Chapter Fifty-Five: Wagering Freedom

Under this strike, Longqing felt that he was undoubtedly doomed. He was on the verge of being split in two, with no time to resist and no time to evade; this blow came too fast and too fierce.
"It's done!"
就在他陷入绝望之际，虚空之中的天地元气颤抖了起来，化为一道数十米的剑罡，迎上了那一道霸绝天下的刀气，二者轰然相撞，即便那道剑罡挡住了这致命一击，可是那霸刀的锋芒还是瞬间撕裂了他的元气护罩，将其重伤。
The voice of collapse faded, and a red figure slowly approached.
"Daoist Chi? Ye Hongyu?" Mo Shanshan recognized the person, who was indeed the mysterious Daoist Chi. Only someone like him, who is well-versed in all paths, could have such a profound level of mastery and strong mental power to withstand this formidable blade aura.
There was a hint of gloom in Lu Chenjia's eyes. Unexpectedly, the first gathering of the Three Fools of the World turned out to be such a scene, and her Longqing was almost torn to pieces by the residual wave of the sword energy, collapsing helplessly in her embrace.
```html"Prince Longqing!"
Longqing felt utterly despairing, his strength completely insufficient to resist.
"The Xiexian Sword of the world, quite interesting!" Yang Wuyue nodded slightly: "The reputation of the Daoist madman Ye Hongyu is well-deserved!"```
“Yang Wuyue!” Ye Hongyu said coldly and proudly, “The person I most want to duel with in my life is the second gentleman of the academy, Jun Mo, but that was before you ascended to the Heavenly Book. Now it’s you!”
Yang Wuyue smiled and said, "Should I feel honored then?"
Ye Hongyu scoffed and said, "I've always wanted to kill a disciple from the second floor of the academy. Unfortunately, Ning Que is too weak. You may have given up on the second floor, but I still think you're the best opponent. However, I still came here on orders to invite you to join the Zhishou Guan!"
"Zhi Shou Guan!"
Among the unknown territories, only the second floor of the academy is officially accepting disciples; the others all have their own rules. The person before us is a direct disciple of Zhi Shou Guan.
阳无月满不在乎的说道“我不稀罕，再说，知守观有你这个疯丫头，一定不安宁，我这个人喜欢清净。”
叶红鱼俏眉微皱，冷漠的脸上似乎因为不稀罕三个字而动容，可只有她自己知道，让她引起波澜的却是疯丫头三个字。
“If we fight and you lose, you have to follow me into the temple!”
Yang Wuyue shrugged: “Losing means losing my freedom. Your broken temple is just filled with old fogies. If I go there, wouldn’t my life lose its color? I can’t afford to lose, but what if I win?”
“你赢了，才有拒绝的资格！”叶红鱼淡淡道：“既然你对自己如此有信心，那就赌一把！”
Yang Wuyue nodded slightly: “With your personality, avoiding the fight is unavoidable. Taking a gamble is indeed necessary. However, if I win, I can choose not to go, which means there’s no reward. If I lose, I'll lose my personal freedom. Wouldn’t that mean I’m at a great loss?”
“Hum!” Ye Hongyu naturally knew what he was thinking: “Allowing you not to go is already a great favor.”
“Isn't it said that people like you have a problem with your brains? What favor!” Yang Wuyue replied dismissively, “You can throw your favors into the stinking gutter, I couldn’t care less!”
“How about this, I bet my personal freedom against yours. They say my family is too lonely; if you lose, you’ll leave the Dao sect and West Ridge, staying by my side as a little maid. You can make me do whatever you want. If I lose, I will leave the academy and the Tang country, join the Dao sect, and become your little follower, killing whoever you want me to kill. That way, it will be fair.”
```htmlYe Hongyu, so indifferent and lost in thought, was stirred enough by him to vow—or perhaps to mutter to herself: "I will definitely kill you."
Yang Wuyue shrugged: "This is also my gift to you. My little maidservant cannot be just anyone. Defeat me, and you'll have the right to refuse!"```
Alright, just now all the options given by Ye Hongyu were returned. On this desolate snowfield, an eerie silence suddenly fell, leaving only the clash of a blade and a sword, two figures facing each other, one in black and the other in red. Ye Hongyu showed no concealment of her killing intent. This woman is ruthless in her actions, seemingly contemplating the chances of victory in this moment of confrontation. Yang Wuyue is too strange, strange enough that she doesn’t have absolute confidence in winning.
“你今日连番大战，我胜之不武。”叶红鱼淡淡道：“我马上要突破知命了，希望你跟得上，否则，你就只有认输的份。”
阳无月淡淡道：“巧了，我也要突破知命了，你今日的骄傲，让你错过了与我一战的好机会啊。错过了这一次，不可能再有战胜我的机会。”
“It's been a long time since anyone has made me feel this way; I will kill you, I definitely will!” Her tone was very calm, her eyes very calm, but within that composure hid a strong and intense flavor of madness, a kind of obsession and frenzy for battle that could only come from the path of slaughter.
“自我练成绝情斩，我很少对女人感兴趣。”阳无月淡淡道：“不妨告诉你，我的刀叫霸刀绝情斩，绝亲绝友绝怜绝爱，绝天绝地绝神绝魔，天上地下，唯有我刀。你最好足够强，因为我还有比这更强的刀。”
Ye Hongyu's tranquil gaze finally showed a hint of emotion. Being devoid of relatives, friends, compassion, and love is nothing remarkable because she is the same way. However, being indifferent to gods and demons, as well as heaven and earth, signifies that he regards even the divine and demonic as insignificant; in his eyes, there is only my sword. "Another Ke Haoran, a madman!"
“Three days later, at Tianqi Mountain, by the shore of Daming Lake, let's meet without fail!”
The two seemed to have made a solemn vow, both knowing that the other would not avoid conflict. This time and this place were just right.
“The Dominant Blade, Heartless... Decapitation?” This is Yang Wuyue's blade, revealed to the world for the first time, more ferocious and terrifying than the legends describe, dominating the heavens and earth.
In comparison, Ning Que only feels that the sword techniques he previously used to impersonate him were like trash.
The losses of Moci Garden were exceptionally heavy. After the conclusion of this tumultuous battle between the two young champions, they busied themselves with cleaning up the battlefield. Although Yang Wuyue was ruthless in her methods, she managed to obtain evidence. The Xiling side, knowing they were in the wrong, was further humiliated as Master Qu Ni chose to flee back to Moonring in embarrassment.
Although she received some compensation, Mo Shanshan still lost some of her fellow disciples, which made this pure little girl from the Moyi Pool, who had never stepped into the mortal world, witness the brutality of this world and the inversion of black and white.
Justice needs to be fought for with strength, as the rules are often set by the strong.
However, everyone understands that this tumult is far from over; many are waiting for the pinnacle battle of the younger generation.
The reputation of the "Domineering Blade's Ruthless Slash" spread rapidly, becoming a renowned skill that struck fear across the region.