Qin Lu stood upon the roof of the Gu manor, his gaze fixed on the distant city walls. He gripped the hilt of his sword, silently awaiting the arrival of Kong Mengli.

His actions today might have seemed impulsive, but they were the result of cold, hard calculation. Previously, he had hesitated—not just out of respect for Kong Mengli’s cultivation, but out of fear of the unknown. He was a stranger in this market; he hadn’t known if she had powerful allies or if Jiang Ge, the Market Master, would protect her as a local fixture.

However, the confrontation two weeks prior had changed everything. When she had cornered him at his gate, no other Foundation Establishment experts had risen to her defense. Even Jiang Ge, the “Local Emperor” of the White Jade Market, had remained impartial, prioritizing evidence over her prestige.

It was clear: Kong Mengli was a pariah. Her cold, aloof nature had left her isolated. This realization was the final piece of the puzzle, giving Qin Lu the confidence to execute Tao Meng and face her head-on.

The news of the massacre at the Tao estate swept through the market like a wildfire. It didn’t take long for the inevitable response.

A golden streak of light surged from the city wall, hurtling toward the Gu manor with murderous intent. Qin Lu tracked the figure’s trajectory and murmured, “She’s here.”

Gu Yue rolled her shoulders, her eyes burning with a fierce light. “Good. Let her come.”

Kong Mengli descended from the clouds, her yellow robes fluttering in the wind. Her skin was as pale as winter snow, but her beauty was masked by a mask of glacial rage.

“Qin Lu!” she hissed, looking down at them from the sky. “Did you dare lay hands on the Tao family?”

Qin Lu gave a curt nod. With a flick of his wrist, the severed head of Tao Meng rose from the roof tiles, levitating until it bobbed directly in front of Kong Mengli’s face.

“The man was a cancer, arrogant and overbearing,” Qin Lu said flatly. “I’ve sent him ahead to the yellow springs. Do you wish to join him?”

“You seek death!”

Kong Mengli screamed, summoning a pale blue blade. She dove from the heavens, a falling star of killing intent.

Thrum!

Qin Lu threw a punch, unleashing a concentrated blast of pressurized air. The [Finger Flick Technique], normally a subtle tool, roared like a cannon under his max-level proficiency.

Kong Mengli’s eyes widened in surprise. She twisted mid-air, her mid-stage Foundation Establishment reflexes narrowly allowing her to dodge the invisible projectile. She hadn’t expected the “pretty boy” from the market gates to possess such terrifying hidden depth.

She closed the distance in a heartbeat. Qin Lu and Gu Yue met her halfway, steel clashing against steel in a spray of brilliant sparks.

Clang!

The impact vibrated through the Seven Star Sword and into Qin Lu’s marrow. Despite his years of physical tempering and sword mastery, the sheer weight of her spiritual pressure sent him hurtling backward several zhang.

So this is the power of the mid-stage, Qin Lu thought, his heart hammering against his ribs. She was stronger than he had anticipated.

But there was no turning back. Qin Lu gritted his teeth and surged forward, becoming a blur of lightning. He moved with lethal efficiency, his blade whistling toward her throat. He felt no pity for her beauty; in his eyes, a woman who sought his life was merely a corpse that hadn’t stopped moving yet.

“Clang!”

Kong Mengli parried his strike and shoved him back with a burst of icy Qi. As she spun to deflect Gu Yue’s spear, she caught Qin Lu off-balance, planting a heavy, spiritual-reinforced kick squarely into his chest.

Boom!

Qin Lu was sent crashing through the roof of a nearby outbuilding. Tiles shattered and timber splintered, burying him in a cloud of choking dust.

“How dare you!” Gu Yue roared. Her face flushed a deep crimson as she activated the Gu Family’s exclusive secret technique, her spear strikes becoming a blurred, savage whirlwind.

Down in the ruins, Qin Lu kicked away a fallen beam and spat a mouthful of blood. His eyes were cold. “I won’t underestimate you again.”

He pushed off the ground, ascending like a bolt from a crossbow. He had suffered only minor bruising; his physical foundation was too robust for a single kick to break him. He rejoined the fray, his blade weaving around Gu Yue’s spear in a dance of perfect, silent synchronization.

The three were a blur of lethal motion, but the duel was abruptly cut short.

“Enough! Cease this at once!”

A voice like rolling thunder shook the air. Jiang Ge materialized between the combatants, his aura as a late-stage Foundation Establishment expert erupting like a volcano. The sheer pressure forced the three to break their engagement and retreat.

Jiang Ge glared at them, his usual benevolence replaced by cold authority. “Are you three determined to level my market to the ground?”

“Market Master Jiang!” Kong Mengli’s voice trembled with fury. “This man murdered the Tao Patriarch. The evidence is in your hands. He must pay with his life!”

Qin Lu composed himself and bowed slightly. “Market Master, I ask you to look at the cause. Tao Meng repeatedly slandered me and targeted my innocent friends, disregarding every law of this market. I have merely removed a malignant tumor for the sake of White Jade.”

“You—!” Kong Mengli lunged, her sword humming.

“I said enough!” Jiang Ge blocked her path, his voice dropping to a dangerous chill. “I care not for your grievances. I will not permit open warfare within these walls.”

“Fine,” Gu Yue spat, pointing a trembling finger toward the city gates. “Then we take it outside. Widow, do you have the courage to face us in the wastes?”

Kong Mengli’s face turned livid. She looked at Gu Yue, then at the silent, deadly Qin Lu. She knew that in a two-on-one battle outside the city’s protection, her chances were slim.

She took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto Qin Lu with murderous focus.

“Qin Lu,” she shouted, her voice echoing across the district. “Do you have the spine to face me alone on the Life-and-Death Stage?”

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