Her dying wish: Don't kill her!

The massive sword in Ying Changqing's hand, as large as a mountain, broke in two, and the front end crashed to the ground.

The mountain peak crashed down, the earth trembled violently, and the forest in front bore the brunt, with countless towering ancient trees being broken into broken branches and twigs.

Those watching from afar would surely see countless birds and beasts fleeing in panic, scrambling to escape the area.

"Spring rain!"

A roar suddenly came from the smoke and dust, and a pale blue sword shot towards Ying Changqing.

Ying Changqing immediately recognized it as Su Muyu's sword—Changhong.

He also knew that this was Su Muyu's final blow.

This sword technique is called "Spring Rain," and it's completely different from the previous sword techniques.

It is no longer sharp, but rather like a continuous drizzle, unstoppable, and even somewhat beautiful.

But its power is even greater, no less than the previous sword moves, and even stronger.

In the blink of an eye, "Spring Rain" pierced the center of the giant god's avatar's brow, which was also the spot where Ying Changqing was standing.

"Click, click..."

A cracking sound rang in Ying Changqing's ears, and countless cracks appeared between the brows of the giant god's avatar.

The pale blue rainbow sword pierced through the Dharma Image's defenses and went straight for Ying Changqing's brow.

Su Muyu's aura completely dissipated, and the brilliance of her final sword strike vanished entirely.

The sword pierced through the giant god's avatar's defenses, but stopped half an inch in front of Ying Changqing.

Having witnessed the power of the Eighteen Swords Formation once again, Ying Changqing's interest in the formation grew even stronger.

Su Muyu collapsed to the ground, his full-force sword strike failing to harm Ying Changqing in the slightest.

His eyes lost their light, and blood continued to gush out.

Seventeen slender swords lay scattered around Su Muyu, their spiritual power exhausted.

Su Muyu couldn't understand why Ying Changqing was so powerful, and he felt despair.

He believed he had used up all the power of the Eighteen Swords Formation.

Yet he couldn't even manage to injure Ying Changqing!

He took Ying Changqing's sword strike himself, but the sword was so powerful that it was impossible to catch it easily.

Su Muyu's meridians were all severed; even Hua Tuo couldn't save him.

Just as they were shocked by Ying Changqing's strength, Ying Changqing dispelled the Giant God Dharma Form and picked up Su Muyu's Rainbow Sword.

He felt his internal energy was weak, and looking at the ordinary longsword, his eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

"Mr. Su's strength is indeed astonishing; he was able to break through the giant god's avatar."

"The Eighteen Swords Formation is indeed formidable."

"Unfortunately, we are now enemies; you must die."

Su Muyu, lying on the ground, coughed up blood and looked up at Ying Changqing.

"Ahem, I'm just your defeated opponent."

"I'm so lucky to have received your evaluation before I die."

"I knew this day would come the moment I killed my first person. That's the fate of a killer."

After saying that, he turned to the north, which was the direction of Beili.

His eyes were filled with reluctance, and he used the last bit of his inner strength to keep his heart beating.

"Cough cough~"

She coughed up another mouthful of blood and turned to Ying Changqing.

"Young Master, the Qin Empire controls the Luo Wang network, so they should know the rules of the assassin world."

Ying Changqing nodded slightly, staring at Su Muyu.

Su Muyu refused to leave, as if she still had something to say.

"Mr. Su, do you have any last words?"

Su Muyu nodded with difficulty and took out a bloodstained manual from her bosom. The cover had the four characters "Eighteen Sword Formation" written on it.

Ying Changqing looked surprised when he saw it.

"Mr. Su, instead of destroying this manual with your internal energy, you're giving it to me?"

Upon hearing this, Su Muyu said with difficulty, "I can see that you are very interested in the Eighteen Swords Formation, so I am willing to give you this manual."

He looked at Ying Changqing with earnest eyes and continued, "I wonder who will be sent to kill you next."

"I hope that when you encounter an assassin named Bai Hehuai in the future, you can kill her completely, so that she will never have the chance to assassinate you."

"He must remain hidden by the young master's side; only in this way can she safely spend the rest of her life."

"I am a defeated general and have no right to make any demands on you, sir."

"But please, young master, for the sake of the Eighteen Swords Formation, grant this dying man's last request."

After speaking, Su Muyu raised the Eighteen Swords Formation and laboriously handed it to Ying Changqing.

Upon hearing Bai Hehuai's name, Ying Changqing immediately recalled all the information about her.

Bai Hehuai is a renowned physician in Medicine King Valley, young but with exceptional medical skills.

Her father was Su Zhe of the Dark River Organization, and her mother was Wen Luojin of the Wen family.

She and Su Muyu were truly in love.

"Mr. Su, are you afraid she'll seek revenge if she finds out you're dead?"

Su Muyu shook her head with a wry smile: "She's an assassin, she won't avenge me."

"What I'm worried about is that Dark River will send her."

"Since I have failed, I must resort to underhanded tactics to assassinate the young master."

"Bai Hehuai was a good girl, she shouldn't have died."

Su Muyu's breath was weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.

"Bai Hehuai is my lover, but we just met, and I have never touched her, not even her hand."

"She is a divine physician from Medicine King Valley. Her medical skills are useful to you, young master, but her martial arts are not high, so she poses no threat to you."

"If the young master doesn't agree, then it's her fate."

Su Muyu died right after she finished speaking.

Ying Changqing looked down at Su Muyu.

He died, yet he still gripped the Eighteen Swords Formation tightly, maintaining the posture of handing over the sword.

Ying Changqing sighed and accepted the sword formation.

"Mr. Su's sword almost hurt me, I promise you."

As Ying Changqing finished speaking, Su Muyu's arm slammed heavily to the ground, her eyes slowly closed, and she died.

The reason I agreed to Su Muyu's request wasn't just because of the Eighteen Swords Formation Manual.

Ying Changqing remembered that Bai Hezhun was kind-hearted, and more importantly, she was highly skilled in medicine and could be of use to him.

Bai Hezhun's strength was indeed as Su Muyu said, and he would never pose a threat to Ying Changqing.

Keeping her around won't be a loss; in fact, it can be helpful.

The next second, Ying Changqing waved his hand.

The flames consumed Su Muyu's body and also burned two assassins in the distance who had died from blood loss.

At this moment, Nangong Puye, Yanfei, and Jingni surrounded them.

"Young master, I have killed that assassin."

Ying Changqing nodded in satisfaction.

Yanfei's eyes flashed with guilt: "I'm sorry, Your Highness. After the leader gave the order, the two assassins immediately turned and ran away. I only managed to stop one, and the other escaped."

Ying Changqing raised his hand and gently stroked Yan Fei's hair.

"It's alright, you and they are all at the terrestrial immortal realm."

"It's impossible for you to keep them all when you're fighting two against one. It's not your fault."

"Moreover, the assassin never gives up."

"Even if they don't escape this time, they'll come back again in the future, so it doesn't really matter."

Ying Changqing tried to comfort her, but Yan Fei remained downcast, pressing her face against Ying Changqing's chest, looking very disappointed.

"It's because my cultivation level isn't high enough that he got away. I won't let it happen again!"

Ying Changqing smiled, picked up Yan Fei, and walked directly to the carriage.

"Alright, it's all in the past."

"I'll be returning to the Yin-Yang School soon."

"I really want to know what secrets the forbidden techniques in Rashomon hold."

"I've heard there's a Yin-Yang technique called Gathering Qi into a Blade inside, which is even more powerful than Soul Dragon Soaring. I really want to see it for myself soon."

Ying Changqing suddenly thought of something.

He tossed the Changhong Sword to Zhou Zhiruo and said, "Zhiruo, bring that umbrella back."

"That was my spoils of war, now it's yours to use."