Chapter 31 Hmm...?
Chapter Thirty-One: Hmm?
The two sisters happily approached Linghao, saying, "Benefactor, we never expected to meet here."
"What a coincidence." Linghao smiled at them. She really hadn't expected to run into them here.
"Benefactors." The two sisters looked at each other, then clasped their hands and said, "We were impolite last time and did not introduce ourselves. We are disciples of the Emei Sect."
"I am Jingxin."
"I am Jinghe."
Ling Hao nodded with a smile, but inwardly she thought, "These must be Taoist names. It seems these two are disciples who have left home to cultivate." In that case, Tian Boguang's crimes were even more heinous. Hmph, luckily, she, the chivalrous Ling, came to his rescue.
Thinking of this, Linghao began to feel proud. Wasn't this exactly why she had studied martial arts so diligently in the first place? Hehehe.
"Junior sister, come here quickly." Jingxin called out to the back, "Our benefactor, that is our junior sister."
A tall, beautiful woman with fair skin walked into the teahouse. She smiled as she approached, as if a spring breeze was coming with her. "Senior Sister." She then looked at Ling Hao. "This must be Lady Ling, right? Thank you so much for saving my two senior sisters."
"You're too kind." Ling Hao waved her hand casually. "Why don't we sit down and have a cup of tea together?" She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The Emei Sect was full of beauties, each with their own unique charm. It was truly a feast for the eyes.
"I'm afraid it won't work." Jingxin shook her head, full of regret. "My benefactor, my junior sisters and I have been ordered by our master to do other things."
"Since that's the case, I won't force you to stay any longer." Ling Hao smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries with them before watching them leave the teahouse.
Watching their departing figures, she still thought to herself that they must be disciples of Abbess Miejue. Speaking of which, after the great unification of the world, the Emei Sect, like their Huashan Sect, also developed into a faction. No, it was more like two peaks, two sect leaders.
One sect leader is Abbess Emei, whose disciples are all women and who deeply despise men. The other sect leader is Dugu Yihe, whose disciples include both men and women. These two sect leaders and their disciples are constantly at odds, but currently, the Emei disciples are more outstanding and have overshadowed Dugu Yihe's disciples for many years.
Thinking of the information he had gathered, Ling Hao couldn't help but shake his head. Their small Huashan Sect had split into two factions, fighting amongst themselves and weakening each other. As a result, only the Qi Sect lineage remained as the leader of the Huashan Sect, and the entire Huashan Sect had declined.
The Emei Sect, too, was embroiled in internal strife between two factions. However, instead of weakening each other, they grew stronger through their constant battles. Today, both Abbess Miejue and the legendary swordsman Dugu Yihe are quite famous in the martial arts world.
Tsk tsk tsk, this kind of malicious competition is unacceptable. It has to be healthy competition, striving for the top. Ling Hao shook her head inwardly, thinking that she would have to write a letter to her master later, telling him that they still needed to learn from the Emei Sect, and that their Huashan Sect had truly lost.
After some time, Feng Qingyang received a message delivered by carrier pigeon: "..."
Unfilial disciple, wicked student! All you do is anger your master. You'll know how terrible it is when you anger your master to death, ha!
At this moment, Linghao naturally had no idea what would happen later. Well, even if she did know, she would say that her master was very resilient and would never be angered to death. Seeing that Yunduo had rested enough, she paid for the tea, mounted Yunduo, and prepared to continue chasing after the people.
Oh dear, when she sees her master, she must tell him all about her hardships. She's been chasing after the Huashan Sect members all this way, it's been so tiring, he must feel ashamed for kicking her down the mountain. Completely unaware that she'd gone astray and missed the Huashan Sect members, Ling Hao thought to herself with a smug smile.
"A disciple of the Huashan Sect? With such good looks, it's a real waste for her to be a disciple of that old nun, Abbess Miejue. Why not become one of my people?"
Fortunately, she heard a male voice as she passed through a small alley, and his words made her rein in Yunduo.
"You lecherous thief! Take this!"
"You can't beat me." The male voice wasn't unpleasant, but his words were. "It smells so good."
"Let me go, you shameless scoundrel!"
"I won't let go. If you can, leave on your own."
"A lecher, is that it?" Ling Hao laughed with a hint of malice. Very well, she "liked" lechers the most.
In the alley, a man and a woman were sparring, but the woman's martial arts were weaker, and she was no match for the man. Just then, a cold light arrived like lightning, carrying immense force.
The man had no choice but to release the woman, staggering back several steps to avoid having his hand sliced off. He looked at the person who had suddenly appeared, "Who are you? Are you also a disciple of the Emei Sect?"
Ling Hao completely ignored him, then looked at the person she had shielded behind her, "Are you alright?"
“I’m fine,” Jingxin’s junior sister shook her head. “Thank you for saving me, Lady Ling.”
"The Lady Ling?" The man raised an eyebrow slightly, then chuckled lightly, with a touch of nonchalant elegance. "The one who overpowered all the heroes in Fuzhou City, Ling Hao? The disciple of Feng Qingyang of the Huashan Sect?"
Ling Hao remained silent, simply holding up his sword and staring at him.
The man laughed again, "The Huashan Sect has fallen so low, yet the Sword Sect, which was expelled from it, has produced a decent disciple. I imagine that Gentleman Sword must be so angry he can't sleep." He knew quite a bit of information, which showed he was well-informed and probably not an unknown figure in the martial arts world.
"Too much talk." Ling Hao had no time for banter. She attacked the man with her sword, each move more ruthless and fierce than the last.
The man had initially underestimated Ling Hao, but her martial arts skills surprised him, forcing him to take her seriously. What he didn't expect was that Ling Hao seemed to grow stronger with each challenge; her moves were increasingly powerful, and she even appeared to have improved during this short exchange.
Where did Feng Qingyang find this monster?! The man was astonished. Then, he heard a whistle and immediately withdrew. "I have something to do today, I won't play with you anymore. Well done, I, Yang Xiao, will remember you. I hope you'll show mercy next time we meet."
"Huh? Hearing the name the other party left behind, Ling Hao was quite taken aback, her eyes widening in disbelief. What the heck? The other party is Yang Xiao? Yang Xiao, the Left Envoy of the Ming Cult? Yang Buhui's father, Yang Xiao? Then this…" She looked at the woman behind her and said, "I haven't asked your name yet, miss."
The beautiful Emei Sect disciple smiled and said, "Ji Xiaofu of the Emei Sect thanks you, Lady Emei, for saving us. Lady Emei, you saved the three of us sisters, I..."
"Holy crap! She's Ji Xiaofu, Yang Buhui's mother!" Ling Hao's hands trembled. She hadn't heard a word Ji Xiaofu said. Although she quickly composed herself, maintaining her composed demeanor, her heart was in turmoil.
Could she have changed the way Yang Xiao and Ji Xiaofu met? If so, would Yang Buhui still be born?
A note from the author:
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Linghao: Feelings are complicated
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