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That night, Sword Heart Valley suffered a massacre at the hands of Mo Wuhen, who was aware that I was heading to the Nether Valley with the Azure Blood Sword in search of Qingxin Grass. Mo Wuhen scoffed, "Qingxin Grass? Easier said than done. With this yellow-haired girl, I returned empty-handed and severely injured back then." He waved his hand, commanding his shadow guards, "Take the map and chase after that yellow-haired girl. You must retrieve the Azure Blood Sword for me."
I opened my eyes again as dawn broke. I extinguished the campfire, picked up my sword, and continued my journey to find Qingxin Grass. Deep within the heart of the Nether Valley, silence enveloped me, and I seemed to have lost my way. After wandering for several days, I found myself retracing my steps.
A recent struggle with a wild beast had left me exhausted and wounded. My long sword supported my swaying body as I had been consumed by a singular thought during my time in the Nether Valley: to find Qingxin Grass. However, the tranquility of this ancient forest was shattered by a sudden discovery. I stumbled upon some signs—trampled vegetation, broken branches, and disturbed soil. These clues indicated that someone was stealthily tracking me.
I crouched down to examine these traces closely. They were fresh, suggesting that the pursuer was not far behind and that there were likely multiple individuals. A tightness gripped my heart—who were they? What was their purpose? The trials of life and death I had faced recently had matured me; I was no longer the naive girl who had just emerged from the valley.
I decided to change my route and head toward more treacherous terrain, hoping that the complex landscape would slow down my pursuers. I navigated through dense woods, using every tree and rock as cover while carefully erasing my tracks.
Yet, it seemed my pursuers were exceptionally familiar with the terrain of the Nether Valley; they relentlessly pursued me as if they could scent my presence. I began to calculate in my mind whether I could defeat them in direct confrontation. However, I quickly dismissed that thought. Those who could track me to such a perilous place were undoubtedly skilled fighters, and there were many of them—I couldn't take that risk.
I quickened my pace, but anxiety tightened within me like a taut string ready to snap at any moment. I needed a plan—a way to shake off my pursuers.
Suddenly, in an open area, I halted and realized I could not escape their deliberate tracking. Glancing at the figures in the distance, I abruptly turned and ran in another direction.
It seemed my pursuers sensed something; they accelerated their pace in an attempt to encircle me. Seizing this opportunity to maneuver, I observed their movements and habits. They acted with precision and order, clearly well-trained.
After a quick turn, I found an opening. Hiding behind a massive boulder, I waited for them to approach. As they passed by, I struck suddenly with all my strength—the Azure Blood Sword flashed fiercely as I took down several of the leading pursuers in one swift motion before quickly turning away.
However, it was inevitable that one cloaked figure caught up with me ahead on the path, sword pointed directly at me. A shock coursed through me; I knew I had been exposed. Drawing the Azure Blood Sword, I prepared for battle. The black-clad man's eyes flickered with surprise as he recognized my sword.
"Hand over the Azure Blood Sword, and I'll spare your life," he said coldly.
I gripped the hilt tightly but felt an unusual calm within me. I knew this fight was unavoidable. Charging at him with my sword raised high, our blades clashed with a sharp ring as his attacks were fierce and precise, each strike aimed at vital points.
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