Just as they were about to call Si Ye in, Chu Qing spoke again:
"Additionally, there are two matters that I need to trouble Manor Master Wen with."
"Just speak plainly."
"The first matter is to help deliver a letter to White Horse Golden Sword Cao Qiupu."
Chu Qing said:
"This person shouldn’t have left the boundaries of Luochun Manor yet. As to where he is... we have to start by finding his horse.
"And this horse should be near the taverns in the town at the foot of the mountain. I just don’t know if it’s still there."
"The letter?"
"I haven’t written it yet..."
Wen Fusheng pointed with his finger:
"The four treasures of the study are over there."
"Please wait a mont, Manor Master."
With that, Chu Qing got up to find the four treasures of the study to write the letter.
Wen Fusheng sat on the bed waiting, and shortly afterward, Chu Qing ca over, but he was holding two letters.
"One is for Cao Qiupu, the other... is prepared for Tie Lingyun."
Chu Qing handed these two letters to Wen Fusheng:
"Miss Tie’s expenses at Luochun Manor, there will be costs.
"The second letter, have soone send it to Tie Lingyun, instructing him to prepare a group of subordinates to follow your orders. This group can serve as a contingency against the unexpected.
"When the storm in Luochun Manor settles, this group can escort Miss Tie back to the Iron Blood Hall."
Wen Fusheng grinned:
"You’re quite cold-hearted. I’ve heard you saved that girl’s life, but did you not have any thoughts about her?"
"I’ve already said, I have a fiancée."
Chu Qing felt that these older generation martial world folks had impure thoughts. Instead of thinking about how to beco famous or invincible, they’re busy making matches for the younger generations, acting as the matchmaker.
"You better be."
Wen Fusheng snorted coldly.
Chu Qing couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and continued:
"And one last thing... Earlier soone attempted to assassinate Gentle, under the na of Mirror of Sin, which alerted its assassins.
"They went to Luochun Manor to investigate and found the mastermind of this affair is now within Luochun Manor.
"Tie Chuming accidentally stumbled upon this matter, and that’s how he ended up in my hands.
"They’ve arranged to et again at the second watch tonight. I plan to arrange an ambush in advance, to catch them like turtles in a jar, and see if what cos is man or ghost!"
Wen Fusheng was aware of the situation but didn’t know about these twists.
Surprised, he said:
"Didn’t you just arrive yesterday? How do you know so much?"
"...Your Luochun Manor is a ss right now."
Chu Qing rolled his eyes and said:
"Yesterday afternoon and half the night, various events unfolded endlessly, almost overwhelming ... Enough, it’s about ti, don’t forget what I asked.
"The people tailing them need to pay attention, keep a distance and don’t reveal themselves, and if sothing’s off, withdraw imdiately.
"If the opponent is indeed the Celestial Evil Cult, confronting them head-on will most likely be a matter of life and death."
Wen Fusheng subconsciously nodded in agreent, then realized:
"Boy, are you treating this old man like your subordinate?
"If what that old beggar said is true, my disguise here is aningless, so I might as well personally keep watch.
"I want to see what skills these people have, daring to act so brazenly under my nose."
Chu Qing nodded, holding back a long complaint.
If it truly is the Celestial Evil Cult acting under your nose, then it’s been happening for more than a day or two.
Haven’t discovered it for so long, can you bla them for being so brazen?
With things explained, most of what needed instructing had been covered.
Chu Qing left Wen Fusheng’s room and saw Wen Kerren sitting on a stone stool weeping, Si Ye stood behind her like a wooden post, unmoving.
Suddenly, he seed to understand why Wen Fusheng and his kind were so fond of playing matchmaker.
But he didn’t want to adopt such bad habits, so he approached Wen Kerren and lightly tapped the table:
"Second Miss, it’s almost ti, we should head to the martial arts field."
Wen Kerren glanced at Chu Qing, hesitated, then took a deep breath:
"Alright, I’ll go with you."
Si Ye opened his mouth, but in the end, didn’t say a word, just turned his head slightly to the sky at a forty-five degree angle.
Chu Qing couldn’t even bother to look at him... if you can’t let go, just say it, fight for what you want.
Being so sentintal and hesitant, pretending to be deeply distressed.
He imdiately took Wen Kerren and headed toward the martial arts field.
The distance from there to the martial arts field wasn’t too far, just two floors apart.
The closer they got to the martial arts field, the slower Wen Kerren’s pace beca.
Finally, she seed on the verge of running away.
Chu Qing glanced at the young lady and couldn’t hold back:
"What’s the relationship between you and Si Ye?"
Wen Kerren’s hand trembled, and she instinctively shook her head, but then bit her lip:
"I, I am fond of him."
"He doesn’t dare?"
"Hmm."
"The reason your uncle arranged this martial arts contest is not only because Luochun Manor is currently troubled, but also to push Si Ye.
"If he can’t let go, how could he possibly allow you to marry soone else?
"Don’t you want to see if he’s willing to risk his life for you?"
Wen Kerren was stunned, not expecting Chu Qing to say such a thing.
She bit her lip:
"But what if he isn’t willing?"
"Then why burden yourself with such misguided affection?"
Wen Kerren was montarily dazed, feeling there was sense in these words, yet stubbornly unable to accept them:
"I... I don’t know..."
"Until the last mont, nobody can say for certain. Let’s wait and see."
Chu Qing smiled and said:
"Co on, relax."
Wen Kerren glanced at Chu Qing, and gracefully bowed:
"Thank you, sir."
As they spoke, the two finally arrived at the martial arts field.
The terrain here was large, surrounded by disciples and guards of Luochun Manor, with skilled martial artists from the Martial World gathered to participate in the contest.
As Chu Qing led Wen Kerren in, a voice was heard calling:
"Third Young Master, Miss Kerren is here!!"
At this announcent, the crowd inside promptly turned their attention to Chu Qing and Wen Kerren.
Whispers and murmurs filled the air.
"Third Young Master? Does Luochun Manor have a Third Young Master?"
"Could it be that one? Yesterday at the foot of the mountain, Mad Saber made an appearance and killed several Longyang Mountain cultists with one stroke."
"Mad Saber has such a close relationship with Luochun Manor?"
"That’s Wen Kerren!? What a pitiful beauty she is!"
"I must have this lady, and if you don’t want to die, you’d best not step on stage."
The crowd was composed of individuals from various backgrounds, each speaking their mind, creating a chaotic buzz.
Chu Qing’s brows furrowed slightly as he heard the sound of a gong.
Wen Kaiyuan held a drumr’s mallet and struck the copper gong fiercely beside him.
The gong sound suppressed the noise inside, and Chu Qing stepped forward:
"No more idle talk. Those of you with skill may take the stage to showcase your abilities.
"But rember, stop at the point of contact. Anyone who harms others will find their life left on this stage, don’t bla for not warning you!
"The martial arts contest starts now!"
He extended his arm as an invitation:
"Second Miss, please have a seat and just watch."
A table and two chairs were prepared on stage, one for Wen Kerren and one for Chu Qing.
Wen Kerren nodded, preparing to sit.
Suddenly, the sound of breaking wind erupted. Chu Qing thought soone intended to provoke, but unexpectedly, the person landed and began to point at Chu Qing, cursing with laughter:
"Where did this brat co from, so arrogant!?
"Is there no one in Luochun Manor? To host such a gathering, they chose a hairless kid!
"Aren’t you afraid of becoming a laughingstock?"
Chu Qing glanced at the man, who was in his thirties, with dark skin and shifty eyes.
His brows slightly furrowed:
"Wen Fusheng should add a rule: no one ugly allowed on stage."
Even though he had no connection with Wen Kerren, he couldn’t bear to see such a delicate young lady fall into the hands of such a person.
"What are you muttering about?"
Although the man didn’t hear clearly what Chu Qing said, just by looking at his expression, he knew it was nothing good, and couldn’t help but shout angrily:
"Are you insulting ?
"You want to die!!"
As his voice fell, he took a step forward and swung his palm to strike.
Chu Qing didn’t bother to look at him, casually countering with a reverse palm, a high-pitched dragon’s roar imdiately echoing throughout.
Before the Palm Force even touched him, the man felt a powerful gust of wind burst forth, and he was involuntarily blown away by the force.
The crowd saw, faintly, a white dragon-like shadow pushing the man’s form relentlessly forward.
The crowd instinctively parted, letting the man fly backward over ten yards before he finally landed!
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ps: Today is the last day of the month, the last ti to ask for monthly votes~~
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