Chapter 62

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Yue Yuan stood in front of Guo Fu and Da Wu, then leaped over them, ignoring their presence. Although Guo Fu was indeed a beautiful girl, Yue Yuan found it hard to accept her spoiled and domineering nature. Therefore, he only briefly chatted with her, understanding the general situation, before he activated his light body technique and drifted past the two like a wisp of smoke, chasing after the target.

Unlike Chu Liuxiang, whose nose was affected by rhinitis and couldn't detect any scent, Yue Yuan's nose was very sensitive, especially to fragrances. Among them, a faint, sweet scent particularly caught his attention. When he met Xiaolongnü up close, he had smelled a honey-like sweetness from her. Now, this scent was still present in the air, though very faint. If another night breeze blew, it would likely be gone.

This was why Yue Yuan only stayed briefly with Guo Fu before immediately leaving. His figure moved swiftly, his toes lightly touching the tiles beneath his feet. At this moment, his light body technique was fully utilized. If there were any outsiders nearby, they would have been astonished to see this blue and white-robed Taoist drifting past like a wisp of smoke.

Guo Fu stared blankly at Yue Yuan's disappearing back, and after a while, she exchanged a glance with Da Wu. Both of them took a deep breath, their hearts finally settling back into their chests. The sudden speed of the Taoist had genuinely frightened Guo Fu and Da Wu, with Guo Fu almost panicking, thinking that the Taoist was going to attack her, disregarding the reputation of her parents and grandfather...

Who would have thought that Yue Yuan merely flashed past them, shooting away like an arrow.

After a while, Guo Fu patted her somewhat developed chest and muttered, "This Taoist is still afraid of my parents and grandfather's reputation!"

"Right, let's follow him!"

But then, she seemed to remember something and instructed Da Wu. The two then chased after Yue Yuan, but their light body techniques were too poor, and they lost sight of him in the blink of an eye. Eventually, Guo Fu stopped, pouting and stomping her feet on someone else's roof, throwing a tantrum.

Naturally, Da Wu became the target of Guo Fu's anger.

...

Leaving aside the pouting Guo Fu, under Xiaolongnü's continuous pursuit, she finally confronted the group of black-clothed men on the roof of a tall building.

Under the moonlight, her white robe fluttered, and Xiaolongnü seemed like a fairy dancing on the moon. Two white silk ribbons suddenly shot out, like a wave of white, striking a black-clothed man who couldn't dodge in time.

Clang!

The black-clothed man could only block the ribbons with his sword, but the sound of metal clashing echoed from his chest. He felt as if he had been hit by a large iron hammer, his ribs shattered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, dropping his sword and falling off the roof.

In a daze, the black-clothed man saw a golden ball at the end of the ribbons. It wasn't just a ribbon; he had been struck by the golden ball, which also made a tinkling sound, revealing it to be a golden bell.

This weapon was Xiaolongnü's Golden Bell Whip. After using it to dispatch one black-clothed man, Xiaolongnü's gaze fell on the remaining four. In the moonlight, her already pale skin was even more radiant.

The four black-clothed men exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other's eyes. The woman before them, beautiful like a fairy, was extremely skilled in martial arts, making them feel uneasy. Moreover, behind her were the famous Guo Jing and Huang Rong, which added to their worries.

Bad people!

Unlike the four black-clothed men, Xiaolongnü's view was simple. These black-clothed men were definitely not good people; otherwise, who would sneak around at night in nightclothes?

Although Xiaolongnü had encountered many difficulties since leaving the ancient tomb and was even pursued and injured by her senior sister, her worldview remained simple. She didn't care about the world as long as it didn't bother her.

Clearly, these black-clothed men had bothered her. She was walking peacefully in Xiangyang when she accidentally encountered these fleeing black-clothed men. She wouldn't have meddled, but when she saw one of them casually kill an old lady who accidentally blocked their way, the old lady's pained and unavenged look reminded her of Sun Po.

Xiaolongnü was enraged. Her anger was like an icy river, not visible on her face, but she took action, severely injuring the man who had killed the old lady with her Jade Bee Needle and then chasing the fleeing black-clothed men.

The black-clothed man who had just been struck by Xiaolongnü's Golden Bell Whip was the third.

Without a word, she coldly and calmly watched the black-clothed men, and her ribbons, which had fallen casually on the roof, began to move again.

In an instant, she was dancing in the air. The golden bells on the ribbons tinkled as they struck two of the men.

Suddenly, the roof was filled with the clash of swords and the flash of blades. Xiaolongnü's white robe flowed like a fish swimming in water, her movements graceful and alluring. It was like a dance, with the clash of blades merely accompanying her, unable to steal the spotlight.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four consecutive sounds echoed as the four black-clothed men around Xiaolongnü were thrown in different directions, blood splattering everywhere. Two of them fell off the roof, while the other two rolled on the roof, smashing many tiles.

"..."

Xiaolongnü's gaze quietly swept over the chaotic roof. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she felt a wave of dizziness, her face turning even paler. Seeing the motionless black-clothed men, her frown slowly relaxed.

At the same time, two figures landed on the roof, breaking the air. They were Guo Jing and Huang Rong, who had been chasing after her.

As soon as they landed, their gazes fell on the woman standing there, who seemed to attract all the moonlight—Xiaolongnü.

What a cold and beautiful woman!

Huang Rong couldn't help but admire the woman, even though she herself was one of the most beautiful women in the world. But the cold and ethereal aura of this woman still left her in awe.

In contrast, Guo Jing, who was usually taciturn and serious, only glanced at Xiaolongnü briefly before looking away. He believed in propriety and decorum, and his gaze fell on the motionless black-clothed men, his eyes showing a hint of surprise.

This woman is skilled!

"I am Guo Jing!"

"I am Huang Rong. Who is this young lady...?"

Huang Rong spoke, as she was better suited to handle such interactions. Guo Jing only briefly introduced himself and then remained silent.

But just as Huang Rong asked, she heard her husband, Guo Jing, shout, "Watch out, young lady!"

As he spoke, three consecutive whistling sounds approached the three of them. It was a black-clothed man who had been lying motionless, suddenly shooting three hidden weapons. One each aimed at Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and the nearest Xiaolongnü, clearly intending to take them all out.

Guo Jing, upon hearing the warning, immediately used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the powerful palm force deflecting the weapon aimed at him. Huang Rong, on the other hand, sidestepped and used her Beggar's Staff to deflect the weapon. However, Xiaolongnü was different.

Xiaolongnü was already injured and was facing the black-clothed man. Although she managed to dodge the hidden weapon with her light body technique, she couldn't avoid the sword that the man raised to strike her again.

The sword flashed, and Xiaolongnü's face turned even paler as she reacted.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong couldn't reach her in time and could only watch helplessly as the cold and beautiful woman was about to be struck by the sword. Just as the sword was about to reach Xiaolongnü, a soft sound echoed in their ears.

Suddenly, the black-clothed man, who was about to strike Xiaolongnü, was hit by an unseen force, flying backward and crashing into the roof, rolling and smashing tiles.

The black-clothed man's body trembled, his eyes wide with anger, but he soon slumped and died.

What...?

Guo Jing and Huang Rong exchanged glances, both shocked, while Xiaolongnü's small mouth opened slightly in surprise.

In the howling night wind—

A blue and white figure descended from the sky, landing beside Xiaolongnü.

The night wind blew, and her black hair and sleeves fluttered in the breeze.