Chapter 54

Chapter 53: The Fairy Who Walks on the Moon

Shuisheng was terrified, her face losing all color. As the saying goes, a governor can ruin a family, and a county magistrate can destroy a clan. Although her father had a slight reputation in the martial world, if the imperial court truly intended to deal with the Shui family, they would likely be doomed.

Song Qingshu was also stunned. He had thought that Wei Xiaobao, being a coward, would let Shuisheng go, but he never expected this turn of events.

Seeing that Shuisheng was sufficiently frightened, Wei Xiaobao chuckled and changed his tone, "However, if you become Brother Song's maid, I will, for Brother Song's sake, not pursue the Shui family's crimes. The choice is yours."

Shuisheng's face was a mix of emotions. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said unwillingly, "I'll be a maid!"

"That's the right decision," Wei Xiaobao said, satisfied, and gestured to Song Qingshu, "Brother Song, come, let's continue drinking."

Song Qingshu gave Shuisheng a wry smile and resumed drinking with Wei Xiaobao.

That night, the group stayed at the Yuhua Pavilion. The local governor, worried about Wei Xiaobao's safety, had the entire pavilion reserved for the delegation and stationed a heavy guard around it to prevent any assassins from returning.

When Song Qingshu returned to his room slightly tipsy, he found Shuisheng sitting on the bed, her acupoints sealed. She looked up in alarm when she heard the door open, her eyes filled with fear and timidity.

"Zhang Kangnian and his lackeys may not be skilled in martial arts, but they certainly know how to be considerate," Song Qingshu thought, quickly realizing that this must be their doing.

"Such thoughtfulness, even coming to warm my bed for me?" Song Qingshu sat down at the table in the middle of the room, poured a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp, feeling instantly refreshed.

"Pervert!" Shuisheng glared at him with hatred.

Song Qingshu laughed, stood up, and approached Shuisheng. As he sat down, he could feel her body tremble slightly. "You women are so foolish. Insults like that only stir a man's desire to conquer."

Emboldened by the alcohol, Song Qingshu reached out and touched her cheek, finding it smooth and inviting.

"Ah!" Shuisheng cried out in alarm, her voice filled with fear, "Don't touch me!"

Song Qingshu was startled and quickly sobered up, wondering what had come over him. Could it be that he hadn't had a woman in too long?

Riding horses frequently had not given Shuisheng bowlegs, and Song Qingshu felt an evil little devil in his heart urging him: pounce on her, pin her down, tear her clothes, and enjoy her...

Song Qingshu felt a certain part of his body rise, and he quickly jumped up, sitting back on the chair in the middle of the room.

He didn't want to be a saint, but he had just heard that a powerful martial artist had broken through the layers of guards and entered the Yuhua Pavilion.

To calm his body and prepare for the impending enemy, Song Qingshu drank another cup of tea and turned to Shuisheng, who was still trembling with relief at her narrow escape. "Miss Shui, you don't need to be so afraid of me."

Shuisheng turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge him, but she was inwardly furious. As a woman, how could she not be afraid of him?

"Miss Shui, I'm in a good mood today. I'll teach you a way to protect your virtue. Do you want to hear it?" Feeling the small bulge in his pants still standing, Song Qingshu sighed and decided to use his ultimate move.

Although she didn't believe he could be so kind, Shuisheng was curious and turned her head. "What method?"

"When a bad person tries to take off your clothes, you should time it right and let out a fart. No one will want you after that." Song Qingshu sighed in relief as the small bulge finally subsided.

...

Shuisheng felt a wave of nausea and almost vomited, glaring at Song Qingshu with hatred. "Disgusting, despicable, shameless..."

"I've said my piece. Miss Shui, you can choose whether to value your image or your virtue." Song Qingshu laughed, picked up a wooden sword, and went to the window, pushing it open to look outside.

In the darkness, a graceful figure approached, and from the beautiful, slender silhouette, Song Qingshu knew it must be a young woman.

"Who could this young woman with such remarkable martial arts be?" Song Qingshu thought, carefully pondering.

The woman's lightness was extraordinary, and she landed without making a sound. If not for Song Qingshu's profound internal energy, he wouldn't have detected the subtle movement.

Suddenly, the clouds parted, and a sliver of moonlight illuminated half of the woman's face. Song Qingshu saw her eyes sparkling, her skin fair and smooth, and her beauty unparalleled.

"Between heaven and earth, above the mortal world!" Song Qingshu stared at her in a daze, muttering, "Could it be a fairy descending from the heavens?"

However, Song Qingshu quickly dismissed the thought. The woman, who seemed like a fairy, quietly approached Wei Xiaobao's room, her movements ruthless. A few guards didn't even have time to groan before she silenced them with a single sword strike.

"How ruthless!" Song Qingshu muttered, seeing her about to burst into Wei Xiaobao's room. He quickly gathered his internal energy and struck the wooden sword's hilt with his palm.

Just as the woman was about to break in, she heard a sharp whistling sound and quickly flipped back, retreating three feet.

Seeing Song Qingshu emerge from the room and the wooden sword embedded in the pillar, the woman's expression turned serious.

"Miss, you walk on the moon like a fairy. You are a beautiful person, but why..." Before he could finish the word "thief," Song Qingshu noticed a cloud of poison needles flying towards him and leaped into the air, escaping the danger.

Before Song Qingshu could catch his breath, the woman was already attacking him. Her thin, needle-like sword targeted several vital points on his lower body.

After mastering the Five Mountains Sword Technique and defeating the Sword Saint Feng Qingyang, Song Qingshu's sword skills had reached the level of a master. He saw that although her sword technique was fierce, it was not without patterns.

He sank his internal energy into his dantian, performed a mid-air somersault, and used the "Dragon Tail" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, kicking the woman's wrist. However, he didn't want to harm this fairy-like figure and deliberately held back his strength.

The woman was also surprised. At the last moment, she deflected his kick with her left hand from an impossible angle, and they separated instantly.

Song Qingshu was greatly surprised. His timing and force were perfect, and he thought the woman would have to drop her sword. He never expected her to be able to dodge.

Although the woman managed to counter Song Qingshu's attack, she was forced back into the courtyard by the shock. By then, the guards had been alerted and surrounded her with their weapons drawn.

Chapter 54: The Sword of Flirtatious Glances

Surrounded by guards, the woman was calm and graceful, her steps elegant. The guards' weapons all missed her, but each of her strikes took a life.

Wei Xiaobao, who had been alerted, was protected by Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian. He watched in fear, "Hurry, hurry, this woman is here to kill me. Zhang Kangnian and his flatterers are useless when it comes to real danger."

Seeing Song Qingshu by his side, Wei Xiaobao felt slightly reassured. Despite the shock, the woman's beauty left no impression on him; he only hoped to be protected.

As more guards arrived, the woman realized the situation was hopeless and decided to leave. Song Qingshu, seeing her intention, smiled and was about to help her when he noticed a pair of archers approaching.

Song Qingshu was alarmed. He hadn't expected the governor of Jinling to go to such lengths. Archers were the most effective weapon against martial artists. Unless you were a godlike expert, you would be turned into a pincushion by the rain of arrows.

Song Qingshu couldn't bear to see this fairy-like figure die here. He quickly pulled the wooden sword from the pillar and shouted, "Thief, you can't escape!" as he charged forward.

The woman also noticed the archers and was anxious. Seeing the young man with profound martial arts skills charging towards her, she felt a sense of despair, knowing that today might be her end.

She had recently had a series of fortunate encounters, greatly improving her martial arts. She had learned that Wei Xiaobao had no top-tier experts under him and thought she could kill him and leave without a trace. But she had encountered Song Qingshu and was now trapped.

Song Qingshu's wooden sword technique was exquisite, and the surrounding guards were in awe. Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian explained to Wei Xiaobao:

"Lord Wei, Master Song's sword technique is truly miraculous. Ordinary moves can force the enemy into a panic..."

"Indeed, the woman's sword is extraordinary, but it can't even scratch Master Song's wooden sword, showing how powerful his internal energy is."

"Master Song's technique is so refined that his wooden sword never touches the woman's blade, always finding a weakness to strike her vital points..."

Wei Xiaobao wiped his sweat, "Damn, this mission is cursed. I need to go to the temple and make more offerings to ask the Buddha for protection. Fortunately, I have Brother Song on my side..."

The conversation between Zhang and Zhao reached the ears of the soldiers in the courtyard, who nodded in agreement, even more impressed by Song Qingshu's skill with the wooden sword.

However, the woman in the middle of the battle had a different experience. Surrounded by guards, she remained calm, her steps graceful. The guards' weapons missed her, but each of her strikes took a life.

Wei Xiaobao, who had been alerted, was protected by Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian. He watched in fear, "Hurry, hurry, this woman is here to kill me. Zhang Kangnian and his flatterers are useless when it comes to real danger."

Seeing Song Qingshu by his side, Wei Xiaobao felt slightly reassured. Despite the shock, the woman's beauty left no impression on him; he only hoped to be protected.

As more guards arrived, the woman realized the situation was hopeless and decided to leave. Song Qingshu, seeing her intention, smiled and was about to help her when he noticed a pair of archers approaching.

Song Qingshu was alarmed. He hadn't expected the governor of Jinling to go to such lengths. Archers were the most effective weapon against martial artists. Unless you were a godlike expert, you would be turned into a pincushion by the rain of arrows.

Song Qingshu couldn't bear to see this fairy-like figure die here. He quickly pulled the wooden sword from the pillar and shouted, "Thief, you can't escape!" as he charged forward.

The woman also noticed the archers and was anxious. Seeing the young man with profound martial arts skills charging towards her, she felt a sense of despair, knowing that today might be her end.

She had recently had a series of fortunate encounters, greatly improving her martial arts. She had learned that Wei Xiaobao had no top-tier experts under him and thought she could kill him and leave without a trace. But she had encountered Song Qingshu and was now trapped.

Song Qingshu's wooden sword technique was exquisite, and the surrounding guards were in awe. Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian explained to Wei Xiaobao:

"Lord Wei, Master Song's sword technique is truly miraculous. Ordinary moves can force the enemy into a panic..."

"Indeed, the woman's sword is extraordinary, but it can't even scratch Master Song's wooden sword, showing how powerful his internal energy is."

"Master Song's technique is so refined that his wooden sword never touches the woman's blade, always finding a weakness to strike her vital points..."

Wei Xiaobao wiped his sweat, "Damn, this mission is cursed. I need to go to the temple and make more offerings to ask the Buddha for protection. Fortunately, I have Brother Song on my side..."

The conversation between Zhang and Zhao reached the ears of the soldiers in the courtyard, who nodded in agreement, even more impressed by Song Qingshu's skill with the wooden sword.

However, the woman in the middle of the battle had a different experience. Surrounded by guards, she remained calm, her steps graceful. The guards' weapons missed her, but each of her strikes took a life.

Wei Xiaobao, who had been alerted, was protected by Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian. He watched in fear, "Hurry, hurry, this woman is here to kill me. Zhang Kangnian and his flatterers are useless when it comes to real danger."

Seeing Song Qingshu by his side, Wei Xiaobao felt slightly reassured. Despite the shock, the woman's beauty left no impression on him; he only hoped to be protected.

As more guards arrived, the woman realized the situation was hopeless and decided to leave. Song Qingshu, seeing her intention, smiled and was about to help her when he noticed a pair of archers approaching.

Song Qingshu was alarmed. He hadn't expected the governor of Jinling to go to such lengths. Archers were the most effective weapon against martial artists. Unless you were a godlike expert, you would be turned into a pincushion by the rain of arrows.

Song Qingshu couldn't bear to see this fairy-like figure die here. He quickly pulled the wooden sword from the pillar and shouted, "Thief, you can't escape!" as he charged forward.

The woman also noticed the archers and was anxious. Seeing the young man with profound martial arts skills charging towards her, she felt a sense of despair, knowing that today might be her end.

She had recently had a series of fortunate encounters, greatly improving her martial arts. She had learned that Wei Xiaobao had no top-tier experts under him and thought she could kill him and leave without a trace. But she had encountered Song Qingshu and was now trapped.

Song Qingshu's wooden sword technique was exquisite, and the surrounding guards were in awe. Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian explained to Wei Xiaobao:

"Lord Wei, Master Song's sword technique is truly miraculous. Ordinary moves can force the enemy into a panic..."

"Indeed, the woman's sword is extraordinary, but it can't even scratch Master Song's wooden sword, showing how powerful his internal energy is."

"Master Song's technique is so refined that his wooden sword never touches the woman's blade, always finding a weakness to strike her vital points..."

Wei Xiaobao wiped his sweat, "Damn, this mission is cursed. I need to go to the temple and make more offerings to ask the Buddha for protection. Fortunately, I have Brother Song on my side..."

The conversation between Zhang and Zhao reached the ears of the soldiers in the courtyard, who nodded in agreement, even more impressed by Song Qingshu's skill with the wooden sword.

However, the woman in the middle of the battle had a different experience. Surrounded by guards, she remained calm, her steps graceful. The guards' weapons missed her, but each of her strikes took a life.

Wei Xiaobao, who had been alerted, was protected by Zhang Kangnian and Zhao Qixian. He watched in fear, "Hurry, hurry, this woman is here to kill me. Zhang Kangnian and his flatterers are useless when it comes to real danger."

Seeing Song Qingshu by his side, Wei Xiaobao felt slightly reassured. Despite the shock, the woman's beauty left no impression on him; he only hoped to be protected.

As more guards arrived, the woman realized the situation was hopeless and decided to leave. Song Qingshu, seeing her intention, smiled and was about to help her when he noticed a pair of archers approaching.

Song Qingshu was alarmed. He hadn't expected the governor of Jinling to go to such lengths. Archers were the most effective weapon against martial artists. Unless you were a godlike expert, you would be turned into a pincushion by the rain of arrows.

Song Qingshu couldn't bear to see this fairy-like figure die here. He quickly pulled the wooden sword from the pillar and shouted, "Thief, you can't escape!" as he charged forward.

The woman also noticed the archers and was anxious. Seeing the young man with profound martial arts skills charging towards her, she felt a sense of despair,