Chapter 214 A Fateful Encounter
In no time at all, Xiaoyao Lang stripped Xing Batian naked, put the clothes on himself, and naturally emptied his pockets of all his money. After tidying himself up, he was barely satisfied. "Not bad!"
He immediately raised his hand and slammed it into the ground. With a loud "bang," stones flew and dirt flew everywhere, creating a seven-foot-deep crater. He kicked Xing Batian's corpse into the crater, saying, "Be a good person in your next life and do less immoral things!" With that, he waved his hand, and with a "whoosh," dust flew up, burying Xing Batian completely.
Yue Ruchu muttered beside him, "Master, I won't go to hell if I kill someone, will I?"
Xiaoyao Lang glared at her irritably, "He's the one going to hell now! What nonsense are you thinking? And in that situation just now, why weren't you on guard at all? If it were some expert sealing your acupoints, you wouldn't be able to undo it, and you would be the one who suffers."
"I understand," Yue Ruchu replied softly, her head bowed.
"Alright, lead the way, I think you've gone crazy from hunger!" Xiaoyao Lang said, trying to lighten the mood.
A moment later, the two arrived at a thatched hut. "Master, we've arrived, this is it."
Xiaoyao Lang glanced around; the dilapidated thatched hut was even smaller than his own in Longyang City. "You live in a place like this; it must be so hard for you."
Yue Ruchu said dismissively, "At least this thatched house can shelter us from the wind and rain. Before, my grandmother and I fled all the way because of the war. We slept on rocky cliffs and ate wild vegetables..." As she spoke, she began to sob softly again.
Thinking of how many lives were worse than death due to war, Xiaoyao Lang's expression turned somber. He sighed and said, "Alright, it's all in the past now. Don't dwell on your sorrows. Live well from now on!" Xiaoyao Lang raised his hand to wipe away her tears and gently comforted her.
"Someone's here!" Xiaoyao Lang whispered, his gaze fixed on the thatched hut.
Upon hearing someone's voice, Yue Ruchu wondered to herself: There's nothing here anymore, who would be doing something here?
Thinking it over, she hurried forward to investigate, with Xiaoyao Lang following behind, heading towards the door of the thatched hut. What came into view was a thin, white-haired old woman, bent over with her head down, moving her body somewhat flustered, her long, snow-white hair obscuring her face.
Yue Ruchu rushed in with concern, "Grandma, what do you need? I can help you!"
"I..." Qiu Xia hesitated, her appearance a mixture of human and ghost. Hearing Xiao Yaolang's voice, she got out of bed excitedly, but then froze in place, thinking: How can I recognize him now that I look like this?
Seeing that Qiuxia remained silent for a long time, Yue Ruchu helped her up and said, "Grandma, please sit on the bed first. Is there anything you need... ah~"
With a piercing scream, Yue Ruchu was so frightened by Qiu Xia's face that she took a few steps back and kept moving closer to Xiaoyao Lang, stammering timidly, "Master, her face is so scary!" Her face was full of fear.
"Shut up! A person's appearance is not something they can control. How can you be so rude?" Xiaoyao Lang rebuked her sharply, but knowing that she was being kind-hearted and had a pitiful look on her face, he gave her a glare and said nothing more.
He immediately stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "I hope the old man won't take offense, my disciple..." Xiaoyao Lang suddenly froze, his nose twitching as he inhaled deeply, sensing an extremely familiar scent. "You are... Qiuxia!" he exclaimed excitedly, his hands instinctively supporting Qiuxia's shoulders.
Yue Ruchu stared wide-eyed, frowning and scratching her head, full of confusion. Qiu Xia, on the other hand, was overjoyed: Even though I've aged and become so frail, he… he recognized me without even seeing my face! He really does care about me! But… but the more he does this, the more I mustn't let him be sad…
Having made up her mind, Qiuxia choked back tears and said, "Young master, you've mistaken me for someone else." As she spoke, she kept her head down, deliberately preventing Xiaoyao Lang from seeing her face.
Ling Xueyan had completely drained Qiu Xia's inner energy, leaving only a trace of essence to sustain her body. Hearing her hoarse voice and hearing her explanation, Xiao Yaolang couldn't help but doubt: Could it be that I was truly mistaken? But this scent… Qiu Xia, where are you now…?
As she pondered, she slowly released her grip and whispered, "I'm sorry, I was rude." With that, her mood instantly sombered, her gaze falling sadly to the corner of the bed, where Qiu Xia's precious sword came into clear view! Her spirits instantly lifted.
But Qiuxia still denied it, replying, "It's alright."
Xiaoyao Lang sneered, turned his head and locked his gaze on her. He circulated his inner energy in his left hand, and with a whoosh, the sword was in his grasp. "What is this? How long are you going to keep lying to me? Why won't you see me? Why?" Xiaoyao Lang demanded angrily.
Seeing this, Qiu Xia knew she couldn't hide it anymore, so she hardened her heart and said, "I just don't want to see you! Go away!"
"Clang!" Xiaoyao Lang slammed his sword to the ground, the scabbard halfway into the earth. He raised his hand to brush Qiuxia's snow-white hair away.
"No! Don't look at me...don't..." Qiu Xia hurriedly turned away. But her frail body was no longer alive; she trembled and swayed with the slightest movement, looking as if a gust of wind could blow her over.
Xiaoyao Lang felt a pang of heartache and without hesitation pulled her into his arms, restraining her frail body, and once again brushed aside her snow-white hair. A face etched with deep wrinkles was revealed, and Xiaoyao Lang's heart clenched with pain. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I've made you suffer!"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Xia burst into tears and finally couldn't hold back her sobs. "Whoosh... Waaah... Waaah..." Her emaciated body collapsed into Xiao Yao Lang's arms, and she used all her strength to hold him tighter and tighter.
Seeing this scene, Yue Ruchu was completely baffled. She didn't know what the relationship was between Qiuxia and Xiaoyao Lang. Qiuxia looked old, even though she was supposed to be a grandmother, so how could they be hugging and cuddling like this? A mix of emotions welled up inside her.
The body in his arms trembled uncontrollably. Xiaoyao Lang took a deep breath and lifted Qiuxia up, his peach blossom eyes gazing lovingly at the tearful woman before him. He raised his hand to wipe away Qiuxia's tears. "How did you end up like this? Tell me, what have you been through?"
The gentle, caring words made Qiu Xia unable to hold back her bitterness, "It was Ling Xueyan, she sucked away my inner energy."
"Ling Xueyan, it's her again." His affectionate eyes instantly turned cold, and he had already memorized Ling Xueyan's name.
"Yes, she practiced an evil art that specifically drains the inner energy of others for her own use. My senior sister and Xie Yunfeng have died at her hands," Qiu Xia said sadly.
"You've been wronged! I will definitely get justice for you someday," Xiaoyao Lang comforted him.
Qiu Xia immediately tensed up, "No, you absolutely mustn't go looking for her! Her cultivation has already reached the Saint level, and the martial arts she practices are incredibly strange, far more powerful than someone like Ouyang Longyuan. You are no match for her!" She was extremely agitated as she spoke, fearing that Xiaoyao Lang might put himself in danger.
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