True Solution of the Sword Dao
Chapter 175 - 169 Yuan Yue 1

Chapter 175: Chapter 169 Yuan Yue 1

Boom!!

A crimson halo behind Aisaha suddenly burst open, enveloping the entire area between the two people in a blanket of blood-red. Wherever the red spread, the halo quickly transformed into a red liquid that flowed slowly on the streets like magma.

With a smile on his lips and an icy, frenzied gaze, Sis radiated a peculiar sense of contradiction. Three pairs of huge black wings fluttered gently behind him, carrying him directly into midair, landing atop a streetlight, as his glossy black six wings wrapped completely around him. A few sparse black feathers drifted down slowly. Speckles of darkness began to slowly spread out from him as the center.

The two of them, one high and one low, faced each other. Countless magma-like fiery red slowly spread out around them.

Aisaha’s right hand opened, directly facing Sis. The fiery red giant eye behind him gradually darkened.

"Who!!" He suddenly looked toward the warehouse entrance.

Sis also turned his gaze in that direction at the same time. The fact that someone could come so close without being noticed indicated the strength of the newcomer.

At the entrance of the warehouse, where it should have been illuminated by a streetlight, was an abnormal patch of pitch darkness. A slender silhouette slowly emerged from the darkness. She was a young woman with the demeanor of a hawk, her features delicate, her black hair tied in a short ponytail, her expression calm. She wore a dark purple trench coat casually draped over her, buttons undone, revealing a black tube top and dark pants underneath, black boots clicking crisply on the cold street as she walked.

"I was just passing by, carry on," the woman said casually.

Aisaha’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at Sis, withdrew his hand, and the countless fiery red magma rapidly retracted into the red ripples behind him, the two giant eyes also gradually vanishing into the air. He pressed down the brim of his hat and in an instant, disappeared.

The entire street returned to its original calm as if there had never been any fight from the start.

The six wings behind Sis at the top of the streetlight suddenly spread wide and then shattered, dissolving into countless black feathers that scattered and disappeared.

"Sis, don’t you remember me?" the woman suddenly spoke. She had her hands in her coat pockets, tilting her head slightly.

Sis lightly leaped, landing directly on the ground in front of the woman.

"What are you here for?"

"After all these years, you don’t miss me a bit. That makes me really sad," the woman said with a smile. "Besides, I just saved you once."

"Saved me?" Sis’s expression darkened slightly, "You think I couldn’t have killed him?"

"Not at your current state, at least. How did you get these severe injuries?" the woman lightly snapped her fingers, countless transparent ripples instantly dissolving around them, returning the street to reality as two black sedans drove past them, a breeze lifting the long tail of the woman’s coat.

Sis remained silent.

The woman said nothing further.

After a moment of silence, Sis finally said hoarsely, "Aisaha is indeed terrifying."

"Yes, even at your peak, you were no match for him, and neither am I," the woman said in a low voice.

Sis remained silent.

This was his first time feeling a tangible gap with an opponent at the same level. Even when facing Yan Shi, it was due to being completely overwhelmed by a higher level, confident that if it were the same level, he would certainly be among the strongest, a conviction every strong person has in their past efforts and accomplishments, thus no strong person without seeing a tangible gap would admit being inferior to others, and every strong person has absolute confidence in themselves over others, never believing themselves to be inferior.

Moreover, at his level, what truly determined the outcome wasn’t potential energy, but rather combat experience, ability suppression, tactical application, and other aspects during the fight. After all, in the current world, there were too few strong individuals at grade B.

Yet Aisaha seemed superior to Sis in every aspect.

"You have no reason to provoke Aisaha, of course, I won’t ask your reasons, but, just you alone won’t do, do you want me to help?" the woman asked with a smile, her smile graceful and filled with poise and absolute confidence.

"No need," Sis said faintly, turning and walking away in the original direction. He soon disappeared at the street corner.

The woman folded her arms, watching Sis’s departing figure with interest.

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An Caiyuan’s matter was resolved.

It ended with the failure of their joint team. As for this outcome, Lin Fei had no interest in intervening. He just took his rightful share. Disappointed, An Caiyuan returned to South Korea, while Lin Fei boarded a plane alone back to Southwest Province.

The trip from Jiangnan City back to the provincial capital Fengyang City of Southwest Province took only an hour.

When he came out of Fengyang Airport, it was already the afternoon, and the blood-red sunset dyed everything in the same hue.

Lin Fei unexpectedly received a text message from Sis.

Outside the airport, standing in front of a silver Volkswagen, Lin Fei looked at the cellphone in his hand. He remained silent, hesitating for a long time before getting into the car.

"Mr. Lin?" the male driver in the driver’s seat asked in confusion. He was an internal staff member sent by the company to pick someone up in Fengyang.

"Oh, it’s nothing," Lin Fei still appeared as a middle-aged man. He opened the car door and sat in the back.

With a bang, Lin Fei closed the car door and the cellphone cover. His eyes flickered slightly. As the view outside the windows slowly began to move backward through the tinted glass, everything outside seemed to grow quiet.

"Aisaha..." he sighed softly.

"What did you say, sir?" the driver in the front tilted his head slightly and asked.

"It’s nothing, just feeling a bit emotional after just getting back," Lin Fei put on a gentle smile.

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Next to the Ping City Municipal Building, in an apartment building by the roadside.

Chen Jing sat by the bedroom bed, her face looking haggard.

"The Red Boots are in that Swordsmanship Club! We should send more people to catch her!"

The young woman beside her glanced at her helplessly.

"Such a murderous demon!" Chen Jing said bitterly, biting her lip, "Aren’t you supposed to be a powerful Dream Eater family? Why did you fail twice? Even sister Chunli died..."

Wang Chunli had initially escaped Red Boots’ assassination with her, but now she was gone too. Of the three, only she remained. She couldn’t forget that fear and helplessness from back then.

Chen Jing had become somewhat neurotic. She had been hiding here for many days, unable to go out, nor daring to. Her activity was limited to a room of less than a hundred square meters.

The young woman by her side, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, had always been the Wu Family’s representative in contact with her.

"If only it were that simple," the woman said helplessly. "Our actions have been discovered by them. Five consecutive contact personnel have died, and additionally..." she paused. "Your brother Chen Wu has disappeared."

Chen Jing was shocked.

"Disappeared? Why?"

"We don’t know. The Wu Family is now severely short-staffed. Wang Chunli brought you into us also to supplement our personnel. You should know from those experiences, our Dream World is essentially a world of survival of the fittest. It’s not a metaphor; it’s the actual law of the weak being preyed upon by the strong. Didn’t you decide to join us because of this too?"

Chen Jing’s expression slowly turned somber.

"You need to understand, we are not strong enough right now; we must endure," the woman advised. "In the two operations, although we suffered heavy losses, the Red Boots also paid a price. We just need to wait for the next batch of reinforcements to arrive. Meanwhile, you must hide well. Your importance to us isn’t in fighting."

Chen Jing bit her lip and nodded firmly.

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June 14, 2005

9:17 AM

Inside the Swordsmanship Club.

In the sixth swordsmanship room, more than a dozen young people held swords awkwardly, slowly moving in sync with a young woman standing at the front. Occasionally, their blunt sword blades clinked against each other, producing a clear metallic sound.

The woman in front, graceful and dressed in plain white, moved with her sword flowing with her garments – it was Xu Ruoruo. She focused intently on the tip of her sword, her entire spirit seemingly concentrated there. She was no longer dressed as the tomboy she once was. It seemed that having gone through a major change, she had also seen through many things, devoting herself fully to swordsmanship.

"The key to entering my Dragon-Intent Swordsmanship is in the hand that holds the sword; it must be steady! Not just simply steady, but it has to reach the extremity you can achieve," a young man stood to the side, carefully explaining. He was only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a face barely above ordinary, looking quite average. However, his build was decent, and his fingers were long, resembling those of a pianist.

"The important reason humans walk on two legs, not four, is because of the cerebellum," this young man was Lin Fei, recently returned from Fengyang. Currently experiencing a temporary plateau in his cultivation level, he naturally resumed his normal life. "The cerebellum controls the body, constantly adjusting its balance at all times – left and right, forward and backward. If you pay a little attention, you will notice your body is actually swaying slightly every moment, then making minute adjustments continually. This is the function of the cerebellum." He paused, then continued, "Just like we hold up a cup of water. The weight ofApples and the strength we need to exert are in a balance, with a bit more strength needed to lift it up. However, if you hang it in mid-air, you can clearly see the cup continuously swaying."

Everyone listened intently, as Lin Fei was known as the Senior Instructor Brother, responsible for coaching dozens of students here. Although his visits to the club were not frequent, he was their primary source for explaining fundamental concepts.

The most serious among them was a girl on the left side of the students, slightly overweight and only moderately pretty, quite unremarkable among the students. She was Zhou Ting, who had always pursued elements of adventure. After going out shopping with some classmates last time and seeing this place, she had decided to try her luck and enrolled in the Swordsmanship Club’s training. Little did she expect to see Lin Fei here, the sword-wielding youth who had committed a shocking murder in her apartment building. That completely settled her heart. She had been intimidated by Lin Fei then, which led her to crazily participate in various Martial Arts Clubs.

After Zhou Ting joined the Swordsmanship Club and saw Lin Fei, she first thought it might be a mistake. However, after some interaction, she became more confused. This Lin Fei had a slight coldness about him, very similar to the boy she had seen before. In the end, she was almost sure they were the same person. She just lacked an opportunity to ask him directly.

"Dragon-Intent Swordsmanship also follows this principle, relying on so-called balance to refine the purpose of your exertion. Slowly practice the sword moves, try to feel deeply, and stabilize the blade of your sword, keeping it straight and coordinated, ensuring the tip doesn’t tilt to one side," Lin Fei walked along the edge of the formation of students and spoke slowly. "This basic sword dance, to reach the level of Instructor Xu, would basically be up to standard." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)