Chapter Ten: Xiao Sheng Mu Xue
Murong Hanchan asked in surprise, "How did you know I was a woman?" Murong Hanchan thought to herself, "I've disguised myself perfectly! Even my voice was suppressed with internal energy. How could she have seen through me?"
Yi Qingxue smiled and replied, "Actually, when I first met you, I didn't suspect anything. It wasn't until you said that you were proposing marriage to me on behalf of Brother Xiaoyao that I became suspicious for the first time. The way you looked at me was not like a man's. Men look at the body, women look at the eyes, that's the second. The fragrance you exude is a woman's fragrance, that's the third!"
Murong Hanchan asked again, "Why would you suspect me when I proposed marriage on behalf of Xiaoyao Lang?"
"Because Brother Xiaoyao and I are as close as siblings, if either of us harbors feelings of love, it would clearly not align with our current stance," Yi Qingxue replied succinctly.
Murong Hanchan muttered, "No wonder that idiot praised you for being so clever. Now it seems you truly are beautiful inside and out!"
Yi Qingxue: "Miss Murong is too kind! It is Brother Xiaoyao's good fortune to have won your favor!"
Murong Hanchan blushed slightly: "Who would favor that idiot! Don't make wild guesses!"
Yi Qingxue, with her big, round eyes wide open, said, "A young woman's thoughts can't be hidden from each other!"
At this moment, Yi Mingjian arrived. He saw Murong Changfeng and Yi Qingxue getting too close, which made him furious. Seeing that several guards had been acupunctured, he was even more enraged and shouted, "Murong Changfeng! What have you done? This is my Yi family's place!"
Having finished speaking, he drew his sword and swung it at Murong Hanchan. Yi Qingxue wanted to explain the reason, but Murong Hanchan gestured for her to stop. Murong Hanchan then sidestepped, sending an arrow flying, leaping over Yi Mingjian's head. Yi Mingjian quickly turned around and swung his sword again, deflecting Murong Hanchan's attack. Yi Mingjian's sweeping, slashing, and thrusting attacks were all dodged by Murong Hanchan's graceful movements.
To her, Yi Mingjian's skill was only at the entry level of the Foundation Establishment stage. Against her Transcendent Realm cultivation, it posed no threat whatsoever. In other words, with her own Qi protecting her, she could let him slash at her without him being able to hurt her in the slightest. She was just afraid of scaring him!
Yi Mingjian practiced her swordsmanship for a while, then countered. She intercepted the sword with two fingers, and Yi Mingjian couldn't budge it an inch. Then, with a forceful twist, she spun her two fingers, waved her cloak, and Yi Mingjian, sword and all, fell into the flower bushes.
Murong Hanchan: "Young Master Yi, you seem to be in a bad mood right now. How about I use this 'Red Dust Tribulation' to cheer you up?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she teleported back into the pavilion, sat down, and was about to play the zither. Yi Qingxue was quite impressed by her demeanor as she moved back and forth. How could this posture, momentum, and personality be that of a girl? She even began to wonder if she had made a mistake in her initial assessment.
Yi Mingjian had not expected that Murong Changfeng's martial arts skills were so high, but in his anger, he could not calm down and was unwilling to be outdone, so he drew his sword and rushed into the pavilion again.
Murong Hanchan remained calm and composed, channeling her inner energy into the string. With a casual pluck, a subtle, resonant sound emanated from the string, striking the incoming Yi Mingjian. The sound was powerful and resonant, shaking the very soul; the sound waves were as sharp and deadly as a blade. Yi Qingxue, standing to the side, could hardly bear the sound and hurriedly covered her ears.
Yi Yunke and Yi Mingzhao in the living room, and Zui Mochou and Yin Xiaosheng in the side room, heard the deafening sound of the zither and hurriedly went out to find the source of the sound to investigate.
Yi Qingxue's "Red Dust Tribulation" is a sorrowful and tender melody. Murong Hanchan's version, though seemingly cheerful, is actually a piece filled with grief and anger, as if someone is forcing a smile but cannot hide the heartbreak and pain in their heart.
When the group arrived, Yi Mingjian's clothes were flying everywhere, as if slashed by swords, yet there wasn't a single trace of blood or wound. Upon seeing them, Murong Hanchan stood up, placed her left foot on the stone table, and rested her zither on her lap. She intensified her inner strength, and with a powerful strike, she pierced the longsword in Yi Mingjian's hand, snapping it in two.
Seeing this, Yi Yunke unleashed his inner energy, striking Murong Hanchan with both palms with tremendous force. Murong Hanchan, worried about injuring Yi Qingxue, quickly raised her zither with her left hand, instantly channeling her inner energy into her right palm to forcefully meet Yi Yunke's palm strike.
In the blink of an eye, the two powerful energies collided. Yi Yunke was ultimately no match for him and took three steps back. Murong Hanchan, on the other hand, remained unmoved, a slight smile on her face.
Just as the atmosphere was tense, a voice rang out from behind everyone: "Sister Qingxue! Sister Qingxue!..." Everyone turned around to look. Murong Hanchan heard that Xiaoyao Lang was about to arrive. She turned around abruptly, kissed Yi Qingxue on the right cheek, and leaped away.
Yi Qingxue touched her kissed cheek with her right hand, her face instantly turning pink like a peach, blushing and unable to calm down for a long time.
When Xiaoyao Lang arrived, he saw Zui Mochou and Yin Xiaosheng together and couldn't help but feel puzzled. He raised his voice and said, "You're both here. Where's Chan'er?"
At this moment, Yin Xiaosheng said, "Yes, it's in the pavilion..."
Everyone turned to look at the pavilion again, only Yi Qingxue remained; Murong Hanchan was nowhere to be seen.
Yin Xiaosheng looked bewildered and exclaimed, "Hey! Where's Junior Sister?!"
Yi Qingxue: "Brother Xiaoyao! Miss Murong has just left!"
Upon hearing this, Yi Yunke looked puzzled and asked, "Miss Murong!? Qingxue, what exactly is going on?!"
Yi Qingxue replied softly, "Father, please don't be impatient! Let me tell you slowly... that's how it is!"
Yi Qingxue explained the situation, and Yin Xiaosheng hurriedly stepped forward, saying, "My junior sister is naturally mischievous and playful, but she is kind-hearted and has no intention of harming anyone. I, Yin Xiaosheng, apologize on behalf of my junior sister to City Lord Yi, the two young masters, and Miss Yi. I hope City Lord Yi will forgive her." He then bowed with his sword.
Yi Qingxue said, "Father! Miss Murong and I are already good friends. Please don't make things difficult for them!" After saying that, she smiled slightly at Yin Xiaosheng.
Upon hearing this, Yi Yunke laughed and said, "Very well. This Miss Murong is truly extraordinary! Clever and unconventional, she doesn't stand on ceremony. At such a young age, her cultivation is already so profound, I can't help but admire her!" With that, he turned and left.
Yi Mingjian glanced at Yin Xiaosheng, snorted coldly, and left angrily, his clothes covered in sword and knife wounds.
Yin Xiaosheng bowed to Yi Mingjian again. Yi Qingxue looked at him and smiled, "Young Master Yin, please don't worry. My father said he wouldn't make things difficult for you, so he won't hold it against you. You are guests of the Yi family."
Yin Xiaosheng said gratefully, "Thank you very much, Miss Yi!" He then gave her a deep look.
Yi Mingzhao: "Little sister! You just said that the piece 'Red Dust Tribulation' was played by Young Master Murong—oh no! Miss Murong?!" Yi Mingzhao was very excited, her eyes wide as she asked Yi Qingxue.
Yi Qingxue nodded and said, "Yes! It was Miss Murong who played it!"
Yi Mingzhao then asked, "Will Miss Murong come back? I really want to see her again!" His words were full of hidden meaning.
The others were puzzled, and Xiaoyao Lang became even more hostile: "Brother Yi, why do you want to see Miss Murong so much? Is there something you need?" Xiaoyao Lang asked, leaning against him.
Yi Mingzhao: "Sigh! You wouldn't understand even if I told you!" After saying that, he walked away dejectedly.
Xiaoyao Lang: "Hey! What do you mean I don't understand?! Don't go...!"
Yi Qingxue laughed and said, "Brother Xiaoyao, what have you been doing these days? You haven't come to see me in a long time. Have you met some pretty girls and forgotten about your little sister?"
When Xiaoyao Lang was caught off guard, he felt a pang of guilt and chuckled foolishly, saying, "Sister Qingxue! Actually, I came here to tell you that I really met a very, very beautiful girl! And I... I really like her!"
Yi Qingxue: "That girl's surname is Murong, isn't it?"
Xiaoyao Lang looked surprised: "Sister Qingxue! How did you know?!"
Yi Qingxue covered her mouth and laughed, "What else could you possibly hide from me? As for what happened after you fainted, just ask your two friends. I'm feeling a bit tired, so I'll go rest now. Please!" She then gave Yin Xiaosheng a slight bow.
Yin Xiaosheng returned the greeting, saying, "Miss Yi, please take care!"
Yi Qingxue smiled gently at him, a smile that momentarily captivated Yin Xiaosheng, stirring his heart.
Seeing Yi Qingxue leave, Xiaoyao Lang asked angrily, "Old man, why am I here after I woke up? And why is my face covered with a black cloth?!"
Zui Mochou was bewildered by his question and didn't know how to answer it.
Xiaoyao Lang shouted again, "Oh! No, I remember, I fought with two people, then I froze them both, and then...and then..."
Hearing this, Zui Mochou shook her head and said, "You'll be here after that! Don't think about it anymore! Are you hungry? Let me tell you, there's plenty of delicious food in the kitchen over there. Are you hungry? If you are, let's go!" She gestured with her eyes.
Xiaoyao Lang: "Oh dear! Now that you mention it, I'm really hungry! Let's go!" With that, the two of them ran towards the kitchen.
The two ignored Yin Xiaosheng, who hurriedly called out, "Hey!..." He thought to himself, "Why didn't you call me? Don't I look like someone who likes to eat?"
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