Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 98: The Old Man Being Hunted and Qin Yuliu's Room

Xin Zhuo found it difficult to understand the central idea in Shangguan Fanqing's words, and even more so, he couldn't comprehend his strange mentality of making friends.

But with preconceived notions, he had long heard from Cui Ying'er's introduction that the Pavilion of Celestial Secrets was very powerful. So, in order to have a good life in the future, he couldn't let go of any opportunity to gain an advantage. Who knows, he might need it someday.

Moreover, he wouldn't lose out by becoming sworn brothers himself. It was just for fun.

Haitang had prepared incense, and the two of them bowed solemnly and burned four sticks of incense.

Burning four sticks of incense was a formal and serious matter, with a strong sense of ceremony. The first stick represented benevolence and righteousness, the second stick represented loyalty and righteousness, the third stick represented narrow-mindedness, and the fourth stick represented sharing wealth and life and death.

The ceremony was complete!

Originally, they were enemies, but because of a strange reason and an abrupt visit, they suddenly transformed into extremely reliable and serious sworn brothers in this world. Everything was so casual, so absurd, and yet so natural.

This was the way of the martial world, truly thought-provoking.

"I'm nineteen, and you're sixteen. Can you call me Dage in the future? Is that okay?" Shangguan Fanqing sat down with a pretended sigh and his eyes flickered.

"It's not okay!"

Xin Zhuo suddenly understood his intentions. But what rank are you to accept me as your little brother? This idea is too childish. "I don't have the habit of being someone's little brother!"

Shangguan Fanqing rubbed his nose and smiled. "Then let's make a compromise. Let's each call each other Erdi (second brother). How about that?"

"Okay!"

"Erdi?"

"Erdi, don't be polite!"

"Hehe..."

Li Xiyue suddenly couldn't help but laugh, but quickly put on a serious face, coughed lightly, and looked at the book review in her hand with a serious expression.

"A small gift is a token of respect!" Shangguan Fanqing inexplicably took out a box, opened it, and inside was a dazzling pearl. He said solemnly, "This is a nourishing and moisturizing pearl bestowed by the main altar of my sect. It's priceless."

It was clear that this was indeed a treasure. This guy had spared no expense to become sworn brothers.

Xin Zhuo gladly accepted it, but after searching his whole body, he had no gift to give in return. He was just pondering over it when a very slight but extremely sharp True Qi fluctuation suddenly came from outside.

Xin Zhuo, Shangguan Fanqing, and Li Xiyue's expressions changed abruptly.

Was there a master fighting?

The three of them looked at each other and went out at the same time.

Outside, in the square under the monument of rules and regulations, there were more than a hundred students and guests standing, watching silently.

In the center of the field, a man and a woman faced each other.

The woman was none other than the black-clothed woman Zhao Li. Her long hair fluttered, her expression cold, and a chilling killing intent could be seen in her phoenix-like eyes.

She was like a sharp sword.

The man opposite her was in his thirties, with a strong physique and wearing a green robe. However, his deep and sorrowful eyes, scattered stubble, and haggard face made him look like a perennial drunkard.

At this moment, the two of them hadn't started fighting yet, but a strong True Qi had already emanated from their bodies. This was purely the instinctive protection and confrontation after encountering danger.

"I know these two people," Shangguan Fanqing tapped his folding fan and smiled. "The woman is Zhao Li, the third disciple of the Lingjian Sect, which is three hundred miles away in Weizhou Prefecture.

The man is said to also come from the Lingjian Sect. His name is Li Wumian. He and Zhao Li's senior sister were in love and had an affair. It was originally a good match, but he turned out to be a playboy. Not only did he have an affair with the senior sister, but he also had unclear relationships with other women.

As a result, he was expelled from the sect, and the senior sister was heartbroken and cried her eyes out. This Miss Zhao Li must have a good relationship with the senior sister, and she happened to encounter Li Wumian this time, so naturally, she wants to take action."

"Terrifying!" Xin Zhuo nodded and glanced at his "second brother." If you don't know how to use idioms, then don't use them. You're talking about a love and hatred story as if it's a trivial matter.

Li Xiyue smiled and said, "Although Li Wumian and Zhao Li don't have a direct grudge, this kind of love and hatred is the most unsolvable. They're probably going to fight. We have rules in our academy. If guests want to fight, they can fight as they please, but if they damage any property, they have to compensate tenfold."

Xin Zhuo curiously asked, "Who do you think will win between these two?"

From the Blood Qi fluctuations, both of them seemed to be at a higher realm than Xin Zhuo, similar to the sixth rank. However, the difference in realm was not significant. It still depended on the strength of their techniques and martial arts. Xin Zhuo deeply understood this.

Before Li Xiyue could speak, Shangguan Fanqing said, "Zhao Li has probably just reached the sixth rank not long ago, while Li Wumian is an old sixth rank. Zhao Li doesn't have the kind of abnormal techniques that my second brother has. If they really fight to the death, Li Wumian will naturally win, but Li Wumian will feel guilty and might hold back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic True Qi burst forth from the field, and the girl Zhao Li had already swung her sword.

The sword was fierce, but not grand. It was like a trickle, bringing forth a streak of Sword Rays, heading straight for Li Wumian.

Ripples undulated along the way, and the ground made a creaking sound with the green bricks.

A sword shadow had already arrived in front of Li Wumian, stabbing down vertically.

The invisible sword momentum caused the onlookers to involuntarily take a few steps back.

Xin Zhuo and the others also stared intently.

"What a remarkable Lingjian Wuyi Sword!" Shangguan Fanqing praised.

However,

Li Wumian did not move,

Taking a sword head-on.

"Pu!"

A deep sword wound appeared on his chest, reaching the bone, and blood flowed out instantly.

He couldn't help but take three or four steps back, his disheveled face showing a hint of indescribable sadness.

"Why didn't you block the sword?" Zhao Lining frowned and coldly rebuked.

Li Wumian smiled bitterly and took another step forward. "Do you really not understand my intentions? Whether it's Rou'er or Shiniang, they have nothing to do with me. In my heart, it has always been you."

No one could find fault with this tenderness.

The crowd around was stunned for a moment, and then there was a chorus of boos.

Not only did he take the sword, he was also a master!

Xin Zhuo secretly praised, this shameless move was simply surpassing moves with no moves, a talented individual.

He suddenly remembered Huiruqing, she said she would also come tonight, why didn't he see her?

Sweeping his gaze around, he suddenly felt a cold and chilling aura locking onto him.

It seemed to carry a killing intent, but also with a hint of fear. This was completely different from Jiang Hezhu and the others who were straightforward troublemakers, and it was terrifying.

Furrowing his brows, he looked around again, the killing intent disappeared, who could it be?

After thinking for a moment, he retreated a few steps.

The killing intent reappeared.

Killing intent? Who wants to kill me?

Xin Zhuo couldn't understand, but he had a sense of calculation in his heart and turned around to walk quickly.

When he reached a dark place, that killing intent became almost tangible.

He suddenly turned his head and saw a person standing not far away, a person with a short stature, slightly hunched back, and a white beard. It was impossible to determine their specific age, and he didn't recognize them.

"What do you want, sir?" Xin Zhuo spoke up, gently shifting his footsteps.

The person sneered, their voice very soft and sinister, not like something a normal person could produce.

"Do I have any grudges with you, sir?"

Xin Zhuo spoke again.

The person slowly approached, a majestic True Qi surged like water, emitting black smoke, sweeping along the ground.

This person's realm and martial arts were completely indiscernible.

Xin Zhuo's pupils contracted, he turned around and ran, displaying Qinggong, twisting and turning.

However, that killing intent followed him like a shadow.

Ahead was a secluded small courtyard, with a light shining in the west room. A slender figure could be vaguely seen swaying by the window.

Xin Zhuo turned his head and found that the old man was standing in the darkness not far away, staring at him intently.

Gritting his teeth, he broke through the door and rushed into the room.

A faint exclamation came from inside the room.

Qin Yuliufu was sitting in a wooden tub, taking a bath, and it was the kind of immersive bath.

His ethereal face was slightly flushed from the steam, water droplets dotted his cheeks, and his semi-wet long hair hung in front of his chest.

(End of this chapter)