Chapter 57

As Su Yi entered the courtyard, Qing Wan, dressed in a blood-red dress, floated out of the room and said:

"Master, while you were away tonight, many people hid outside our courtyard. They were all heavily armed, exuding a strong aura of menace, which was quite frightening."

Her fair and delicate face still bore traces of fear, looking tense, clearly having been frightened earlier.

"Where are they now?"

Su Yi’s pupils narrowed slightly.

"Uh... I don’t know what happened, but they left."

Qing Wan stuck out her tongue, relieved.

Su Yi frowned and said, "Come into the room and tell me everything in detail." He then walked straight ahead.

"Oh, okay."

Qing Wan hurriedly followed.

For some reason, after Su Yi returned to the courtyard, she felt as if she had found a support, feeling reassured and at ease.

Although she still felt timid and respectful in front of Su Yi, this feeling was better than being alone and terrified.

A lamp lit up in the room, dispelling the darkness and providing warmth.

Qing Wan stood timidly in the air not far from Su Yi, her white and delicate toes occasionally clenching tightly.

"Why are you so nervous?"

Seeing her like this, Su Yi couldn’t help but frown.

Qing Wan shook her head and said, "Master, Wan is not."

"You’re lying."

Su Yi sat in a chair, his gaze moving from Qing Wan’s white, jade-like feet to her clear and beautiful face, and said:

"When you’re nervous, your toes move around, your eyelashes tremble, your ears turn red, and your fingers clasp together in front of you, unconsciously rubbing the hem of your dress."

Qing Wan was taken aback, her cheeks flushing with a warm red, feeling as if all her secrets had been seen through, leaving her nowhere to hide.

She became even more nervous, her small, delicate ears turning bright red.

"Timid, bashful, nervous... Where did Wu Ruoqiu find this young soul?"

Su Yi couldn’t help but rub his temples.

Then, he decisively changed the subject, saying, "Tell me about those people who were lurking earlier."

Qing Wan let out a sigh of relief and thought, "Wan was hiding in the old locust tree and overheard some of their conversation."

Her voice was soft and gentle as she recounted the events of the night.

After listening, Su Yi raised an eyebrow, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, his gaze fixed on the candle flame, lost in thought.

According to Qing Wan, those lurking people were from the Li family!

Moreover, they were acting on Li Moyun’s orders, planning to storm into the Apricot Yellow Cottage and kill him as soon as he returned from the Dragon Gate Banquet.

However, the operation went awry.

An old servant rushed over, informing them that the plan had changed, and they all withdrew.

What Su Yi couldn’t understand was why Li Moyun, with whom he had no grudge, would want to harm him.

"Could it be related to Wen Lingzhao?"

Su Yi recalled the events at the Wen family matriarch’s birthday banquet.

At the time, Li Moyun had spoken up, hoping the Wen family would dissolve his marriage to Wen Lingzhao.

"It must be so. According to what Huang Ganjun said, Li Moyun has been infatuated with Wen Lingzhao for a long time, often declaring that he would marry no one but her."

"From this, it can be deduced that he plans to eliminate me to seize the opportunity."

Thinking of this, Su Yi couldn’t help but sigh softly.

His nominal wife was truly a source of trouble.

First Wei Zhengyang, then Li Moyun.

Now, in the Tianyuan Academy, she must have attracted countless admirers as a master’s disciple.

"Master, what... what do you plan to do?"

Qing Wan asked timidly.

Su Yi replied casually, "Even if I kill them all, it won’t solve the root problem. After this incident, I am even more determined to dissolve this marriage. Only then can I achieve a permanent solution."

Qing Wan was taken aback and said, "Master, you’re going to divorce your wife?"

"Why not? Or do you think I’m too heartless?"

Su Yi asked in return.

"No."

Qing Wan quickly shook her head.

Su Yi leaned back lazily in his chair and suddenly laughed, saying, "Forget it, today is my birthday, let’s not talk about these depressing things."

He picked up the wine bottle on the table and began to drink alone.

Qing Wan hesitantly asked, "Master, no one is celebrating your birthday today?"

Su Yi shook his head, "I’ve never liked such things."

Qing Wan seemed to gain some courage and said, "Then... can Wan know how old you are today?"

Su Yi replied casually, "If you add them all up, it’s 108,017 years. Hmm, you can consider me 17 years old now."

Qing Wan was taken aback, a bit confused.

But she didn’t ask more, instead, after a long silence, she gathered her courage and said, "Master, Wan... Wan will sing a song for you?"

Su Yi said absentmindedly, "Do as you please."

Under the lamplight, Qing Wan took a deep breath, gently smoothed her blood-red dress, and her rosy lips parted, a melodious and ethereal voice echoing in the room.

"May Master’s life be as constant as the moon, as rising as the sun, as majestic as the southern mountains, unyielding and unbroken, as flourishing as the pine and cypress, all will support you..."

The soft and gentle singing was like a clear stream flowing through a tranquil valley.

Su Yi was initially stunned, then a smile appeared on his lips.

This was an ancient birthday song, and the little girl had put a lot of effort into it.

He drank his wine, listening, feeling at ease.

Outside the window, the night was deep, with a few scattered stars.

Such a night, with Qing Wan’s beautiful and ethereal singing, had a unique charm.

...

On the same night.

The Li family.

Li Moyun clutched the hilt of his sword tightly, his once handsome face twisted with extreme anger and frustration.

He struggled to control his inner rage and frustration, his teeth almost grinding to pieces.

Tonight was supposed to be his best opportunity to hunt. He had already made all the arrangements, planning to kill Su Yi and then leave the city immediately to find Wen Lingzhao at the Tianyuan Academy.

He had even prepared a gift for Wen Lingzhao with great care.

But who would have thought that all his plans would come to naught at the last moment!

Beside him, the old servant whispered, "Young Master, the patriarch said you must leave tonight and not return to Guangling City without orders."

Li Moyun couldn’t control his anger any longer and growled, "So what if that waste of a man has recovered his cultivation and defeated Mo Tianling? Is that enough for Father to drive me away?"

His chest heaved with rapid breaths.

He knew everything that had happened at the Dragon Gate Banquet tonight, and it was precisely because of this that his plan had been thwarted.

The old servant explained in a low voice, "Young Master, the patriarch is not concerned about Su Yi, or Fu Shan, Huang Yunchong, and Nie Beihu. He is worried that in your anger, you might make some rash decisions."

He paused and continued, "As for the plan to kill Su Yi, it can wait. The patriarch said that Su Yi has a secret, and it is this secret that makes Fu Shan and the others value him so much."

"If we act without uncovering this secret, it could bring unforeseen risks to our Li family."

Li Moyun was taken aback and, after a long moment, took a deep breath and said, "I understand. Tell Father I’m heading to Yunhe County!"

With that, he turned and walked out.

"You go and escort the Young Master. Do not delay, and ensure you reach Yunhe County as quickly as possible. Understood?"

The old servant rushed out to instruct the guards waiting outside.

"Yes!"

The guards responded in unison.

Witnessing this, Li Moyun sighed, knowing that his father still didn’t trust him, fearing he might turn back and secretly return to the city to deal with Su Yi.

Riding out to the outskirts of Guangling City, Li Moyun looked back at the tall city gate, his eyes filled with a cold and murderous intent.

"Su Yi, you wait and see!"

In the night, he and his guards galloped away.

...

Tianyuan Academy.

At the top of a verdant mountain peak, there was a natural hot spring pool in front of a pavilion.

The night was deep, and the sky was dotted with stars.

Two graceful figures were soaking in the steaming pool, only their white, slender necks and beautiful faces visible above the water.

Steam rose, and the water rippled.

Wen Lingxue sat on a stone in the pool, comfortably stretching her long, white legs under the water, her delicate and crystal-clear feet playfully splashing the warm water, her bright and lively face showing a look of comfort and relaxation.

Under the misty water, her graceful and well-proportioned body was faintly visible.

"Sister, what did your husband write in the letter he gave you?"

Wen Lingxue raised her white wrist, wiping the fine water droplets from her forehead, and asked in a clear voice.

Beside her, Wen Lingzhao, with her hair tied up, her skin like ice and jade, had a cold and beautiful face that seemed ethereal in the mist.

"Why bring him up?"

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and even in front of her sister, her expression, face, and demeanor still carried a cold and aloof air.

Although she said this, Wen Lingzhao couldn’t help but recall the letter her sister had specially delivered to her a few days ago.

It contained only one sentence:

"I hope you can soon dissolve our marriage. If so, all will be well."

When she first saw it, Wen Lingzhao was stunned, unsure whether Su Yi’s words were sincere or a sarcastic jab.

As Su Yi had said in the letter, she had been diligently cultivating, driven by a deep-seated resentment, striving to gain greater power to truly control her own destiny and break free from the constraints of this marriage!

But Wen Lingzhao hadn’t expected that Su Yi, whom she had always ignored and treated as a stranger, seemed to have guessed some of her thoughts.

If that were the case, it would be fine, but his tone in the letter was unusual.

What did he mean by "all will be well"?

It sounded like a sarcastic remark!

As a result, every time Wen Lingzhao thought about the letter, she felt a strange discomfort.

Steadying her mind, Wen Lingzhao’s clear eyes looked at her sister and said, "I’ve already told our parents that you don’t need to return to Guangling City with them. You will stay in Yunhe County and cultivate at the Qinghe Sword Mansion."

She paused and pondered, "Once I become Master’s formal disciple, I will find a way to get you into the Tianyuan Academy. This way, we can be together for a long time, and I can take care of you."

Her voice carried a subtle hint of tenderness at the end.

"Sister, can I... not agree?"

On the side, Wen Lingxue blinked her watery eyes, looking pitiful.

She didn’t want to stay behind.

"No."

Wen Lingzhao’s clear eyes lifted, gazing at the night sky, "Years ago, I was unfortunately forced to marry a stranger. Lingxue, I will not let you suffer the same fate!"

Her cold tone carried a hint of bitterness and resentment.

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PS: The first volume, "Sword and Rebirth," has ended. Although there are still some flaws in the writing, I am relatively satisfied.

I wonder how everyone