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As soon as Su Zhengfeng spoke, the others began to clamor.

"A countryside sect like Yinxue Tower dares to provoke my Su Family, kill without mercy!"

"First, kill these two Loose Cultivators, then launch a massive attack on Yinxue Tower and slaughter them all!"

"Indeed, this decaying Yinxue Tower should be destroyed. Even the Xuantian Sect can't reckon with us when the Four Spirits unite."

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Amidst the clamor of the crowd, Su Zhengfeng's gaze grew vicious as he spoke in a deep voice.

"I agree. Since everyone is of one mind, let's first kill those two Loose Cultivators tonight and officially declare war on Yinxue Tower."

As Su Zhengfeng spoke, the third middle-aged man on the left raised his voice.

"Family Head, killing such vermin with one blade is too lenient."

"He's injured Su Family disciples one after another. We must capture him here and execute him with a thousand cuts."

"Only then can we restore the Su Family's reputation in front of the other three families."

As everyone cheered, Su Zhengfeng looked coldly at the middle-aged man and spoke.

"Very well, let this task be yours. Before midnight, I want to see those two boys."

The middle-aged man stepped forward and saluted Su Zhengfeng.

"Su Zhenglin accepts the order and won't fail the mission."

Su Zhenglin finished speaking and turned to leave.

As he stepped out the door, two Su clan disciples surrounded him.

A young man with a cold expression, eyes long and narrow like a snake's, addressed him as uncle,

"Uncle, how did it go? Did the Family Head give the order?"

Su Zhenglin nodded.

"The Family Head ordered our branch to capture those two Loose Cultivators from Yinxue Tower and send them to the headquarters for punishment."

The young man brightened up.

"Good, in this way, our branch can also make an appearance at the Four Spirits gathering…"

Behind the snake-eyed young man, another Su family disciple snorted.

"I heard those two Loose Cultivators are not easy to deal with, even Family Head's direct disciples Su Tangzheng and Su Tangying suffered losses."

"Some even say that two uncles and elders were injured too. We can't be careless."

Su Zhenglin sighed: "Of course, I know they are not easy to deal with."

"But how can Su Tangzheng and Su Tangying, those two clowns, compare to the abilities of our branch disciples."

"As long as we handle this matter well for the Family Head, he naturally knows who to reward."

Su Zhenglin spoke, glancing at the two youths, encouraging them.

"Tangjun, Tangqing, you have been cultivating patiently for many years."

"Here comes a chance to make a good appearance, so handle the matter beautifully."

"If necessary, bring your Loose Cultivator friends along too, and I, Su Zhenglin, will appreciate it."

Su Tangjun and Su Tangqing, both bowed to Su Zhenglin.

"Yes!"

The rooms Yang Fei and Mad Blade stayed in were connected.

Mad Blade simply didn't return to his room, and the two bought some beer and peanuts, drinking and chatting.

Suddenly, Yang Fei put down the cup he had just picked up and a cold smile appeared on his face.

"It seems someone doesn't want us to be so carefree and actually came knocking."

Mad Blade was shocked, given his Cultivation, he couldn't sense the situation outside the hotel.

However, being clever, Mad Blade immediately reacted.

"I get it, it must be that bunch of bastards from the Su Family again."

Just as Mad Blade was about to rise, Yang Fei stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"They're just some small fry, don't let them spoil our drink."

Yang Fei said, casually folding a paper figure, then gently blowing a wisp of Spiritual Energy onto it.

A flash of azure light passed, and the paper figure turned into a stream of light, heading outside the door.

Mad Blade was a bit curious: "What are you doing?"

He spoke while picking up the beer.

Yang Fei chuckled: "Do you want to know? Look here!"

He said, casually picked up a round mirror, and drew some Talisman Records on it.

With the light shimmering on the mirror, after a misty blue glow, the mirror revealed the scene in the hallway outside.

They saw shadows of people in the corridor, sneaking towards one side, each emanating faint Spiritual Energy fluctuations.

Mad Blade understood and gritted his teeth.

"Sure enough, it's that group of Su Family scum, coming to make trouble."

Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Calm down, let me show you my puppet controlling capability."

"By the way, do you like Chu Liuxiang or Ximen Chuixue?"

"Ximen Chuixue... I say, isn't talking about this now rather boring?"

Mad Blade watched as the group already controlled the corridor, ready to burst in, feeling quite anxious.

Yang Fei chuckled: "Then Ximen Chuixue it is, I thought you would choose Pan Jinlian…"

Listening to him ramble, Mad Blade didn't understand what this guy was up to, but at this moment, he couldn't bother to think more.

He saw in the mirror a cultivator holding a talisman, seemingly an Exploding Thunder Talisman.

The person was ready to forcefully break in, suddenly stood up, ready to attack.

Yang Fei grabbed his arm: "Not yet, look again."

Whoosh!

At this moment, a flash of dazzling sword light swept by.

The cultivator holding a thunderstorm talisman, ready to break down the door, let out a miserable scream.

His left arm, cut off at the elbow, dropped bloodily to the ground, fingers twitching.

In his hand, a yellow thunderstorm talisman remained tightly clasped.

Mad Blade was taken aback, shocked and puzzled.

"This… this is…"

In front of Yang Fei's room, there was already a man dressed in white like snow, with long hair fluttering, holding a longsword.

The man was exceedingly handsome, his long hair covering his eyes, while his other eye shone like a celestial star.

This was precisely Ximen Chuixue, as depicted in the version with Aaron Kwok!

Ximen Chuixue's longsword dripped blood drop by drop from the tip.

He stood expressionless in front of the door, coldly watching the five or six Cultivators, saying nothing.

The injured person was none other than Su Tangjun.

He could never have imagined, just as he wanted to break into the room, such an odd swordsman would appear.

Su Tangjun glared at the long-haired swordsman before him, clutching his wound tightly, blood seeping through his fingers.

"Who… who are you? How dare you oppose the Su Family!"

Another Su Family disciple, Su Tangqing, recognized the young man as soon as he laid eyes on him, screamed in shock.

"You… you're Ximen Chuixue!"

Ximen Chuixue's longsword lay across his chest, his gaze as icy as the sword's that it seemed even colder behind it.

"Leave, or die!"

From his thin lips, he spat out a curt sentence.

Each word was like a longsword, sharply exposed.

Inside the room, Mad Blade was utterly stupefied, staring blankly at Yang Fei.

"What kind of nonsense are you up to?"

Yang Fei gravely looked at Mad Blade, leisurely reciting.

"Ximen Chuixue wields not snow, but blood!"

Mad Blade saw his Sword Qi piercing and suddenly exclaimed.

"I get it, that Ximen Chuixue was the paper man you just cut out, damn, you could actually do that."

Yang Fei laughed heartily: "I've known about role-playing for a long time, this time I'll show them how amazing I am!"

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