Dream of the Red Chamber: Dark Blue skill points, Imperial Guardian

Chapter 21: Wiping Out the Blood Shadow Cult, Heading to the Scene of the Robbery

A chilling laugh rang out, and a middle-aged man dressed in a dark red brocade robe, with a handsome face but sinister eyes, slowly emerged from the forest, accompanied by three imposing burly men.

This middle-aged man was none other than Xue Wuhen, the vice leader of the Blood Shadow Sect.

The three burly men were the three hall masters of the Blood Shadow Sect.

Lei Bao, the leader of the Soul-Severing Hall; Feng Wuhen, the leader of the Life-Chasing Hall; and Liu Sheng, the leader of the Soul-Snatching Hall.

"So they're remnants of the Blood Shadow Cult."

Jia Huan sneered and slowly drew his embroidered spring knife from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"What? You want to follow in the footsteps of the Blood Impermanence?"

"Arrogant brat!"

Lei Bao roared and slammed a pair of steel hand hooks into the ground with a loud bang.

"Today, the four of us joining forces will surely tear you to pieces!"

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Jia Huan's eyes turned cold, and his figure instantly sprang up like a black lightning bolt, rushing straight towards Xue Wuhen and the others.

"kill!"

At Xue Wuhen's command, the three hall masters attacked simultaneously, their killing intent filling the sky, and surrounded Jia Huan.

At the same time, the Blood Shadow Cult members roared and charged towards Li Shun and the others.

"Brothers, kill these bastards!"

Zhao Tiezhu roared and brandished his ghost-headed saber, charging into the enemy ranks like a tiger descending a mountain.

Li Shun, Wang Ren, and others also showed no weakness, drawing their swords and engaging in a fierce battle with the Blood Shadow Cult members.

Meanwhile, Jia Huan was already locked in battle with the four masters of the Blood Shadow Sect.

Lei Bao's hand hooks were fierce and unparalleled, Feng Wuhen's longsword was swift as the wind, and Liu Sheng's soft whip was unpredictable and cunning. The three of them cooperated perfectly and surrounded Jia Huan.

Meanwhile, Xue Wuhen waited for an opportunity to strike, occasionally unleashing a vicious palm strike in an attempt to disrupt Jia Huan's formation.

"A trivial skill!"

Jia Huan snorted coldly, unleashing the Flying Fish Shadow Step to its fullest extent. His figure moved freely amidst the attacks of the three hall masters, like a ghost.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Embroidered Spring Blade clashed repeatedly with the weapons of the three hall masters, producing a series of crisp impact sounds.

Lei Bao felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, which made his hands go numb and he was horrified.

He considered himself to be born with superhuman strength, but he never expected that Jia Huan was even stronger than him!

Although Feng Wuhen's longsword was swift, he nimbly dodged each thrust at Jia Huan, as if he could predict his own movements.

Liu Sheng's soft whip was even more bizarre. No matter how he changed his angle, he could not entangle Jia Huan. Instead, he was almost cut in half by Jia Huan's embroidered spring knife several times.

Xue Wuhen watched anxiously from the sidelines. He hadn't expected Jia Huan's martial arts to be so powerful that even the three hall masters working together couldn't defeat him!

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

Xue Wuhen roared and joined the battle, his palms flying, sending out vicious palm strikes at Jia Huan.

However, Jia Huan was not afraid at all.

He took a deep breath, circulated his internal energy, and a faint golden light immediately appeared on the Embroidered Spring Blade.

"break!"

Jia Huan shouted and slashed out with his sword. The blade flashed like lightning and instantly deflected Lei Bao's hand hook.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and kicked Feng Wuhen in the chest, sending him flying.

Upon seeing this, Liu Sheng was greatly alarmed and hurriedly brandished his soft whip, attempting to entangle Jia Huan.

Jia Huan sneered, and with a sudden swing of his embroidered spring knife, a flash of light pierced through the air, severing Liu Sheng's soft whip.

Then, he lunged forward and stabbed Liu Sheng in the throat.

Yagyu was terrified and quickly dodged backward, but the blade still slashed his shoulder, drawing blood.

Seeing that the three hall masters had been injured one after another, Xue Wuhen was filled with shock and anger.

He gritted his teeth, clasped his hands together, and a powerful burst of energy erupted from his body, attacking Jia Huan.

"A bloodbath engulfs the heavens!"

Jia Huan sensed the terrifying power of this energy, frowned, and used the Flying Fish Shadow Step to retreat.

"boom!"

Xue Wuhen's palm strike slammed into the ground, instantly raising dust and creating a large crater.

"Is that all you've got?"

Jia Huan dusted himself off and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"You're asking for it!"

Xue Wuhen was completely enraged. His eyes turned bloodshot, and like a mad beast, he pounced on Jia Huan again.

A cold glint flashed in Jia Huan's eyes, and he no longer held back.

He dodged Xue Wuhen's attack with a swift movement, while simultaneously thrusting out his embroidered spring knife like a venomous snake's tongue, aiming straight for Xue Wuhen's throat.

Xue Wuhen was shocked and quickly raised his palm to defend himself.

"clang!"

The Embroidered Spring Blade collided with Xue Wuhen's palm, producing a crisp sound.

Xue Wuhen felt a piercing pain coming from his palm, and his entire arm went numb.

Before he could react, Jia Huan's embroidered spring knife had already fallen like a storm.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

After four muffled thuds, Lei Bao, Feng Wuhen, Liu Sheng, and Xue Wuhen simultaneously let out piercing screams.

All they could see were the tendons in their hands and feet, which Jia Huan had severed with a single stroke, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"ah!!!"

The four men collapsed to the ground in agony, unable to move any further.

Meanwhile, Zhao Tiezhu and his group had already dealt with the Blood Shadow Cult members.

Although their skills were far inferior to Jia Huan's, they were more than capable of dealing with the ordinary members of the Blood Shadow Cult.

"Sir, these scoundrels have all been dealt with!"

Zhao Tiezhu wiped the blood from his face and said excitedly.

Jia Huan sheathed his sword, coldly glanced at Xue Wuhen and the others on the ground, and said in a deep voice:

"Take these four back to the Imperial Prison and torture them severely. Make sure they reveal the whereabouts of the other Blood Shadow Cult remnants!"

"yes!"

Zhao Tiezhu and the other five captains immediately obeyed the order, tied up Xue Wuhen and the others, and escorted them back to the city.

Jia Huan, along with Li Shun and Wang Ren, continued riding towards Black Wind Ridge.

"My lord, this Blood Shadow Cult..." Li Shun asked with some concern.

"A bunch of clowns."

Jia Huan snorted disdainfully.

"We can deal with them after we've solved the government silver robbery!"

Having said that, he spurred his horse and galloped towards Black Wind Ridge.

Li Shun and Wang Ren exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

……

Several hours later, Jia Huan and his two companions rode to the outer edge of Black Wind Ridge, reined in their horses, and dismounted.

The Black Wind Ridge before us resembles a crouching giant beast, with miasma lingering in the forest year-round. Ancient trees reach for the sky, and vines coil like snakes, exuding a chilling and eerie atmosphere.

The air was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of humus and a certain sweet, fishy odor. Inhaling it caused a slight dizziness.

"My lord, this is the place."

Li Shun pointed to the messy open space ahead, his face grave.

Jia Huan stepped forward, his eyes scanning the surroundings like a hawk's.

This is the scene of the robbery of official silver more than half a month ago.

What should have been an official road is now covered with messy and chaotic marks.

Jia Huan squatted down, his fingers gently brushing across the soil, feeling a dampness and softness at his fingertips.