Legend of Swordsman Chapter 6282: Mountain Spirit

Chapter 6282: Mountain Spirit

Yu Wencheng threw down a bundle with a wave of his hand and scolded angrily, "Li Mi is dead, and today, you will die too!"

A head rolled out of the bundle; it was Li Mi, who had just parted ways with Jian Wushuang and his companions.

Now, however, they were separated by life and death.

Seeing his father's head, Li Fu was instantly enraged.

"Yu Wencheng, you d.a.m.ned traitor, I will fight you to the death!"

Li Fu charged forward, breaking through the heavy encirclement.

The loyal guards behind him followed suit, charging into the fray without regard for their own safety.

However, Jian Wushuang and Xiang Yang did not follow.

Instead, they took a detour, seizing the opportunity to escape deeper into the palace.

As for Li Fu, he had already perished under the blades.

Yu Wencheng personally pursued Jian Wushuang and Xiang Yang.

Clearly, word of this plan had leaked out. Although it seemed flawless, they had overlooked a crucial detail.

Visiting the palace at night, they only informed the imperial guards and never considered that there might be people loyal to the princess among them?

Jian Wushuang was somewhat regretful now. He shouldn't have listened to Li Mi.

He should have gone alone to meet the princess.

Or openly fought against them.

That would have been better than sneaking around.

Now, they had instead become traitors.

To prove their innocence, they had to find Jiang Shang.

Fortunately, it was just a mundane palace, so Jian Wushuang and Xiang Yang scaled two walls and entered the harem.

Along the way, they captured a young eunuch to inquire about Jiang Shang's residence, and then made their way there.

Zhenqian Palace.

Two dark figures slipped past the guards and arrived at the main hall.

As soon as they entered, a presence came toward them.

"It's me!" Jian Wushuang said coldly, pulling aside the screen.

Jiang Shang, dressed in a white robe, stood on the dragon bed.

There was no one else around.

Seeing Jian Wushuang, Jiang Shang asked in surprise, "Weren't you supposed to go to the Eastern Palace with Li Fu today? Why are you here? Have you already dealt with that monster?"

"The Yu Wencheng from the palace guards has likely betrayed us. We must leave now, or it will be too late!" Jian Wushuang urged anxiously.

They had fallen into a trap.

The princess must have detected their plan in advance and was going to tear down the façade today.

If they didn't leave now, they would be captured by the enemy.

"Impossible, Yu Wencheng is the prime minister's son, how could he..." Jiang Shang shook his head in disbelief, trying to refute.

But a sudden demonic wind gave her no time for doubt.

A red silhouette swept in from outside the hall.

Her sleeves blotted out the sky, demonic aura pervasive.

"This is trouble!"

Jian Wushuang and Xiang Yang quickly retreated.

The mountain spirit had arrived.

"Tsk tsk, little girl, is this your technique?" The princess stepped in, dressed in red, her voice haunting.

As she entered the main hall, the doors behind her closed automatically.

Clearly, she wasn't planning to let them go.

"So, you're a flower demon!"

Seeing the mark on the opponent's forehead, Xiang Yang mocked, "A flower demon like you, I wouldn't even keep as a guard dog in the past, yet here you are acting all high and mighty!"

"Impudent!" The flower demon shouted angrily, sending a long sleeve flying toward Xiang Yang.

Jian Wushuang leaped over, slicing the long sleeve with his sword.

Beneath the sleeve was a root-like appendage, akin to gra.s.s or wood.

After being severed, dark red blood oozed out.

Holding his divine sword, Jian Wushuang said coldly, "You're a flower demon, why not cultivate peacefully in the mountains? Why do you persist in haunting Jiang Country? Besides, Jiang Shang doesn't have much inner energy for you to siphon. What are you thinking?"

He knew that she had practiced some demonic art, but a spirit of flora, even with demonic cultivation, shouldn't be able to absorb human blood!

Of course, there were techniques that allowed it, but those required at least an immortal level of cultivation.

That was far beyond the reach of a demon who had only just transcended the mundane. If such a technique did exist, it would be extremely unlucky for them.

As expected, after hearing his question, the flower demon hesitated and said in surprise, "You two little ones in the innate stage actually know quite a bit, but I don't have time to explain to

you two ants!"

"Heh, aren't you also in the innate stage, without even forming a golden core, yet you're pretending to be a master?" Jian Wushuang sneered.

The Flower Demon had not yet condensed a Golden Core and was still in the Innate Stage.

If she and Xiang Yang were in the early Innate Stage, then the opponent was at the peak of the

Innate Stage.

Of course, aside from the two of them, there was also Jiang Shang.

According to Jian Wushuang's judgment, Jiang Shang also possessed the strength of the peak

Innate Stage.

Three against one, the advantage was on their side.

Jiang Shang stepped down from the dragon bed and boldly removed her long robe, leaving

only her inner garments, revealing her fragrant shoulders.

Jian Wushuang couldn't help but blush and awkwardly said, "Jiang Shang, what are you

doing?"

"What you're interested in should be this!"

Jiang Shang didn't answer Jian Wushuang but instead looked at the Flower Demon.

She revealed the Wanliu totem on her back.

The originally unremarkable totem suddenly burst into a bright light due to the Flower

Demon's presence.

The Flower Demon glanced at it and instantly her eyes turned pitch black, blinding her.

"Ah!"

Her painful wails echoed throughout the entire palace.

Jian Wushuang and Xiang Yang were both stunned.

With just one glance, the Flower Demon had been reduced to this state.

Jiang Shang was also somewhat surprised. She merely wanted to know why the other party

was interested in the totem on her back.

The totem depicted a willow tree, considered a spirit of plants, which was why she asked.

But she didn't expect it would blind the Flower Demon's eyes.

Jian Wushuang hadn't antic.i.p.ated that the Wanliu Divine Wood totem would have such an effect. Xiang Yang, however, felt that the moment the bright light burst out, it contained the

aura of Xingluo.

After a moment of shock, Jian Wushuang reacted quickly, immediately launching a sword

attack on the Flower Demon.

"Don't just stand there. Strike while she's down!"

"I'll help you!" Xiang Yang also drew his sword and charged.

The two of them began hacking at the Flower Demon's spreading vines.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Jiang Shang formed a hand seal, utilizing a unique technique that surrounded her with a green

aura.

She was in the Innate Stage, unable to let her aura leak out, yet she managed to encircle

herself with it.

She leapt forward, striking the Flower Demon on the chest with a palm.

Delivering the fatal blow.

The Flower Demon was still in the Innate Stage, not yet possessing mental power strong

enough to sense opponents without her eyes.

This allowed the three of them to easily kill the Flower Demon.

They had expected a fierce battle, but were surprised by how effortlessly they resolved the

situation.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside.

Then, a voice was heard.

"Yu Wencheng, reporting to capture the a.s.sa.s.sins. I request His Majesty to open the door!"

Inside the hall, Xiang Yang cracked his neck, ready to open the door and kill his way out, but

Jian Wushuang stopped him.

Killing their way out would be easy.

But there was no need for that.

Jiang Shang was still the Emperor of the Jiang Kingdom.

No need to throw caution to the wind.

"Let him in first!" Jiang Shang sat on the dragon throne, her tone somber.

Jian Wushuang gestured for Xiang Yang to open the door.

Click!

The hall doors opened.

Yu Wencheng, wielding a halberd, charged in with the imperial guards.

He paid no attention to Xiang Yang or Jian Wushuang.