Moonlit Manor
The Zhou Manor was just as you remembered it. Getting past the small army of guards was simple enough; finding Zhou Zixia’s room a bit more difficult. Moving unseen from pillar to pillar, you peek in through the cracks of the windows. The first room you come across is that of Zhou Zhideng fast asleep in the embrace of his young wife, his child dozing in a cot off to the side. Moving on, you spy on a few more rooms before you finally find the person you want. You enter the room without a sound, quietly moving towards the bed. Stretching out a finger, you poke the sleeping maiden’s cheek. It takes you a few pokes before her eyes slowly open and she looks up groggily.
“Eh?” She is still muddled from her sleep, it seems.
“Long time no see,” you say quietly, and Zhou Zixia sits up with a start.
“You-“ She begins her exclamation loudly before catching herself and lowering her voice. “You… what are you doing here?”
“I was in town, and just thought I would drop by for a chat.”
“At this hour of the night?” Miss Zhou backs up against the wall, drawing her blankets around herself tightly.
“Don’t worry. I’m not here for that.” You chuckle, and add cheekily, “Not tonight, anyway.”
It is a pity you cannot enjoy the look on her face thanks to the darkness. Attempting to regain her composure, she shakes her head at you. “Visiting at such times in my room is highly improper. I understand that you are one to do your own thing, Xu Jing, but this is very rude.”
“I can’t exactly walk through the gates in broad daylight now, can I? Your father would not be happy to see me.”
“Well… yes,” she admits, reminded of the battle on the island and the favour she owes you. “I suppose so.”
“Anyway, you are right. I shouldn’t have come unannounced, and for that I apologize,” you say lightly. “Still, since I’m already here, let’s make things quick. I need some help from you. Do you know of the Chengying Sword?”
“That’s… one of the Great Swords, isn’t it? But why are you asking about it?” She is puzzled, but slightly hesitant at the same time.
“Is the wielder of that sword staying here?”
Instantly, she becomes defensive. “Why do you want to know that?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not here to kill or rob, or anything of the sort.” Probably. You are not ruling out those courses of action yet, depending on what you find. “I just want to have a little talk. It’s not too big a favour to ask, is it?”
After thinking about it for a while, she nods. “Very well. I will tell you what you need to know. In return, promise that you will not hurt her.”
“Her?”
“Yes. The owner of the sword is my friend, Minyue. We are childhood friends who studied in the same place for years, so I can vouch for her character.”
“Did she tell you how she came by the sword, then?”
“Her brother gave it to her, and asked her to be his representative at this sword conference.”
“She must be a very good swordswoman,” you say. There is more you want to ask regarding the suspicious circumstances about how this Minyue girl came by the sword, but you think it would be easier to ask her directly. Besides, something is starting to feel wrong and it is not your conversation with Zhou Zixia. There is a strange mood in the air tonight.
“She is… good, I suppose. Better than me, certainly. But I’ve heard that she did return from an apprenticeship to the Sword Saint recently, so her skills must have improved by leaps and bounds.”
You hold up your hand. “Wait, I thought the Sword Saint’s disciple was male.” Murong Yandi had been a man no matter how you looked at him. You are sure about that.
“Was it? Well, maybe he had two,” shrugs Miss Zhou. You certainly hope that is the case. Your heart can’t take it if there was yet another Bai Jiutian walking about.
Suddenly, your hackles raise as a wave of intense killing intent sweeps over the entire manor. Your nostrils flare, catching the scent of blood. “What is it?” asks Zixia, confused as she too notices that something is off. A gong is rung repeatedly, and a commotion soon follows; from the screams, it sounds as if people are fighting – and dying – just outside.
“Stay here,” you whisper, edging towards the window. As you peek out towards the courtyard, you hear a loud scream. Blood splashes against the window, soaking the paper a dark, deep red. Zixia lets out a brief shriek, clutching the blankets against her. You fling the window open in a hurry. The owner of the blood – a Zhou guard – is slumped against the wall outside the room. At least, half of him is. The other half is still lying in the center of the courtyard.
There, the Laughing Sword Demon stands. Surrounded by bodies, a fine mist of red still hanging in the air under the bright full moon, he howls at the night sky in shrill laughter. The two Great Swords, Chixiao and Qixing Longyuan, are stabbed into the ground in front of him as if in offering to the dead. The crimson blade seems to be an even more vibrant shade of red tonight, while the pristine white sword remains untouched by even a single droplet of blood.
Facing him are Zhou Dingqiu, his son, and the remnants of the guards, who number barely a dozen now.
“Jian Yixiao,” growls Zhou Dingqiu. “Just what is the meaning of this?”
“They were in my way, Master Zhou. Where is the wielder of the Chengying Sword? That is the only person I seek here. If they would come out now, I will spare the rest of your miserable lives.” Behind that mask comes a voice full of mirth. There is something different about the Sword Demon tonight, compared to when you had met him on the road. He seems sharper somehow… more real. More deadly.
“H-here. I am here!” A pretty young woman that you have never seen before strides forth, although her step falters the moment she leaves the relative safety of the Zhou contingent. “I am Zhang Minyue, wielder of the Chengying Sword. What business do you have with me?”
“Hm, a lass? No matter. I want that sword. Hand it over,” says the masked man bluntly.
“It would shame my clan if I did that. No, I think not,” she shakes her head fiercely.
It looks like the matter will not be resolved peacefully. Zhou Zixia tugs at your sleeve, having ventured off the bed, although the blankets are still wrapped around her to avoid revealing her sleeping attire. “Can you help them? Please?” she pleads. She seems to be on the verge of running out there if you do not agree. You think it is likely that the Sword Demon might wipe out the rest of the Zhou Manor if they try to interfere in the fight; nothing in Zhang Minyue’s bearing gives you the confidence that she might defeat him… although the Sword Saint too was unassuming at first glance.
You are not certain. Your instincts tell you that Jian Yixiao is dangerous, warning you to flee immediately. You have no guarantee of defeating this man.
***
A. You flee from Zhou Manor. What happens to the Zhou family or Zhang Minyue is not your concern. More importantly, you need to survive. It is pointless to die here.
B. You decide to join in the fight, working together with Zhang Minyue and the Zhou clan. Perhaps you can chase him off again, like you did before. You are not certain whether they will welcome your help at this moment, or that it will even be enough, but the only thing you can do is to try.
C. You run in and attempt to steal the Chengying Sword right in front of everyone. If you succeed, that means the Sword Demon’s attention will be focused on you. However, whether you succeed or fail, you are guaranteed to draw hostility from Zhang Minyue and the Zhous, perhaps forcing you into a fight on two fronts.
D. You wait and watch. It would be more prudent to see what the Sword Demon and Zhang Minyue can do first. Hopefully there will not be too much bloodshed before they are weakened enough so that you can defeat them both at once.