Login with GoogleChapter 163: Returning to Kunshan (Part Four)
How dare this ignorant female cultivator compare herself to Xiaoxiao and get in the way here!
Anger filled Song Qiyuan's heart.
Hat hat hat hat!
Her hat!
Qiao Wan watched as the hat flew into the air. Her heart raced as she reached out quickly and put it on her head. Through the thin fabric, she clearly saw the young man's shocked gaze.
How... How can there be two Miss Mu?!
Isn't Miss Mu still over there?
Then who is this now? Did he see wrong?
Song Qiyuan: "You..."
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a loud crash on his head, followed by intense pain. In the last moment of consciousness, he caught a glimpse of the gentle "Miss Mu" who calmly picked up a fruit plate nearby, with no expression on her face.
Qiao Wan viciously put down the plate, her eyes shining with determination. She grabbed a slice of watermelon and ran away from the table!
She couldn't stay here anymore! The situation was urgent! Run!
But before she could even take a few steps, she ran into three or four servants from the Song family.
She glanced and saw Song Qiyuan lying on the ground, his face covered in blood. Her face paled.
"Young master!"
"Stop!"
"Don't run! Bring it down for me!"
Clang-
More than ten sharp swords blocked the way, firmly trapping Qiao Wan in the sword formation.
Just then, over ten scattered cultivators around finally reacted, seeing their companion being blocked, one of them slammed the table and exclaimed, "Hey, missy!"
These wanderers from all over valued the principle of righteousness. They had just witnessed Song Qiyuan unsheathing his sword. Without saying anything else, it was clear that Qiao Wan was discreetly connected to them. If the Song family dared to disrespect her, it meant they were looking down on their entire group. This disrespectful act would not be tolerated.
Moreover, in these past few days, these outlaws had suffered some hidden losses all because of the haughty behavior of this young master from the Song family. They had been holding their anger in their hearts and now they could no longer bear it. They all unsheathed their swords one after another.
"Master Song, would you please make a decision whether or not to invite us for a drink? Just give us a clear answer."
In the blink of an eye, what was originally a peaceful banquet at the Song family's residence became a chaotic mess.
In the midst of the noise, someone stood up abruptly and exclaimed, "Today! Who dares to leave?!!"
Zhou Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he casually picked up the scattered chopsticks on the table, exerting force with his wrist.
Peel, peel, peel—
Several chopsticks flew through the air, sweeping away both the Song family and the caravan, treating everyone equally.
Qiao Wan immediately grabbed the fruit plate on her left, and with a swift motion, she struck it with the back of her hand!
Thud—
The wooden chopsticks pierced deeply into the porcelain plate, the powerful impact causing Qiao Wan's arm to tremble.
The porcelain plate in her hand instantly shattered into pieces with a loud crash.
This female cultivator was actually able to catch his chopsticks.
Zhou Yan felt a sense of surprise.
Although she wore a veil, he could vaguely see through her slender figure that she was a young cultivator, roughly the same age as Xiaoxiao.
A thin silk cloth fluttered, revealing her fair chin.
But in the next second, the young girl skillfully pressed down on the silk cloth and joined the retreating group of scattered cultivators in battle.
As Zhou Yan watched the back of the female cultivator, his brow furrowed and he inexplicably didn't want her to leave. He picked up two or three scattered fruits and threw them again.
Oh no.
If he didn't make a quick getaway, he wouldn't be able to leave!
Qiao Wan gritted her teeth and also picked up the scattered porcelain shards and watermelon from the ground. With a strong grip, she threw the fruits back.
The fruits that were thrown back collided and burst in mid-air, with fruit flesh flying everywhere.
Zhou Yan's heart shook slightly. He waved his sleeve to protect his beloved disciple behind him from the splashing juice and couldn't help but exclaim, "Well done!"
This group of wandering cultivators made their living by taking lives. Their moves were messy and their cultivation was poor. He hadn't expected to find such a talented young man among these desperate individuals, and on top of that, she was a young girl.
As Zhou Yan thought about the soft and delicate girl behind him, he closed his eyes slightly.
The girl wearing a hood followed this group of wandering cultivators, and now she can even block his attack. Mu Xiaoxiao used to be timid and indecisive when faced with problems. Maybe he had spoiled her too much and that's why she became like this.
Although the girl behind him is his most beloved disciple, he initially took in Mu Xiaoxiao because he saw her potential and hoped she could inherit the Yuqing Sword Technique and become a female sword immortal. Even though Zhou Yan hasn't appeared for a long time, he still has a strong desire for battle in his heart. When he encounters a talented junior like this, it's hard for him to not appreciate her.
At this moment, when comparing the two, it would be fake to say that he wasn't disappointed.
However, just now he didn't realize it, but now that they've exchanged blows, this girl feels even more familiar to him.
It's like... he has seen her somewhere before.
Zhou Yan suddenly opened his eyes, composed himself, and this time, he aimed the chopsticks in his hand at the thin silk in front of Qiao Wan!
Damn it!
Qiao Wan rushed back, narrowly avoiding the chopstick attack. To her surprise, Zhou Yan remained calm and even threw the last chopstick from his hand.
Little did she know, Zhou Yan had no intention of using that chopstick to knock off her hat.
In fact, it was two chopsticks!
The two chopsticks collided, creating a strong force that lifted the thin veil in front of her, finally revealing the true face beneath the girl's hat.
Oh no!
Qiao Wan's pupils contracted: she had fallen into a trap!
In that moment when the veil fluttered...
This is...
Zhou Yan was taken aback...
To others, it seemed rare for the Kunshan swordsman to stop abruptly, his face turning as white as snow.
It was Qiao Wan!!
It was her!
It's...
Zhou Yan completely lost his composure.
This is Wan'er.
The young girl had deep dark eyes, clear and calm. At first glance, there was no difference from when she stood on the execution platform in Kunshan. Her skin seemed a little darker, but her figure was more agile and swift. Only through her dark eyes could one see the fierceness of the martial world compared to her calm and polite demeanor before. Her eyes reflected the cold and vast wind of the northern region.
This is... Wan'er.
Wasn't she supposed to have fallen off Taixu Peak? She... didn't die?
How could Qiao Wan be here? In the Song residence?
Zhou Yan had originally come down the mountain to catch his beloved and willful disciple. Unexpectedly, he encountered this disciple who was supposed to be dead. His heart was greatly shaken.
Mu Xiaoxiao, who was tightly guarded behind Zhou Yan, instinctively let go of the man's clothes and widened her eyes, exclaiming, "Martial Sister Qiao Wan?!"
And then, Song Yuzhen and the others from the Song residence, the scattered repairers, and the remaining guests were all stunned.
What's going on with this development?! Is this woman cultivator really a disciple of Yuqing Spiritual Master?
But there seems to be a big difference between these two disciples... The one wearing a veil doesn't seem like someone raised by Yuqing Spiritual Master at all.
"Isn't this Wan'er?"
"Wan'er... younger martial sister? What does that mean?"
"Oh my!" A cry of surprise rang out. "Wan'er? Qiao Wan?!! Wan'er is Qiao Wan! That Qiao Wan?!"
"Which Qiao Wan?"
"That Qiao Wan! The one who is a disciple of Yuqing Spiritual Master and has offended the Xiao family and the demon realm."
So, the one who has been squatting with them and eating pancakes for the past ten days is this Qiao Wan?
The group of outlaws was completely confused by the revelation.
Isn't this Qiao Wan the empress of the demon realm? Eating pancakes with them?
Not far away, Song Qiyuan held his head in bloody hands and stood up unsteadily.
This... this troublesome female cultivator, why does she look exactly like Miss Mu?!
After parting ways at the execution platform, the girl's resolute figure stayed with him day and night, tormenting his heart. Now that they had met again, Zhou Yan's finger moved slightly and without hesitation, he removed the disguise on his face, revealing a handsome and stern face.
The man, his white hair flowing down to his shoulders, showed a mix of immense joy and sadness on his usually proud and cold face. He called out in a trembling voice, "Wan... Wan'er?"
The scars left by the Qi Sealing Nail couldn't heal. Despite enduring rigorous training, she still had round, light-colored scars all over her limbs and joints. Not to mention the countless injuries she had sustained from fighting with Jia Yin, battling with the demon realm, and clashing with Sun Tao College.
Once upon a time, Qiao Wan, even though she didn't receive the same treatment as Mu Xiaoxiao, still cared about her appearance. She wore a trendy updo with hair accessories and had a fancy fan hanging down. She even wore some flashy ornaments.
But now, the young girl simply tied her hair back, with minimal adornments. She wore a drab coarse cloth garment and followed alongside these wandering cultivators.
Zhou Yan glanced slightly in the corner of his eye.
These outlaws, who have been living a tough life, hiding and surviving, engaging in killing and looting. With her advanced cultivation, He didn't need to think much to know what kind of life Qiao Wan would lead after leaving the mountain.
Seeing the appearance of his disciple now, Zhou Yan clenched his fists in silence, feeling a slight pain in his heart, though he didn't want to admit it.
He is a sword immortal from Kunshan, not easily impressed by anything in this world. In the past few centuries, the only ones who truly touched his heart were Mu Xiaoxiao and Lu Pihan. As for Qiao Wan, he only saved her because of Mu Xiaoxiao, and has rarely paid attention to her all these years, afraid of being reminded of his past.
And now, Zhou Yan was astonished to find that the little disciple he never cared much about suddenly stepped out of the shadow and stood in front of him, pricking his eyes.
The young person wearing a cloak was actually her, which made him exclaim in joy. The successful young disciple was actually his own underling, Qiao Wan .
Zhou Yan closed his eyes slightly and felt a pang in his heart. He regretted his actions.
At the moment their gazes collided, he clearly saw Zhou Yan's expression change drastically.
Qiao Wan felt a wave of inexplicable emotions in her heart, lowered her head, and remained silent.
She decisively chose the most straightforward and aggressive approach!
Run!!
However, escaping from Zhou Yan in front of her was a difficult task.
Her steps were blocked by a flash of swordlight. Qiao Wan retaliated with a palm strike, but Zhou Yan skillfully defended against it.
Her strike was forceful and steady.
Zhou Yan unexpectedly took a step back, feeling a skip in his heart. He secretly admired and furrowed his brows, whispering lowly, "Wan'er..."
It felt as though there was a lump of hot iron in his throat. Zhou Yan closed his eyes slightly, feeling uncomfortable, and took hold of Qiao Wan's wrist.
"Come...Master is going back."
Return to Kunshan.
Return to Yuqing Peak!!
