The familiar sword energy and the icy longsword fell together, covering the entire ground with a layer of ice.
A figure was slammed hard to the ground.
The man was dressed in fine clothes, with his silver hair disheveled and loose.
It was none other than Yi Haoyue, the current city lord of the City That Never Sleeps.
Blood trickled from the corner of Yi Haoyue's mouth, her face was ashen and she looked visibly terrified, indicating that she had been greatly frightened.
She looked up and met Wei Qinghe's clear phoenix eyes. She smiled awkwardly, "Good sister, we meet again."
Just as she was about to get up, she heard a crisp cracking sound, like the sound of bones breaking.
Yi Haoyue was forced to kneel on the ground. She was in so much pain that she was covered in sweat, but she still maintained a standard smile on her face.
Wei Qinghe's gaze turned towards the void the moment the Frozen Sword pierced the ground.
He's here.
Didn't we agree to wait for her message?
How much time has passed, yet they've already barged in so forcefully.
That handsome figure landed before her as if a god had descended to earth.
His deep eyes were filled with worry. "Qinghe, are you alright?"
Daoist Fuyue looked solemn, but relaxed a little after confirming that Wei Qinghe was alright.
What brings you here?
Recalling Yi Haoyue's disheveled state just now, it's not hard to imagine how Daoist Fuyue managed to barge into the secret realm so arrogantly.
Who says only alchemists can enter this secret realm?
Didn't the pure sword cultivator also get in?
“I’m worried about you because I haven’t heard from you all day,” said Daoist Fuyue as if he were a stranger.
Although it was the truth, it still made Wei Qinghe feel somewhat embarrassed.
Ever since Daoist Fuyue became her fiancé, things seem to have changed.
Although it was a bit blunt, I felt very happy inside.
"Daoist Fuyue, I told you long ago, little sister will be alright..."
Just as the two locked eyes and silence spoke volumes, Yi Haoyue's untimely voice rang out.
Fuyue Daozun held Wei Qinghe's hand in one hand and withdrew the Frozen Sword in the other.
The sword was surrounded by icy air, causing Yi Haoyue to shiver reflexively.
It's obvious that she suffered a great loss because of that ice sword.
"Daoist Master Fuyue!"
Many alchemists only belatedly realized the identity of this powerful sword cultivator.
It turned out to be the renowned and number one swordsman, Daoist Fuyue.
Didn't they say that Daoist Fuyue only had swords and the way of the sword in his heart and eyes?
Why was he so concerned about this little girl as soon as he arrived, even taking her hand as if no one else was around?
Could this young girl be Daoist Fuyue's partner?
Just as everyone was puzzled, a man's voice suddenly broke the tense and strange atmosphere.
"Please, Venerable Fuyue, release my junior sister's hand!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Daoist Hongqi leading Qi Cheng and Fang Yun in a long stride.
Qi Cheng himself was holding Fang Yun's hand, but his face was grim and his eyes were filled with anger as he stared at the hand of Daoist Fuyue holding Wei Qinghe's hand.
Judging from his appearance, if he could win, he would probably cut off Fuyue Daozun's hand with a single sword strike.
Hongqi Daozun wanted to explain, but then stopped abruptly. He stroked his beard, looking on with amusement.
It would be good to give Daoist Fuyue some trouble, otherwise Daoist Fuyue probably wouldn't know how high his precious disciple's status is in the Spirit Sect.
He seemed to have forgotten that his disciple was no match for Daoist Fuyue; he couldn't even be counted on a single finger.
"You are Qi Cheng?" Daoist Fuyue quickly sized up Qi Cheng.
Seeing that he was holding hands with another girl in public, he was overjoyed. She wasn't a rival in love; she was just a girl who genuinely cared about him.
He's Wei Qinghe's fiancé, isn't it normal for them to hold hands?
"That's right." Qi Cheng was somewhat surprised that Daoist Fuyue knew him.
In the past, he would have been overjoyed.
But one thing at a time, junior sister cannot be bullied.
"Thank you for saving us, Daoist Fuyue. However, now that we have met with our junior sister, please return her to us."
The saying "a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger" probably describes Qi Cheng perfectly at this moment.
There's probably no one else who would dare to speak to the number one sword cultivator, Daoist Fuyue, like this.
After he finished speaking, Qi Cheng immediately put on a gentle expression and softened his tone.
"Junior sister, come here."
Fuyue Daozun increased the pressure on his hand, but he controlled it well, not giving Wei Qinghe a chance to break free, but without hurting her.
"You flatter me. I am here only to find my fiancée."
Declaring sovereignty is such a comfortable thing.
These words caught the attention of the alchemist who knew the number one swordsman, Daoist Fuyue, but was kept in the dark about the situation.
Even the city lord, Yi Haoyue, looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression.
"Fiancée?" Yi Haoyue and Qi Cheng asked almost simultaneously.
Yi Haoyue stared at Wei Qinghe in shock, "You're Wei Qinghe from the Spirit Sect! Aren't you a sword cultivator?"
Qi Cheng had been away for too long and had no idea that Wei Qinghe and Daoist Fuyue had already arranged their marriage.
They naturally had no idea that the two were now engaged.
But he wasn't stupid; Daoist Fuyue had already made it quite obvious.
He turned around and looked at his master with a puzzled expression.
"Master?"
Hongqi Daozun said nothing, and didn't even dare to look Qi Cheng in the eye.
Qi Cheng understood everything; what Daoist Fuyue said was true.
While he was away from the sect, their beloved junior sister was actually coveted by that pig, Daoist Fuyue.
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