Obtaining Top Art on Family's Extermination Night

Seeing this, the crowd surged forward, eager to snatch it away.

But Lin Fan leaped up and seized the Purple Nether Sword. In the next instant, a faint purple aura swirled around it. While still in mid-air, Lin Fan suddenly thrust the sword out. His body and the blade moved as one, like a streak of purple light cutting across the sky.

In an instant, wherever the blade’s edge passed, four or five figures collapsed, clutching their throats.

Even more unexpectedly, the corpses’ faces turned purple and their lips black. They had clearly been struck by a deadly, fast-acting poison that killed upon contact with blood.

Fang Lingxin’s lips had been trembling with anger at Lin Fan’s words. She was utterly bewildered. ’What has gotten into Lin Fan?’

She thought that while they might not have been the closest, they were still friends. How could he say they had nothing to do with each other?

But seeing the scene before her now, her pupils couldn’t help but contract.

"What kind of sword is that?"

"The Purple Nether Sword... one of the seven Demon Swords forged by the legendary Forging Master, Wind-Fire Lan Shan."

Fang Shuwen’s voice reached her ears. He hadn’t expected that one day it would be his turn to be the one explaining things.

He had gotten this information from Chen Yan.

Since Sinking Blood was already in Fang Shuwen’s possession, it was only natural for him to inquire about the seven Demon Swords created by that fellow, Wind-Fire Lan Shan.

"The Purple Nether Sword is a poison blade. It’s said that Wind-Fire Lan Shan originally intended to forge a sword of creation and life."

"Whether it was the selection of materials, or the subsequent quenching and forging, he incorporated many Treasures of Heaven and Earth into it."

"He hoped to forge a good sword capable of healing wounds and neutralizing poisons."

"But unexpectedly, a single misstep turned a great medicine into a great poison. On the day the sword was completed, a toxic gas spread for a hundred li, extinguishing all life in its path."

"It was only because Wind-Fire Lan Shan’s Inner Strength was so profound that he was spared. Otherwise, he would have been the first person to die by the Purple Nether Sword."

As Fang Shuwen recounted the tale, Fang Lingxin and Shui Qianrou, who both loved a good story, listened with rapt attention once again.

There was, however, one thing Fang Shuwen didn’t mention.

Because the Purple Nether Sword was too malevolent, Wind-Fire Lan Shan had sealed it away the moment it was forged.

Although it was ranked among the seven Demon Swords, it had not, like the Blood-Sinking Sword, circulated throughout the Jianghu.

And according to Chen Yan, three others among the seven Demon Swords had also been kept by Wind-Fire Lan Shan to prevent them from spreading and plaguing the Jianghu.

But how had this sword ended up in Lin Fan’s hands?

Did he ask Wind-Fire Lan Shan for it?

Or was there another story behind it?

With the Purple Nether Sword in hand, Lin Fan, who had been at a disadvantage, instantly turned the tables. No one dared to block his blade’s path. He forced his opponents into a steady retreat, none daring to face him head-on.

The main issue was that the Purple Nether Sword was just too unreasonable.

A mere scratch was enough for the lethal poison to enter the body, killing in the blink of an eye.

It didn’t even give them a chance to breathe.

Who would dare to confront such a Demon Sword directly?

Seeing Lin Fan running rampant with his sword, unopposed wherever he went, someone suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

His gaze fell upon Fang Lingxin, who was watching the commotion.

’She spoke up for Lin Fan earlier, and wasn’t his response a deliberate attempt to distance himself from her?’

Now that Lin Fan had the Purple Nether Sword, a direct confrontation was out of the question.

But if this dragged on, Lin Fan would surely break through their encirclement... Thinking this, a vicious glint appeared in the man’s eyes. In a flash, he broke from the crowd and rushed straight for Fang Lingxin.

Lin Fan caught this out of the corner of his eye, and his expression changed drastically.

"You dare!"

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and a streak of purple Sword Qi shot through the air.

But the man was prepared. He executed a sudden Thousand-Pound Weight, dodging the attack. Instead of being alarmed, he was overjoyed. ’Judging by Lin Fan’s reaction, this girl really is special to him!’

He immediately sped up, and in a single flash, had already reached the group of onlookers.

Boss Geng gritted his teeth.

"Stop him!"

Strictly speaking, this matter had nothing to do with them.

But Fang Lingxin was, after all, part of their caravan. Seeing this man charge at the young lady, Boss Geng, after a moment of internal conflict, decided to help if he could.

’If it really doesn’t work out... we’ll see...’

The guards were truly brave, actually stepping forward to try and block the man.

But the man just roared furiously:

"Get out of the way!"

He channeled his Inner Strength, and the two guards were instantly thrown aside by a powerful force.

At the same time, Lin Fan was truly getting anxious.

His sword lunged left and right as he tried to break free from the crowd of fighters.

However, the others also saw what was happening and did everything in their power to tie him down, preventing him from rushing to the rescue.

’Maybe if we just capture that girl, this whole situation will resolve itself?’

Fang Lingxin’s small face was deathly pale. Watching the man’s five fingers clawing toward her, she felt there was nowhere to dodge, and a cold sense of despair washed over her.

But then, she heard Fang Shuwen’s voice suddenly ring out by her ear:

"See? I told you the Jianghu was a dangerous place."

Hearing his voice, Fang Lingxin froze for a second. The next moment, a figure flashed past. The expert who had been charging at her with such overwhelming power—an expert so strong she couldn’t even think of fighting back—was suddenly lifted into the air, his neck caught in someone’s grasp.

"Brother... Brother Fang?"

Fang Lingxin’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Fang Shuwen glanced at her, shook his head with a hint of resignation, and then narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Jianghu man.

The man stared at Fang Shuwen, his face filled with horror.

He himself couldn’t explain how he had ended up in this young man’s grasp.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard Fang Shuwen speak:

"Miss Fang, the first step to surviving in the Jianghu: if someone bears you ill will or killing intent..."

"...don’t ask questions. Just kill them."

As he finished speaking, with a sharp CRACK, he crushed the neck of the Jianghu man in his hand. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

In truth, this group of fighters had been somewhat considerate, at least in not involving the caravan. The only problem was, they shouldn’t have made a move on Fang Lingxin.

If not for that, Fang Shuwen might not have intervened.

He didn’t like the look of Lin Fan anyway, so he was perfectly happy to see this bunch teach him a lesson.

But once they targeted Fang Lingxin, the situation changed entirely.

Fang Shuwen didn’t consider himself some overprotective brother, but she was his own sister. He himself would think twice before even scolding her; how could he let some outsider bully her?

He glanced back at Fang Lingxin and smiled faintly.

"Remember, once you decide to act, you must be lethal. Otherwise, you’ll suffer the consequences of not killing the snake."

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