Chapter 129: The View from the Building
Upon hearing Shangguan Qinghuan's words, Murong Hanchan suppressed his voice with his inner strength and replied, "I am determined to have this girl today. If you still have any lingering thoughts, then show me what you've got!" As he spoke, he slowly revealed his handsome face by holding a fan in his left hand.
The previously quiet atmosphere suddenly became lively, and everyone began to whisper among themselves, praising Murong Hanchan's face.
One woman exclaimed, "Wow! That young man is even more handsome than this one! I'm having such good luck with women today! I'll remember their every move and cherish it for the rest of my life."
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Shangguan Qinghuan took a closer look and immediately exclaimed angrily, "It's you, Murong Hanchan!"
Hearing Shangguan Qinghuan's shout, Murong Hanchan pouted and said angrily, "How can you still recognize me dressed like this?"
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Qinghuan said irritably, "We grew up together since we were little. Even if your face were covered in ash and paint, I would still recognize you!" As she spoke, she held the fan behind her back, pretending to be dashing.
Murong Hanchan's eyebrows twitched as she heard this, and she replied boldly, "It doesn't matter if you know me, the problem is I don't know you!" As she spoke, she swiftly descended, wielding both her palm and fan, and attacked Shangguan Qinghuan on the ground.
Seeing this, Shangguan Qinghuan waved her fan to shield herself, and said urgently, "Murong Hanchan, why are you still bothering me?"
Upon hearing this, Murong Hanchan continued her palm strikes and leg kicks, coldly declaring, "Only if you die can I achieve my goal!" As she spoke, her palm strikes became even more ferocious.
Upon hearing his fiancée speak to him in such a manner, Shangguan Qinghuan was filled with rage. Seizing the opportunity, he turned away and angrily declared, "Since that's the case, don't blame me for disregarding our familial bond!" As he spoke, he channeled all his inner energy, preparing to unleash his ultimate move.
Immediately, Shangguan Qinghuan stepped into a bow stance, simultaneously moving both palms. The surrounding energy flowed around him, transforming into powerful force, like a flood of water, unstoppable.
At this moment, the girl seeking a husband in the distance leaned forward slightly and murmured to herself, "This is the Heavenly Gate's move, the Three Pure Ones' Whirlpool."
Seeing this, Murong Hanchan dared not be careless. She then channeled her inner energy and used both hands simultaneously, gaining great strength in her hands.
As Murong Hanchan descended with her power, the two shouted in unison, "Three Pure Ones' Whirlpool!" and "Dual Extremes of Yin and Cold!"
Suddenly, the two attacks clashed, a powerful collision, and with a deafening boom, those spectators three zhang away, even those without internal energy, were swept away by the force! "Ouch..."
The two figures in the arena stood calmly, while Shangguan Qinghuan was ultimately no match for him, being pushed back more than three steps. She raised her voice and said, "Murong Hanchan, you're quite capable." After saying that, she turned and flew away.
Seeing this, Murong Hanchan curled her lips and snorted coldly, "Useless man."
After everyone stood up, Shangguan Qinghuan was nowhere to be seen, so they could only stare at Murong Hanchan.
Murong Hanchan hadn't had enough fun yet and was already feeling a bit frustrated. Now, seeing hundreds of eyes staring at her, she couldn't help but roar at the crowd, "What are you looking at! You're all done for. Go home and farm!" As she spoke, she swung her fan, sending a burst of energy straight at the four people in front of her.
"Ouch……"
The four men were then knocked to the ground, screaming in pain.
Everyone was puzzled by this, and then turned to look at Murong Hanchan.
Murong Hanchan roared coldly again, "Aren't you leaving? Do you want me to gouge your eyes out?!"
Upon hearing this and seeing Murong Hanchan's furious expression, the hundred-plus people vanished into the street in the blink of an eye. The four people who had been rolling on the ground, seeing that everyone had fled, disregarded their pain and hurriedly scrambled away into the street.
Seeing that everyone had left, Murong Hanchan turned to look at the girl seeking a husband. At that moment, the old man who had been banging the gong stepped forward with a smile, gave her a thumbs-up, and said, "Young master, you are truly capable! What an aura! Your demeanor exudes unparalleled grandeur!"
Upon hearing the praise, Murong Hanchan smiled sweetly and said, "Of course! Otherwise, how could I be worthy of your beautiful and charming daughter!" As she spoke, she walked towards the girl seeking a husband.
Upon hearing Murong Hanchan's words, the girl stood up and said, "Uncle Fu, you may leave now. My martial arts contest for marriage is over. This young master is outstanding and won in one battle. I have something to say to him."
Upon hearing this, the old man who was banging the gong immediately replied respectfully, "Yes, Miss," and then withdrew.
Seeing Uncle Fu leave, Murong Hanchan took a closer look at the person in front of her. He was like a lotus flower in autumn dew, his hands were untouched by dust, elegant yet charming, seemingly indifferent to affection.
The young woman, who was seeking a husband, raised her hand and said, "May I ask your name, sir?"
Murong Hanchan waved her fan, turned around, and replied in a low voice, "My surname is Murong, and my given name is Hanfeng!"
Upon hearing this, the girl seeking a husband smiled faintly and said, "What a noble surname, what a dashing given name!"
Murong Hanchan found the conversation quite amusing, so she turned around and asked, "Oh! May I ask what your name is, young lady?"
The young woman began by saying, "A name is but a mark in the mortal world, nothing to boast about."
As the two talked, Murong Hanchan sensed that the person in front of her was extraordinary, but she couldn't detect anything amiss.
Murong Hanchan thought to herself: Regardless of her words and actions, her voice is humble, her behavior is extraordinary, and her expression remains unchanged, as if she is a person who secretly possesses both literary and martial talents. However, I cannot sense any internal strength in her. Could it be that I am overthinking it?
Just as Murong Hanchan was wondering, the girl said again, "There is tea and refreshments prepared here. Young Master Murong, why don't you come inside and talk in detail?"
Upon hearing this, Murong Hanchan declared boldly, "That's even better! How can one know the beauty of a woman without entering her home!"
"Young Master Murong, please!" The young woman held a jade pen in her left hand and politely invited Murong Hanchan.
Murong Hanchan was equally elegant, closing her fan in a gesture of respect and saying, "Please!"
The young woman turned and led the way, with Murong Hanchan following closely behind. Everywhere they went was an elegant and beautiful place. Murong Hanchan looked around and saw plum, pine and cypress trees lining the railings, bamboo, chrysanthemums and orchids planted in front of the pavilions, the fragrance of udumbara flowers wafting in the air, and cherry blossoms in the gardens more beautiful than ever.
Murong Hanchan glanced at the garden and sighed, secretly admiring it. This garden was a hundred times better than her own backyard. She then praised it, saying, "The scenery within the building is enclosed, yet everywhere one forgets worldly dust. Such an elegant residence should belong to a noble family."
Upon hearing this, the girl replied calmly, "Wealth and honor are inseparable from fame and fortune; the yellow earth still buries rulers and ministers; exotic flowers and rare sights are the lust that Heaven bestows upon all people."
Murong Hanchan smiled and said, "I never expected you to view the world with such composure and ease. I am far behind you!"
The young woman immediately replied, "Young Master Murong is too kind! Your words and actions are generous, unrestrained, and natural; you truly understand the way of life."
After a quick glance, the two arrived at the garden. The grass on the ground was covered by layers of petals, a mixture of pink and white, making it impossible to distinguish between peaches and cherry blossoms. Under the cherry blossom tree, there was a table and two stools, set on natural, self-shaped stones, which looked quite valuable.
On the stone table, there is a pot and two cups. Judging from their lustrous and smooth appearance, they are made of natural jadeite.
Just as the two approached, a girl in a floral dress came with a tray containing some milk cakes and desserts. The girl placed the cakes down, tidied up her things, and then stepped aside, as if waiting for someone's instructions.
At this moment, the girl seeking a husband gestured with her jade pen and said gently, "Cai'er, if nothing's wrong, you may go and rest!"
Upon hearing this, Cai'er smiled and replied, "Yes, Cai'er will take her leave." She then also bowed to Murong Hanchan and took her leave.
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