Supreme Sword Exalt

The onlookers stared wide-eyed at Gu Han in dead silence. Where did this guy pop up from? Where did he get the guts to snatch someone from the hands of the young master of the Yang family?

The boy screamed, “Who do you think you are?! How dare you meddle in my business!

He had been pampered and showered with adoration since childhood. Never had anyone dared to defy him, let alone speak to him in such a tone. He lacked maturity as a result, his emotions plain on his face. Regardless, his eyes held none of a child’s innocence, only malice and chilling coldness.

His complexion flushed crimson as he glared at Gu Han. “Do you have any idea who I am?!”

Not far away, Yang Fu sneered while stroking his beard, keeping a firm grip on Yang Lan. “Young Master, this fellow looks unfamiliar. He probably doesn’t know your reputation. Hah, a young man who doesn’t know his place, trying to be a busybody. He might not even realize he’s about to get himself killed!”

Just then, someone’s mocking voice drifted over from nearby. “Tsk, tsk, tsk! Well, well, who do we have here? If it isn’t Young Master Yang Fei. So, which blind fool managed to get on your bad side?”

Following that, someone impatiently said, “Move aside! All of you, move aside!”

The tightly packed circle of spectators was rudely shoved apart by a group of people. The crowd was about to angrily protest, but they shut up at a glance.

The group were all dressed in a strikingly identical white attire. Combined with their exceptional looks, their outfit exuded an ethereal air, making them extremely conspicuous. Yet, nobody could match the looks and bearing of the man and woman leading the group.

“Brother Meng You! Sister Meng Qian!” Yang Fei’s malicious expression vanished like a lie, replaced by a bright smile. He asked with a note of pleasant surprise, “What a coincidence! What brings you here?”

Meng You replied with a light laugh, “We’re just bored, so we took a casual stroll. Then, we heard some commotion and decided to check it out.”

Meng Qian’s beautiful eyes flickered. “Little one, what’s the matter? Did you run into some trouble?”

Yang Fei said, a bit embarrassed, “It’s nothing, really. Just a bug that doesn’t know his place, making Sister Meng Qian laugh at me!”

Meng You frowned slightly. “Oh? Do you need a hand?”

Yang Fei waved dismissively, a look of nonchalance on his face. “No, no. It’s just some rogue cultivator who popped out of nowhere. Steward Yang can handle him easily!”

Meng You glanced at Meng Qian, a teasing glint in his eye. “Don’t be so shy! We’re practically family. Your business is my business.”

Meng Qian’s face flushed, adding to her charm. “Brother, stop talking nonsense!”

Yang Fei grinned mischievously. “Hehe, Sister Meng Qian, you’re with my elder brother day and night. In three months, you’ll get married and become part of the Yang family. Why are you still so shy?”

The boy appeared innocent and cheerful, a stark contrast to his earlier venomous, icy demeanor.

Meng Qian feigned annoyance. “Tsk! You little rascal!”

Some of the crowd were confused. Eager bystanders quickly filled them in on the situation. It turned out the group in white were all disciples of Qixia Court. The brother and sister were also direct descendants of the Meng family, one of the three great families.

Yang Fei’s elder brother—Yang Lin—wasn’t only the young family lord, but also the chief disciple of Qixia Court, engaged to Meng Qian.

After scolding Yang Fei, Meng Qian’s gaze shifted to Yang Lan. “Is that the daughter born to that lowly maid?”

Yang Fei replied with a smirk, “Exactly! Just because she joined the Yuqing Sect, she thinks she’s all that now. Did she forget her surname? Also, she dared to steal spirit sources from the clan. Doesn’t she deserve punishment?”

Meng You nodded faintly. “Indeed, those who don’t understand their place need to be taught a proper lesson.”

Yang Lan, full of grievances, protested, “That’s nonsense! I told you that the spirit source was given to me by my brother!”

Meng Qian’s expression darkened. She was all smiles before, but now she radiated murderous intent. “You little wretch, who gave you the right to speak here?! Little one, my brother is right. You can’t give these people even a shred of leeway, or they’ll step on your head!”

Yang Fei scratched his head, pointing at Gu Han. “Not so fast. Let me deal with this meddler first.”

Only then did the two give Gu Han a glance. “Him?”

Considering their lofty status, they wouldn’t bat an eye toward someone like Gu Han.

Meng Qian’s beautiful eyes shifted again. “Little one, let’s make a deal.”

“Sister, what is it?”

Meng Qian said, glancing at Gu Han, “Today, I’m in a good mood. I don’t want to make things too bloody. So, how about you spare his life?”

Yang Fei seemed wronged. “Sister, but this guy insists on interfering in the Yang family’s internal affairs...”

Meng You waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine. Show mercy where you can. Little one, with your status, stooping to squabble with such a person would only tarnish the prestige of the Yang family.”

As these words fell, the crowd murmured amongst themselves.

“Who would’ve thought the Meng family would be so magnanimous.”

“Indeed. Miss Meng is not only beautiful but also kind-hearted.”

“Tsk, tsk. Young Lord Yang is truly blessed to marry her”

Yang Fei wrestled with it for a moment, then sighed. “Alright then, for brother and sister’s sake, I’ll do as you say.”

That earned him a doting gaze from Meng Qian.

“Don’t worry, I will definitely make sure you get your anger out. How about...” Meng Qian glanced around as if she was suggesting something trivial. “...we cripple him, break all four limbs, and banish him outside the city, leaving him to fend for himself?”

The crowd collectively drew a sharp breath. That would be worse than simply killing Gu Han!

The most poisonous of all is a woman’s heart! The phrase flashed through their minds. Of course, given their status, they only dared to think it.

“Great idea! See, Sister, you’re so smart! Why didn’t I think of that!” Yang Fei’s eyes lit up. He then looked at Gu Han. “Consider yourself lucky today. Hurry up and thank Sister Meng for sparing your life!”

All eyes were fixed on Gu Han. Some sighed, while some looked on with disdain.

Despite hearing the crowd’s murmur clearly, Gu Han remained completely incredulous. “You’re going to cripple me, and I’m supposed to thank you?”

Meng You said expressionlessly, “Boy, you need to learn gratitude. If not for my sister, you’d be dead!”

Gu Han fell silent, suddenly missing Fatty dearly.

Yang Fu’s gaze swept over Gu Han. With his second stage of Spirit Profound cultivation, he wouldn’t take Gu Han seriously.

“Boy, shall I break your hands or your feet first? The choice is yours,” he asked flatly, as if he had done this sort of thing many times before.

Yang Lan suddenly cried out, “Young Master, I-I’ll give you the spirit source! I’ll go back with you! Just let him go, please! He made an honest mistake, he has nothing to do with this!”

The kind-hearted girl couldn’t bear to see Gu Han implicated. Even though she herself was in dire straits, she still pleaded for Gu Han.

Yang Fu tightened his grip slightly. “Kid, you can’t even protect yourself, and you’re worried about others? Tsk tsk... Could it be that you fancy him?”

Yang Lan’s pretty face paled from the pain. “N-nonsense...”

Gu Han suddenly sighed.

Just as the crowd thought he was about to back down, he asked out of nowhere, “Your name is Yang Lan?”

“Yes...”

Gu Han nodded. “Not bad! Brother Jiang has good taste after all.”

The crowd was stunned. What? At a time like this, and you’re still talking nonsense? Are you scared out of your wits, or do you really have a death wish?

Gu Han stared at Yang Fu, slowly drawing his sword. “I told you to let go. Why didn’t you listen? Are you deaf? Or are your old eyes failing?”

This shocked the crowd even further. What? Now of all times, you’re still on about that? And even if you want to resist, at least pull out a decent spirit item. What’s with the broken sword... Are you joking?

Meng You’s face darkened. “See! These kinds of people never learn gratitude! Little sister, you shouldn’t have pleaded for him just now!”

Gu Han shot him a glance. “Pleaded? And just who do you two think you are?”

“Outrageous!”

“Reckless fool!”

“How dare you insult Senior Brother Meng! You won’t leave Yue Mountain City alive today!”

Behind Meng You, the Qixia Court disciples glared fiercely at Gu Han, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

Meng Qian’s expression had turned grim. “Little one, I take back my earlier words. This fellow is an ingrate. His business is none of my concern. Whether to kill or maim him is up to you.”

Yang Fei locked his eyes on Gu Han, the innocence in his eyes replaced by bleeding venom. “Good! Steward Yang, grab him! Don’t kill him. I want to take him back, let him learn the consequences of offending me.”

“Understood.” Yang Fu’s aura instantly surged, fully revealing his cultivation. “Boy, today—”

Gu Han slowly raised his sword, cutting him off, “Just now you said, ’break my hands or feet first.’ I’m giving that back to you. You choose first and tell me when you’ve decided.”

Yang Fu’s face darkened. “Cocky bastard! Don’t beg for mercy when you’re in agony later!”

Gu Han shook his head. “Fine, I’ll choose for you. How about the hands first?”

As his words fell, he no longer suppressed his killing intent. A sliver of killing aura instantly locked onto Yang Fu.

Yang Fu felt his mind buzz, momentarily blanking out. “What just—”

By the time he reacted, he felt as if he had been plunged into an icy abyss. Even his cultivation qi circulation became sluggish.

“What is th—”

Before he could finish, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and an excruciating pain shot through him.

He slowly looked down in disbelief. Both of his arms had been severed at the shoulders. “How is this possible?”

Just now, he hadn’t even seen how Gu Han made his move. In fact, no one else saw it.

At that very moment, a faint sound of surprise seemed to drift from the ninth floor of the Ruyi Tower. “Hmm?”

Gu Han expressionlessly waved at Yang Lan, who was stunned. “Miss, come here.”

Yang Lan walked over to Gu Han like a puppet. “Oh...”

Gu Han paused for a moment before asking, “How are Brother Jiang’s injuries?”

“Ah? H-he’s much better. There’s just some hidden injuries left to heal slowly. That’s why I—huh?” Yang Lan answered instinctively, before realizing something. “You know Brother Jiang?”

Gu Han nodded. “Yes, he’s my friend.”

Yang Lan mulled over the word, then widened her eyes as if struck by a flash of insight. “Friend... Y-you wouldn’t happen to be Gu Han, right? Brother Jiang said, aside from the late Chief Steward Li, he had no close ones left. Y-you’re his only friend! He said he owes you a debt he can never repay in this lifetime...”

Gu Han was speechless. Even something so private was shared. He was even more certain about Jiang Feng and Yang Lan’s relationship now.

That damned love at first sight! He cursed inwardly.

Meanwhile, the crowd was gradually coming to their senses.

Yang Fei stared at the blood pouring from Steward Yang’s shoulders, his face a mask of resentment. “You dare hurt my man! You’re dead! No one in the entire Northern Domain of the Eastern Wasteland can save you now!”

Gu Han glanced at him. “If you want to cripple me, I’ll cripple you. If you want to sever my limbs, I’ll sever yours. That’s fair, isn’t it?”

He brandished his sword again, his killing intent firmly locked onto Yang Fu.

“The hands were first. Now, it’s the feet!”