Transcending Heavens: Starting with the Ancient Tomb Sect

Chapter 133 Wanyan Ping

Wanyan Ping felt her heart beating very fast.

An indescribable feeling washed over her; under everyone's gaze, it felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart tightly.

With her right hand pressing hard against the wound on her left arm, Wanyan Ping involuntarily bit her lower lip with her bright white teeth under this pressure.

Her eyes, though brimming with tears, were filled with sorrow and stubbornness.

As a descendant of the Jin dynasty royal family, Wanyan Ping believed herself to be quite beautiful.

But at this moment, upon seeing this group of beauties before her, she also felt ashamed of herself.

There were two women who were incredibly beautiful, and the boy was also very handsome.

The other three women were also quite attractive.

Such a family is definitely not composed of ordinary people.

More importantly, Wanyan Ping now realized that her previous thoughts were rather presumptuous, and that she had misunderstood the other party's identity as a songstress.

After all, it was while I was injured and being chased that I suddenly had this thought. Looking back now, it seems even more strange.

This only shows that she underestimated the influence of Liu Yong's poems on the Jin Dynasty royal family.

If Wanyan Ping hadn't heard a woman singing Liu Sanbian's lyrics, she wouldn't have thought of running over. In her opinion, how bad could a woman who could sing Liu Sanbian's lyrics be?

The line "Osmanthus blossoms in autumn, lotus flowers for miles" from Liu Yong's poem "Looking at the Tide - The Southeast's Scenic Beauty" was once transmitted to the Jin Dynasty, arousing the admiration of the Jin ruler Wanyan Liang and his ambition to invade the south.

Now, Li Mochou, the Red Serpent Fairy, has directly attracted Wanyan Ping, the last surviving member of the Jin Dynasty royal family, with a poem by Liu Sanbian, "Butterfly Loves Flowers: Leaning Against the High Tower in the Gentle Breeze." It can only be said that this is fate.

As everyone exchanged glances, Wanyan Ping found herself in a dilemma, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

In the end, he could only stand there stubbornly without saying a word, letting the strong wind blow, looking just like a wildflower about to be broken.

Wanyan Ping?

Yue Que looked the pretty, oval-faced girl who had suddenly appeared in front of everyone up and down, and roughly determined her identity.

"Miss, why don't you come inside and get out of the wind?"

After glancing at the injury on the other person's arm, Yue Que broke the silence and extended an invitation: "I see that you are injured, young lady—you've been out in the wind and rain all this time, that's not good."

"Ah! Thank you everyone!"

Feeling the pain in her arm, Wanyan Ping's facial muscles twitched, but she still gritted her teeth and didn't utter a sound. Her demeanor remained elegant, and after expressing her gratitude, she happily walked in.

Wanyan Ping's gaze swept over the zither, flute, and pipe, and then looked at the weapons carried by the women. In particular, the huge black iron heavy sword on Lu Wushuang's back attracted her a lot of attention.

But what truly and thoroughly captured Wanyan Ping's attention was the Divine Condor.

She was completely stunned when she saw the Divine Condor.

How can there be such a big eagle in this world?

This must be the Divine Eagle.

Wanyan Ping, as a royal descendant, was very clear about the significance of the carving in the Jin Dynasty.

If the homeland still existed, this divine eagle would at least be treated with great respect, and might even be regarded as an auspicious creature and designated as a national treasure.

And what kind of person is it to raise such a divine eagle?

For a moment, Wanyan Ping's attention was completely drawn to the Condor Heroes. Even a very handsome young man couldn't attract her as much as the Condor Heroes.

Almost unconsciously, Wanyan Ping walked up to the Divine Condor and began to look it up and down with an excited gaze.

He even forgot about the injury on his arm and reached out his right hand to stroke the eagle.

"???"

The Divine Eagle tilted its head, looking at the human girl in front of it who had become strange upon seeing it, feeling completely bewildered and confused.

Who wouldn't be afraid of it when they see it?

You either try to catch it, fight it, or scare it away.

Few dared to casually chat with it, but in the Divine Eagle's eyes, this girl was the first to directly reach out and touch it.

That's too presumptuous and impolite.

After seeing Yue Que shake his head at him again, Shen Diao abandoned the urge to knock him down with a single wing.

"cough!"

Yue Que clenched his right fist and placed it near his mouth, coughing lightly, finally drawing Wanyan Ping's attention back from what she was about to do about the Condor Heroes.

"ah?!"

When Wanyan Ping came to her senses, she was so embarrassed that her face turned bright red. The words of Liu Sanbian and the Divine Condor made her unable to move.

Seeing the strange looks from everyone, Wanyan Ping wished she could dig a hole in the ground and bury herself.

"Sorry everyone!"

Originally, Wanyan Ping maintained a refined and elegant demeanor, but after her series of presumptuous actions, this completely vanished.

All that remained was extreme embarrassment and shyness.

"It's alright."

In the end, Yue Que spoke up to appease the other party, asking, "Brother Diao is inherently extraordinary, so it's only natural that he's liked by people."

That both soothed Wanyan Ping, who was so embarrassed she was about to jump up and down, and provided emotional value to The Condor Heroes.

Then Yue Que inquired about the other woman's surname: "May I ask who you are, young lady—"

"Wanyan Ping!"

Wanyan Ping didn't use any aliases or anything like that; sticking to her original name, she directly stated, "You all come from the south, right?"

She was certain because the clothes worn by the people in front of her, not to mention the Taoist robes, were different from the style of the place in their everyday clothes.

The South naturally refers to the Song Dynasty.

Upon hearing this, not only were the experienced Red Serpent Fairy and her disciples quite surprised, but even the junior sister Gongsun Lü'e was taken aback.

The surname Wanyan is not so simple in this place.

Look at that aura again—

Is this the surname of the Jin dynasty's royal family?

Even Gongsun Lü'e, who had lived in the Valley of Heartbreak for a long time, thought that Wanyan Ping was really audacious. Was she just waiting for the Mongols to kill off the royal family?

She's not from our sect, so why does she have such audacity?

Who gave her the courage?

At least use an alias when doing things!

Looking at Yan Ping's thin figure and the injuries on her arms, it's clear she was chased relentlessly, barely having enough to eat, either from being frightened or from not getting enough rest.

"Yes."

Yue Que nodded and admitted, "We come from the south."

"Then you must be careful. It's not so safe here now, especially for beautiful women like you." After hearing this, Wanyan Ping was certain that her guess was correct, and she became worried about the other party.

That's incredibly daring.

If they didn't hide it, Wanyan Ping couldn't imagine what would happen to them.

Faced with the army, Wanyan Ping did not believe that a mere few people could withstand it.

Seeing that Yan Ping was worried about their safety instead, Yue Que was quite surprised. No matter what, this girl was not a bad person.

Aside.

Just as Yue Que and Wanyan Ping were talking, the Red Serpent Fairy somehow moved closer to her junior sister and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "A song like 'Butterfly Loves Flowers' has truly brought a flower to our junior sister. She seems to be completely absorbed in talking to her."

"This Wanyan Ping must be a descendant of the Jin royal family."

"I saw in her a hatred similar to that of Lu Wushuang and the experiences of Hong Lingbo in her childhood."

The Crimson Serpent Fairy understood this point deeply. After observing carefully for a while, she said, "I think her eyes look a bit like yours, Sister."

Li Mochou, trying to justify her actions after singing "Butterfly Lovers," is now directly posing as the "younger sister."

"?!"

The little dragon girl was secretly pleased to be called "elder sister," but after carefully examining the description of her senior sister for a long time, she shook her head and denied it, saying, "She doesn't look like me."

"I wasn't that pitiful, that resentful, or that miserable."

At this point, Xiaolongnu suddenly felt that her senior sister was cursing her. She was happy with Que'er, and there were new stories every day. Where was there any sorrow or resentment?

"In my opinion, Wanyan Ping is more like Madam Guo," Xiaolongnu gave her answer.

Like Huang Rong?

Although Wanyan Ping's current frail appearance shows the potential of a great beauty, she is still far inferior to Huang Rong, let alone Guo Fu, who is even more stunning than her mother.

At most, they are similar in temperament.

Li Mochou was taken aback. She first instinctively denied it, then turned around and began to observe carefully again.

This observation was significant; the more I looked, the more something seemed off.

Was Lady Guo, the legendary female strategist, truly filled with melancholy and sorrow?

That wasn't the case before, but it's not necessarily the case now.

Especially after personally sending her beloved Jing-gege to the desert and making him the Golden Sword Horse again, this sense of resentment and sorrow arose.

"Little Huang Rong?"

When Li Mochou said this, Xiaolongnu was also stunned. The two sisters couldn't help but look at each other, and they both saw a hint of astonishment in each other's eyes.

"impossible!"

Little Dragon Girl directly dispelled her senior sister's wicked idea with her words, saying, "The female Zhuge Liang only harbors pure hatred towards us."

"Madam Guo didn't show it, but I could sense it."

Hearing this, Fairy Chilian felt relieved and thought to herself: I have seen love turn into hate (herself), but I have never seen anyone turn hate into love.

"That's true."

Li Mochou then stopped dwelling on the matter: "It seems that Wanyan Ping is destined to be with my Ancient Tomb."

Just then.

There was movement outside again.

Wanyan Ping, who was having a pleasant conversation, suddenly exclaimed in alarm, instinctively saying, "Oh no, there are enemies chasing me."

"I'll lure them away; you all stay hidden."

Having experienced the fall of her country, Wanyan Ping knew very well what would happen to a beautiful woman if she fell into enemy hands. Feeling the same way, she subconsciously made this choice.

Seeking revenge is Wanyan Ping's own business; there's no need to involve innocent people.

Yue Que grabbed Wanyan Ping, who was ignoring her injuries and drawing her willow-leaf knife to fight desperately, and ordered, "Senior sisters, junior sisters, and Brother Diao, the pursuers outside are your responsibility."

Upon hearing this, Hong Lingbo, Lu Wushuang, and Gongsun Lü rolled their eyes and walked out of the mountain valley with the Divine Condor, heading straight for the pursuers.

"!!!"

Although shocked, Wanyan Ping, holding a willow-leaf knife, broke free from Yue Que's grip on her arm and followed him out to fight.