200: The result

After the Sword Saint stated this requirement, a cold glint burst forth from his eyes.

After hearing these words...

The Third Young Master threw his head back and laughed wildly. "As expected, this truly is your style. Fine, I can agree to all these requirements!"

"Then, Senior Sword Saint, let me first congratulate us on a happy cooperation."

"I hope you don't let me down."

The Third Young Master reached out and lightly patted the Sword Saint's shoulder, revealing a smug smile.

Being able to cooperate with the Sword Saint was naturally something one could only wish for.

But at that moment...

With a gloomy face, the Sword Saint turned his head and glanced at the Third Young Master, a cold glint bursting from his bright eyes.

The Third Young Master felt his skin crawl under that gaze, and a chill ran down his back as bad thoughts surfaced.

"Sword Saint, don't look at me like that; I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable." The Third Young Master gave a dry laugh, forcing himself to calm down despite the fear in his heart.

"Uncomfortable? Then why haven't you taken your hand off yet?" the Sword Saint said eerily.

The Sword Saint's tone was forceful, and these words caused the Third Young Master's heart to tremble.

The Third Young Master took a deep breath, first forcing himself to remain calm.

"Sword Saint, don't be angry; what I just did was wrong." The Third Young Master was sensible; he immediately let go of his hand, not daring to continue patting the Sword Saint's shoulder.

"I'll let it slide this time. Next time, I won't let you off so easily." The Sword Saint's face was dark as he gave a cold snort.

"Yes, Senior Sword Saint, please calm down. After all, we are partners; don't take it too much to heart." The Third Young Master chuckled.

"Fine, I have other matters to attend to and won't waste words with you. If anything comes up, contact me via carrier pigeon." After leaving these words, the Sword Saint turned directly around.

A cold glint burst from the Third Young Master's eyes as he stared fixedly at the Sword Saint's departing back.

If the Third Young Master didn't still need outside help within Mulan Manor, he certainly would not have let this Sword Saint off.

Unfortunately, the current Third Young Master did not yet have that kind of strength; otherwise, things definitely wouldn't be this way.

"Alright, understood, Senior Sword Saint." The Third Young Master nodded slightly.

Buzz, buzz.

A dull sound suddenly echoed in the air.

The Third Young Master immediately turned around and looked toward the source of the sound.

This sound also caught the Sword Saint's attention; he glanced out of the corner of his eye but didn't take the matter to heart.

"What was that sound?" The Third Young Master's brow furrowed, his expression becoming serious.

After all, this was the Gao Family residence. The Third Young Master acted with extreme caution and could not afford the slightest mistake.

And right at that moment...

A cold glint burst through the air, instantly drawing the attention of both the Third Young Master and the Sword Saint.

"Senior Sword Saint, watch out! It's a Sword strike!" the Third Young Master shouted.

In truth, even if the Third Young Master hadn't shouted, the Sword Saint could have dodged the Arrow.

However, the Third Young Master wanted to use this method to make the relationship between himself and the Sword Saint more subtle.

If the relationship between the Third Young Master and the Sword Saint was purely a simple cooperative one, then neither would naturally do more for the other.

If that were the case, it would be quite unfortunate.

The Sword Saint smiled slightly, showing utter disdain.

At that moment, with a casual flick of his hand, the Sword from his scabbard traced a half-moon in the air.

Clang.

With a crisp sound, the Arrow in the air fell directly to the ground.

The Sword Saint turned around, his gaze narrowing as he looked in the direction the Arrow had come from. There was a faint Black Shadow there.

"What?"

"He could even dodge that!"

"Just what is this person's background?"

Nan Qingyue was extremely shocked. She took a sharp breath, trying to calm herself down.

At this moment, Nan Qingyue was also relieved that she hadn't made a sound earlier; otherwise, if she fell into their hands, her fate would be truly miserable.

"Who's there!" the Third Young Master shouted, turning around and gripping his Seven Flowers Sword tightly.

After his explosive shout, the Third Young Master stepped forward, staring at the distant Black Shadow and moving toward it.

The Sword Saint sneered, a cold glint bursting from his eyes as he stared fixedly at the Black Shadow not far away.

"Oh no, I've been discovered." The Black Shadow's heart trembled, and he turned to run.

"Don't run! Dammit!" the Third Young Master bellowed, immediately chasing after the direction the Black Shadow fled.

"Third Young Master, stop chasing; this person can't get away." The corner of the Sword Saint's mouth curled into a cold smile.

Before the Third Young Master could even react...

Suddenly, the Sword Saint vanished from his spot, his whereabouts unknown. When he reappeared, he was right behind the Black Shadow.

Seeing the person who had suddenly appeared in front of him, the Black Shadow's heart shook, and he instantly had a bad premonition.

And right at that moment...

The Sword Saint stood before the Black Shadow. "Kid, where do you think you're running to?"

"Y-you... who are you?" the Black Shadow stammered.

"Come with me!" The Sword Saint reached out and grabbed the Black Shadow in one go.

With a dark expression, Nan Qingyue's gaze narrowed as she stared at the Sword Saint. "This person's speed is truly fast!"

Watching this scene, Nan Qingyue was also startled.

Such speed was something Nan Qingyue had only ever seen in one person before: her master, Li Changfeng.

Yet, the Sword Saint before her had actually reached such a level of strength.

"I hope Master hasn't encountered this person before." Nan Qingyue felt very uneasy.

But at this moment, Nan Qingyue could only hide on the roof; she simply did not...

Whoosh.

With a gust of wind, the Sword Saint disappeared once again.

Seeing this, the Third Young Master took a sharp breath. "How is this Sword Saint so elusive?"

"Curse you, let go of me! Don't touch me!" the Black Shadow roared, struggling incessantly.

The Sword Saint glanced at the Black Shadow out of the corner of his eye. Though he didn't speak, his gaze alone terrified the fellow into silence.

The Black Shadow took a sharp breath, his heart trembling.

And right at that moment...

The Black Shadow swallowed hard, not daring to say another word.

Being stared at by that gaze, the Black Shadow felt his skin crawl and felt utterly helpless.

In the blink of an eye...

The Sword Saint brought the Black Shadow before the Third Young Master and threw the Black Shadow onto the ground.

"This person is yours." The Sword Saint snorted, his expression solemn.

"Thank you, Senior Sword Saint." Having witnessed the Sword Saint's strength, the Third Young Master took a sharp breath.

The Sword Saint naturally had his pride; if he had to handle the killing himself, that was not something a Sword Saint should do.

With a dark face, the Third Young Master's gaze narrowed as he stared fixedly at this person.

"Heh, it was you just now, wasn't it? You even tried to injure someone with a hidden Arrow?" The Third Young Master reached out and grabbed the person by the collar.

"It was me, so what!" the Black Shadow shouted coldly, looking quite defiant.