“It is rare for us brothers to reunite. Tonight, we should enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Why not have a drink first, Brother Bi?”
Outside the window, Hong Ning’s lips curled slightly as she shifted her gaze to Bi Qin.
Bi Qin was visibly surprised.
After a long silence, he suddenly stood and cupped his hands in a formal salute.
“I have offended you greatly. I have no face left to see you again. I came here tonight to ask something of you, Brother Yang.”
Not only Yang Zhen but even Hong Ning was momentarily stunned.
Yang Zhen set down the wine jug and looked at him.
“What do you mean, Brother Bi?”
Bi Qin let out a sigh.
“It is true that I have taken lives, but I had no choice. There are reasons behind my actions. I only ask that you show mercy and let the past remain in the past. In return, I will leave immediately.”
The situation had changed unexpectedly.
Though Yang Zhen was deeply suspicious, he showed no reaction on his face. Pouring wine into his cup, he replied evenly, “Brother Bi, you overthink things. I will do as you wish. At dawn, I will set out on my journey.”
Bi Qin was overjoyed and bowed deeply.
“Brother Yang, your kindness is immeasurable. One day, I will surely repay you.”
Seeing that Bi Qin truly intended to leave, Yang Zhen relaxed slightly. He nodded, gesturing for him to sit, and raised his cup.
“We part ways today, not knowing when we shall meet again. Allow me to toast you, Brother Bi.”
This time, Bi Qin let his guard down completely.
He raised his cup and drained it in one go.
“Meeting again is hardly difficult. It’s just that—”
Before he could finish, his expression changed abruptly.
His face twisted as he hurled the cup to the floor and shot to his feet, pointing a trembling finger at Yang Zhen.
“This… this…!”
Not knowing how strong the talisman’s effect would be, Yang Zhen instinctively took two steps back, his eyes darting toward the window.
He had signaled for Hong Ning, but was she actually there?
The moment the trap was sprung, Hong Ning wasted no time—she flew inside and landed in front of Yang Zhen, blocking him.
“Wicked creature! Surrender at once!”
With most of his powers sealed, Bi Qin immediately realized he had fallen into a trap. His voice was filled with rage.
“Brother Yang, you gave me your word! How can you go back on it?”
Before Yang Zhen could respond, Hong Ning struck with her sword.
“Using demonic arts to create chaos, feasting on human brains, taking innocent lives—if I were to let you go so easily, what justice would remain in this world?”
Seeing how confident she was, Bi Qin’s heart wavered.
He turned into a fragrant breeze, attempting to flee out the door.
But the moment he stepped outside, he sensed something was terribly wrong.
The courtyard was filled with an eerie, suffocating yin energy—thick like a heavy blue-black mist.
The lanterns flickered dimly, nearly extinguished.
On the walls, shadows twisted like lurking specters, filling every corner with a chilling, murderous aura.
Hong Ning immediately rushed outside in pursuit. Without hesitation, she raised her cypress sword, chanting an incantation.
Over the past year, she had absorbed the inner cores of several demons, significantly enhancing her spiritual power. Now, as she invoked her spell, streams of green energy rapidly gathered at the tip of her sword.
With a sharp cry of “Strike!”, she swung the blade down toward Bi Qin.
Yin and yang are neither superior nor inferior—constantly shifting, opposing yet balancing one another.
In battle, victory is determined by strength and momentum.
The formation surrounding the courtyard had already been set, gathering an overwhelming amount of yin energy, making it nearly impossible for the peach demon’s yang energy to take form.
Bi Qin understood the danger immediately. His expression flickered with uncertainty as he hastily dodged the strike.
Hong Ning sneered. “Do you really think you can escape?”
Bi Qin glanced at the formation before letting out a cold snort. “Petty tricks. Do you really think this can stop me?”
Suddenly, several giant peach blossoms, each as large as a basin, bloomed in midair, radiating a soft white light.
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