The night wind, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.
In this mountain valley, the wind is particularly strong, the whistling sound like waves crashing against the shore, roaring loudly.
No one expected that this banquet hosted by Biluo Sword Valley, gathering leaders from various forces, would end in such a way.
Ye Yun, Shen Lian, Qiao Hongchang left one after another.
Each one silent, no one knew what they were thinking.
Returning to the residence.
From afar, Chen Yang saw Gu Zhiqing waiting at the door, and upon seeing him, her delicate face lit up with a smile.
Chen Yang smiled back.
Fate is truly wondrous; Chen Yang often pondered how he ended up together with a woman.
"Not asleep yet?" Chen Yang asked.
Gu Zhiqing raised her hand and brushed her hair from her forehead, "It's still early."
Then, the two walked upstairs side by side.
Inside the room, Gu Zhiqing handed Chen Yang a cup of tea and anxiously said, "Chen Yang, isn't what you're doing a bit too aggressive?"
This is indeed the territory of Biluo Sword Valley, and with Gu Zhong's funeral tomorrow, experts will gather, even amongst mixed elements, acting so boldly inevitably causes concern.
"Since it's a fight to the death, and I've already come, there's no such thing as being aggressive or not."
Chen Yang lightly sipped the tea, squinting his eyes, gazing at Biluo Sword Valley, clearly visible not far away, "Even if they can't endure and strike tonight, it merely brings tomorrow's events forward to today."
Gu Zhiqing nodded, said nothing more.
Indeed, it was so.
After all, she was still not accustomed to Chen Yang's way of doing things. Additionally, the disparity in power made worry inevitable.
"By the way, do you have anyone close in Biluo Sword Valley?" Chen Yang asked.
Upon hearing this, a sudden tremor ran through Gu Zhiqing's heart.
How could she not understand what Chen Yang meant by those words?
Even though she had long cut ties with Biluo Sword Valley and fantasized about the complete destruction of this power, when the moment truly arrived, her feelings were still mixed.
Ultimately, Biluo Sword Valley was the place that raised her.
To say there was no attachment would be impossible.
"There's one." Gu Zhiqing slowly said, "Her name is Gu Ling, my only friend in Biluo Sword Valley. She's a few years younger than me and has always liked to follow me since childhood..."
Gu Zhiqing talked about her shared experiences with the girl named Gu Ling over the years.
Chen Yang could empathize.
Because he too had such a friend.
This person was named, Yang Hu.
Meanwhile.
Biluo Sword Valley.
In a conference hall, core members gathered, each displaying indignation, the atmosphere cold and weighty.
"Is there anything left to say? This guy is so blatantly obvious, what does he think of my Biluo Sword Valley? A mere vegetable? He wants to kill and just kills?"
An elder clutched a teacup, speaking coldly, "The most hateful thing is, after murdering, he stays in our Biluo Sword Valley's hotel. I will personally lead the team to slay him."
"Yes, kill him directly."
"I agree."
As soon as the elder spoke, many expressed their agreement.
Thud thud.
Sitting at the head seat, the Valley Master of Biluo Sword Valley, slowly extended his hand and tapped the table.
Immediately, everyone sensibly fell silent.
"Killing, of course, is necessary, but the question is how to kill, how to kill in a way that matters more."
This Valley Master, named Gu Zhen, slightly raised his head and said unhurriedly, "Tonight we can certainly kill him, but beyond venting, what more can it achieve?"
The hall instantly descended into silence.
"Tomorrow, I'll do the killing myself."
As the sound of footsteps approached from afar, Gu Jian's towering frame came into everyone's view.
Gu Jian in a white robe, towering like a mountain, with unparalleled grace, merely walking slowly brought an intense oppressive feeling to many at the scene.
"Grandfather, please erect a platform overnight."
Gu Jian standing in the center of the hall, his side illuminated by moonlight, rendering him increasingly majestically outstanding, hands behind his back, he spoke softly.
"You."
Gu Zhen lifted his hand, pointing to a middle-aged man beside him, "You, handle this matter."
"By your command."
The middle-aged man rose, cupped his fists, and turned to leave.
"Tomorrow, I shall use the blood of this madman as a tribute for the ancestor's departure." Gu Jian said calmly.
Come dawn, I shall pave your blood to hell.
"Very good!"
A faint smile appeared on Gu Zhen's spirited face, "Having been dormant for so many years, it's time for you, an outstanding talent of imperial stature, to step out and let everyone see."
"And this Chen Yang, indeed is an excellent stepping stone."
Chen Yang appeared out of nowhere and within an extremely short time stirred up Shisu Town, even the southern region, causing turmoil. Though many were displeased, he left an indelible impression.
Even many believe that he's an exceptional genius freak.
If tomorrow Gu Jian publicly kills Chen Yang, then the achievements made in these days would naturally be attributed to Gu Jian, accentuating his supreme grandeur.
From then on, whenever Chen Yang is mentioned, people will only say he died at Gu Jian's hands.
"What if he escapes overnight?" Gu Jian said.
"Don't worry."
Gu Zhen slowly stood up, gazing at the night's gloom outside, and said lightly, "Biluo Sword Valley, is it a place he can come and go as he wishes?"
"Everyone can leave; everything will proceed as usual."
Finally, Gu Zhen made the final decision.
...
The next day.
A drizzle arrived unexpectedly.
The expected mobilization of experts from Biluo Sword Valley to hunt Chen Yang overnight did not happen.
Confounding many, today's funeral became even more greatly anticipated.
Biluo Sword Valley today, guests from all directions, the scene grand.
The atmosphere, however, was extremely heavy.
Wet roadsides were lined with endless mourning teams, all dressed in black, holding black umbrellas, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
White banner.
Paper money.
Melancholy funeral bells.
Heavy, solemn funeral music resonated to the skies.
The unending drizzle further added to the depression.
However, while lining up to pay respects, how many were distracted, or expecting the young man who made a name for himself last night to appear?
Some who had entered Biluo Sword Valley occasionally glanced at the plaza center, at a platform, evidently newly constructed.
On one side, a funeral; on the other, a platform, such incongruous things, forced together.
What is this all about?
As many began whispering discussions, there was a sudden pause for a few seconds, followed by even more intense debating.
"What's going on?"
"Quick, look behind."
Eyes swept eagerly across the crowd, all gathering at the central roadway.
A young man, dressed in white, towering in stature, walking alone, sword in hand.
The rain fell heavily.
Strong winds like drums.
"..."