Chapter 185: Elder Martial Brother
She was bald! She was truly bald!
Qiao Wan's forehead was smooth and shiny, with no hair at all. This vividly illustrated what it meant to feel icy cold and excited at the same time.
Even though she was a body cultivator, Qiao Wan still loved the fluttering pink butterfly bow. She had a forever young heart. But now, she felt frozen and began to cry.
She didn't want to be bald, crying out "qaq"! How could she happily wear the new butterfly hairpin from Linglang Pavilion?
Suddenly, Jun Caiwei spoke, pointing behind Qiao Wan, saying, "That, Brother Niu."
Qiao Wan was confused.
Jun Caiwei covered his eyes with his fan and said, "Step back two steps. Your shiny head is blinding me."
Qiao Wan responded with a "Q口Q" expression.
As a result, Qiao Wan cried even harder.
With her shiny bald head, Qiao Wan cried out "qaq."
She had never heard of anyone getting bald after transcending, and she sobbed, "Can I return this elixir?"
At the same time, Mu Xiaoxiao sat down and looked at Feng Wangyan's unconscious face on the ground, feeling a mix of emotions.
Little phoenix...
But unfortunately, just as Qiao Wan heard Feng Wangyan's words, her face turned red under the gaze of the other Kunshan disciples. She couldn't ignore it.
She hurriedly walked forward and carefully helped the man up from the ground.
The little phoenix had saved her life.
Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes seemed a little sad.
If it weren't for meeting Feng Wangyan in the Broken Bone Deep Abyss, she might have died there. So even though it was embarrassing, she had to go and help Feng Wangyan up.
Qiao Wan was dressed in a pink gown, with a shiny bald head, and stood at the entrance of the cave with a melancholy expression.
Xiao Boyang, who had hurriedly rushed over, was startled and dropped the bowl in his hand.
Oh my goodness!
...
Inside the cave.
Qiao Wan sat expressionless on the bed, not bothering to ask Nan Zihan how he had turned into Gan Nan.
There were three big men in front of her, earnestly touching the girl's smooth head.
"Sister Wan'er, look at this bald head..." Gan Nan, who felt suspicious inside, hesitated as he persuaded, "Actually, this bald head is quite cute, isn't it?"
In response to Qiao Wan's early hair loss, Gan Nan, Jun Caiwei, Xiao Boyang, and the others had an impromptu meeting.
Jun Caiwei agreed, saying, "That's right, Brother Niu, just look at the bright side. Even though your hair has retired early on your head, as long as you have hair in your heart, it will be everywhere."
"Hair..." The man closed his eyes devoutly, sighed, and said, "It exists within you."
Xiao Boyang reached out and touched it. The sensation was quite good. He touched it again.
Compared to these unreliable two, young master of the Xiao family retrieved his hand and made the most reliable suggestion, "How about wearing a wig for now?"
True to his name as the young master of the Xiao family, the next day he brought a shiny, dark wig and placed it on Qiao Wan's head!
Not bad, aside from being a little crooked, it fits quite well.
So, in the following days, Qiao Wan went out wearing a wig.
The first place she needed to go was the White Tower because even though she didn't have hair anymore, she still had to defeat the Red Fire Golden Fetus!
After hurrying to Azure Sky Island, Qiao Wan circled around the White Tower.
Since she had once betrayed her martial arts sect, her tower climbing progress was reset to zero. In order to obtain the Red Fire Golden Fetus, she had to start from the first floor and fight her way up to the 220th floor.
After a quick calculation, Qiao Wan grabbed her sword and determinedly charged towards the White Tower. She transformed her sorrow and anger into strength, beginning her journey of climbing the tower.
Standing on the platform of the first floor, Qiao Wan swung her sword fiercely, saying, "Come on!"
Yes, she was bald!
But she was even stronger!
Driven by her sorrow and anger, Qiao Wan huffed and puffed her way up to the 50th floor in the afternoon. While the first 50 floors were mostly occupied by outer sect disciples, from the 50th floor onwards, it belonged to the inner sect disciples.
Looking at the girl standing on the arena, flames of anger burning behind her, Qiao Wan was a force to be reckoned with. She could take on anyone and defeat them, no matter who they were.
The junior disciples sitting on the ground for a rest were amazed. "Wow!"
After all, not many inner disciples had come to challenge the first fifty levels.
"Isn't that Qiao Wan?!" someone exclaimed.
Yes, she was the one who had emerged from the Mudstone Secret Realm, despite losing both her arms, and quickly became the idol of the outer disciples, thanks to her cultivation during the Foundation Building stage.
A muscular disciple stretched his arms and nudged the handsome young man next to him. "Hey, isn't that your sweetheart, Huo Baixing?"
Huo Baixing, wearing the coarse outer disciple robe, had just finished a fight and had a faint layer of sweat on his nose and forehead. His cheeks turned slightly red when he heard the comment.
Huo Baixing couldn't help but lift his head to glance at the girl on the arena.
She was like a pink whirlwind, leaving a trail of devastation wherever she went, unstoppable by anyone.
Putting her sword into the ground, the girl grinned and asked, "Who's next?"
The strong disciple touched his chin and said, "If I remember correctly, the next level, the sixtieth floor, is where you will be challenging."
The young man's face became even redder and he replied, "Yes."
As the host of the sixtieth floor, Huo Baixing, who was undoubtedly a pride among the outer disciple, managed to secure a position beyond the fiftieth floor. After all, the outer disciples were all of inferior talent, and Huo Baixing was no exception. Although he was born into a small clan, his mother was a mortal who became a concubine of the Huo family's patriarch. Huo Baixing, who was born from this union, had talent inferior to that of children born from the union of cultivators. In other words, he was considered a "half-blood."
Before the age of fifteen, Huo Baixing was unable to sense spiritual energy. It wasn't until he turned twenty that he was finally able to cultivate, narrowly avoiding becoming a "dud" in the eyes of the Huo family. At the age of twenty-one, he joined the Kunlun Sect and after eight years, he finally reached the sixtieth floor.
During this time, Qiao Wan, who had escaped from the Mudstone Secret Realm with her ordinary talent, became Huo Baixing's pillar of support.
The young man took a deep breath, blushing, and pulled out a rusty iron sword.
"I, Huo Baixing, have come to accept the challenge," he said.
Qiao Wan looked up at the young man in plain clothes, admiring his shiny black hair.
Driven by jealousy, Qiao Wan viciously drew her sword and said, "Come!"
With the cultivation of a Golden Core stage, facing someone who had just established their foundation, the result was predictable. The young man was beaten up without any suspense, lying on the arena like a dead fish.
Taking a deep breath of the earthy and bloody air, Huo Baixing looked up at the sky with a bewildered expression.
It still wasn't enough.
Qiao Wan sheathed her sword and gracefully hopped down from the arena.
Huo Baixing suddenly snapped back to reality and said, "Martial Sister Qiao..."
Wait!
The girl had already walked far away.
The young man's eyes dimmed slightly.
Unaware that she had broken a young boy's heart, Qiao Wan continued to climb up, panting heavily.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of Kunshan.
The gate disciple looked at the man in front of him with delight.
"Elder Martial Brother! You're back!"
The man was very thin and not very handsome. He wore a plain fox fur coat and nodded without much expression.
"Martial Sister Qiao is back, where is she?"
This is a statement of certainty.
Oh, it's Qiao Wan.
The gatekeeper disciple thought for a moment, pointed his finger and said, "It seems like Martial Sister Qiao is climbing the tower at the White Pagoda. Do you want to go, Elder Martial Brother?"
On the sixty-sixth level,
This time, there was a muscular man standing on the other side. He smirked and said, "Come."
Throw Your Thunder! Change!
The muscular man suddenly collapsed.
Withdrawing her hand, Qiao Wan looked up at the blue sky.
On the two hundred and twentieth level, almost there!
At that moment, a figure unexpectedly jumped onto the arena and stood in front of them.
The man had deep and mysterious eyes, a straight nose, and a sickly face. His eyes were bruised and dark, and he stood there with a cold expression, his sleeves hanging down.
Qiao Wan looked closely and immediately became happy, saying, "Elder Martial Brother!"
It was Elder Martial Brother!
However, from Lu Pihan's expression, it was clear that he was not very pleased.
As Qiao Wan thought about her hasty decision to go down the mountain, she suddenly realized her mistake. She felt a chill at the back of her head, and her previous anger and confidence disappeared completely.
Lu Pihan looked calmly at the devastated white towers that were clearly ravaged. He also noticed the subtle changes in the young girl's energy and aura.
Golden pill.
Qiao Wan has reached the pill formation stage.
In the suffocating stillness, Lu Pihan's eyelashes flickered slightly, and a faint smile appeared in his deep eyes.
"Oh? So you finally decided to come back?" he said.
The cold and aloof atmosphere vanished instantly.
As soon as Qiao Wan opened her mouth, her eyes filled with tears.
"E-Elder Martial Brother..." Qiao Wan sniffled, stuttering, "I... I missed you so much."
After all, Qiao Wan had been raised by Elder Martial Brother, so she had some understanding of Lu Pihan's personality. Elder Martial Brother may seem cold on the outside, but deep down, he actually enjoys smiling. However, due to his illness and the pain he endures, his face rarely shows any signs of happiness. Combined with his aloof personality, he smiles even less.
Lu Pihan looked at Qiao Wan, taking in her appearance.
She was wearing a short pink dress, with her face covered in dirt, mixed with blood.
She was far from the elegant lady he had hoped to educate before.
"Let's go," he said.
After finishing his laughter.coughed twice, suppressing his smile. He turned around first and said, "Let's go back."
Qiao Wan hurriedly followed.
To his surprise, the strong man who had fainted on the stage was not unconscious at all!
He opened his swollen eyelids and vaguely saw two figures.
Calling for reinforcements?!
The strong man immediately became furious. With his last bit of strength, he let out a roar and unleashed his final attack.
"Wind Blade!!"
A gust of wind, like a hurricane with sharp blades, swept through.
Qiao Wan widened her eyes and jumped three feet in the air, pressing down on the wig on her head.
She! Her wig!!!
Huo Baixing, who was still watching from below the platform, exclaimed in a hurry, "Taoist Friend Qiao!"
Unfortunately, he was too slow and a strong gust of wind lifted the wig, carrying it gently through the air towards an unknown destination.
It revealed a shiny, bald head.
As mentioned before, Elder Martial Brother had always wanted to groom her into a talented lady in various arts and a dignified and graceful woman.
Lu Pihan paused in his steps, staring at the shiny bald head in front of him, and both he and Huo Baixing below the platform fell silent.
"What's going on?" His voice was chilling.
Huo Baixing: ...It seems like he's going through a breakup.
