I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 192 A Love Letter

To explain why there's always one player missing in Bai Xuan's room.

This needs to be explained half an hour earlier.

In the White Plum School, true disciples all have their own small courtyard.

As the sect leader's true disciple, Fan Qingshuang held a very high position. Coupled with her special physique and ranking fourth on the Crouching Dragon List, she was greatly respected by the other disciples. She rarely left her own little territory and usually went out with her master to collect the girls, just like catching Pokémon.

She has always been elusive and unpredictable within the White Plum School.

Throughout today's sword-fighting tournament, she remained hidden in the shadows, secretly observing the proceedings...

With her small mind, Fan Qing Shuang naturally couldn't think of how to get close to a strange man.

Her method was simple: she carried a basket of fruit and proactively went to their door.

The fruit basket was placed in Bai Xuan's room. Then she remembered that the chicken legs were also braised, so she went back to get them.

This back-and-forth movement creates a time difference of about ten minutes.

During those ten minutes, Xi Qingqing also arrived at Bai Xuan's room.

She had no desire to sleep through the long night and dared not wander around the White Plum Sect's territory, so she could only visit other sects and stroll around.

Having just come out of Ning Jianshuang's room, I saw that Ning Jianshuang was handling some business, so I didn't have the nerve to bother her.

I don't know many people, so how could I possibly knock on the door of Zhuquejian or Xu Tingfeng's room?

It's likely that after the money was knocked on, the two men's first reaction was to clutch their wallets, fearing that the female bandit would try to extort money from them under some pretext.

Xi Qingqing said that she was not actually that bad. Her business has always been sustainable and exploitative. She would raise a fat sheep for at least half a month after slaughtering it.

In the end, I could only run to Bai Xuan's room. I happened to see him leaving, and without thinking much, I pushed the door open and went in to wait for Bai Xuan to come back.

His attitude was so natural, as if he were back in his own home, highlighting a sense of relaxation.

—Hey buddy, we're practically family.
Bai Xuan could always see a sense of déjà vu about the light industry in Northeast China in Xi Qingqing.

That deep brotherhood might have originated from this.

Xi Qingqing saw the fruit basket in the room, and without thinking, she picked up a cucumber, wiped it, and started eating it. She didn't even consider why only Bai Xuan's room had a fruit basket and not the others' rooms—even if she had, she would have assumed that it must have been left by some fangirl, and she felt no guilt about eating and drinking for free.

Then... while sneaking a bite, she bumped into Fan Qingshuang, who was walking in carrying a paper bag containing braised chicken legs.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly became subtly awkward.

Fan Qingshuang instantly recalled her experience of chasing the chicken leg thief last night.

The girl, who always had a blank expression, widened her eyes slightly at this moment.

You dare to steal food once, and then steal it a second time?
And both times were in person?

Fan Qingshuang couldn't help but draw her sword.

Sensing the danger to her life, Xi Qingqing immediately became alert and held a peach blossom branch between her fingers.

The female bandit thought to herself: Damn it, all I did was steal a few chicken legs yesterday! Why are you still holding a grudge against me? Are your chicken legs made of gold?

Fan Qingshuang said coldly, "You actually dared to steal food..."

"That's hilarious! I call this taking, not stealing!" Xi Qingqing said defiantly, "Why can't I eat the things in his room? I'll eat them if I want! Are you the Minister of Rites? Why are you meddling so much?"

Fan Qingshuang was not good with words; all she knew how to do was make chicken legs and chop people up.

"Those who steal food deserve to die."

The two women instantly reached a consensus that they had to fight.

The war is about to start.

"If you want to fight, go outside and fight." Xi Qingqing felt that she couldn't fight freely here.

"Good!" Fan Qingshuang was never inferior to anyone in her life.

The second and fourth ranked members of the Crouching Dragon List flew into the forest one after the other and clashed on the treetops.

The peach blossoms mingled with the flashing swords, creating quite a commotion.

It immediately attracted a crowd of onlookers.

Xu Tingfeng curiously opened the window to see what was going on. Although he was blind, he still kindly advised, "Aren't you going to sleep at night? Can you please stop fighting? Let's all try to maintain peace!"

"What does it have to do with you!"

"Climb for me!"

Two reprimands.

Xu Tingfeng awkwardly closed the window. He couldn't afford to offend them... These two women were ruthless characters.

The Vermilion Bird Sword simply played dead, as if it hadn't heard any fighting at all, and hung up the truce sign early on.

After the fight started, both sides realized that they were not easy opponents. Last night the fight ended in a draw, and today it was the same.

Xi Qingqing frowned: "Who exactly are you? At your age and with your strength, you don't seem like an unknown person."

Fan Qingshuang said, "I know you, the demoness Xi Qingqing from the Demonic Sect... You're not a good person, stay away from her."

"Ha!" Xi Qingqing laughed out of speechlessness: "You're so young but so arrogant. I've never listened to anyone in my life. You're all about rebellion. I've known him longer than you have. What nonsense are you talking about!"

Fan Qingshuang knew she couldn't persuade the other party, so she remained silent and only kept swinging her sword.

Sword energy and peach blossoms mingled in the air.

Xi Qingqing also thought quickly and, after eliminating possibilities, figured out who the other person was: "I guessed who you are. You have this swordsmanship but are not very famous in the martial arts world, and you don't even have many achievements. You are in the White Plum Sect. You are Fan Qingshuang."

"The top disciple of the White Plum School actually went to a man's room late at night. How shameless!"

Fan Qingshuang coldly replied, "You are the same."

Xi Qingqing chuckled, "I'm a vixen, I can be shameless, so are you shameless too?"

As long as she lowers her own moral standards, no one can morally blackmail her. What's the point of talking about propriety and shame with a female bandit?
"Shameless." Fan Qingshuang unleashed hundreds of sword energies: "Thief."

"What thief? Did I eat your rice?"

"You stole the chicken leg I made!"

"So it was you who made this~ But the taste of this chicken leg is absolutely delicious."

"Look at the sword!"

"You are anxious, you are anxious!"

Xi Qingqing waved the peach blossom branch, and the scattered peach petals swallowed the sword energy. Peach blossoms fluttered in the trees, creating a breathtaking scene.

In the verbal dispute, Xi Qingqing currently has the upper hand.

Fan Qingshuang was clumsy with words, but she was quick-witted. Suddenly, she said, "This is the White Plum Sect. Now that the Sword Tournament has ended, as a true disciple, I have the right to expel you."

Xi Qingqing stood atop a tree branch, her clothes fluttering in the wind: "You can try. I don't care what you plan to do, but you can see if he will agree. I never thought the White Plum Sect would be so petty. A prestigious sect bullying a weak woman like me with no background. The promise of girls helping girls was all a lie."

"Say what you will!" Fan Qingshuang said.

"That's really unreasonable." Xi Qingqing's eyes were strange: "You don't happen to like him, so you're jealous that I can eat and live with him at will, do you?"

She felt she had found the key to the problem.

Fan Qingshuang retorted directly with a question: "What is liking?"

Xi Qingqing asked, "Do you want to sleep with him?"

"Do not want to."

Do you want to kiss him?

"Do not want to."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I'll treat him to a chicken leg," Fan Qingshuang thought to herself, and then she'd get a reward.

"Are you sick?" Xi Qingqing said, unable to understand.

Fan Qingshuang nodded: "I am sick."

Xi Qingqing: “…”

I can't talk anymore today.

This fight was completely inexplicable.

I thought I'd run into a fangirl of Bai Xuan, but this doesn't look like it.

Just then, a voice came from below: "Come down when you've had enough."

Ning Jianshuang stood in the corridor: "I know you guys are energetic, but perhaps a little too energetic."

"Did I disturb you?" Xi Qingqing asked as she floated down the corridor.

“It would be better if you could keep your voices down,” Ning Jianshuang said, taking a letter out of her sleeve. “This is the letter I just saw.”

"What letter?" Xi Qingqing asked, then caught a whiff of the rouge scent on the letter.

"A love letter," Ning Jianshuang replied.

"A love letter for you?" Xi Qingqing asked tentatively, "Has Sister Ning's charm finally overcome even the barrier of gender?"

"It wasn't for me, it was for Erlang," Ning Jianshuang said. "I saw it through the crack in the door... Neither of you noticed?"

"I saw the fruit basket right then." Xi Qingqing hadn't actually noticed it.

“Girls these days are bolder than I imagined.” Ning Jianshuang waved the letter: “Knowing full well that Erlang is engaged, she still dared to send him a love letter.”

"Did you read the contents?" Ning Jianshuang shook her head: "That's impolite."

"so?"

"Let's show the letter to Erlang when he gets back," Ning Jianshuang said casually. "You all shouldn't fight anymore. Just go inside and wait for him to come back. Wouldn't it be better to resolve any conflicts through conversation?"

“I have no objection,” Xi Qingqing agreed.

"I'm here to deliver chicken legs," Fan Qingshuang said.

"Since you're already here, come in and have a seat." Ning Jianshuang entered the room first.

The three of them sat down in their respective seats.

When Bai Xuan returned, he looked up and saw the three women sitting in chairs, giving him the illusion of facing the three admirals of the Navy.

……

After understanding the whole story.

Bai Xuan looked at the fruit basket, the chicken leg, and the letter in his hand.

I've only been gone a short time, and yet all this has happened.

"So, you've all gathered here late at night just to find out who sent the letter?"

"Yes," Xi Qingqing replied crisply, making no attempt to hide her desire to gossip.

"I'm here to deliver chicken legs and fruit," Fan Qingshuang explained softly. The dried fruit girl didn't know how she ended up sitting there.

"Open the envelope and take a look." Ning Jianshuang rested her chin on her hand. "I'm very curious which brave girl would secretly slip you a love letter late at night."

Bai Xuan flicked his finger, unleashing sword energy that cleaved the envelope, and retrieved three sheets of paper containing over a thousand words.

He didn't rush to read the contents of the letter, but instead looked directly at the signature at the end.

The letter was signed with the name of the person who wrote it.

—Qin Xiaochun
(End of this chapter)