Chapter 199: Night Rain
The man in the black robe sneered, "Taoist Friend Lu, the young hero, once outshone Xie Xingzhi at the Law Forum. He led the elites from the Three Schools to escape from the Ghost Market. We brothers, being of low cultivation, naturally dare not underestimate you, Taoist Friend, who came from afar. We must show you our sincerity."
And our sincerity means fighting back even more fiercely!
On the long street, the wind and rain were raging, but the scholar had a righteous spirit.
Lu Cixian acted quickly. He swiftly moved his rusty sword back and took a few steps backward. With a slight tilt of his head, he saw a long knife brush past his ear. Lu Cixian's face remained calm, and he calmly said, "Wearing a mask, I cannot see your so-called sincerity."
In the midst of this fierce battle, the person in the black robe seized a moment to reply, "Alright."
Then, the young hero jumped into the air and firmly grabbed hold of one of the umbrellas with plum blossom patterns. With the force of his qi, he spiraled upwards and steadily stepped on the surface of another umbrella.
The person in the black robe raised his hand and used his spiritual power to control the dozens of oil-paper umbrellas. In a split second, the oil-paper umbrellas in the sky closed with a series of quick sounds. The tips of the umbrellas turned into deadly weapons, piercing through the rain and coming towards them.
The young boy held up his plum blossom umbrella calmly. With the help of the wind, he gracefully moved and created sparkling water splashes.
In the bright flash of lightning, the swift water on the paved stone road gleamed, reflecting the dark and slightly shiny surface. The boy's figure drifted and his footsteps were mysterious and unpredictable. He moved, unarmed, skillfully weaving through more than ten umbrellas.
These umbrellas, black, white, blue, yellow, and red, flew and created a powerful wind that could break bones. They looked like beautiful flowers filled with a chilling aura.
The young boy held onto his wooden umbrella and swung his hand, releasing a powerful force of righteousness that filled the sky. This force shattered the darkness of the night, causing the umbrellas on the street to become adorned with falling petals, drifting slowly from above.
As the battle began, Xiao Sanlang and the other disciples from Kunshan quickly retreated several feet away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
Now, everyone couldn't help but look up at the umbrellas floating in the air. The young boy stood firmly in the wind, holding a yellow wooden umbrella in his hand.
But their only target was Lu Cixian, or more specifically, the sword in his hand. He didn't even spare a glance at these few individuals, giving them the chance to observe the battle.
More than ten people surrounded him, yet they couldn't defeat him?! It was said that Lu Cixian was a body cultivator, and now it seemed to be true.
Xiao Sanlang saw the blood dripping from his wound and felt his heart sink. He realized that even though he was surrounded by so many people, he did not manage to injure any of them. This showed how powerful Lu Cixian's martial arts skills were.
The other disciples from Kunshan were completely confused. After a moment of shock, they suddenly realized that they were fighting right outside the gates of Kunshan. They needed to get help from the hidden members of the Wenshi Hall!
"Is that Lu Cixian?" a female disciple asked, stumbling over her words.
"I don't know, but we need to find the Wenshi Hall first," another disciple replied, hastily searching for a jade slip.
Though they had never seen Lu Cixian before, they knew that he must have been set up. It was a disgrace to Kunshan that their guests were being attacked right outside the gates. They had to find the Wenshi Hall and protect the reputation of Kunshan!
The mastermind isn't you. Lu Cixian grabbed one of them by the wrist and pushed them out, calmly asking, "There must be someone behind you, who is it?"
The person in the black robe didn't answer, but sweat started to appear on their forehead.
This Lu Cixian was even more difficult to deal with than they and "that adult" imagined.
In Lu Cixian's mind, he couldn't say he was feeling relaxed. There were too many people. Although he looked confident, most of it was just a show. He could only evade and not counterattack. These people were after Wen Si Xing Zhu Sword, fearing that it would be broken in his hands. Naturally, they had reservations when attacking.
Now, he could only hope...
The young man looked up at the dark sky.
He could only hope for "her."
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"Some people are fighting on Dingjiu Street?"
Yuan Liu looked shocked at the jade scroll in his hand.
The undercover disciple asked, "Yuan Liu, are you going or not?"
Before Yuan Liu could answer, another deep, slightly amused, magnetic voice suddenly interrupted.
Yuan Liu turned his head and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He, a strong and tall man, felt a hint of cold sweat: "Master."
Ma Huaizhen sat in his wheelchair, lifting the corner of his lips into a smile: "Go, why wouldn't you go? Fighting at the entrance of Kunshan? That would be a disgrace to our Kunshan."
"And where is Qiao Wan? Let's bring her along."
According to what Lu Pihan had said earlier, Qiao Wan wasn't happy staying at Yuqing Peak, so it would be better to take this opportunity to transfer her out under the guise of official business.
The undercover disciple's heart trembled, quickly lowering his head to contact Qiao Wan and the other night patrol disciples.
After half a minute, the undercover disciple widened his eyes: "Master... Master... we can't contact Qiao Wan?"
The person in the black robe looked around suspiciously and spotted the Kunshan disciple who was frantically passing on a message. Their eyes suddenly became fierce, and they raised a tung oil umbrella, pointing it directly at the disciple's chest.
"Hand it over!" they demanded.
The younger martial sister from Kunshan, holding a jade scroll, widened her eyes and froze in confusion.
The tung oil umbrella moved incredibly fast. Just as the disciple from Kunshan was about to be struck, Xiao Sanlang instinctively stepped forward and blocked the attack with his sword, positioning himself in front of the girl.
Clang!! Xiao Sanlang's heart raced as he witnessed the scene in front of him.
The red-faced tung oil umbrella was mere inches away from his throat.
Meanwhile, Lu Cixian appeared out of nowhere and swiftly stepped on the umbrella, halting its forward movement.
The young man glanced sideways. "Let's go," he said. With a somersault, he flipped down from under the red umbrella and kicked the umbrella handle.
Xiao Sanlang heard two short and quick sounds, "bang" and "swish." In the midst of the swirling red umbrella, the umbrella opened up, breaking through the sound of the strong wind and rain. It swept away a few pursuers in black robes.
Xiao Sanlang was amazed, but he knew it was not the time to speak. Immediately, he protected the Kunshan girl behind him and took a few steps back.
The girl behind him exclaimed with surprise and curiosity, "Is that... Lu Cixian?!"
"L- Taoist Friend Lu, don't be afraid!" one of the Kunshan disciples shouted. "We have already informed Wenshi Hall!"
Lu Cixian glanced at the Kunshan disciple and felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
This matter involved Wenshi Hall. Not only would these people in front of him not let him go, but it seemed like both the Kunshan disciples and the Xiao family would be targeted too.
Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the atmosphere of the black-robed figures in front of them changed. The leader angrily shouted, "Stop them!"
Now nobody can run away. Lu Cixian turned around and glanced at Wang Ruyi and the group of Kunshan disciples.
The Kunshan disciples also sensed that something was wrong. Their faces changed and they instinctively looked at the young man, Lu Cixian.
The young man said with a serious tone, "Let's go."
Just as they left the ghost market, Wang Ruyi who didn't often encounter the "hardships of life" like "murder and treasure robbery" asked in a confused manner, "Where are we going?"
"We'll first break out." Lu Cixian's answer was clear and decisive. "We're going to the meeting with Wenshi Hall."
The person in the black robe said, "Stop him!"
As soon as the words fell, his subordinates immediately formed teams and bravely confronted Lu Cixian, Xiao Sanlang , and the others, firmly trapping them in a circle.
Lu Cixian remained calm.
Xiao Sanlang stayed silent and couldn't help but take another look at the young man in the pouring rain.
Following Xiao Huan for a long time, Xiao Sanlang knew that his young master was a hospitable and kind-hearted person. He had previously helped Xiao Huan to persuade some talented young people. Now, seeing Lu Cixian, Xiao Sanlang couldn't help but say, "Taoist Friend Lu, I am the attendant of Xiao Huan, the young master of the Xiao family. He is on Dingjiu Street. If you trust me, I can take you to find the young master for help."
Originally, Xiao Sanlang thought that Xiao Huan's reputation would have some influence. But he didn't expect that Lu Cixian's expression didn't change much. He just said, "You go ahead, I'll hold them off."
In just a few sentences, the encirclement was gradually closing in. Xiao Sanlang couldn't quite figure out what Lu Cixian was thinking. He neither agreed nor disagreed, but for now, they assumed he agreed. Without wasting any more time, they quickly led a group of disciples from Kunshan and Buping College, and ran out of the encirclement.
Even though I waited for two hours and didn't see my young master, I know where Xiao Huan is.
Xiao Huan can only be in one place, and that is the Gather Treasures Pavilion on Dingjiu Street. Miss Mu's birthday is coming soon, so my young master is most likely there picking a birthday gift for her.
The person in the black robe immediately commanded, "Chase them!" But suddenly, my sight blurred. When I focused again, I saw a young man holding an oiled paper umbrella, with a slight smile on his face. He said, "I am your opponent."
His smile was cold and deep, hiding any emotions.
For some reason, the person in the black robe felt a chill. But there was no time to think about it now. They had to act quickly and split their forces into two teams.
"Team two and team four, go after them."
"Team three and I will stay here to deal with Lu Cixian."
The man in the black robe stared intently at the young man in front of him. He couldn't believe that Hua Yanming, the leader of the four "Fire Umbrella Spirit" group, and Zhang Bingcan, the third member, couldn't defeat Lu Cixian standing before them!
Second floor of the Gather Treasures Pavilion.
The rain fell heavily in the night.
The shopkeeper in front, filled with fear, nervously watched the "esteemed guest" in front of him, his tongue going numb.
All the most valuable items in the Gather Treasures Pavilion were displayed here. It had been over two hours since they started choosing, and they needed a definite answer.
Since this "esteemed guest" entered, until now, it had been a full two hours of excitement and enthusiasm.
The young man before them had black hair and was adorned with golden accessories. He had an elegant and noble demeanor. No matter how you looked at him, he was someone you didn't want to offend.
After waiting for another stick of incense, and still not receiving a definite answer from the young man, the shopkeeper couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously asked, "Taoist friend, our best jewelry is all here. Take a look..."
Just as their words trailed off, a sudden deafening crash echoed through the air, shattering several windows on the street.
Startled by the commotion, the waitstaff and Xiao Huan looked up in unison.
Amidst the pouring rain outside the window, a familiar figure appeared out of nowhere.
Xiao Sanlang swiftly knelt down upon seeing him and exclaimed, "Young Master!"
Following behind him was a trail of followers.
Glancing at the disheveled Xiao Sanlang and the chaotic scene behind him, Xiao Huan couldn't help but sigh, "Sanlang, you always manage to get me in trouble."
