Chapter 112 - 110: Hitting Mosquitoes_1

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Shangguan Wendao thoughtfully played with the indistinct ball of black mist in his hand. He had been wandering around Mo City for a while now, aiming to capture this somewhat inexplicable organization that had appeared in the Twenty-One Provinces. This wasn’t his first encounter, but still, he was always a step late. "Second Elder’s disciple has a decent talent, not as good as the girl from the Mo Family, but still possessing a Sword Bone." "No wonder this organization is after him. It’s a pity." "Having lived so many years, it’s the first time I’ve seen such a terrifying method capable of extracting someone else’s talent." Shangguan Wendao sighed deeply, tucked the Sword Bone back into the mysterious jar, and cast another glance at Su Bei and the other two not far away, before his figure quietly disappeared from the spot. The night was ink-black, slowly cloaking the earth as a chilling moon rose slowly into the sky. Su Bei held Dan Wulan in his arms, somewhat dazed as he watched the scene unfold, still not recovered from the previous events. Dan Wulan gently leaned her face against Su Bei’s chest, her entire soft body nestled close to him. Once again, a blush spread across her face. It was indeed her senior brother. Not a fantasy, but a tangible reality; he appeared out of nowhere, just like the male protagonist in a novel who unreasonably shows up and saves her with a single sword stroke. Indeed, senior brother’s strength must be a ruse! How could the man she admired be worthless? Even if another pursuer came, senior brother could probably shatter him with a single sword stroke. Listening to Su Bei’s strong heartbeat, smelling the familiar scent that was even more intense than her Crane Cloak, which she couldn’t bear to wash. Dan Wulan’s beautiful eyes closed; she felt a peace she had never experienced before. This was an indescribable reliance. She could finally lie openly in his embrace. Su Bei noticed the temperature of the Ninth Junior Sister in his arms seemed to be rising. Looking at her tightly closed eyes that were trembling slightly, he exhaled softly. Despite seeing his Crane Cloak on her and feeling a bit puzzled, he chose not to dwell on it. Cautiously, he reached out a hand, gently wiping away the blood from the corner of Dan Wulan’s mouth. Strangely, Dan Wulan, normally aloof and proud, didn’t move away and let him wipe gently. Su Bei was taken aback. That’s right, her slightly icy demeanor might just be her way of protecting her vulnerable heart from the outside world. Was Ninth Junior Sister’s strong front a sign of her vulnerability? Xiao Ruoching pressed her lips tightly, her eyes complex as she watched everything unfolding before her, noting Su Bei’s gentle motions. Her chest rose and fell lightly, her small hand gripping the sword hilt tightly. She had sensed something was off about Ninth Uncle since their time at Wan Qingzhai. As a woman, she was very sensitive to these matters. To be precise, Ninth Uncle’s feelings for the Master weren’t just off; she definitely had designs on him. Xiao Ruoching pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, somewhat unable to watch the two of them being sickeningly sweet. She cleared her throat to break the slightly amorous atmosphere and asked, "Why was Ninth Uncle being pursued by that person?" Dan Wulan opened her eyes, finally realizing there were other people present. Just as she thought to struggle out of Su Bei’s embrace, she reconsidered... why should she get up? She wanted to lie in senior brother’s arms and let you watch! You can be jealous! With that thought, Dan Wulan, without a hint of embarrassment, felt even more righteous lying in Su Bei’s arms, her eyes regaining their cool demeanor as she responded faintly, "It’s a long story." Suddenly feeling a warmth by her waist, Dan Wulan’s heart fluttered into disarray. What is senior brother going to do? Under Dan Wulan’s astonished gaze, Su Bei slid his hand behind her back, covered by the Crane Cloak, and gently helped her to sit up. Through the thin layer of clothing, the warmth and delicacy of her skin was indescribable. The Crane Cloak slid down, and Su Bei saw her purple garment stained with blood, and could barely make out her fine, snowy white clavicle. Su Bei forced himself not to look. Having descended from the heavens and heroically saved Ninth Junior Sister, how could he stoop to such villainous behavior? He propped her weak body against a tree, picked up the Crane Cloak that had fallen to the ground, and used it to cushion her. Dan Wulan, staring blankly at Su Bei as he did all this, saw the tenderness in his eyes becoming somewhat blurred. She bit her lower lip and softly said, "I happened upon this place to discover Sword Sect Disciples being murdered by two masked men." Listening to Dan Wulan’s explanation, Su Bei frowned and thoughtfully looked at the silver badge he had just picked up from the ground. Suddenly, he realized the gravity of the situation and spoke with a slightly urgent tone, "You’re saying you saw two masked men?" Dan Wulan blinked her cool eyes with some confusion, but still sounded an affirmative ’hmm’. "And the other?" "He didn’t follow?" 「...」 Mustering the last bit of Spiritual Energy, Su Bei, carrying Dan Wulan and leading Xiao Ruoching, did not look back as he hurried towards the main road at remarkable speed. Damn! Why is Junior Sister so calm? Is it because she is too confident in my abilities? I simply have no strength left to strike another sword blow. After an unknown amount of time, a panting Su Bei, accompanied by the two women, finally returned to the main road, catching his breath before speaking, "Are you saying those masked men can extract other people’s innate constitutions?" As soon as Su Bei finished speaking, Xiao Ruoching beside him instinctively trembled violently. She involuntarily stepped back, her gaze fixed on Su Bei with palpable anxiety. Su Bei didn’t understand why his disciple suddenly resembled a frightened cat. Upon closer thought, she must have been scared. After all, this matter did sound incredibly shocking. Although in his past life he had read many novels of this sort, actually encountering such a terrifying existence would probably elicit a reaction similar to Xiao Ruoching’s. Thinking this, Su Bei couldn’t help but feel some admiration for Dan Wulan. How could she remain unfazed in the face of such matters and just go into action? Su Bei shook his head, his expression tinged with melancholy. "It’s just a pity for the Second Elder’s disciple..." Xiao Ruoching furrowed her brows, her eyes firmly fixed on Su Bei. She was desperately trying to find even the slightest clue on her master’s face. Was this matter related to her master in any way? While others might not know, she understood all too well; the method described by Ninth Uncle was exactly how her master had treated her in her past life. Watching Xiao Ruoching’s gaze constantly survey his face, Su Bei raised an eyebrow, turned his head to look at her, and asked in confusion, "What’s wrong, why are you staring at your master like that?" Xiao Ruoching felt a touch of disappointment, yet it seemed as though a weight had been lifted from her heart. She was disappointed that her master’s expression was very natural; it was impossible to tell if this matter was related to him or whether he could even be aware of it. As for why she felt relieved? Could it be that she was secretly pleased that the matter seemed unrelated to her master? Or was the hint of hopeful yearning for her master growing stronger in her heart? She shook her head and said softly, "Master, there was a mosquito on your face just now." Su Bei and Dan Wulan raised their heads to look at the falling snow. Then Su Bei, with a complex look in his eyes, said to Xiao Ruoching in a somewhat ethereal voice, "Disciple, what do you think of your master?" Xiao Ruoching was taken aback for a moment, hesitated briefly but still spoke out, "Disciple thinks Master is a very gentle person, one who sees clearly the right direction in major issues..." Su Bei looked at Xiao Ruoching thoughtfully, then gently helped the weak Dan Wulan to stand. Suddenly—SLAP! Xiao Ruoching’s eyes widened as Su Bei’s hand swung towards her. The crisp sound echoed amidst the veil of snow. Her face immediately turned bright red with shock, her body trembling violently, feeling a fiery sting on a certain part of her body. Then Su Bei, without changing his expression, supported the bewildered Dan Wulan and walked ahead on his own. Xiao Ruoching’s eyes, brimming with unshed tears, stared at Su Bei. She stood still for a while, unable to react. Anger simmering in her eyes, she said somewhat irritably, "Master... what are you doing?" Su Bei turned back leisurely, looking at Xiao Ruoching who was puffing up her cheeks and furrowing her brows with indignation. Then he said with utter seriousness, "Killing a mosquito." Xiao Ruoching paused for a moment, stomped her foot on the ground, and said subconsciously, "Where would there be mosquitoes in winter?" But she suddenly noticed Su Bei looking at her with amusement. She choked on her words, rubbed the sore spot, her face flushing the color of rosy jade, and remained silent. Only her eyes, full of reproach, looked at the carefree Su Bei—the slight blush on his face from earlier not yet faded, though he appeared nonchalant—as she muttered, "I’ve never seen someone so petty." "Are you not walking anymore?" Su Bei drawled. "Or do you want to be left behind here?" Xiao Ruoching bit her red lip, her hands tightly grasping the hem of her long robe, quickening her pace. You’re clearly just craving to see your master’s face, and yet you spin such an unbelievable lie? Is your master a fool? If you’re craving it, just admit it. Your master isn’t so petty as to not let you look... Xiao Ruoching: "..." Dan Wulan watched the bantering master and disciple, the corners of her own mouth curling slightly into an arc she wasn’t sure was a smile or a sob. For some reason, a strange sense of bitterness surged in her heart. The somewhat doting expression Su Bei showed towards Xiao Ruoching was something she had never seen before. When he faced her, he was always as elegant as ever, his actions gentle, though she could sometimes catch his gaze lingering on her chest. But with her, he always tried to maintain the mannerisms of a worldly gentleman. It was a very alien feeling. She didn’t like it. The thrill that had surged within her when Su Bei saved her seemed to dissipate with the falling snow. Senior Brother, what should I say to you?

Chapter 112 - 110: Hitting Mosquitoes_1

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