I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong

Both of their goals were to capture Han Yue, only one wanted Han Yue to return to the sect to face punishment, while the other demanded Han Yue's dead body for the same purpose.

"Junior Sister Han indeed deserves death, but since she belongs to our Baihua Peak, it should be the Peak Master who decides her fate, alive or dead. I am not stopping you, Brother, it's just that I cannot defy the orders of the Peak Master."

After finishing his words, Qu Butong across him began to smile:

"I understand the difficulty for you, Junior Brother, but you must also comprehend my predicament—she killed so many of our sect members, without her head to pay respects to our fallen Disciples, how can I face returning to the sect?"

"Alright, then let's each rely on our own skills in a little while."

Tian Lin said no more, and the two just continued drinking tea in the tea house.

I don't know how much time had passed; the sun began to set, and the farmers busily working in the fields outside Shangguan Village also started leading their oxen back to the village.

At this time, the tea house became lively, with many people asking for a bowl of tea and listening to the storyteller recount tales.

Just as several Artifact Sect Disciples were growing impatient, a sound of iron chains approached from a distance.

In the tea house, pairs of eyes all turned toward the village entrance.

At the entrance of the village, a young girl dressed in green held a chain as thick as the mouth of a bowl, while the other end of the chain was tied to a disheveled young man.

The young man ran around in all directions from time to time, only to be dragged back by the might exerted by the girl in green. Both took three steps forward only to retreat two steps, making the scene quite comical.

"Brother Zhong, stop messing around, I'm taking you to eat!"

The girl in green was somewhat annoyed, repeatedly shouting at the young man.

The young man was not entirely oblivious to the girl's words, but he only calmed down momentarily. Soon after, his hysteria flared up again, and he attempted to break free from the chains and run wild.

The farmers in the tea house watched this peculiar sight and began to laugh as well.

However, several Disciples from their sect stood up with stern faces.

It was at this time that Zhao Bei spoke to Tian Lin as well: "It's Junior Sister Han and Brother Zhong, what should we do now?"

Tian Lin shook his head, glancing at Qu Butong across from him.

At that moment, Qu Butong made no move, simply minding his own business drinking tea, as if he had no concern for Han Yue and Zhong Wujie.

But Tian Lin knew that Qu Butong was just sitting there, waiting for himself to make the first move.

As a result, Tian Lin found himself in an awkward position to act.

He too started drinking tea for himself, and said to Zhao Bei: "Let's just wait and see; I think Junior Sister Han's cultivation must have greatly improved over the past couple of months."

Zhao Bei was growing restless and followed several Artifact Sect Disciples out of the house.

Several Artifact Sect Disciples drew their swords and stopped Han Yue from entering the village on the dam.

One Artifact Sect Disciple stepped forward, pointing his blade at Han Yue: "Han the Witch, do you still recognize us from the Artifact Sect?"

Han Yue turned her head, looking at the five Artifact Sect Disciples in front of her, and said with a sneer:

"You really are like lingering ghosts—I was willing to spare you all, considering we are from the same Immortal Gate. But you persistently trouble me; do you really think I, Han Yue, am afraid of you?"

"Enough talk, surrender your life!"

The leading Artifact Sect Disciple finished speaking, and the Disciples behind him already squeezed out talisman paper.

In a burst of explosions, flames, thunder, and ice arrows shot toward Han Yue simultaneously.

Suddenly, Han Yue wrapped the thick iron chain around her waist, pushed off from the ground with force, and in a blink, her body flew backward several meters.

The attacks from the talisman paper resulted in flames, thunder, and ice arrows all missing their target.

After dodging the onslaught, Han Yue suddenly leaped towards the few Artifact Sect Disciples while still mid-air.

The cloak on her back unfurled, like massive wings that carried her through the flight.

And the Artifact Sect Disciples on the ground also drew their curved swords and flung them into the air.

These curved swords originally only numbered five, but under the control of the Artifact Sect Disciples, in an instant, five became ten, ten became a hundred.

Hundreds of curved swords formed a sword formation that soared through the air, relentlessly attacking Han Yue.

Han Yue wielded her longsword nimbly, protecting her body amidst the dense barrage of sword strikes.

This sight stunned the farmers in the tea house and greatly surprised Tian Lin.

"This Witch Han, after becoming a disciple of the Blood Sect's leader, has greatly improved in strength. Her skills are all from the Blood Sect—Tian, do you say she is part of the Blood Sect, or your Baihua Peak?"

As Qui Butong watched the ongoing fight outside, he suddenly asked Tian Lin sitting beside him.

Tian Lin thought for a while and said, "Regardless of whether she's from the Blood Sect, or from Baihua Peak. I have received orders from the Peak Master, and I must bring her back no matter what."

Qui Butong became somewhat angry: "Brother, are you really going to force me to take action against you?"

As the two of them conversed, the battle outside took another turn. Initially, Han Yue, whilst under the attack from hundreds of curved swords, could still dodge left and right, retaining the power to counterattack.

But the iron chain wrapped around her waist, with the other end still binding a madman.

At this moment, the madman Zhong Wujie had another bout of hysteria, blindly running off in one direction, thereby affecting Han Yue in mid-air.

Han Yue's body was dragged down from mid-air, and amidst her frantic defense, she managed to knock down several curved swords, but inevitably ended up with a gash on her face.

"Brother Zhong, what exactly are you trying to do? Do you really want your junior sister to die here?"

At the call of "Brother Zhong," Zhong Wujie ceased his hysterical behavior.

He turned his head to glance at Han Yue, then directed his gaze towards the approaching disciples from Artifact Sect.

Zhong Wujie suddenly rushed forward, shouting, "Don't you dare bully my little sister."

That sentence made Han Yue's eyes brim with tears.

Zhong Wujie took a stride forward and threw a palm strike.

That single palm conjured up a fierce wind that whipped up a storm of dust and fallen leaves.

Those dust and leaves gathered in the palm of Zhong Wujie's hand, and with his strike, the hundreds of scimitars conjured by the Artifact Sect disciples morphed from many to few, eventually falling as scrap metal.

Not only that, their weapons destroyed, the five Artifact Sect disciples were sent flying by Zhong Wujie's palm strike, landing on the ground coughing up blood.

"He truly deserves to be the most talented person of the Yao Yue Sect in recent years, able to step onto the second platform of Dao Seeking Mountain."

In the teahouse, Qu Butong praised, then suddenly threw a talisman paper with a flick of his hand.

Tian Lin didn't know what that talisman paper was for.

But the moment Qu Butong made a move, Tian Lin threw the teacup in his hand out as well.

The moment the talisman appeared above Han Yue's head, it was immediately knocked away by Tian Lin's teacup.

The talisman expanded to the size of a bedsheet, then shot out thousands of steel needles.

However, these needles all missed, turning the massive tree beside Han Yue into a sieve.

"Brother Tian, don't take offense at my discourtesy!"

Qu Butong finally stood up from his seat in the teahouse, his flying sword thrusting towards Tian Lin's chest.

Qu Butong's flying sword came fast, but Tian Lin's flying sword was not slow in responding.

His flying sword deflected Qu Butong's, and his body flew backward three zhang away.

The teahouse collapsed in an instant between their exchanges, sending the patrons scattering in panic.

As Tian Lin and Qu Butong began to fight, Zhao Bei ran towards Han Yue.

At that moment, Han Yue also spotted Zhao Bei and Tian Lin, unable to refrain from asking, "Brother Tian, Brother Zhao, how come you're here?"

Zhao Bei was livid, pointing his sword at Han Yue and saying, "You still have the face to ask? Your reckless murder has reached the Yao Yue Sect. The Peak Master has sent me and Brother Tian to find you. Aren't you coming back with us now?"

The fallen Artifact Sect disciples stood up, one of them saying, "This witch can't leave! She killed so many of our brothers, how could we let her go just like that?"

Han Yue was enraged, responding to the Artifact Sect disciple, "If it weren't for you hurting my Brother Zhong, would I have fought with you?"

The disciple argued, "That lunatic ruined our big plans first, what's wrong with capturing him for orders from our sect?"

The squabble here was fierce, and the fight between Tian Lin and Qu Butong was equally intense.

"Brother Qu, if you don't stop now, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Tian Lin kept dodging with his Wind Walking Skill, Qu Butong couldn't catch up to him at all.

Hearing Tian Lin's words, Qu Butong felt insulted.

"Fine, let's both not hold back!"

He withdrew his sword and pulled out a gourd from his Storage Bag.

Tian Lin didn't know the use of this gourd, but it reminded him of the big red gourd suspended above the Artifact Sect.

How could Tian Lin dare to take it lightly at this point?

He immediately plunged to the ground, his whole body disappearing with an earth escape technique.

As Qu Butong looked around frowningly, a rope suddenly emerged from the ground, instantly binding him completely.

The Binding Immortal Rope couldn't kill, but for those in the Qi Refinement Realm, unless they had a movement technique like Tian Lin's, it was hard to avoid the entanglement of the Binding Immortal Rope.

Qu Butong was caught off guard for an instant, pulled from midair to the ground by the rope.

He crashed to the ground with a 'bang', instantly drawing the attention of the arguing Han Yue and the Artifact Sect disciples.

The faces of the Artifact Sect disciples changed, and they shifted direction to surround Tian Lin.

Tian Lin remained silent, standing beside the bound Qu Butong, but his gaze was fixed on Han Yue: "Sister Han, the Peak Master commanded me to bring you back, will you come or not?"

Han Yue quickly shook her head: "I won't go back—my brother's illness can be cured soon, if I take him back now, there would be no hope for his recovery."

Tian Lin was furious, "Cure the illness? With alchemy using infants to treat your brother's condition? Sister Han, I know you and your brother depend on each other, but is his life a life, while those infants' lives are not?"

Han Yue wiped her tears, stubbornly retorting, "I don't care about right and wrong, I just want to cure my brother."

She pleaded with Tian Lin, "Brother Tian, please spare me this time. Once my brother's illness is cured, you won't have to look for me, I will return to the sect to accept my punishment."

Tian Lin remained silent, Zhao Bei rebuked Han Yue, "How long will you let Zhong Wujie drag you down? In this state, how can he be worthy of being your brother?"

"He is my brother! When I was little, he was the only one who protected me when others bullied me. After he joined the sect, he found a way to help me become an Outer Disciple—

In this world, only he has been kind to me, only he has always treated me well."

"If there's nothing more to say, I'll help you kill this lunatic and cut off your obsession!"

Zhao Bei said so, but he didn't draw his sword as he approached Zhong Wujie.

At this moment, Zhong Wujie was still in a daze, staring blankly at Zhao Bei walking towards him.

Just as Zhao Bei was about to grab Zhong Wujie, Han Yue's sword was already flying towards Zhao Bei's back.