Chapter 687: A Beauty’s Visit—A Great Honor

While “Wanwan” and “Shi Feixuan” were locked in a fierce battle, the romantic young man Hou Xibai once again faced off against the red-haired woman. Though the red-haired woman was quite skilled, she was clearly far inferior to Hou Xibai—after just ten moves, she was already at a severe disadvantage.
But things soon took a turn. A blood-soaked figure crashed through the window of the tavern and stumbled onto the empty street. It was the monk who had been targeted by the purple-haired man among the male and female demons inside the tavern. Seeing this, Shi Feixuan on the roof paled and cried out, “Master Qingyuan!” She tried to descend to rescue him, but Wanwan held her tightly back. “Sister, where are you going?”
……
“Haha! Die, baldy!”
At the same time, a dark shadow shot out from inside! With a arrogant shout, the purple-haired man rushed at the monk lying on the ground. Without hesitation, his ink-jade-like palm, carrying a fierce wind, slammed down.
“Get lost!”
Hou Xibai reacted swiftly. With a twist of his wrist, he unfolded his Beauty Fan, which spun like a hidden weapon and flew back at the purple-haired man behind him. The sharp edges of the fan were no less deadly than divine weapons. Feeling the cutting force, the purple-haired man was forced to halt his attack mid-swing…
Seeing that Master Qingyuan was unharmed, something unexpected happened, shocking all onlookers. Just as Hou Xibai prepared to rescue the bloodied Master Qingyuan, a terrifyingly cold blade appeared behind him. His body staggered, and a shocking burst of blood erupted from his shoulder.
“Yang Xuyan!!”
With a cry, Hou Xibai quickly retracted his Beauty Fan and tapped rapidly into the air several times, finally forcing out the one who had secretly attacked him. It was a man clad in black armor, with a handsome face but an aura of utter coldness—Shadow Assassin Yang Xuyan.
From *The Legend of the Two Dragons*, the youngest master among them—here, four of them appeared at once: the romantic young man, the Shadow Assassin, the Sword-Soul Master, and the Yin Gui Witch.
Hou Xibai was injured, Master Qingyuan was gravely wounded—the situation was critical. Shi Feixuan was trapped by Wanwan and unable to escape, leaving everyone in extreme danger.
“Hou Xibai, take Master Qingyuan and break through! I’ll cover for you!”
“Still want to run?”
As soon as Shi Feixuan spoke, Yang Xuyan and the male and female demons surrounded Hou Xibai and Master Qingyuan, blocking all exits. “You two can’t get away.”

Although Hou Xibai’s shoulder had stopped bleeding, it seemed his injury was severe, reducing his combat strength. Now, he had to face three opponents alone and also try to lead someone out—his determination outweighed his ability.
Monk Qingyuan clearly realized this as well and smiled bitterly:
“Buddha says: If I do not go to hell, who will?” Young Master Hou and Miss Shi need not worry about this humble monk, but I refuse to let the key to Master Yang’s treasure fall into the hands of the demons.” As he spoke, he took out a box from his bosom.
“Hand it over, and I’ll leave you alive.”
Yang Xuyan spoke coldly, his gaze fixed intently on the box in Monk Qingyuan’s hands.
“Never.”
“Seeking death!”
His expression changed suddenly as the slender sword in his hand transformed into a black snake, silently and swiftly lunging at Qingyuan to end this quickly.
But just then, a sigh came from somewhere unknown.
“Ding!”
At the last moment before his poisonous sword struck Monk Qingyuan, it was deflected by a gust of wind that appeared out of nowhere. His sword movement halted as another gust hit him.
Ugh!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The invisible gusts struck Yang Xuyan’s body. Under everyone’s eyes, he trembled and stepped back several times.
“Who?”
The male and female demons were shocked. As they roared in anger, the purple-haired man fiercely slapped Monk Qingyuan, who had no chance to resist—he already thought this task was too easy, and now that someone hidden was intervening, he knew he couldn’t give them time or opportunity.
Yet…
Though he was fast, the hidden figure seemed to have anticipated his move, blocking him with another gust of wind.
Before his raised hand could land, the fierce gust struck his ink-jade-like palm with unstoppable force.
Ah!!
The purple-haired man cried out in pain as if struck by lightning, staggering several steps before finally stabilizing himself. He tightly grasped his trembling hand, fear showing in his eyes for the first time.
Seeing the purple-haired man suffer, the red-haired woman also grew unusually serious. She suppressed her urge to attack Monk Qingyuan again, afraid of repeating the same mistake.
“Who are you, master? Dare to show yourself!”
Yang Xuyan’s expression was grim. He could feel that his energy flow was under the other person’s control—seemingly, none of his moves escaped the mysterious expert’s notice. With a serious expression, he scanned the restaurant around, trying to find the culprit.
“Hiding sneakily and not showing up—could it be that you’re ashamed?” The red-haired woman said, quietly pulling out a needle as thin as a cow’s hair from her sleeve.

Just as he was about to act, that finger wind appeared again.
“Ah!”
A blood hole appeared on the red-haired woman’s arm, causing it to lose all strength instantly. The venomous needle fell to the ground from her sleeve, and her delicate and charming face twisted greatly—her beauty completely ruined.
Seeing that the red-haired woman’s condition was worse than his own, the purple-haired man quickly thought and said, “Stop attacking. It might be a master from the Mythical Realm. If we provoke him further, his next attack could kill us.”
He realized that although the person hiding in the shadows didn’t show themselves, each attack grew stronger—warning Yang Xuyan, deterring him, and severely injuring the red-haired woman by disabling one of her arms.
If they attacked again, who knew which part of their body would be pierced by blood holes?
Their awe and fear of this mysterious and powerful foe finally made them give up any intention of attacking Monk Qingyuan.
Hou Xibai reacted quickly. Seeing the three enemies intimidated by the mysterious master, he hesitated no longer, stepped forward to help Monk Qingyuan up, and dashed away at high speed.
Just as Yang Xuyan was about to move, his ears twitched suddenly, and he stopped in his tracks!
Thud! Thud!
Two small holes appeared in the wall of the restaurant behind him.
Yang Xuyan’s expression turned even darker. If he had moved earlier, those holes would have appeared on him as well.
Even Yang Xuyan was too afraid to move, let alone the male and female demons, who watched helplessly as Hou Xibai took the severely injured Monk Qingyuan and flew away. They didn’t dare move for a long time, staring warily at one of the restaurants, their eyes filled with hesitation and fear.
“Sister Wanwan, thank you for your hospitality today. Wait a moment.”
Seeing Monk Qingyuan leave with the help of the mysterious master, Shi Feixuan also felt much relieved. With a swing of her sword, she easily pushed Wanwan away and vanished like a white cloud, passing through several buildings.
Wanwan didn’t chase after her. She turned around, stepped lightly, and floated up to the second floor of a restaurant, appearing in front of a man wearing a conical hat who was drinking by himself.
The second floor fell silent instantly. The martial artists who had been watching from the windows were terrified by the arrival of this ominous figure and quickly retreated.
Only the man in the conical hat seemed unimpressed. He remained seated calmly and even invited her, “It’s an honor to have a beautiful lady visit. How about a drink?”