novelraw Chapter 39 - Princess Zhao Min of Ruyang – If the City Doesn’t Fall, She’ll Marry Instead ( Part 2 )
Chapter 39 - Princess Zhao Min of Ruyang – If the City Doesn’t Fall, She’ll Marry Instead ( Part 2 )
Chapter 39: Princess Zhao Min of Ruyang – If the City Doesn’t Fall, She’ll Marry Instead ( Part 2 )
Her warmth brought back memories of fighting side by side these past days. Despite everything, Ning Zhongze still had Huang Rong. Without her, she would’ve been completely lost.
Yue Lingshan didn’t hesitate. In Jianghu, discipleship was a big deal, normally reserved for auspicious days.
But given Xiangyang’s situation, Huang Rong insisted on a simple ceremony. In front of the Guo household, Lingshan offered her three cups of wine—making it official.
Afterward, Huashan disciples realized a problem.
Yue Lingshan would now stay by Huang Rong’s side—returning to Huashan only during holidays.
So… Huashan would be left with only male disciples?
“Should we suggest Master take in more junior sisters?”
But Yue Buqun heard their whispers and glared at them.
Female disciples? Hah! I’m sick of women. I wish Huashan were entirely men!
Suddenly, Yue Buqun stood and announced his departure.
“Master Yue, why so sudden?” Guo Jing asked, rising in concern. “Did we fail to treat you properly?”
“You misunderstand, Hero Guo. I’ve imposed long enough. But rest assured—if Xiangyang is in danger, I’ll return with all Huashan disciples to aid you.”
Guo Jing wanted to object, but Huang Rong shook her head. He backed down.
Yue Buqun then said that since his daughter had become Huang Rong’s disciple, Ning Zhongze should remain in Xiangyang to represent Huashan should any crisis arise.
“Father, you and the senior brothers take care. I’ll visit when I can,” said Yue Lingshan, completely unaware.
“Good.”
The real reason Yue Buqun left: Xiangyang was too restrictive. Every night, he feared being discovered while cultivating. If caught—he’d have to kill. That would lead to endless complications.
But once free in the vast martial world, he could practice freely. And once he mastered it—he’d do whatever he pleased.
He could already see Zuo Lengchan groveling naked at his feet, licking his toes.
All these years of humiliation—I’ll release it all.
Among Huashan’s disciples, the one most reluctant to leave was Linghu Chong.
“Little Junior Sister!”
But Yue Lingshan didn’t even glance at him.
They’d barely spoken ten words during their stay.
He knew the reason—Wang Xuan.
If not for him, she’d never have changed her heart.
But remembering Wang Xuan’s martial prowess, Linghu Chong felt helpless.
Back at the Guo residence, with Huashan gone, Huang Rong felt the air was fresher.
She ordered servants to throw out everything they could and scrub the rest repeatedly.
“Rong’er, why did you stop me from asking Master Yue to stay?” Guo Jing asked, puzzled.
“It was too sudden. He even left his wife and daughter behind—it’s not normal behavior. Maybe they had a fight… or maybe Huashan is facing something darker?”
“Master Yue clearly wanted to leave. Why make it harder?”
“Mm. You’re right.”
Every family has its hardships. Even if Huashan faced disaster, he—stuck in Xiangyang—could do nothing.
He could only hope Yue Buqun knew how to handle it.
Not long after leaving the city, Yue Buqun was blocked by someone on the road.
Though dressed like a man, he instantly sensed the intruder was a woman.
The revulsion I feel at one glance—it could only come from a woman.
“Miss, why block my path?”
Her disguise shattered in an instant. Zhao Min, annoyed, frowned.
“Naturally, to borrow your head for a little purpose!”
Several figures appeared, exuding danger—clearly trained fighters.
Huashan disciples, including Yue Buqun, immediately braced themselves.
“Kill!”
With a snap of her folding fan, Zhao Min’s subordinates attacked like tigers.
She stood on a hill, gazing at Xiangyang’s silhouette in the distance.
“Hmph! Within three days—I shall break this city!”
Zhao Min declared with absolute certainty. But as she turned around, she saw that all the Huashan Sect disciples, including Linghu Chong, were already sprawled across the ground.
A look of smug satisfaction appeared on her face
Well, can’t be helped!
The gap in martial strength was simply too vast.
For tough fighters like Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San, taking down Huashan disciples was a matter of one move, one target.
Even Yue Buqun, the sect master, wasn’t someone Zhao Min took seriously in the slightest.
She figured—ten moves, at most, and he’d be subdued!