Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 103 Beautiful Women, Fleeting Years

"I am fine."

As the [Little Pure Sound Mantra] resounded in my ears.

The bloodshot in Lu Wubing's eyes gradually faded.

Of course, it wasn't Ouyang Lan's incantation that had the effect.

Instead, as she chanted the incantation, Lu Wubing silently recited it in his heart, as if a clear spring had flowed into his heart.

The lingering resentment, violence, and aloofness that had just been there quietly faded away without a trace.

Beautiful as flowers, fleeting as water.

This world is so beautiful, how could I bear to leave it?

Lu Wubing looked up at the sky, his bewildered gaze gradually turning into one of intoxication.

Feeling the warmth and softness of her embrace.

That kind of chewy and soft texture.

It was exceptionally intoxicating.

A sweet aroma filled the air.

It's not the fragrance of flowers, but it smells even better than flowers.

"what."

As Ouyang Lan continued to shake, she realized something was wrong.

She quickly jumped away, smiled and said, "Little Lu, you're still so unserious."

"It's mainly because the kitten often jumps into my arms like this, and it does feel quite comfortable, so I lost my composure for a moment."

"Oh dear, junior brother, you even have designs on kittens?"

Ouyang Lan was shocked.

"Meow!"

The cat, who had been watching happily with its head tilted to the side, suddenly trembled and slid down the small mound upon hearing this, its eyes filled with terror.

Lu Wubing glanced at his senior sister, then at the kitten, his face burning with embarrassment. He gritted his teeth and thought to himself, "If I don't discipline him for three days, he'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles!"

"Sister..."

He rushed forward and, before Senior Sister Xiaolan could dodge, grabbed her in one arm.

Ouyang Lan felt a surge of shyness and was about to resist when she heard a whisper: "Senior Sister Xiao Lan, I thought I would never see you again."

Her heart skipped a beat, her body went limp, she tiptoed slightly, pouted her lips, and gently pecked her junior brother on the cheek, her voice becoming as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "I knew you would come to save me."

"Xiaolan..."

A furious roar came from behind, the sound of clothes tearing through the air like the sharp whistle of a crossbow bolt...

The two trembled and quickly separated.

Turning my head, I saw trees in the distance falling and exploding, and a sword light carrying a strong killing intent whistled towards me.

The newcomer was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, with delicate eyebrows and phoenix eyes. He exuded a fierce and imposing aura, and it was none other than Qin Huaiying.

"mother……"

With tears in her eyes, Ouyang Lan buried her face in her mother's arms.

"If it weren't for my junior brother arriving in time, my daughter would never have seen you."

"Who is it?"

Qin Huaiying gently stroked her daughter's hair, before she could speak.

A figure in blue flashed beside him and appeared, asking a question.

Ouyang Zheng's footwork was clearly already at a level of perfection, and his internal energy was extremely powerful and vast.

He actually used the exquisite and ingenious "Square Inch Step" to achieve the effect of "Shrinking the Earth to an Inch".

The previous step, still several dozen feet away, was taken in a single stride.

No wonder he was able to launch a sneak attack on Lianhua Laomo, a Xiantian master of the Hehuan Sect.

He excelled in all three areas—lightness skill, internal energy cultivation, and swordsmanship—with no weaknesses whatsoever.

It can be said that, apart from not meeting the standard in terms of spiritual martial intent and not converting the internal energy into innate true qi, his other qualities are no worse than those of experts who have just broken through to the innate realm.

In some aspects, it is even better.

"Junior Brother Chen?"

He used his sword to lift the mask from the gaunt man in black, and his gaze fell on the man's bushy eyebrows for only a moment before his pupils contracted, his eyes filled with deep sorrow.

"Our master never mistreated them in the slightest, so why has this happened?"

“Senior brother, everyone has their own ambitions, and we cannot force them. Since they have chosen to betray us, it must be because someone offered them better terms. If that’s the case, if we meet again, we can simply draw our swords.” Qin Huaiying’s tone was firm and resolute.

This time, the other party actually took advantage of the chaos at Tianxing Peak to launch a sneak attack on his own daughter, which has crossed the line.

She wished she could take up a three-foot sword and kill all these guys.

Where is even a trace of camaraderie among fellow disciples?

“It’s good that he killed Wu Bing. These bastards are worse than pigs and dogs. There’s no need to treat them as fellow disciples. We should take action when necessary.”

"Yes, Master Wife."

Lu Wubing had a feeling that his master's wife, who had just rushed over, had probably already seen him embracing his senior sister Xiaolan.

Otherwise, why would she yell so loudly?

Moreover, the way his master's wife looked at him was very strange, and it was also tinged with a hint of complexity.

It's just like the way a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law in the legends.

“This person doesn’t seem to be one of the junior disciples who came down the mountain. However, his hands are large and his bones are strong. He is also using such a wide-bladed sword. Even if he is not one of the junior disciples from that time, he must have learned the Fulong Sword and mastered seven-tenths of its essence.”

At this point, Ouyang Zheng's expression grew even colder and more solemn.

His worst fears came true.

At this crucial juncture, as the Three Lineages Grand Competition is about to commence.

Two experts, seemingly former disciples of the Tianxing Sect, have come to steal from the mountain.

Most importantly, the one who died at the very front, whose forehead was blasted open by the sword energy, had a long sword in his hand that gleamed with a reddish-gold color, and a charred sun pattern on the tiger's mouth.

"It's Crimson Feather, ranked seventh among the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagles of the Purple Sun Sect..."

The couple looked at each other, both feeling incredibly overwhelmed.

The appearance of those two suspected "traitors" still leaves people wondering what strange things might be going on.

So, the fact that [Red Feather] died here already says a lot.

The people known as "Burning Sky Ten Suns" and "Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagles" are the most elite elders and disciples of the Ziyang Sect, and the backbone of the Three Divine Peaks.

The seventh of the Thirteen Eagles, [Red Feather], would be considered one of the nine top disciples on Tianxing Peak.

Although his martial arts skills were slightly weaker than Yue Lingfeng's, they were comparable to Tie Zhongshan and far superior to Wu Yunchong's.

He possesses peak fifth-grade cultivation and fourth-grade combat strength.

With such cultivation and combat prowess, one could easily stand alone in the martial arts world.

The Ziyang Sect would never consider this person a pawn to be discarded.

It can be concluded that this was an arrangement made by the higher-ups of the Ziyang Sect.

Perhaps this operation was led by this "Red Feather" eagle.

So why would they attack their own daughter?
Is it an attempt to unsettle the eldest disciple and cause the Three Sects Grand Competition to go to another sect... or is it a direct attack on himself?
"Search them for any tokens they have, bury them in a pit, and don't let a word of it leak out. Wubing, you didn't kill any of these people today either."

"Yes, Master."

Lu Wubing quickly stepped forward and searched the inner pockets of the men's arms.

He's very skilled at this.

Similarly, Senior Sister Xiaolan is also skilled at it.

However, my senior sister is currently injured and cannot do any strenuous work.

Only I, the youngest of the juniors, could take action.

It's unclear whether these people had made contingency plans that failed or if it was just a habit of not carrying anything with them when they went out.

Lu Wubing searched for a while but couldn't find a single silver note, which made him feel very unlucky.

After thinking for a moment, he used his sword to dig out some soil under a short pine tree and filled it with the bodies of the men.

Before he could do anything else, he felt a cool sensation on his back.

Looking back, I didn't find anything.

But he knew that someone must have been secretly watching him.

Moreover, it originates from the spiritual level.

He even sensed that the "Pine and Crane Guidance" in his sea of ​​consciousness was activated, and the feeling vanished in an instant.

He recalled the moment when the sect leader had just appeared, and the [Primordial Spirit Divine Intent] deep within his mind stirred.

Lu Wubing's heart skipped a beat, sensing something was amiss.

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(End of this chapter)