Chapter 733 I Don't Want to Pretend to Be Confused

Sanwa did not persist.

“Then Mother, be careful when you’re out there. If you come back late, remember to write to us.” He said with a hint of resentment, “You went to the capital for a long time before you wrote to us. Fourth Brother keeps coming to ask me if I have any news about you.”

Song Chunxue nodded, and the peach branch on her wrist suddenly twitched.

"Be careful next time. Don't worry, you won't be out for too long this time," she urged. "Be careful on ordinary days and don't let strangers into the yard."

"Okay, I told you so, Mother, don't worry."

Watching the third child turn and walk away, Song Chunxue quickly chased after the direction where her senior brother had appeared.

Sure enough, as they got closer, they heard the sounds of fighting coming from the end of the alley; their senior brother was in trouble.

Without a second thought, she summoned a peach branch and hurled it fiercely at the person opposite her.

"Hey, Zhang Chengxuan, you have no sportsmanship, you actually called for backup!" the man cursed angrily, throwing a dart at Song Chunxue.

"clang!"

Song Chunxue blocked with her sword, her whip firmly binding the black-clad man's sword.

Master Zhang clutched his chest and leaned against the wall, as if he were injured.

Could it be that this person injured my senior brother?

Song Chunxue instinctively summoned Wuyou, thinking he wasn't on her. Unexpectedly, Wuyou rushed forward, and his swift sword moves forced the man to retreat repeatedly.

"Well done, using such a divine artifact to suppress me, Zhang Chengxuan, you are shameless!"

The man angrily threatened that he wanted to run away since he couldn't win.

Song Chunxue wouldn't let him have his way. She quickly chased after him, releasing a peach branch, and shouted, "Go!"

She still needs to interrogate this person thoroughly.

The peach branch, no ordinary thing, quickly bound people together like rice dumplings.

"Let me go, let me go right now!"

As she got closer, Song Chunxue could see that the person on the ground was wearing a black Taoist robe. Could he be an evil cultivator?

She stopped a step away from the rice dumpling, looking down at him and asking, "Why are you looking for my senior brother?"

"You call my senior brother despicable, but it's clearly you who bullied him because he was injured," Song Chunxue said, drawing her sword and pointing it at him. "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"He tricked me, saying he would give me the location of the Spirit Realm Key today, but instead he lured me here to inquire about the whereabouts of my sect's master. He's injured and still restless, showing no sincerity yet still hoping to buy my sect's divine medicine. It's simply... umm... umm!"

The next moment, his mouth was gagged.

The Taoist priest walked over and cast a silencing spell on the person on the ground.

"Let him go. The key to the territory has already been obtained by Jiangnan's high-level cultivator. I only ask for a bottle of ordinary healing medicine. Why would I need to hurt someone?"

As he spoke, the Taoist priest squatted down, took a porcelain bottle from the man's arms on the ground, and stuffed his own money bag into the man's arms.

"Alright, the deal is done. You can go now." With that, his gaze fell on Song Chunxue, gesturing for her to untie him.

Song Chunxue was skeptical and listened in a confused manner.

Could the key to the spirit world be referring to the Worry-Free Sword?

Will she still dare to use the Worry-Free Sword after that?

With Master Han accompanying them on this training trip, it would be safer for Wuyou to stay by Xie Zheng's side.

Despite having many questions, Song Chunxue, under the watchful eye of her senior brother, still untied the man and let him leave.

"Hmph, don't let me see you again!"

The man got up from the ground and glared fiercely at Master Zhang.

Song Chunxue watched as her senior brother raised his hand and waved his sleeve. The man's expression froze for a moment, and his eyes became cloudy.

"roll!"

The next moment, as if receiving an order, the man hurriedly rolled away.

Seeing her senior brother's pale face, Song Chunxue asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, you're injured. Didn't the medicine that our eldest senior brother gave you work?"

“It worked. I just fell for that man’s trick. It’s nothing to worry about.” The Taoist priest put away the porcelain bottle and turned to her. “The world is dangerous these days. Why should you take the risk? If you get hurt, the child and Master Xie will worry.”

Song Chunxue stared at the new shoes she had given him on his feet. "If Senior Brother is injured but still has to go, why can't I go? Besides, I have a spiritual weapon with me."

At this point, she strode up to the Taoist priest and took off the golden spoon from her neck. "Put this on, or I'll ask my senior brother for an explanation. Your injuries are much more serious than I thought. Why did you have to hide it from me?"

The Taoist priest pressed his temples. "Junior brother, I've just been having bad luck lately, it's just a minor injury. The golden spoon is your destiny, you must keep it with you."

"Senior brother, you begged for this for me, and the peach branch was also a gift from our senior brother, which you also begged for. Yet you have nothing and are injured every day. We've been brothers for so long, do you think I can live with myself like this?"

Song Chunxue glared at him angrily, "If you don't wear it, I'll throw it away and I won't go to see Master again in five years."

She was furious. She turned to look at the ground, her voice slightly choked, "Anyway, I trusted you so much. I always did whatever you said. You were the one who brought up the love tribulation, you were the one who arranged Xie Zheng, and you were the one who made me become your master. In the end, you are the one who is so weak and frail."

"If you give me your opportunity, I will want nothing more!"

Master Zhang gave a helpless smile, sighed softly, and remained silent.

Seeing that he did not refute her, Song Chunxue became even more annoyed.

It seems things are more serious than she imagined.

"Do you want it?" She handed him the golden spoon. "This trip will inevitably be dangerous, and there will be times when Lord Zhao can't take care of you. If you don't want it, don't go. Stay on the mountain and recover from your injuries."

He remained silent.

"Why don't you go to Lord Xie's house instead? You two can recuperate together and even play chess. You can come up the mountain after I return from my training. What do you say?"

The Taoist priest reached out and took the red rope, then put the golden spoon around his neck.

“My injuries are different from Xie Zheng’s, but he was almost crying at first, thinking he wouldn’t be able to consummate the marriage with you and that you would have to remain a widow…”

“Senior brother, shut up,” Song Chunxue raised her hand to her forehead. “I thought you were too busy to come down the mountain, but it turns out you two have already met.”

"Yes, I went to see him during the day a couple of days ago, but you two probably didn't have time to talk about this," the Taoist priest said with a light laugh. "Since you two have come together, cherish it. As the saying goes, 'I envy not the immortals, but only the mandarin ducks. The path of immortals is lonely, and to be together is a blessing from heaven.'"

Song Chunxue played with the peach branch on her wrist. "Yes, I will."

Master Zhang nodded and raised his hand to grasp the golden spoon around his neck.

"I didn't expect to benefit from my junior brother's influence so quickly. With his protection, I'll be just as good." With that, Master Zhang turned and walked out. "I'll wear it with me. You go ahead and do your work."

Where are you going?

"There are still some minor matters to take care of. See you on the mountain tomorrow."

Song Chunxue watched his retreating figure, still feeling uneasy.

She decided to go up the mountain after buying her things and ask her senior brother for clarification.

After buying a few guokui (a type of flatbread) and sweet fermented rice from a street vendor and putting them into her storage ring, she saw Yu Wanqing leaning on a cane from afar.

She stood on his roadside, waiting for him.

Yu Wanqing stared at the road ahead, deep in thought, until he was blocked by someone.

Looking up from the plain-colored robe, he saw Song Chunxue's face and instinctively took a step back.

"Master Song... What a coincidence."

"Unfortunately," Song Chunxue said with a smile, "would I have the honor of inviting Daoist Yu for a pot of wine?"