Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1291 1291: Jing Wuyan

The young man in blue froze for a moment, but soon his face was full of smiles. He swung his long legs over his own stool, shifted his butt, and sat down at Qin Yi's table.

"Little brother Jing Wuyan, at your service!"

The youth in blue looked Qin Yi up and down. In those seemingly clear eyes there was an undisguisable slyness as he said, "I just heard Brother Qin's name. I've roamed all over the world in the Southern Middle State, seen some things, met countless people, and always thought my looks weren't bad. Only after seeing Brother Qin today did I realize how ignorant I really was."

Yun Mengyao had been somewhat displeased with Qin Yi inviting this blue‑clad youth to sit at their table. But when she heard his words, she couldn't help laughing. "You little pretty boy, you sure know how to talk. Then knock on some wood and tell me, how do I look?"

Jing Wuyan grinned, full of youthful vigor. "This Fairy elder sister is peerlessly beautiful. Even if a Nine Heavens Fairy descended to the mortal world, standing before you she'd have to feel ashamed of herself."

Yun Mengyao giggled; there's no woman who doesn't like being told she's pretty.

Qin Yi silently thought to himself how shallow that was. This Yun Mengyao really was hard to read sometimes.

"Ten thousand scenes with no color—looks like you're quite confident in your looks."

Jing Wuyan was taken aback. "I was very confident. But after seeing Brother Qin, I suddenly don't feel so confident anymore."

The corners of Qin Yi's mouth lifted slightly.

Seeing this, Yun Mengyao's big expressive eyes clearly showed two words: so shallow.

Jing Wuyan leaned closer to Qin Yi and lowered his voice. "Is Brother Qin heading for the Northern Central State?"

Qin Yi glanced at him. Jing Wuyan instinctively leaned back a bit; Qin Yi's gaze was far too intimidating.

Jing Wuyan spoke again, "Did Brother Qin really destroy the Sword Sect Branch?"

The corner of Qin Yi's mouth hooked up, but he didn't answer.

Seeing this, Jing Wuyan stuck out his thumb in admiration. "The Sword Sect has dominated the Southern Middle State for thousands of years. No one has ever dared to challenge the Sword Sect's authority. Brother Qin did what others wanted to do but didn't dare. That's truly admirable."

Qin Yi heard the other meaning in his words. "Others want to do it but don't dare sit?"

"Of course! The Sword Sect has lorded over the Southern Middle State for thousands of years, always domineering and arrogant. How could they not have offended people? In this Southern Middle State, the people who hate the Sword Sect are countless. It's just that everyone fears the Sword Sect's power and only dares to be angry without daring to speak."

Qin Yi looked at him, eyes calm, voice just as calm. "Are you one of those people?"

Jing Wuyan stared blankly for a moment, then nodded. "Of course. Otherwise why would I help you?"

"Seems like I just gave you a very good excuse."

Jing Wuyan scratched his head, then put on a very earnest expression. "Brother Qin, Fairy Yun, I truly want to help you. Please believe me."

Qin Yi and Yun Mengyao exchanged a glance. Helping people with such lowly eagerness—no way anyone wouldn't suspect his motives.

Qin Yi picked up his chopsticks, took a dish, put it into his mouth, and slowly chewed. Only after he'd chewed it to bits and swallowed did he speak slowly: "You've been following us since the Ran Family. Your goal is to help us leave the Southern Middle State?"

The hand with which Jing Wuyan was feeling for his wine cup suddenly froze. Ripples spread in circles through the wine in the cup.

Yun Mengyao's slender willow brows slowly furrowed as she looked at Jing Wuyan. "So you little pretty boy have been following us since the Ran Family. Talk. What exactly are you after? If you don't come clean, I'll guarantee I'll castrate you."

Jing Wuyan's face was full of horror—definitely not an act. Such a gorgeous woman threatening to castrate him at the drop of a hat—any man would be terrified of that.

"Brother Qin, Fairy Yun, please trust me. I really can help you leave the Southern Middle State."

Yun Mengyao gave a cold laugh. "Only a ghost would believe you. Pretty boys never have good intentions. Sneaking around following us, sneaking around eavesdropping on us—one look and you know you're not a good person."

Jing Wuyan's delicate face scrunched up. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Qin Yi say lightly, "I believe you."

Jing Wuyan was stunned on the spot.

Yun Mengyao was also stunned, then turned to Qin Yi. "Are you stupid? This person's background is unknown and he sneaks around. How can you trust him?"

Qin Yi smiled. "Honestly, if he wanted to harm us, it'd be simple. All he has to do is leak our whereabouts to the Sword Sect. Why bother going to all this trouble?"

Jing Wuyan nodded repeatedly.

Yun Mengyao still didn't believe Jing Wuyan. "No one's attentive for no reason—if it's not treachery, it's theft. Maybe he's staying by our side just to keep an eye on us and then tip off the Sword Sect. Or maybe he's coveting this lady's beauty. It's also possible he's coveting your beauty."

Jing Wuyan was dumbfounded on the spot. Him coveting Yun Mengyao's beauty was understandable, but coveting Qin Yi's beauty… that was… just too much.

Qin Yi was also so jolted by Yun Mengyao's words that all his body hair stood on end. "With that kind of brain, if you don't write novels it's a total waste."

Yun Mengyao said, "The more impossible something seems, the more likely it is. It's not like there aren't men in this world who fancy other men. You're this good‑looking—being popular with both men and women wouldn't be strange at all."

The corner of Qin Yi's mouth twitched. "Such a good girl, what a pity she has no brain."

"If you had a brain, you wouldn't casually trust a stranger," Yun Mengyao shot back. When bickering with Qin Yi, her mind spun fast; she was anything but dumb.

Jing Wuyan looked utterly wounded and protested, "I know anything I say now is useless. But please at least watch what I do, Fairy Yun. The Sword Sect Branch has been destroyed. I'm sure in just a few hours the news will spread throughout the Southern Middle State. Then things will get lively. With the Sword Sect's kind of pissy temperament, they'll put up a high‑price bounty for your whereabouts and at the same time send people after you."

Jing Wuyan paused, then continued, "So we still have a few hours right now to hurry up and leave Tianming City. Otherwise it'll be hard to get out. The Sword Sect's bounty won't be just a few Gold Coins. To protect the Sword Sect's reputation, they'll spare no cost.

I know Brother Qin's Cultivation is extremely high, but believe me, the Sword Sect definitely isn't some pushover. They're packed with experts. By then even a ferocious tiger can't hold off a pack of wolves, and two fists can't beat four hands. Even if you manage to break out in the end, you'll probably pay a heavy price. Most importantly…"

Yun Mengyao blinked, curious. "Spit it out. Don't pant in the middle of your speech. I hate it when people leave me hanging the most. What's most important?"

Jing Wuyan shrank his neck and said softly, "Most importantly, Fairy Yun, your Cultivation is too low and you'll drag Brother Qin down. If Brother Qin were alone, he'd have an eighty percent chance of getting away. With you along, it'll drop to only thirty percent."

Yun Mengyao froze, then her eyes filled with Evil Qi as she glared at Jing Wuyan. "You little pretty boy, who are you calling dead weight? Although my Cultivation isn't high, to beat a small fry like you I could pound ten like you with one hand. Are you itching for a beating?"

Jing Wuyan put on a terrified expression. "You're the one who told me to say it."

"I told you to talk, not to trash me."

"He really didn't trash you. Your Cultivation really is lower than his. If it really came to a fight, he could pound ten of you with one hand."

Yun Mengyao was stunned and stared at Jing Wuyan. "What's your Cultivation?"