Chapter Sixty-Eight: Unrepentant
An Xiaolian looked at her portrait, tears streaming down her face. With a bitter smile, she murmured, "He has me in his heart! He still has me in his heart!"
Seeing this, Qin Hongrong laughed and said, "Sister Lian, don't be silly! Look at these portraits, forty or fifty of them, and you're just one of them! At least I was hung up, but what about you? You've been thrown on the ground! He's a shameless scoundrel, wake up!" Qin Hongrong grabbed her arm and shouted.
Guan Tong wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "Yes! You're just one of them, and who knows how many others might not even have a portrait!"
Hearing what the two said, An Xiaolian wiped away her tears and put the painting away.
Guan Tong declared boldly, "You all get out first, let me burn this place down!"
Upon hearing this, An Xiaolian hurriedly said, "No! Don't burn it, Sister Guan, I beg you!" As she spoke, she grabbed Guan Tong's arm and pleaded bitterly.
Enraged, Guan Tong shoved An Xiaolian aside and shouted, "Get out of my way, I'm going to burn this!"
An Xiaolian stepped forward again, grabbed her and wouldn't let go. Guan Tong was furious and was about to draw her knife.
Qin Hongrong hurriedly stepped forward and advised, "Sister Guan, let's just leave these portraits. Perhaps one day, other women will find this place, and we can let them know what kind of beast this is."
Upon hearing this, Guan Tong snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the inner room, with Qin Hongrong following her out.
Seeing this, Xue Qingrou said softly, "Sister Lian, let's go too!"
The four then mounted their horses and headed towards Shanshui City.
The group of Xiaoyao Lang walked into a forest. Murong Hanchan heard a sound and sensed that someone was coming from afar, walking on the trees. Moreover, the person's martial arts were not weak. She immediately felt a surge of energy throughout her body and became vigilant.
In the blink of an eye, Yu Linglong inside the carriage also sensed something, but thinking that Murong Hanchan would surely notice as well, she remained silent.
A moment later, a man in black flew swiftly, landing on the carriage from the tree. He then used two fingers to strike Murong Hanchan on the horse, seemingly aiming a blow from a distance. He then leaped close to her.
Upon hearing the aura of the person approaching, Yu Linglong immediately sensed their profound inner strength and exclaimed, "Han Chan, be careful!"
Murong Hanchan had already protected her entire body with her internal energy, and the black-clad man's two-finger energy was also blocked. Just as the black-clad man got close and was about to grab her waist, she quickly made a move to subdue him.
Upon hearing Yu Linglong's words, everyone glanced over and saw that the two had already started fighting, so they stopped their horses to watch.
After exchanging a few blows, the two flew to the side. Seeing Murong Hanchan's formidable martial arts skills, the man in black tried to escape. However, Murong Hanchan showed no mercy with her palm strikes, her powerful and swift attacks relentlessly entangling him.
Seeing this, Yu Linglong was somewhat worried about Murong Hanchan, so she got off the carriage. Xiaoyao Lang wanted to intervene, but facing such a master, he knew that he would only cause trouble if he went.
Looking at the battle, Xiaoyao Lang said worriedly, "Linglong, you must be prepared at all times. If anything happens to Chan'er, I will not forgive you!"
Hearing this, Yu Linglong felt a warmth in her heart, even though the words were unpleasant to hear. This showed that he truly considered her his wife. She then softly replied, "Rest assured, Yu Lang, when the time comes, I will not hesitate!"
After a moment, the man in black began to feel the pressure, so he forcefully channeled his inner energy and launched a fierce attack. He was agile and swift, and as long as he created distance, he could strike out with both hands from a distance.
Murong Hanchan was somewhat puzzled by this move, but dared not be distracted. She moved with lightning speed, attacking from above and below, dodging left and right. The black-clad man's flick of his finger was powerful and incredibly fast; Murong Hanchan couldn't deflect it. She tried to block it but felt the force of the impact, and when she dodged, she was struck by a tree, sending bark flying and creating a crater on the ground. She resolved not to create distance between herself and the black-clad man, and immediately launched a powerful attack, engaging him in close combat once more.
After exchanging dozens of blows, Murong Hanchan and Yu Linglong realized the newcomer's identity. Murong Hanchan, thinking of such a hypocrite, frowned, forcefully channeling her inner energy, and unleashed a powerful and domineering burst of power from her palms.
Upon seeing this, the man in black immediately channeled his inner energy, unleashing a powerful burst of energy with both palms. The two energies collided, and both were forced back several steps, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.
Xiaoyao Lang hastily unleashed his sword skills, attacking the man in black. Seeing this, the man in black swiftly moved, simultaneously charging towards Xiaoyao Lang. Xiaoyao Lang swung his sword, but the man in black ignored him, quickly intercepting the blade and striking Xiaoyao Lang back with a palm strike. He then rushed towards Yu Linglong.
Murong Hanchan immediately stepped forward to protect Xiaoyao Lang, and whispered, "Brother Xiaoyao, are you alright?"
Xiaoyao Lang touched his chest and said, "I'm fine, but you have blood coming from the corner of your mouth. Are you alright?" He wiped away the bloodstains as he spoke.
Yu Linglong had already gathered her inner energy. Seeing Xiaoyao Lang injured, she was about to make a move when the man in black unexpectedly delivered himself to her. She suddenly raised her right hand and struck out with a powerful palm. The man in black reacted in time to be hit and was sent flying several feet away, kneeling on one knee and spitting blood.
At this moment, Xue Qingrou and her companions arrived and immediately began to observe the situation.
Yu Linglong immediately leaped up, gathering her strength in mid-air. It was the Xuanhuang Qi Extinction, and an unparalleled burst of energy followed her as she hung upside down.
The man in black was shocked to see this and hurriedly gathered all his inner energy to resist. As the two forces clashed, the man in black's feet sank a foot into the ground, his mask was destroyed, and his hair fell loose, revealing him to be Liu Changjun.
Everyone present was immediately surprised, and Xiaoyao Langyan exclaimed, "It's actually him?"
Guan Tong shouted, "Liu Changjun! This shameless scoundrel!" Just as he was about to draw his sword, he saw Liu Changjun unable to withstand the powerful force, spitting out blood, his face aging, and his hair turning white.
Upon seeing this, Yu Linglong quickly withdrew her energy and descended from the air, still harboring a deep reluctance to kill.
When Liu Changjun saw his hair change color, he knew his face had changed. He grabbed his hair and touched his face, shouting, "Ah...ah...don't look at me, don't look at me...ah..."
Those present were even more shocked and filled with doubt upon seeing this.
At this moment, An Xiaolian stepped forward and hugged Liu Changjun, saying, "Changjun! You're alright! You're alright! No matter what you become, I'll be with you!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Changjun seemed to come to his senses, ceasing his frantic shouting. He instinctively drew An Xiaolian's knife, but poor An Xiaolian hadn't even had time to react. In a swift motion, the sword had already slashed across her neck. The crowd rushed forward, and Liu Changjun seized the opportunity to leap away.
Xue Qingrou hurriedly pulled up her clothes and covered An Xiaolian's neck.
Qin Hongrong cursed, "That beast! I'll kill him!"
An Xiaolian grabbed Xue Qingrou's hand, opened her mouth and blood flowed freely, but she couldn't speak. With tears in her eyes, she slowly reached into her bosom and took out the portrait. She glanced at it, then closed her eyes and let go, tears streaming down her face.
Xue Qingrou's clothes were already soaked with tears. She held An Xiaolian, overwhelmed with grief, and cried out sadly, "Sister Lian! Sister Lian!..."
Everyone had tears in their eyes. Xiaoyao Lang stepped forward, took the portrait, and examined it. It was a picture of An Xiaolian in her youth, beautiful as a flower. Xiaoyao remained silent for a long time, then said sternly through his tears, "One day, I, Xiaoyao Lang, will kill him." After saying this, he handed the portrait to Xue Qingrou, indicating that she should put it in An Xiaolian's arms.
Xue Qingrou, with tears in her eyes, looked at Xiaoyao Lang, who was on the verge of crying, and felt a surge of admiration for him.
Xiaoyao Lang looked at Xue Qingrou and said, "Forget about that person. Don't dwell on the past. Find someone who loves you, and life will still have its bright spots." After saying that, he turned and left.
Xue Qingrou and the other two listened with their own thoughts, while Murong Hanchan and Yu Linglong felt a mixture of sorrow and joy.
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