Chapter 10: The Joy of Revenge and Gratitude

The Xuanyuan Sword Sect holds a significant position in the Taiyuan Dynasty, having hosted numerous high-ranking officials and distinguished guests in the past. The appearance of this person at this moment raises the question of whether there is a connection to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. If he is a friend of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, why would he choose to assist me in opposing them?

Is there anything in the world more fragrant and blissful than this

Taking a deep breath, Meng Fuyao did not wish to dwell on this temporarily unsolvable problem any longer. It was evident that this person was not a simple character, and there was nothing to be gained from asking questions. After all, if he wanted to harm himself, a mere flick of his finger would suffice, and there was no need to go through such convoluted means.

The bright moon is in the sky, the gentle breeze is by my side, the mountains and fields are deserted, and a handsome man falls into my embrace

You dare to touch? I will poke you to death.

"You are not allowed to settle personal scores; otherwise, I will deduct three days of your Qilin Red." Yuan Zhaoxu reminded Lord Yuanbao as he chased after him, to which the plump mouse wiggled its short tail in response, leaving one uncertain whether it had agreed or not

The ingot fell into the man's outstretched palm, immediately turned over, and clung to his fingers, crying out in a whimpering manner

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across outside the window. In the brief moment of illumination, the bright white light illuminated her suddenly turned face, distorting her smile into a somewhat sinister expression, imbued with a ghostly chill, which startled Lin Xuanyuan.

Meng Fuyao glared at that guy with disdain. Although she was grateful for his help in getting her out of a predicament, his possessiveness was simply too abnormal

The man in black stared in astonishment as the white figure vanished into the night, genuinely perplexed by his master's actions. The Yuanbao is not an ordinary beast or plaything; it is the "Heavenly Mechanism Divine Mouse" born in the most sacred Evergreen Temple of the Di Zhou Qiong Cang Dynasty, appearing only once every hundred years. It has an exceptionally long lifespan and possesses great spiritual intelligence, with wisdom not inferior to that of humans, as well as the ability to attract good fortune and avoid misfortune. Once it recognizes its master, it remains loyal for life, and ordinary people have never even seen one, let alone possess it. If not for the master's truly special identity, it would be impossible to have one.

Lord Yuanbao turned around, presenting his back to Yuan Zhaoxu

His wide sleeves flutter in the wind, laden with moonlight like scattered silver.

Her figure gradually disappeared along the rugged mountain path, while Yuan Zhao Xue stood behind, smiling with his hands clasped behind his back, deeply gazing at her silhouette

Come, come... Grand Tutor, try the special Bichun tea from Xuan Yuan Mountain again

However, this was not the time for inquiries, and given Pei Yuan's status, even Lin Xuanyuan would not dare to reprimand her too harshly. At that moment, he could only muster his spirits and continue to entertain the guests

Yuan Zhao Xuan turned around, squinting as she gazed into the depths of darkness. The graceful figure of that woman, who dared to love and hate, who dared to accept and confront, had completely vanished into the night. She bore a sword, her hair tied up, exuding an air of sharpness and menace, rushing towards the ostentatious aristocracy that appeared dignified but was internally vile and selfish, rushing towards those who had inflicted harm and insult upon her, preparing for the strike, the blade raised, the blade falling.

A sigh of relief came from below.

He has been entertaining guests for a long time. Although the Grand Tutor of the Infinite Kingdom is quite old, he is still very spirited, managing to chat for several hours. Even after the third watch has passed, he shows no signs of wanting to sleep

Lin Xuanyuan quietly tucked his sleeves, taking advantage of the moment to pour tea, and yawned discreetly without leaving a trace.

Despite being so cautious, Yuan Zhao Xuan seemed to have discovered something. She turned slightly and smiled at the man in black, causing him to bow even deeper before retreating into the darkness

There are matters that must be addressed at hand

Lin Xuanyuan covered his face with his sleeves, his gaze impatiently scanning below. Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of the fourth disciple sneaking in through the side door of the hall, and he couldn't help but be taken aback

"No need to urge me, I will be there shortly." Yuan Zhao Xuan seemed to know what the other party was about to say, waved his hand, and after a moment of thought, turned his head to the Lord Yuan Bao who was standing on his shoulder and said, "Hey, should we go check on her?"

There is nothing more unsightly and shameless than this in the world

In the main hall of Xuanyuan Mountain Villa, illuminated by the flickering light of butter candles, an elderly couple smiled at each other, exchanging polite gestures with elegance. Their conversation flowed with countless rounds of empty pleasantries, seemingly oblivious to the deepening night and the disciples below who were yawning incessantly.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from somewhere, causing the shadows of the candles on the ground to flicker. The old tutor abruptly fell silent, chuckled, took a sip of tea, and as if suddenly remembering, said, "Oh dear, I was so engrossed in conversation with the sect leader that I completely lost track of time..."

Before Lin Xuanyuan could finish his thought, a flash of red appeared at the side door. It was Pei Yuan, still exuding an air of noble pride, leaning against the door frame, slowly adjusting her sleeves. Her expression was calm, but to the old fox Lin Xuanyuan, it seemed that there was a hint of hostility hidden between her brows.

With a flick of the fingers, several steel needles are fastened, glinting brightly hidden within the gaps of the fingers

Meng Fuyao does not dwell on matters beyond her control, and she will not allow those who harm her to go unpunished

Her gaze passed over the spoiled, coy fat mouse and landed on the man. Having roamed the rivers and lakes for many years, Meng Fuyao considered herself somewhat discerning. Although this person spoke in a flirtatious manner, there was no hint of lewdness in his brows and eyes. He exuded a refined and elegant demeanor, and there was not a trace of wickedness in his gaze

Meng Fuyao coldly smiled as she meticulously coated the dagger layer by layer

Thoughts swirling in the mind a hundred times, yet not daring to reveal even a hint on the face. Having followed the master for many years, the man in black is well aware of the master's crystal-clear heart. In the presence of his astute and penetrating gaze, even the slightest movement of an eyebrow could lead him to discern one's thoughts

The man smiled at her while holding his knees with both hands, his gaze revealing a hint of admiration.

Meng Fuyao tossed the dagger in her palm, feeling a bit regretful that she had no poison on her. However, Pei Yuan, you pride yourself on your unparalleled beauty, your complexion as pure as snow. How many men swarm around you like bees, calling you "Jade Girl"? If the Jade Girl were to bear a few wounds emitting a foul stench, driving away those butterflies and flowers, would you still maintain that aristocratic, hypocritical smile of yours?

The Grand Tutor, in his advanced years, remains vigorous and impressive, captivating all with his charm, ha ha ha ... ...

That girl just now... Could it be...

Adjusting her breath and tidying her sleeves, Meng Fuyao neatly secured her entire body. She also casually took out something from her bosom to apply on her dagger.

You may call me Zhao Xuan, Yuan Zhao Xuan. The smile in Yuan Zhao Xuan's eyes resembled a touch of spring breeze; as her gaze shifted, it seemed as if the flowing water could reverse its course, and in an instant, the deep snow melted away

In an instant, Meng Fuyao's expression underwent a rapid transformation through various shades of red—bright red, deep red, light red—before finally returning to its normal color. She cast a sidelong glance at the shameless beauty across from her, straightened her posture, and said with a serious tone, "Since you insist, I shall reluctantly comply."

Lin Xuanyuan quickly stood up and said, "Yes, yes, Your Excellency the Grand Tutor possesses remarkable insight. I was so captivated by your words that I completely forgot to arrange for your rest. This is a grave oversight. Someone, please take His Excellency to the inner courtyard for accommodations..."

Such a treasure, the master just casually sent it out like this

Lifting the tea cup a little higher to shield his gaze, Lin Xuanyuan silently wondered in his heart, what just happened? Why do both of my disciples look so unusual?

This fellow, wasn't he instructed to guard Meng Fuyao? Why has he returned looking so flustered?

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Meng Fuyao immediately struck Lord Yuanbao with a palm, sending him tumbling back three zhang in the process

It is a juice extracted from the "Non-Harm Flower" produced in the Kingdom of Qingzhou Fufeng. This juice is non-toxic; however, once it enters a wound, it can cause the wound to become ulcerated and difficult to heal.

Did he really only intervene to help because he saw Pei Yuan secretly plotting against him?

After returning, I will treat you to a late-night snack, three Kirin Reds

Too ... ...

Before Meng Fuyao had the chance to push him down and stab him to death, Lord Yuanbao suddenly came rushing in from an unknown corner, leaping into the air and performing a "full backflip with a split of one hundred eighty degrees," his four paws wide open, landing squarely on the faces of the two.

Lord Yuanbao continued to maintain his posture with his back turned and his rear facing the sky, yet he obediently climbed down from his shoulder

The five continents of Qing, Yi, Heng, Ming, and Di, along with the seven great nations of Tian Sha, Wu Ji, Fu Feng, Qiong Cang, Tai Yuan, Xuan Ji, and Xuan Yuan, where Tian Sha is warlike, Wu Ji values talent, Tai Yuan emphasizes martial prowess, Xuan Ji prioritizes wisdom, Fu Feng values virtue, and Xuan Yuan excels in ancient arcane arts, Qiong Cang ...

The elderly Grand Tutor of the Wujiguo, with his white hair, was a renowned master of emperors in his time, and he was even more famous for being the tutor of the extraordinarily talented prince of Wujiguo. One would expect that at such an advanced age, his spirit would be lacking; however, the Grand Tutor, despite his dark circles under his eyes, persistently engaged in an endless stream of conversation with his yawning master.

He turned his head towards the picture book, gazing at the torrential rain pouring down outside the hall, and murmured in slight surprise, "It is raining..."

As Meng Fuyao prepared everything, he stood up, pointed towards the direction of Xuan Yuan Mountain Villa, and said with a smile, "You probably do not know that your Sword Sect has a secret passage. By entering there, you can avoid many of the guards at the villa. Moreover," his expression suddenly became a bit strange, "your master and the other senior brothers and sisters are currently in the front hall entertaining the Grand Tutor of the Wuji Kingdom. You can first hide in Pei Yuan's room.

However, the fate of the master is not said to be ... ...

Behind him, where there was originally a rocky area, a slender black shadow quietly emerged at some unknown time. This shadow stood three feet away from Yuan Zhao Xue, bowing its head and bending its body in a respectful posture

The two individuals who were just about to sneak away froze in their steps. Turning around, Pei Yuan cast a glance with her eyes, slowly turning to face Lin Xuanyuan, who was staring at her in confusion, and smiled calmly.

"How do you know?" Meng Fuyao glanced at him sideways, "Who are you?"

Yuan Zhao Xue gently turned her head back, and with just a glance, the other party immediately felt a chill and hurriedly fell silent

The old master swayed as he left, and the disciples immediately scattered like birds and beasts. Lin Xuanyuan stood in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze shifting. Suddenly, he called out, "Fourth Brother, Yuan'er!"

With both hands grasping, both cheeks touching, the fat mouse emerges, pushing left and blocking right

Life is full of entanglements, the affairs of the world are fraught with hardships and trials, how many can truly relish the matters of love and enmity... After a long while, a soft sigh escapes, gently dissipating into the meandering night breeze

Yuan Zhao Xu?" Meng Fu Yao murmured this name, feeling an inexplicable familiarity, as if she had heard it somewhere before. For a moment, however, she could not recall where, so she could only nod slightly and stride in the direction pointed out by Yuan Zhao Xu.

... ...

The master of the Lin family is a generation of sword sect, embodying the demeanor of a great person, hahahaha