Chapter 58 Demon Cult White Moonlight 13 Senior Sister, Do You Want to Drink?

As early as when the man behind her drew his sword, Ali had already noticed it. She narrowed her eyes, and there was an undying frost in them.

If she wanted to teach this ignorant boy a lesson, the original plan might go wrong. Fortunately, she calculated the timing of Ning Huaiqing's appearance.

He happened to show up at this time.

Ali suddenly loosened his grip and looked back.

The disciple's sword moves were full of murderous intent. Ning Huaiqing was too far away, so in desperation he could only fly out the Qingyun Sword to barely block 70% of the sword intent.

Before Ali could react, Ning Huaiqing had already protected her and rolled to the side, and the remaining 30% of the sword intent hit him hard on the back.

She heard a suppressed groan, and at the tip of her nose she could smell Ning Huaiqing's faint breath and the gradually spreading smell of blood.

A Li called out to him, "Ning Huaiqing?!"

She was held tightly in his arms and could not see his face which instantly lost color.

Ning Huaiqing wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and slowly stood up. The people from Linfeng Villa had surrounded him.

The disciple who had injured the man knew that he had caused a great disaster, but he could not swallow his anger and refused to move forward with his neck stiff.

Ning Huaiqing sat up with A-Li's help and looked at the man seriously. "I will tell Sect Leader Wen everything that happened today. Sect Leader Wen allowed us to fight each other, but you secretly hurt me. I wonder why?"

"You used all your strength in that sword strike just now. You probably wanted to turn Piaomiao Peak into my burial place." Ali's expression was cold and stern, and he was unusually aggressive, as if he had reached the limit of endurance.

"I wonder if I have offended you in some way, or if you are dissatisfied with Ziwei Pavilion?"

Zhou Miaoqin also stood beside Ali at this time. They were disciples of Ziwei Pavilion, and their every word and action represented Ziwei Pavilion. They would not provoke trouble, nor would they allow others to bully Ziwei Pavilion.

The companions behind him pulled the leading disciple, signaling him to leave, but the disciple became furious: "Ziwei Pavilion? Is it that sect that disregards human life and is so hypocritical?"

"Bah! Do you really think you are still the authentic martial arts masters and the leaders of the martial arts world?!"

When people from various martial arts sects heard the commotion here, they slowly gathered over.

Ali showed no fear at all as he confronted the disciple: "Your ability to create something out of nothing is far superior to your swordsmanship."

"Words alone are not enough. Where is your evidence? If you don't have any proof, aren't you just making random accusations?"

The disciple suddenly sneered: "Evidence? My fellow apprentice's body is the evidence!"

He turned to the crowd and said, "My junior brother has thirty-five sword wounds on his body, all caused by the Ruins Breaking Sword Technique. If you don't believe me, come with me and check it out!"

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

"Besides the people from your Ziwei Pavilion, who else in the martial arts world knows this Broken Ruins Sword Technique? Are you going to deny even this?!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Ning Huaiqing didn't believe what he said. If he wanted to frame someone, nothing would be impossible.

He covered the wound and stood beside Ali: "Senior Sister, don't worry."

There are both believers and non-believers in other factions, and the discussion is endless.

When the atmosphere was at a stalemate, someone shouted "The leader is coming" and everyone made way.

Wen Su had heard about what happened here before he came. He scolded the disciple, and comforted Ali and Ning Huaiqing for a long time. He ordered a Chinese medicine doctor to take their pulses and prescribe medicine, without mentioning the argument just now.

After watching his movements, A-Li, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly spoke: "Thank you, Sect Leader Wen. I'm fine. Please ask the doctor to take a look at Young Master Ning."

Wen Su was about to say a few polite words when he heard A Li say, "Just now, this young man from your sect said a lot about Ziwei Pavilion. It's hard to tell whether these things are true or false. As a disciple of Ziwei Pavilion, I have to refute them on behalf of the sect. If I have offended you, please forgive me."

"Young Master Mu, you're joking—" Wen Su started to speak, but was interrupted by Ali again.

"I will report these matters to the Master when we return to the Pavilion. I believe that the Master will investigate thoroughly and reveal the truth to your disciples."

His words were measured and neither humble nor arrogant.

The woman who argued vigorously for her master stood alone among the crowd with different thoughts, but her thin back was straight, her edge was revealed, and she was proud of the frost and snow.

Ning Huaiqing's heart moved, and he stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with her: "Master Wen, fellow seniors, what Senior Sister Mu said makes sense. It's difficult to infer clues about the murderer based solely on the scars."

"Even if we can confirm that it was the Ruins Breaking Sword Technique, we cannot conclude that the murderer must be from Ziwei Pavilion."

He clasped his hands together and spoke sincerely, "It will take time to uncover the truth. Today is Sect Leader Wen's birthday, and the many unexpected events that have occurred are already a nuisance. Why not wait until tomorrow to make a final judgment?"

Seeing that the two said this, and the disciples of Linfeng Villa were here, and their young master interceded for Ziwei Pavilion, everyone was willing to give Linfeng Villa some face.

Wen Su's eyes flashed with surprise, but she still smiled: "You two are right. We'll talk about everything tomorrow."

*

After what happened during the day, the atmosphere of the birthday party in the evening was obviously not as lively as in previous years.

Wen Su sat at the top and seemed to be in a good mood.

Ali was arranged to sit in the seat closest to Wen Su, with Zhou Miaoqin and Yan Feng behind him.

Ning Huaiqing sat behind his father Ning Yueze, and beside him were Ning Huaixiu, Sui Qin, Duan Yiwan and a group of disciples from Linfeng Villa.

Sui Qin felt much better today. Ning Huaiqing was worried that she would get bored in the house, so he brought her out.

She sat quietly beside Ning Huaixiu, looking around from time to time, no longer showing any fear.

The birthday banquet began with singing, dancing and string music performed in turn.

Wen Su raised his glass to toast everyone, and people from various factions presented birthday gifts, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

Ning Huaiqing followed his father in toasting the seniors present one by one. Facing the seniors' endless praise, he remained calm and composed, speaking appropriately, but his heart was always concerned about the thin figure in the distance.

After finally getting through the social gathering with his elders, he was already a little drunk. He returned to his seat, poured another glass of wine, and walked diagonally forward.

Because of what happened during the day, no one came to talk to the disciples of Ziwei Pavilion.

Zhou Miaoqin was shy, so she went outside the hall to chat with Duan Yiwan, who didn't want to be recognized by the Cangwu Sect. Yan Feng also went out with them.

In the entire hall, Ali was the only one sitting alone in his seat.

"Senior Sister."

A full wine glass was held out to Ali's eyes. The fragrant wine reflected Ali's surprised eyes. She put down the plum cake she had taken a bite of and asked, "Why are you here?"

Ning Huaiqing lifted his robe and sat on the floor, facing A-Li across the table: "Come and drink with Senior Sister."

He held two wine glasses and handed one to Ali.

She didn't answer: "Do I look like I need company?"

Ning Huaiqing's face flushed from drinking: "Don't you need it?"

Ali looked at him for a while and said, "You don't seem to be able to drink much."

Ning Huaiqing suddenly perked up. He suddenly leaned forward, one hand on the table, and most of the wine in the glass was spilled by him. "Senior Sister, don't underestimate me. My drinking capacity is unmatched in the world!"

Ali raised an eyebrow slightly and took the wine from his hand, then drank it slowly and leisurely: "That's because you haven't met me yet."

Ning Huaiqing's gaze shifted from her moist red lips, his eyes lit up, as if shimmering with starlight: "Then I must have a drink with you some other day, Senior Sister, and I won't leave until I'm drunk!"

Ali tilted his head, and there seemed to be warmth spreading in the depths of his dark pupils: "I'm always here for you."

The actions of the two people deeply hurt Sui Qin's heart who was not far away.

Because of her poor health, she could only sit quietly and could not eat most of the food on the table, not even her cousin's favorite wine.

Her eyes were burning and she reached out to grab the cold wine on the table, but was stopped by Ning Huaixiu who had been with her.

Their hands overlapped and Sui Qin pulled them back in panic.

Ning Huaixiu's eyes dimmed, and without saying a word, he placed a cup of hot ginger tea in front of her.

He always knew that Sui Qin only had eyes for her cousin.

When he was a child, he went to Feihong Sect with his uncle and cousin to stay for a while, where he met Sui Qin.

At that time, she was like a glass doll who had to take medicine all the time, and could only lie on the window and watch them play every day.

Ning Huaixiu was the first to notice her. He often talked to her and brought her delicious food and fun things, but her eyes were always following her cousin who was in high spirits in the yard.

Later, when he heard that something had happened to Feihong Sect, he was almost heartbroken and vowed to avenge Sui Qin.

Then, his cousin took the initiative to find him and invited him to find the truth together. He agreed without any hesitation, and even wanted to find out the truth as soon as possible more than his cousin.

But now he didn't understand why he did all this.

Sui Qin beside him suddenly stood up, as if he wanted to go out for some fresh air.

Ning Huaixiu immediately became nervous and carefully protected her, but he was still a step too late. Sui Qin bumped into a disciple serving at the banquet and fell into Ning Huaixiu's arms.

He confirmed that the person in his arms was fine and was about to get angry when Sui Qin suddenly screamed.

There was silence all around, and everyone at the table looked over.

Sui Qin's face was pale, and his trembling hands slowly pointed at the disciple: "...It's you, it was you who killed my parents back then!"

"It's you!"

Ning Yueze was the first to react. He strode to Sui Qin's side and said, "Qin'er, can you confirm it?!"

Sui Qin seemed to be stimulated and recalled the tragic night five years ago. She subconsciously shrank into Ning Huaixiu's arms, terrified and on the verge of collapse.

"Uncle, I'll take cousin Qin away first. She can't stay here any longer."

Ning Huaixiu finished speaking in a low voice, wrapped the shivering Sui Qin with his cloak to block out the prying eyes around her, and strode away with her in his arms.

The table fell into an eerie silence.

The eyes of the people exchanging information were no longer hidden, and they all turned to the only disciple of Ziwei Pavilion who was here at the moment.

Ali, who became the target of public criticism, drank the last drop of wine in the glass and slowly stood up.

She looked around and said her final words, "Everything that happened today was aimed at Ziwei Pavilion. I don't know the truth, so I dare not say whether it is true or not, but I firmly believe that the headmaster and the masters would never do such a thing."

After saying that, she slowly walked through the crowd with different expressions and left.

It just so happened that the play was nearing its end and she was too lazy to continue.

After walking out of the hall, there was a commotion for some reason, which seemed to be mixed with scolding and exclamations.

After a moment, a gust of wind blew past.

Ning Huaiqing pursed his lips, and there was a clear palm print on the side of his face.

He followed Ali's footsteps, and took out a jar of wine from somewhere and shook it in front of her.

"Senior Sister, would you like to drink?"