Chapter 251 - 245: Hold On—!!
Anhe City, the Su Mansion.
Mrs. Su was humming a little tune as she personally prepared dinner for her family.
’That girl, Ling’er... I wonder how she’s doing at Qingxu Temple... Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen the venerables from Qingxu Temple. I wonder if I can ask someone to deliver a message...’
As she was lost in thought, she picked up a freshly ladled bowl of hot soup to carry to the table. The moment she turned, something tripped her.
"Ah!" she cried out as the porcelain bowl slipped from her hands.
CRACK! The shattering sound was particularly jarring in the quiet kitchen. Soup splashed all over the floor, and the bowl broke into countless pieces.
Mrs. Su winced and crouched down to clean up the shards. Just as she picked up the largest piece, its edge cut her fingertip.
A bead of blood quickly welled up and dripped onto the porcelain shard, a shocking splash of red. She stared at the cut on her finger, stunned.
A strange sense of panic washed over her. She lifted her head and looked out the window at the sky, dyed red by the sunset, and the feeling of unease in her heart grew stronger.
’I have a bad feeling... Something has happened...’
...
"Hold on—!!!"
Just as Su Ling’er’s consciousness was about to sink completely into darkness, a voice tore through the canyon! The sound made Daoist Xuanyuan’s hand, pressed against the top of Su Ling’er’s head, freeze abruptly!
A powerful aura, also at the Great Perfection of Core Formation, descended upon the area!
Daoist Xuanyuan’s heart clenched. He didn’t even have time to react further. A primal sense of danger made him instinctively pull his hand back.
A streak of sword light grazed past his palm. Though he had dodged quickly, the sharp Sword Qi still left a bloody gash on his fingertips. He was horrified. ’If I had been even half a second slower,’ he thought, ’this hand would have been crippled!’
’Have the people from the Guixi Sect found me?!’
He snapped his head up, his pupils contracting. A vortex of several hundred flying swords of all kinds had appeared in the sky above the canyon at some unknown point.
Ancient swords, golden swords, silver swords... each blade radiated a spiritual glow, their tips all aimed directly at him.
"Damn it!" Daoist Xuanyuan retreated several steps in a sorry state, but the vortex of swords did not descend. It merely hovered there silently, an unspoken threat.
At the head of the sword storm, a figure in black robes slowly descended, his feet landing lightly on the leading ancient sword, "Stay," his sleeves fluttering in the wind.
Lin Qingfeng had arrived.
He glanced down at his little junior sister, who was covered in blood, then at Wang Xiedi beside her, who was breathing out more than he was breathing in. He couldn’t help but sigh.
’That guy, Ye Longtao, how in the world did he manage to provoke someone at the Great Perfection of Core Formation?’ he thought. ’A bunch of Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment kids daring to challenge a master like that? That’s Longtao for you, a first-class talent for finding trouble!’
At this moment, Shi Gandang, Lu Wu, Ji, and the others arrived one after another. Without a word, Lu Wu flicked his fingers, and two medicinal pills shot into the mouths of Su Ling’er and Wang Xiedi, preserving the last wisps of their lives.
Immediately after, a Ten Thousand Years Warm Jade Coffin descended from the sky. With a CLANG, it enveloped Su Ling’er, who had just regained a breath of air, and sealed her inside.
Meanwhile, a Four-direction Beast Suppressing Carriage—that is, the familiar prison cart—also landed and shut Wang Xiedi inside.
Lin Qingfeng also casually freed Wang Xiedi’s "wife," Shen Jieye, from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and tossed her into the prison cart with him, letting the "couple reunite."
Locked inside the coffin, Su Ling’er felt a gentle Spiritual Qi nourishing her body, and a hundred emotions washed over her.
’Senior Brother... he really came to save me... But... how did he know where to find me? And... why does he have to use a coffin and a prison cart to rescue people...?’
Ji, shouldering his black coffin, sidled up to the Warm Jade Coffin. KNOCK KNOCK. He tapped on the lid with a regretful look on his face. "Alas, Your Holiness, the Holy Daughter. We were so close. I could have truly provided you with my one-stop funeral service."
"Then I would have truly lived up to my name by sending off the Holy Daughter of our Guixi Sect! Would you like to make a reservation now? I can give you a two percent discount!"
’That’s not funny at all! What the hell is a two percent discount? I don’t need a discount on something like that!’
Su Ling’er weakly retorted in her mind from inside the coffin, but the heart that had been lodged in her throat finally settled back into place.
She peeked through a crack in the coffin and looked outside. In the canyon, Lin Qingfeng was slowly descending, his gaze locked on Daoist Xuanyuan in the distance.
Daoist Xuanyuan had calmed himself by now. His expression darkened slightly as he assessed the fluctuations of Spiritual Power coming from Lin Qingfeng and his companions.
He dropped his pretense, straightened his back, and adopted a heartbroken expression. "I am Xuanyuan," he announced loudly. "I did not expect to disturb my fellow Daoists here! I was merely passing by when I saw these young friends speaking out of turn, so I decided to offer a little guidance."
He knew in his heart that this was as far as he could push things today. ’Best to slip away now,’ he thought.
However, after listening, Lin Qingfeng laughed. He even nodded as if taking the matter very seriously.
Lin Qingfeng casually wiped the ancient sword [Stay] in his hand, tilting his head as he sized up the old Daoist. "Speaking out of turn, was it? A little guidance, you say? Are you trying to argue that you were justified in attacking them?"
"This... Let’s just drop the matter here for today. I will leave immediately. How about it?"
"Not how about it," Lin Qingfeng’s smile turned cold. "Unfortunately for you, you attacked the Holy Daughter of my Guixi Sect, and you injured the man of our sect’s mascot, Shen Jieye."
Su Ling’er: ’Huh??? Since when did Shen Jieye become the sect’s mascot?’