System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests

Chapter 177 - 121: No Overnight Grudges (Part 2)

"Second Master Wen, I have some matters to attend to, I must leave first. Please handle Third Master for me, farewell!!"

He spoke hastily as he headed out, brushing past a young man dressed in white.

The man in white looked in confusion towards Chu Qing’s departing direction, then turned back to survey the courtyard scene, visibly startled. He first greeted Wen Kaiyuan, then approached Si Ye:

"What happened?"

"The old immortal Yulong tried to take advantage of others’ troubles and was killed."

Si Ye’s words were concise and to the point.

"Is Third Master so capable now?"

Si Chen was very impressed:

"It seems his martial arts have advanced again."

"It wasn’t Third Master, but also a third-ranking one..."

Si Ye said:

"It was the one who just brushed past you."

"??"

Si Chen was surprised:

"So why did he run?"

"Your Third Master’s old habits acted up again."

On Si Ye’s expressionless face, a fleeting smile briefly flashed.

Si Chen suddenly understood, and couldn’t help but slap his forehead:

"In that case, Third Master is still the most formidable.

"Even such a master was frightened and ran away in panic."

"..."

...

...

Observatory!

Aside from not wanting to pledge brotherhood with Third Master Wen, the main reason Chu Qing was here was to meet Cao Qiupu.

He trusted Wen Rou’s nose without fail.

Chu Qing trusted her sense of smell, just as he trusted his own martial arts.

Yet he equally believed in the prestigious reputation of the White Horse Golden Sword.

Thus, he decided to find Cao Qiupu first to probe deeper into the matter.

But when he arrived at the Observatory, Cao Qiupu was nowhere to be found.

Upon reflection, he remembered he was on his way to Wen Fusheng’s yard when he sent someone to summon Cao Qiupu.

Killing the old immortal Yulong had indeed cost some effort, but overall, the process was quite swift.

It was normal for Cao Qiupu not to have had time to come over.

Fortunately, the night had already fallen, so Chu Qing decided to stand at the Observatory and admire the stars for a while.

This place was serene but situated halfway up the mountain.

Looking upwards was the towering Celestial Star Mountain, and ahead lay the half-hidden sea of clouds.

Standing here and looking up, the heavens were like a mirror adorned with countless stars, truly a breathtaking sight.

Suddenly, he recalled when Wen Pingce demonstrated that astonishing finger, behind it seemed as if countless stars burst forth and then contracted tightly, with all stars condensed into one finger, akin to the myriad stars in the sky.

"Finger Dust Starfall..."

Chu Qing pondered:

"Back then, when Wen Tianheng founded Luochun Manor here, he really chose the right place..."

At this moment, footsteps sounded from behind.

Chu Qing’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Turning back, he saw a figure slowly walking toward him.

This person had an alluring figure, and merely these few steps made one’s thoughts wander.

Her appearance was outstanding, brows like distant mountains shrouded in green, eyes like morning stars, lips as red as cherries, with a barely noticeable smile at the corner of her lips, making one unknowingly drawn in.

Yet, Chu Qing’s gaze at her was not like looking at a person.

Rather, it was like observing an object.

"Greet the Third Young Master."

Ling Fei bowed gracefully, her pearls lightly parted.

Chu Qing silently watched her for a moment before speaking:

"I remember the person I want to find is not you..."

Ling Fei smiled:

"Finding him is the same as finding me.

"Does Third Young Master have something to say to him? You can say it to me too..."

"These are words Miss Ling Fei may not wish to hear."

Chu Qing slightly narrowed his eyes:

"Or rather, you hurried here fearing what I might say to him?"

"Sigh..."

Miss Ling Fei sighed softly:

"Why must Third Young Master act this way?"

"I can’t understand what you mean..."

Chu Qing said with a smile:

"Have I done something unimaginable again?"

"A gentle nose, Third Young Master’s knife... they are all things that people fear.

"Today, I’ve already given Third Young Master plenty of face, otherwise that sneaky little mouse would have died."

Miss Ling Fei raised her eyes to look at Chu Qing, a faint yet extremely concealed killing intent flickered in her eyes:

"Unfortunately, Third Young Master seems to not understand how to cherish his life!

"He is too important to me, I can’t let you babble nonsense in front of him."

"More important than your life...?"

Chu Qing raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes!"

Miss Ling Fei answered firmly, yet it took Chu Qing by surprise.

Those on the Seventy-two Evil Extermination List have evidently passed the Mirror of Sin’s test.

These people can ignore right and wrong, killing only for profit.

They are pure assassins.

Such people... can they also have someone they cherish?

"Therefore, you must die!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Chu Qing swiftly retreated.

But at that moment, a tremendous pulling force suddenly came from his body. Looking down, it was a thin invisible thread wrapped around his chest.

Dragging him toward Miss Ling Fei.

Chu Qing sneered and uttered Mo Duxing’s catchphrase:

"Petty trick!"

With a twist of the Mingyu Scripture, several hissing sounds of the force cutting through the air were heard. The thread entangled on his clothes was instantly snapped by this force.

Yet after one ended, several more awaited.

Chu Qing raised his eyes, already perceiving that from all directions and spaces around, strands of silk were breaking through the air.

Plum blossoms bloom overhead, revealing blades hidden beneath the threads.

Falling plum blossoms bear the breath of spring, killing intent hides within fragrance!

Chu Qing’s figure swayed, a thin mist burst forth, his figure stepped into the mist, using the Celestial Frost Fist technique named ’Frost Binding Mid-Night’.

His figure vanished beneath the layer of frost and mist.

Miss Ling Fei’s face turned somber, her hands danced gracefully like petals, and the plum blossoms suddenly paused in the air. As her palm momentum shifted, the blossoms spun like a vortex.

Covering a radius of three zhangs, any who enter this space shall undoubtedly die.

Taking advantage of this moment, she wrapped layers of silk around the area to prevent Chu Qing from suddenly attacking and catching her off guard.

As one of the Seventy-two Evil Extermination List’s Flower Beauties, her martial arts were far more terrifying and cunning than ordinary people could imagine.

She watched calmly from all directions.

Seeing cold air enveloping every side, making it impossible to trace Chu Qing’s location.

Suddenly, she twitched her ear and sharply looked up, raising one hand, "Pshhh pshhh pshhh..."

Plum blossoms poured down like rain, rushing like a roaring torrent in a certain direction, stirring the air with violent noise.

But at that moment, a flash appeared before her eyes, a silhouette was already in front of her.

She raised her hand and struck out a palm with a boom.

Miss Ling Fei’s expression changed dramatically, only then realizing she’d fallen into Chu Qing’s trap.

Chu Qing hid within the fog on purpose, created noise, leading her to attack the wrong spot, while finding another opportunity elsewhere.

Now, the technique was unfinished, forcibly retrieving would cause even greater harm.

Instead, she flipped her left hand and fiercely sent out a palm.

The two palms met, silent and soundless.

Yet Miss Ling Fei’s body trembled sharply, feeling a surge of exotic cold inner power rushing through her meridians.

Her inner strength could not withstand it, facing imminent defeat, she twitched her ear again, and with a thought, heard more "pshhh pshhh pshhh" ringing.

Her clothes instantly became mottled and torn, and she was forced to fly backward by Chu Qing’s palm force, yet she shouted:

"Even if you kill me, Third Young Master, you won’t get me..."

"Brother San, what are you doing?"

A furious voice came from the mountain path’s bend, Cao Qiupu leaped up and caught Miss Ling Fei midair in his arms.

Upon landing, he pressed the hilt of his Golden Sword with one hand, and embraced Ling Fei with the other, glancing angrily at Chu Qing:

"You... You... How dare you!!"

Ling Fei, having taken Chu Qing’s palm, had used his force to fly away but was now in critical condition.

She reached to touch Cao Qiupu’s face, using all her strength to speak:

"Take... take me... away..."

Cao Qiupu’s veins on his forehead throbbed intensely, his anger had long flared up, and he glared menacingly at Chu Qing:

"If anything happens to Ling Fei, I’ll risk my life to get justice from you!!"

With those words, he turned to leave.

But as he turned, the icy blade intent already hung above him.

Chu Qing spoke calmly:

"Hero Cao jests, what is done today ends today, I never let enmities linger overnight.

"Want to leave... Have you asked me?"