Chapter 60: He Huan Sect Master Bai Yueguang 21 Things Are Different
For a long time afterwards, Ji Hanlin never appeared in front of her again.
Wen Qianning didn't know how hard she hit him that day. Although Ji Hanlin had already entered the Nascent Soul stage at that time, he might have been injured too badly.
The next day, she couldn't bear it any longer, so she ordered Sang Yu to search the surrounding area with healing elixirs, hoping to heal the man's injuries. However, after searching all over the mountains, she couldn't find any trace of him.
Five years passed.
The next time I heard the name "Ji Hanlin" was from someone else. He learned that, just like the plot of the novel, he had quickly overcome the tribulation and become an immortal. He became the youngest immortal and had a bright future.
This is good. Wen Qianning was a little dazed. It seemed that this world... could really complete the task.
After all, she now has no contact with the male protagonist at all, and no longer has to worry that the male protagonist will come back to find her, causing the relationship between the male and female protagonists to fail to develop like in the previous two worlds.
The male protagonist has his own new life, and she also has her own life. Generations of disciples in the Hehuan Sect have replaced each other, and Sang Yu is no longer the young man who always follows her.
Wen Qianning was well aware that Sang Yu was now capable of handling matters on her own. Although she was the sect leader, she didn't particularly enjoy handling the sect's complex affairs, finding them cumbersome. Rather than being trapped in the sect hall listening to the disciples bickering, she preferred to leave everything to Sang Yu.
Over time, the entire Hehuan Sect came to tacitly accept that the Sect Master lived a life of luxury and ignored all mundane affairs, while the one who truly managed the sect's affairs, big and small, was her first disciple Sang Yu.
Wen Qianning was also happy and relaxed.
Having nothing to do that day, she quietly slipped down the mountain gate without telling anyone. She drifted aimlessly on the boat all the way and unknowingly arrived at the shore of Yundu Lake again.
The lake is as clear as a mirror, the water is sparkling, willows are swaying, people are coming and going on the stone path, and ordinary people are still setting up stalls by the lake to sell things. Everything is no different from five years ago.
When going out, Wen Qianning always dressed simply, restraining her aura as the sect leader and looking like just an ordinary woman.
"Miss, would you like to see the latest styles of hairpins here?"
A shouting sounded in his ears. Wen Qianning was startled and looked in the direction of the sound. It was the vendor who set up the stall from that year. The stall was still in the same place, but the hairpins were much more exquisite than before.
She walked forward, picked up a kingfisher hairpin, and gently stroked the patterns on the hairpin.
The stall owner narrowed his eyes, as if recognizing her, and suddenly smiled: "Oh, isn't this the girl from five years ago? You haven't changed at all."
"Do you still remember me?" Wen Qianning paused slightly and laughed.
Five years... maybe it was just a blink of an eye in the eyes of a cultivator, but in the memory of ordinary people, it was truly a very long period of time.
"You are a beautiful girl, like a fairy from heaven." The stall owner looked at her and spoke sincerely. "Back then, you came here with that young man. You were both very handsome, so I remember it very clearly. When you were choosing a hairpin, he stood by your side, watching you closely. I've never seen such a loving couple..."
When the stall owner mentioned the young man who had been with him, he seemed to realize something and looked at him with a questioning look: "By the way, why didn't I see that young man today?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Qianning involuntarily exerted force with the hand holding the hairpin, and she almost broke the hairpin in a moment of distraction.
She raised her eyes, forcing herself to remain calm, but her smile was a little forced: "He... had his own things to do, he's no longer here."
"Gone?" The stall owner was stunned. "Did they go their separate ways?"
The words of others were like a knife slowly cutting into Wen Qianning's heart. She stopped talking and just put the coins on the stall. Her face was calm, but her heart was still restless for a long time.
Seeing her silence, the stall owner thought he had said something wrong, so he waved his hands in embarrassment and apologized repeatedly: "Sorry, miss, please don't blame me, I was too nosy. If you like any hairpin here, you can pick any one and I'll give it to you directly."
Wen Qianning shook her head and said softly, "Thank you, but it's not necessary."
She took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, turned slowly, and walked away with slow steps.
After she walked away, the vendor looked at her receding figure and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Strange, but a few days ago, I seemed to see that young man walking by the lake..."
However, the girl said that they had already broken up, so maybe he was just seeing things.
Thinking of this, the stall owner shook his head and continued to pack up his stall.
Wen Qianning didn't hear these words, she had already stepped onto the long bridge leading to the center of the lake.
There is an inn built on the lake. The buildings are all facing the water, with carved beams and painted buildings, which are reflected in the lake.
I'm not in the mood for today, so I'd better rest first and wander around tomorrow. So Wen Qianning walked into the inn. Seeing her extraordinary demeanor and elegant attire, the innkeeper immediately arranged for her to stay in the best lakeside pavilion.
The boat carried her slowly towards the center of the lake. Night had just fallen, and the moonlight was cold, making her silhouette look elegant and peerless.
The boat stopped at an independent attic.
The servant with the lamp led her into the waterside pavilion. Wen Qianning ordered some tea and planned to take a rest.
She walked into the house, took off her cloak, and was about to open the window to get some fresh air when she heard a very slight sound of wooden boards moving upstairs.
Upstairs, Zhen Zhixin had already stood in front of the window, quietly looking down at all this. He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes cold. The light shone from below, making his face half bright and half dark.
When he leaned against the window just now, he had seen the boat docking and the elegant woman in plain clothes walking into the attic, but he was not in a hurry to show up.
The woman who had humiliated him in the martial arts tournament.
The shame of the past surged in his heart. Zhen Zhixin's eyes seemed to be poisoned, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
Back then in Xuanxiao Mountain, he had intended to use the competition as an opportunity to humiliate the Hehuan Sect and teach them a lesson, but Wen Qianning saw through his plan unexpectedly. This woman actually started fighting with the leader of their Qingyun Sword Sect.
Later... she even resorted to covert tactics, administering itchy powder and laxatives. During those few days, he was tortured to the point of madness and utter disgrace in Xuanxiao Mountain. Even though he tried his best to hide it, not wanting others to see him, word still got out, and it's still a laughing stock among the Qingyun Sword Sect.
How could a true disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect swallow the humiliation he suffered from the leader of the Hehuan Sect?
Tonight is a godsend opportunity.
Zhen Zhixin had come down the mountain alone and was staying temporarily at the inn in the middle of the lake, but he didn't expect to run into Wen Qianning.
This is God's will, how can we miss it? Zhen Zhixin's lips curled slightly, and he already had an idea in mind. He was not a fool. He knew that Wen Qianning's cultivation was far superior to his. If he fought head-on, he would probably not end up well.
In this case, there is no need to be open and aboveboard.
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Below, Wen Qianning was pouring tea alone with a relaxed expression.
At this moment, a very light mist quietly rose in the teacup.
Wen Qianning narrowed his eyes, quickly took back the teacup, and with a swipe of his sleeve, the porcelain cup shattered instantly.
The air was filled with a very slight strange fragrance.
It seems to be... a love potion?
This was just a trick for her. Wen Qianning sneered, not knowing who was so reckless as to want to attack her, and murderous intent gradually appeared in her eyes.
However, the next moment, as the roof sank, a sword light suddenly slashed down.
Zhen Zhixin jumped down from the roof, and his long sword, carrying a sharp sword energy, slashed straight at Wen Qianning.
Sword shadows crossed each other, and all the tables and chairs in the room were shattered.
Wen Qianning raised his hand lightly and easily dispelled the sword force.
"It's you? Zhen Zhixin, you are quite brave." She spoke lightly with cold eyes.
Zhen Zhixin smiled sinisterly, his expression somewhat ferocious, and didn't reply. His sword suddenly paused, and he formed seals with his hands, shattering the white jade bottle. The liquid within the bottle scattered, instantly transforming into a fine vapor that spread out.
Wen Qianning couldn't help laughing.
"Do you think a mere incense can do anything to me?"
"Today either you die or I live!" Zhen Zhixin's eyes revealed cruelty and his moves were extremely fierce.
Just as Wen Qianning was about to fight back, he suddenly felt a familiar presence approaching from behind.
Without any warning or sound, Ji Hanlin appeared in the building. The cold sword energy collided with Zhen Zhixin's, shaking everything in the house.
Wen Qianning's mind was shaken, and he subconsciously turned his head to look.
It was that moment of distraction that allowed Zhen Zhixin's sword to take advantage of the opportunity and force her to be knocked away, with her head hitting the doorpost heavily.
The moment he hit the doorpost, Wen Qianning felt pain, groaned, and then his eyes went dark and he fainted.
The second before she fainted, she was still thinking that if Zhen Zhixin only relied on the Ecstasy Incense, he would never get any good from her. It was completely because Ji Hanlin's sudden appearance scared her, otherwise she would not have accidentally bumped into the doorpost because of her distraction...QAQ
"Ningning!" Ji Hanlin was startled and hurried forward to answer it.
The warm and soft girl fell into his arms, her brows furrowed, and she was obviously unconscious.
When Zhen Zhixin saw this, a hint of pleasure flashed across his eyes, but then he was fixed by Ji Hanlin's murderous gaze, and his heart turned cold.
"Zhen Zhixin."
The deep voice was as cold as ice.
Zhen Zhi's heart tightened and his face turned pale instantly.
He had heard countless rumors about Ji Hanlin. Now, Ji Hanlin was very popular in the world of cultivation. Some people said that he had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, while others said that he had single-handedly overcome the heavenly tribulation and finally passed through it with his physical body, becoming the youngest immortal. He shocked the world and his cultivation was unfathomable.
The rumors were half true and half false. Zhen Zhixin was a little disdainful at first, but when he really faced them, he realized that those words were far from enough to describe the oppression brought by the person in front of him.
Ji Hanlin was just standing there casually, but he was like a mountain, with such overwhelming power that even the sword in Zhen Zhixin's hand trembled uncontrollably.
For some reason, Zhen Zhixin had a bad premonition and was about to make a few excuses in a panic, but before he could say anything, his eyes blurred.
I couldn't see the movement at all.
The next moment, the sound of a sword pierced the air.
“——!”
A bone-chilling pain spread through his chest. Zhen Zhixin lowered his head, his eyes full of disbelief. Before he could react, his chest was pierced by a sword, and blood gushed out.
He didn't even have time to scream, the fear and unwillingness in his eyes were frozen in the last moment of his life.
With a "thump", the corpse fell to the ground helplessly, the long sword slipped out of his hand, rolled to the floor with a crisp sound, and then lost its voice forever.
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