half-step Grandmaster realm.
His Poison Sand Palm technique, which he mastered, became famous throughout the martial arts world of the Great Wei Dynasty.
The other two people beside them were wearing masks, and both were at the peak of the cultivation level of a renowned master.
Li Molan has returned from the northern border.
She led Qin Zhixue and Tang Yifan to a pavilion overlooking the abyss.
A gentle mountain breeze was blowing, and a few snowflakes were falling.
The swirling cold mist made the pavilion overlooking the abyss appear as if it were situated in a sea of clouds.
Inside the pavilion, Yang Jiuli had already prepared fine wine, waiting for the guests to take their seats.
"Gentlemen, my young master is right there!" Li Molan said, gesturing to Qin Zhixue and Tang Yifan.
She glanced at Yang Jiuli in the pavilion ahead, her curiosity piqued.
I don't know why the young master would agree to meet Qin Zhixue and Tang Yifan.
The manor lord was ambushed by two grandmasters and died from his injuries.
Tangjiabao and Mingjian Villa are the prime suspects.
Especially Tangjiabao... they cultivate Poisonous Fiend True Qi.
The manor lord died from the poisonous palm strike.
Under these circumstances, the young master of Piaoxue Manor should be irreconcilably opposed to Tang Family Fort.
How could Tangjiabao dare to let Tang Yifan and his group enter Piaoxue Manor?