Chapter 55: The Cycle of Cause and Effect
Chapter Fifty-Five: The Cycle of Cause and Effect
"Bang--!"
"Bang--!"
"Bang--!"
The sound kept coming from below the ring, and one person after another was kicked off the ring by Ling Hao, almost without stopping.
The people sitting below the stage initially watched coldly, thinking that Ling Hao's martial arts were indeed impressive. But later, one by one, they couldn't sit still anymore. She fought one opponent after another; it was no longer a stage match, but rather a series of tag-team battles.
Even so, Ling Hao showed no sign of fatigue, her sword-wielding hand didn't falter in the slightest, and she seemed to have expended no internal energy whatsoever, remaining calm and composed. So young yet possessing such profound internal strength—where did this monster come from?
Oh, right, they were raised by Feng Qingyang. Whether they had disciples or not, at this moment, everyone felt a pang of jealousy towards Feng Qingyang. How could he be so good at raising disciples? I really want to ask him.
"Gurgle." Ling Hao's stomach made a soft sound. She looked up at the sky, sheathed her sword, and jumped off the stage.
“My lady Ling Hao.” Lian Chengbi stood up and said with a smile, “Why did you come down? Are you feeling unwell?” He had originally wanted to go up and fight Ling Hao; her swordsmanship was so exquisite that he was captivated by it.
However, one person after another challenged her to a duel, and Lian Chengbi hesitated. If he went up now, it would be seen as taking advantage of her vulnerability, and he didn't want to do that. Now that he saw Ling Hao come down from the arena, he was naturally concerned.
“I’m hungry,” Linghao said.
"What?" Some people thought there must be something wrong with their ears.
"I should go eat now, everyone, farewell." Ling Hao picked up his sword and disappeared in a few leaps.
Those who were left behind all looked completely bewildered.
Shen Bijun couldn't help but ask, "Didn't she want the Deer-Slaying Knife?" Everyone who came here wanted the Deer-Slaying Knife, so why didn't Linghao want it? She clearly had the strength to spare, and she clearly had a good chance of getting it, so why? Why did she leave?
She didn't believe Ling Hao's claim of being hungry. What martial artist would abandon a divine weapon and a chance to make a name for themselves just because they were hungry? Shen Bijun didn't believe it, and neither did the others. They simply assumed Ling Hao had some private matters to attend to, which was why they left.
Lian Chengbi smiled and said, "In that case, let's continue." At the same time, he also asked the Shen family's servants to bring up some tea and snacks for the various martial artists, since it was indeed time to eat. However, he also knew that no one would leave because they were hungry, like Ling Hao, so he could only do so at this moment.
Shen Bijun, standing to the side, couldn't help but bite his lower lip. He was quite good at using the servants of the Shen family.
Meanwhile, Linghao had already found a small shop and ordered a bowl of pork noodles. Worried there wouldn't be enough meat, she paid extra for an extra portion, and the shopkeeper brought over a bowl of noodles piled high with meat. She nodded in satisfaction, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat.
Those speculations from the martial arts world were just their own thoughts. Linghao was genuinely hungry, which is why she left the arena. Of course, it was also because she didn't want the Deer-Slaying Saber at all, and since she had already achieved her goal of defeating Yue Buqun and Linghu Chong, there was no need for her to stay there.
From beginning to end, she never forgot her initial thought. As Linghao ate her noodles, she thought to herself that she should look quite dashing when she left, quite fitting the image of a martial arts master, right? But when she glanced at the bundle she had placed aside, she felt deflated.
No, a female knight-errant carrying her bundle after leaving wouldn't be so cool. Damn it, it's all that bastard Gongzi Yu's fault. If it weren't for him sending Mingyue away, she wouldn't have left that courtyard, and she wouldn't have had to carry her bundle herself.
"Hmph!" Ling said angrily.
"Is this noodle soup delicious?"
Ling Hao heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice beside her. Without looking up, she thought to herself, "Although Gongzi Yu and Mingyue have the same face, there are still differences. His eyes are different from Mingyue's; they are too deep. His voice is also relatively low, somewhat different from Mingyue's cheerful voice."
And his height was slightly taller than Mingyue's. Although the difference was slight, Linghao still noticed it. Her eyes were very sharp; she discovered something was amiss after only a few glances.
Seeing that Ling Hao was ignoring him, Gongzi Yu didn't think much of it and simply sat down opposite her with a smile. He just watched her eat her noodles as if he were observing something magical.
Ling Hao: "..."
She ignored Gongzi Yu, finished her noodles, paid the bill, and left with her bag. Some people are best ignored; the more you engage with them, the more they escalate. Ling Hao hadn't forgotten that Gongzi Yu was a bit of a weirdo; she had worried before that he would get his fill of insults, and now it was the same.
Despite being ignored, Gongzi Yu was not angry, but simply walked beside Ling Hao with a smile.
Ling Hao realized that if he was fast, Mingyue was fast; if he was slow, Mingyue was slow. He couldn't help but think that another difference between him and Mingyue was that Ling Hao's martial arts skills were superior to Mingyue's.
She didn't deliberately speed up or slow down to compete with Gongzi Yu; she simply wandered around as she pleased. She completely ignored Gongzi Yu, and if he occasionally blocked her way, she would simply walk around him without saying a word.
Gongzi Yu's gaze towards Ling Hao deepened. He couldn't understand—was he really that much worse off than Gongzi Mingyue? She treated him so well, so why did she seem to ignore him?
He had selectively forgotten that Ling Hao's attitude towards Gongzi Mingyue wasn't very good at first. Gongzi Yu only remembered Ling Hao's kindness towards Gongzi Mingyue: smiling at him, taking him to see all sorts of interesting things, and saying she would protect him.
He and Gongzi Mingyue were clearly the same person, so why were they so different? Gongzi Yu didn't even consider that; in Ling Hao's eyes, he and Gongzi Mingyue were two different people. He was only concerned about the difference in how she perceived them, and his heart felt like it was being gnawed away by something.
Ling Hao saw a group of people gathered ahead and, out of curiosity, went to take a look. Kneeling in the crowd was a man—no, it should be said, a boy, who looked to be no more than ten years old. He was dressed well, but looked disheveled.
"The notorious thief Xiao Shiyi Lang stole my family's heirloom last night, causing my grandfather great distress, and he passed away this morning. I am willing to give up all my family's wealth, just asking for a righteous hero to help me kill Xiao Shiyi Lang!" The boy's voice was shrill, like a vengeful ghost that wanted to devour human flesh.
Last night? Ling Hao's heart skipped a beat.
A note from the author:
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Young Master Yu was annoyed at being ignored.
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