Chapter 91 091 "I'm warning you, you're not allowed to use the Thunderclap Palm for this..."
On the high platform.
Gao Yang was shocked and immediately helped Ji Yunshu up: "Young Master!"
Ji Yunshu grabbed his collar with her backhand and said sternly:
"Who is she? I'm asking you, who is she?!"
Gao Yang was stunned by the crazed look in Ji Yunshu's eyes. His young master was always humble and gentle; he had never seen Ji Yunshu so out of control... no, he had never seen her like this before.
When the young mistress died, the young master also seemed to have gone mad, appearing completely insane.
The difference is that back then, his dark eyes were like stars in the night, but now, the light in his peach blossom eyes is breathtaking.
Gao Yang paused, a sudden inspiration striking him. He glanced sideways at the slender figure of the foreign youth in the martial arts arena, then his eyes fell on the golden dart tightly clutched in Ji Yunshu's palm. Beads of blood trickled down his fingers, but he remained oblivious.
“Young Master suspects…” Gao Yang suddenly paused. Their commotion had been quite loud, drawing the attention of many on the platform. He bent down to pick up the fallen teacup, lowering his voice, “This foreign youth is indeed somewhat strange. But… but we did witness the young mistress's body…”
Since the young master stole the young mistress's body, it's true that some people claimed to have witnessed him walking alongside a beautiful young woman, and that he left behind the golden dart, a unique item that only the head of the world's number one dart master could possess. However, Gao Yang did not believe that the beautiful young woman was Jiang Ling'er, or rather, the "living" Jiang Ling'er.
Although he knew that the old poison master Gongye Chi was renowned for his terrifying abilities, capable of reviving the dead and healing the wounded, and that the young poison master, being the old poison master's apprentice, was certainly no less skilled, he had personally witnessed the young master holding the young mistress's body for three days and three nights without closing his eyes. Not only he had seen it, but hundreds of disciples from Sun and Moon Fortress had also witnessed it. The person was completely dead; not even the King of Hell himself could save her, let alone the old and young poison masters.
Moreover, in order to catch the Little Poison Master, they did not hesitate to issue a kill order in the martial arts world, but after several months they had made no progress. Furthermore, there were rumors that the Little Poison Master had died at the hands of the Old Poison Master. He thought that the young master should also give up...
"I told you she's not dead."
Ji Yunshu miraculously calmed down, and even patted the collar of Gao Yang's clothes that she had crumpled, in a very good mood.
Brushing him aside, Ji Yunshu leaned against the railing of the high platform, a breeze ruffling the soft fur of his fox fur coat.
He stared intently at the slender foreign youth in the martial arts arena, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. His gaze greedily and intensely traced her figure, her waist, her barely visible eyebrows, and her cat-like almond eyes… He murmured as if in a dream:
"Isn't she... perfectly fine right in front of me right now?"
Since the death of the young mistress, the young man has fallen seriously ill. He is pale and plagued by diarrhea. The once gentle and refined gentleman has now become a grotesque ghost, as if he were wearing a human skin.
Gao Yang had worried several times that the young master would continue to be depressed, but now that he had learned that the young mistress might be alive, the veins on the back of the young man's hands, which were gripping the railing, were as blue as if they were coiled like dragons, and his eyes were shining brightly, as if a body had suddenly come to life.
Gao Yang should have been happy, but a deeper, indescribable unease gripped him.
Ji Yunshu's already dark and beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to be burning with a dark sea of fire, and something was burning, spreading, and going crazy beneath this sea of fire, ready to ignite at any moment.
Gao Yang hesitated several times, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. He couldn't tell whether it was better for Jiang Ling'er to live or die... In the end, he only moved his thin lips and said nothing more.
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Jiang Ling'er couldn't possibly still be alive!
On the martial arts arena.
Zhao Xiao stared intently at the foreign youth before him, his eyes blazing with fury, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. He strode toward the youth, intending to rip the damned cloth from his face, but he stopped abruptly after only two steps.
Jiang Ling'er could not possibly still be alive.
Right before his eyes, his Uncle-Master He Yong pierced her with a single sword strike. He witnessed it with his own eyes; there was no mistake.
Jiang Ling'er died long ago, along with the old镖头 (bodyguard/escort).
They brought this upon themselves.
From last year to today, the grass on the graves of this father and daughter must be over ten feet tall. Even if there are any ghosts, they have long since been reincarnated.
Since he's dead, it's impossible for me to stand in front of him.
Jiang Ling'er frowned as she watched Zhao Xiao's expression change several times before she suddenly smiled and said, "Well done."
Jiang Ling'er paused, then frowned: "...What?"
Zhao Xiao looked Jiang Ling'er up and down thoughtfully.
"I don't know who sent you, but you're clever enough to think of using this trick to distract me."
baffling.
Jiang Ling'er couldn't understand what this guy was suddenly rambling on about, and she had never known that Zhao Xiao loved to talk nonsense like this. She only felt extremely uncomfortable with his gaze. She slightly raised her chin, glanced at him sideways, and said impatiently:
"Are we still going to fight or not?"
"Fight, of course I'll fight." Zhao Xiao raised his sword, the tip pointing directly at her brow. He then whispered, as if with regret, "My second junior sister is lonely in the afterlife. I'll send you down to keep her company."
Upon hearing the words "Second Junior Sister" out of the blue, Jiang Ling'er was momentarily stunned, thinking she had misheard.
Since her marriage... no, since the news of the death of Zhao Ji, the former leader of the White Tiger Hall, she, Zhao Xiao, and Yuan Zao, who were once inseparable and childhood sweethearts, have drifted apart and haven't heard those three words for several years.
If she hadn't heard Zhao Xiao mention "Second Junior Sister" again, it would have felt like a lifetime ago; she would have almost forgotten...
"careful!"
Suddenly, a boy's urgent shout brought Jiang Ling'er back to her senses. When she came to her senses, Zhao Xiao's sword tip was right at her face!
She frowned, channeling her energy into her feet as she retreated, constantly dodging the imminent attack. Just as everyone thought she would be forced off the stage when she was pushed to the edge of the martial arts arena, the foreign youth lightly touched the ground with his toes. Almost simultaneously, Zhao Xiao's longsword slashed down, and her waist bent at an almost bizarrely flexible angle!
The longsword only severed a wisp of hair at her temple, and she even had time to glance sideways at Gan Zishi below the stage and say something:
Thank you.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Before Gan Zishi, the others, and even Zhao Xiao could react, the young foreigner, as nimble as a swallow in spring, not only dodged the sharp edge of the longsword but also leaped into the air, his toes touching Zhao Xiao's longsword. With a bit of leverage, he returned to the martial arts arena!
When it takes flight, it is as nimble and agile as a swallow in spring; when it lands, it leaves no trace, just like a returning swallow. Not even a grain of sand is disturbed.
Wearing those incredibly heavy sandbags every day for the past few days has finally paid off.
Jiang Ling'er returned to the center of the martial arts arena, turned sideways to look at Zhao Xiao, who was holding a sword, and sneered:
"I had no idea that the esteemed Chief Escort of the Number One Escort Agency in the Land of Eminence would be..."
Before he could even speak, the entire audience fell silent for a moment before erupting into cheers that nearly lifted the roof off!
Jiang Ling'er was taken aback, and murmured the next words: "Yet she would still do such a despicable thing as attacking someone by sneak attacking..."
"Good lad, your lightness skill is truly impressive!"
"Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older, and new talents emerge in every generation!"
"Young man, what superb kung fu! Which school is it? And from whom did you learn it?"
The crowd below the arena were all asking questions of the foreign youth in the martial arts arena. Gan Zishi, in particular, was so young that his face turned red as he shouted for the foreign youth!
On the high platform, Yuan Wenkang nodded approvingly, then turned to his disciples and whispered:
"Go and find out who this person is."
Jiang Ling'er looked around in a daze, only belatedly realizing that the almost deafening cheers were all for her.
The scene I'd always dreamed of... has finally happened.
Jiang Ling'er was met with a chorus of cheers that were both unfamiliar and exhilarating, almost overwhelming her. Usually quite talkative, she was speechless for a moment, unsure of who to reply to first, and her ears, hidden under her handkerchief, turned red.
Unexpectedly, their eyes met those of Pei Xuan in the crowd.
Jiang Ling'er imitated the young Taoist priest, crossing her arms, slightly raising her chin, and looking smug.
Pei Xuan paused, then chuckled softly, rubbing his forehead. Suddenly, he slightly raised his eyelids, his phoenix eyes fixed on her, and said silently, word by word:
Be careful.
Despite the considerable distance between them, Jiang Ling'er couldn't read his lips. However, before Pei Xuan could speak, her ears twitched, and her body moved aside before her mind could react!
A flash of sword light appeared instantly, and a deep trench was cut into the gravel field beside him!
That was close!
Jiang Ling'er suddenly raised her eyes, staring at Zhao Xiao, her almond-shaped eyes seeming to burn.
That bastard launched another sneak attack!
She never knew that Zhao Xiao could be so despicable!
Zhao Xiao's sword flashed like a volley of lights, giving her almost no chance to breathe, and he kept stabbing her!
Jiang Ling'er dodged repeatedly. Luckily, she had freed her limbs from their restraints, otherwise she would have been riddled with thorns!
Jiang Ling'er used her light footwork to dodge Zhao Xiao's sharp blade while secretly observing him.
It wasn't her imagination after all; after several months apart, Zhao Xiao had not only become much stronger, but his moves, unlike those taught to him by the old镖头 (bodyguard) or 師叔 (uncle) Zhao Ji, now carried an undeniable sinister aura amidst their bizarre and unpredictable nature.
The kung fu style that goes against the orthodox path is more like the style commonly used by evil and heretical sects.
Including the underhanded tricks he learned from who-knows-where, like sneak attacks!
She had no recollection of the old镖头 (bodyguard), He Yong, or even her Uncle-Master Zhao Ji having taught them any of these things!
Jiang Ling'er was furious. She hated that Zhao Xiao, now the new chief镖头 (chief镖头 is a term for a bodyguard/escort), was incompetent and ignorant. She also hated that the old镖头 treated him like his own son and taught him everything he knew. His current behavior was tantamount to disgracing the old镖头!
While dodging, they also waited for an opportunity to counterattack.
Zhao Xiao's swordsmanship was fierce and intricate. Under the bright sun, the sword light crisscrossed and overlapped, as if weaving a net that covered the sky and the earth!
The foreign boy was like a fish caught in the net... no, or perhaps a dragon in the pond.
They weave through the crowd, each time narrowly escaping danger as if licking blood from a knife's edge, yet managing to emerge unscathed. The sight is breathtaking, leaving onlookers holding their breath.
Her figure was slender and graceful, truly as beautiful as a startled swan and as agile as a swimming dragon.
It is also a huge visual feast.
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On the high platform.
“Since the young master thinks this boy is…” Gao Yang paused, carefully choosing his words, “but this foreign boy’s skills are clearly much better.”
"yes."
A soft sigh escaped her lips.
Mr. Gao paused, thinking that Ji Yunshu had finally given up on this bizarre idea. How could the dead come back to life, let alone improve her martial arts to this extent in just a few months! Suddenly, he heard Ji Yunshu say softly:
Nine months.
Gao Yang paused slightly, then looked up at Ji Yunshu, who was leaning against the railing.
"……What?"
Ji Yunshu seemed to see through his thoughts, glanced at him, and smiled:
"nothing is impossible."
The young man possessed an exceptionally handsome appearance. Even when plagued by illness, he remained refined and elegant. The paler his face appeared in a sickly manner, the more striking his lips became, making him seem like a glamorous ghost draped in human skin.
He withdrew his gaze and turned it back to the martial arts arena.
At this moment, the fierce battle was raging, and the wind was blowing away the dust, making it difficult to see clearly, just like the chaotic and confused years he had spent like a headless fly.
"Nine months, a full two hundred and seventy-three days and nights." A metallic, metallic smell filled her chest as Ji Yunshu slowly exhaled, as if releasing a pent-up feeling of resentment. Nine months, almost a year.
"For two hundred and seventy-three days and nights, I have no idea who she met, what she encountered, what adventures she had, what she likes to eat and drink now, or what friends she has made..."
He held the small golden dart in his hand, bloodstains congealed on the dart and on the railing he held.
The blood, already congealed, began to flow again with each word he uttered, becoming slippery and sticky, staining the railing so that he almost couldn't hold on...
It feels like something is out of control.
The young man suddenly grinned.
"I'm so angry."
Although there was a smile on her lips, the smile did not reach her eyes.
Gao Yang glanced at those deep, dark, swirling peach blossom eyes that seemed to absorb everything, then quickly turned his head away, not daring to look a second time.
I felt a chill run down my spine; despite the bright sunshine, I was drenched in a cold sweat.
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Outside the martial arts arena.
Gan Zishi, simple-minded as ever, was still shouting at the top of his lungs to cheer on the foreign youth. Beside him was Lin Mengwan, the sixth of the Seven Little Lingxiao disciples and their junior sister.
Lin Mengwan hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist. She quietly tugged at Wen Chengan's sleeve on the other side and whispered:
"Senior Brother, have you noticed...?"
"This is Lingxiao's Mysterious Steps."
Lin Mengwan's eyes lit up: "That's right, Senior Brother, you noticed too!" When the young man glanced at her, she quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "But the Lingxiao Sect's kung fu is never passed on to outsiders, so where did this person learn it from?"
Upon hearing this, the young man's handsome eyebrows furrowed and relaxed repeatedly. This foreign youth's legwork was indeed the Misty Steps, and a pure example of the Soaring Cloud Misty Steps.
However, it's not entirely accurate to call it the Lingxiao Mizong Step.
It also seems to incorporate different styles of light-footed martial arts...
Wen Cheng'an was still young, and this was his first time coming down the mountain. He didn't know much, so he just whispered his advice:
"Keep your voice down, don't make a sound... Let's see."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the martial arts arena, Master Ma slapped his forehead hard!
"That's strange, Grandpa thinks... this kid's legwork has a bit of Grandpa's flair!"
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On the martial arts arena.
The foreign youth was chased all over the place by Zhao Xiao wielding his sword. Zhao Xiao really didn't give her any room to fight back. After all, two fists can't beat swords and blades. Jiang Ling'er glanced at a row of weapons racks not far away and was about to leap over with her toes. Even if she could only draw a spear, as long as she could withstand a move or two of Zhao Xiao's powerful swordsmanship, she would find a chance to turn the tables and reverse the situation!
Who knew that Zhao Xiao would actually split the weapon rack in two with a single sword strike!
The shelves full of dazzling weapons were cut in half and fell to the ground, all reduced to scrap metal.
The foreign youth stopped abruptly, glaring angrily:
"you!"
She was really angry!
Although a martial arts contest is ultimately about who has the harder punches—the winner stands, the loser lies—there's nothing simpler in the world than a fight. But a fair and square contest is what commands respect, and he's not afraid of being gossiped about; a victory that isn't honorable is unethical!
Zhao Xiao, seemingly oblivious to the stares of others and focused solely on killing her, thrust his sword at her again!
Jiang Ling'er was furious. While skillfully using her lightness skill to avoid his attack, she was also calculating in her mind that since she had no suitable weapon, she could only meet his sword with her bare hands...
At the crucial moment, Gan Zishi threw a long sword at him:
"Use mine!"
Jiang Ling'er paused, then took the longsword. Finally, she no longer had to hide and dodge in a sorry state. The moment she took the sword, she met Zhao Xiao's thrusting blade head-on!
The moment the two swords clashed, the sun hung in the sky, lightning flashed, and powerful internal energy burst forth from the sword energy. Zhao Xiao's palm trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the sword, and his steps involuntarily took a slight step back!
Jiang Ling'er's internal energy cultivation is still shallow, so it is naturally inferior to the vast and terrifying internal energy of people like Pei Xuan and Shui Rong.
But she has one good point: she is mischievous, playful, and studious.
She actually managed to figure some things out.
After several months apart, Zhao Xiao had indeed made rapid progress, his various unpredictable moves making him difficult to defend against and terrifying. However, when Jiang Ling'er fought him again, she no longer felt the same despair she had felt on that rainy day last year.
Even though being chased all over the place by this guy with his sword was a bit troublesome, it was still within a controllable range.
At this moment, she did not realize that even though Zhao Xiao had made rapid progress, the opponents she had faced all along were the infamous Seven Assassins of the Demonic Sect, such as Di Qing, Huo Wu, and Shui Rong, who were truly top-tier masters in the first echelon of the martial arts world. In the face of these formidable figures, Zhao Xiao, whom she once regarded as being plagued by inner demons every night, seemed to be...
It's not that scary anymore.
That's not enough to watch anymore.
She encountered too many masters, and not just masters, but even lifeless puppets that only attacked, and even the ordinary, blind old woman, Granny Yang. Jiang Ling'er hadn't investigated them deeply, but she thought, "Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me." As long as one is attentive, one can gain enlightenment from all things in heaven and earth.
Naturally, she learned a variety of things. Without any guidance from others, Jiang Ling'er learned from Granny Yang how to use her ears to distinguish objects better than her eyes. She also independently combined the lightness skills she learned from Fei Que, Master Ma, and Pei Xuan with her own thirty-six leg techniques. She even had a sudden inspiration to combine the internal energy cultivation method taught by Shui Rong with Master Lu's Thousand Buddha Acupoint Striking Hand... and unexpectedly, it really had a miraculous effect!
Gathering her inner strength in her palm and combining it with the impact of acupressure techniques, she unleashed her meager inner strength to its fullest extent with sheer force!
Although because her internal energy cultivation was still in its early stages and her internal energy was shallow, she could not use it many times.
But that's enough of a bluff.
As expected, after the first move, Zhao Xiao's face turned ashen, and he took two steps back, no longer daring to confront him head-on.
Someone in the audience exclaimed, "How can this young foreign boy have such profound internal strength at such a young age!"
"The younger generation is truly formidable!"
Jiang Ling'er struck while the iron was hot, pointing her sword at Zhao Xiao:
"You chased me all over the place just now, I was in a real mess. Now it's my turn."
Without giving Zhao Xiao any chance to catch his breath, he swung his sword!
Zhao Xiao drew his sword to defend, but his attacks were repeatedly defeated, and Jiang Ling'er countered each one!
Jiang Ling'er moved with graceful and agile footwork, her sword flashing in a dazzling display. Under the setting sun, the sword light dappled and danced, truly like a grand spectacle of falling petals in spring.
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Outside the martial arts arena.
Gan Zishi looked up at the magnificent sword dance, so dazzling and colorful. Many people, like him, stared in awe, momentarily forgetting that they were in a martial arts competition.
Gan Zishi stared for a while and finally realized something was wrong. It took him a long time to come to his senses. Looking at Wen Chengan's strange expression beside him, he murmured:
"Senior Brother, this is...this is our family's Falling Petals Bewildering Sword Technique, isn't it?"
Lin Mengwan pinched his arm hard:
"What do you think? It was practically dancing right in front of you before you even noticed!"
Among the crowd, Pei Xuan stroked his chin, squinted, and also gazed at the falling petals, nodding thoughtfully:
"Well... it's alright, at least it's more presentable than my good-for-nothing nephews."
It's enough to deal with Zhao Xiao.
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On the martial arts arena.
The foreign youth, wielding a long sword, swept through the enemy with unstoppable momentum, while Zhao Xiao was forced back step by step, eventually being pushed to the edge of the martial arts arena!
Jiang Ling'er was eager to end the fight as soon as possible and put an end to her feud with this guy. With a light tap of her toes, she leaped into the air and swung her sword fiercely down at Zhao Xiao's brow!
However, when death was imminent, Zhao Xiao suddenly dropped his sword and faced his death with equanimity.
Jiang Ling'er was taken aback, and the attack that was slashing down from mid-air stopped, with most of the sword energy immediately dissipating.
Never kill those who have no weapons; this was a teaching that the old head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) had always repeatedly emphasized. Even in the arena, she had to win honorably.
In a duel between masters, a slight mistake can lead to a huge difference.
In that brief moment, the outcome was decided.
Zhao Xiao seized this fleeting moment, sneered, and darted behind the foreign youth, striking him squarely in the chest with a "Thunderous" palm strike!
Even before Zhao Xiao set off, Jiang Ling'er, with her keen hearing, twitched her ear and turned around to unleash a "thunder" palm strike, gathering all her inner strength!
As they exchanged palm strikes with Zhao Xiao, under the bright sun, two bolts of lightning collided, creating a deafening roar in the clear sky!
A fierce palm strike ripped away the cloth covering Jiang Ling'er's face, revealing her crimson almond-shaped eyes staring at the utterly astonished and pale face of the young man standing before her. She spoke each word with utmost defiance:
"I'm warning you, you're not allowed to use the Thunderclap Palm to do such despicable things as taking advantage of others in their vulnerable state. You're not worthy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xiao was knocked down by the enormous impact of the palm, flying straight several feet away, and vomiting a mouthful of blood!
Jiang Ling'er landed steadily on the ground, quickly turned her head, and retied the loosened cloth.
To avoid revealing her identity, she hadn't planned to use the Thunder Palm technique. Even her Thirty-Six Leg Techniques were a combination of the leg techniques taught by Master Ma and the Mysterious Footwork taught by Pei Xuan. However, she didn't expect Zhao Xiao to play dirty tricks, and she was forced to use them.
The field was a mess, with fine sand swirling around it. Although Jiang Ling'er reacted quickly and put the cloth back on, she wasn't sure if she had been recognized.
But the skills she used couldn't be faked.
Soon, murmurs of discussion arose from the audience.
"This is...this is the Thunderclap Palm?"
"I...I'm not seeing things, am I? Both of them can use the Thunderclap Palm?"
"Thunderclap Palm... isn't a move only the heir to the world's number one dart master knows? Where did this foreign boy learn it from?"
"Yes, he even knocked down Chief Escort Zhao. Just who is this guy...?"
Jiang Ling'er: "..." That's it.
In the crowd, Pei Xuan rubbed his forehead.
He had an expression that said, "I knew it would turn out like this."
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On the martial arts arena.
Jiang Ling'er looked around, gritted her teeth, and knew that this place was no longer safe to stay. The most urgent matter was...
The most urgent task is, of course, to get Zhao Xiao out of the martial arts arena! We absolutely cannot let Xiao Zao marry someone like that!!!
Her almond-shaped eyes immediately turned towards Zhao Xiao, and she strode away.
She took several steps at a time and quickly walked up to Zhao Xiao, grabbing his collar and lifting him up.
Zhao Xiao looked at those almond-shaped eyes, which he could never forget even in death, so close to his face, and he was actually smiling:
"Jiang... Jiang Ling'er, you... you're still alive..."
The more he talked, the more blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah, I didn't die. Aren't you disappointed?"
Jiang Ling'er snorted coldly, grabbed Zhao Xiao by the collar, and dragged him step by step toward the edge of the martial arts arena. Everyone stared in disbelief at the strange behavior of the foreign boy, who never expected that he would drag Zhao Xiao down the martial arts arena step by step!
"Wait...wait!"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man's voice rang out from somewhere.
Jiang Ling'er paused, still dragging Zhao Xiao along, and looked up. She saw a middle-aged Taoist priest, covered in filth and dressed in a yellow robe, staggering towards her. His whisk, which resembled a feather duster, was pointed at her, his expression a mixture of grief and indignation.
"I am the True Lord Wenshan of Danxia Cave! This brat stole my invitation to the Hero's Tournament and even threw me into a dry well! He intended to murder me! If it weren't for my profound cultivation and the humiliation I endured to climb out of the well, he would have succeeded! What a vicious heart! Guards, seize him and take him to the Discipline Hall!!!"
Jiang Ling'er narrowed her eyes; she herself had almost forgotten about it if she hadn't been told.
It turns out it was this golden man's good dog.
She cursed inwardly, thinking, "I should have killed him before throwing him down the well, how despicable!"
While everyone was still observing, the White Tiger Hall disciples reacted swiftly, leaping onto the stage and surrounding the foreign youth with dozens of them, swords pointed at her.
"Thief, release the chief镖头 at once!"
Jiang Ling'er glanced at Zhao Xiao, whom she was dragging along, and then at the martial arts arena dozens of feet away. She gritted her teeth, about to channel her energy into her palms and fight again, when suddenly a Taoist figure appeared beside her. It was a young Taoist who leaped from below the arena to her side.
The White Tiger Hall disciple advanced the blade of his sword even further:
"You're in cahoots with him?!"
Pei Xuan coughed twice in response, then secretly winked at Jiang Ling'er, giving her a meaningful look. He whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Now is not a good time, let go."
Jiang Ling'er gritted her teeth, still stubbornly refusing to let go. If she hadn't thrown this guy off the martial arts arena now, wouldn't Xiao Zao's marriage to him... be a foregone conclusion?!
"Thief, release the chief镖头 at once!"
A disciple of the White Tiger Hall, wielding a long spear, had already pressed it against the throats of Jiang Ling'er and Pei Xuan.
Pei Xuan glanced at Jiang Ling'er's still trembling right hand hidden in her sleeve. She had been injured by the impact of the palm strike, but she had concealed it well. Otherwise, she would have knocked this guy off the stage with a single blow, instead of dragging him off step by step.
The young Taoist priest didn't expose her. He pursed his lips, seemingly ignoring the spear at her throat, and patiently, even earnestly, advised her:
"Fortunately, our identities haven't been completely exposed yet. I don't think it's a good thing to confront them head-on now. Besides, being imprisoned in the dungeon of the number one escort agency... We were going to break into the agency anyway, so who knows if it's a blessing or a curse?"
Jiang Ling'er glanced at the girl sitting upright on the high platform like a doll, and then at the disciples of the number one镖师 (bodyguard/escort) who kept surging up and almost filled the martial arts arena. She knew that there was no way to pull this guy off the martial arts arena. She sighed in her heart and had no choice but to let go.
Zhao Xiao fell to the ground like a rag doll.
She and the young Taoist priest surrendered without resistance and were taken to the Discipline Hall by the people of the White Tiger Hall.
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On the high platform.
Even if Jiang Ling'er's movements are fast enough to deceive those below the martial arts arena, she cannot deceive those on the high platform.
The mysterious woman, cradling a guqin, plucked the strings with her fingertips adorned with budding nail polish, and chuckled softly:
"What a great show! It was worth the trip."
Meanwhile, Yuan Wenkang, the head of Xuanwu Hall, was preoccupied with his beloved daughter. Ever since that foreign boy threw away the heavy sandbag with his limbs, the usually quiet Yuan Zao began to feel uneasy.
It wasn't until the foreign youth unleashed his Thunder Palm technique that Yuan Zao suddenly stood up from her seat! Especially when she saw the foreign youth being taken away, she began to cry and make a scene of unease, causing chaos and forcing the martial arts contest to be terminated.
Mr. Gao Yang's usually refined face showed clear astonishment: "She...she really is...the young mistress..."
Ji Yunshu stared at the slender back of the foreign boy as he walked further and further away, a slight smile playing on her lips. Just as she was about to chase after him, she suddenly shuddered, her vision blurred, and she almost fell off the stage.
"...Young Master!"
Mr. Gao Yang tried to rush over to support Ji Yunshu, but he fainted before he could.
Amidst the dizzying, overlapping shadows, Ji Yunshu strained to take one last look at the departing figure of the foreign youth, clearly...
It's right in front of me...
His thin lips were mottled from being bitten so much, but ultimately he couldn't resist the effects of the drug. A flash of gloom and resentment crossed his face as he murmured:
"Ling'er..."
She fainted.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, the entire horde of heroes collapsed in an instant.
Only after everyone else had collapsed did the woman holding the guqin slowly rise to her feet. Almost as soon as she moved, a pair of rough hands reached out to her, saying solicitously:
"Let me help the fairy with her zither."
The visitor was none other than the True Lord Wenshan of Danxia Cave.
The woman glanced at him with alluring eyes, and Wenshan Zhenjun immediately withdrew his hand, not daring to act rashly. He only timidly said:
"If it weren't for that brat who threw me into the well, I would have already poisoned the tea and wouldn't have kept the fairy waiting for so long..."
The mysterious woman ignored him, glancing at the hordes of people who had collapsed. Her lips curled slightly, and her eyes were alluring.
"The real show is about to begin."
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