You Promised to Be an Idle Son-in-Law, How Could You Become a Land Immortal?

Chapter 390: Chapter 250: Liu Lang, Don’t Be Reckless

Liu Lang raised an eyebrow slightly. "What is it?"

"Am I supposed to be honored that you know my name?"

"Or do you have some special status in Poshisu Country that makes everyone bow down to you?"

He scoffed as soon as the words left his mouth. "I am the ’Sword Madman.’ I wander the Jianghu relying on the long blade in my hand, not some fancy title that’s supposed to scare me."

Lv Jiunan’s furious expression froze. He sized Liu Lang up and down before suddenly asking:

"Last night... that wasn’t you?"

Even Ge Muxiao, bleeding profusely from two blade wounds, recalled for a moment before clutching his injuries and saying through gritted teeth:

"Big Brother, the person in the Spring Rain Building last night... it wasn’t him!"

"That ’Sword Madman’s’ Saber Dao was far sharper!"

Liu Lang paused, looking back and forth at their expressions. The name Spring Rain Building echoed in his mind.

He suddenly realized what was happening. He guessed that his boss must have run into them last night.

He immediately stabbed his blade into the ground and grinned. "You must be talking about Liu Lang, the ’Northern Desert Sword Madman,’ right?"

"I am the ’Shu State Sword Madman.’"

Hearing this, Lv Jiunan’s eyes turned sinister.

He naturally didn’t believe such a clumsy and transparent lie.

If the person at the Spring Rain Building last night wasn’t the "Sword Madman" Liu Lang, then there was only one other possibility.

—Liu Wu!

But when Lv Jiunan considered this, his heart grew even heavier.

He suddenly realized that if the person at the Spring Rain Building was really Liu Wu, then this Liu Wu was terrifying.

’A young Wandering Martial Artist who has reached the Perfection Realm in Spear Dao and Great Success in Saber Dao... his talent alone is the greatest threat.’

’What’s more, he followed Ge Muxiao and me from the Spring Rain Building to Quchi. He must have overheard my conversation with Liu Taoyao and the others.’

At this thought, Lv Jiunan’s expression became even more sinister and cold.

He looked at Liu Lang and said, "No wonder you’re here. Did he send you to watch us?"

Liu Lang continued to play dumb. "He? Who’s he?"

"I, the ’Shu State Sword Madman,’ have no idea what you’re talking about."

"Hmph! Your denials are useless!"

"That Liu Wu’s appearance last night was suspicious, and he almost fooled us. After I deal with you, I’ll go find him myself!"

After speaking, Lv Jiunan no longer hesitated and leaped into the air.

On the other side, Ge Muxiao seized the opportunity to pick up his short axe and charged at Liu Lang as well.

A surge of Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism instantly blew away the surrounding rain.

Seeing this, Liu Lang gave a wry, silent laugh.

’Boss, oh Boss, you used my identity to meet them last night, why didn’t you give me a heads-up?’

’Well, great. The cat’s out of the bag.’

He was surprisingly nonchalant.

Facing the combined attack of Lv Jiunan, whose Cultivation was a major Realm above his own, and the injured Ge Muxiao, he wasn’t flustered at all. Instead, he was worried about messing up Chen Yi’s plans.

’It’s come to this... I hope this doesn’t affect the boss.’

Liu Lang took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the approaching Lv Jiunan, a hint of an excited smile on his face.

He remained motionless, then unleashed a horizontal slash.

The Sword Intent, sharp as the wind, directly intercepted Ge Muxiao, halting his attack.

The wind from the blade flew past, carving a ten-foot-long gash into the stone-paved road.

"You’re too weak. Just stand there and watch, unless you want me to kill you with a single strike."

Before his voice had even faded, Liu Lang didn’t even glance at Ge Muxiao, heading straight for Lv Jiunan.

"A Black Magic Master from Poshisu Country... This is my first time meeting one. Don’t disappoint me!"

Ge Muxiao stared at his back, his face flushing red and pale with rage. He roared and charged forward heedlessly.

"You... Wei Dog! You’re courting death!"

Liu Lang glanced sideways, a mocking sneer flashing across his face.

"All bark and no bite."

As he spoke, he pivoted, his long blade tracing a semicircle before he slashed out again.

This time, he didn’t hold back.

After the slash, his body flickered, and he closed in on Ge Muxiao at an even faster speed.

He gripped the hilt with both hands—one in a forward grip, one in a reverse—and before Ge Muxiao could even dodge, he unleashed another heavy, powerful slash.

Perhaps provoked by his earlier words, Ge Muxiao advanced instead of retreating, meeting the attack head-on with his short axe, using all his strength.

A silver-white, cold light instantly gleamed on the axe’s edge.

The next moment.

CLANG!

The axe and the long blade met with a deafening roar.

A flash of light from the blade erupted. It shattered the axe’s edge and, at the same time, sliced diagonally across Ge Muxiao’s shoulder, severing his left arm completely.

CLATTER.

The short axe fell to the ground, still clutched in the severed arm. Ge Muxiao’s eyes widened in fury, and he looked ready to go berserk.

"How dare you—"

Liu Lang curled his lip slightly, as if dissatisfied with his strike.

"The fact that strike didn’t kill you means you have some skill after all."

"But..."

Before he could finish, Lv Jiunan flew over. He completely ignored the severely injured Ge Muxiao; his eyes were fixed only on Liu Lang.

The moment he got close, he flung two daggers from each hand.

WHOOSH! They cut through the air.

Liu Lang immediately abandoned Ge Muxiao, sidestepping two of the daggers and batting the other two away with his long blade.

"Nice one!"

Liu Lang shouted at Lv Jiunan, who was a hundred feet away, and charged forward with his blade raised.

He poured his True Essence into his hands.

He drew upon Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism, gathering it around his body and infusing it into his long blade.

A radiant glow appeared, so intense it vaporized the surrounding rain into steam.

Seeing this, Lv Jiunan’s expression remained unchanged. With a flick of his wrists, several Wooden Men fell from his sleeves.

Before they even hit the ground, the Wooden Men charged at Liu Lang.

Behind the Wooden Men, Lv Jiunan’s hands kept moving. He flicked his fingers, sending several cloth dolls flying out.

—They were stitched together from burlap, and one could faintly see the dry straw inside, along with the Silver Needles pinned to their foreheads.

The moment the dolls appeared, they exploded, transforming into life-sized scarecrows propped up straight on wooden sticks.

Only then did Lv Jiunan press his palms together.

CLAP.