Wandering Swordsman |

Zhao Xue gripped He Yun's hand tightly, her eyes filled with unwavering determination and deep affection: "Brother Yun, I've long decided to follow you for the rest of my life. No matter what dangers we may encounter in the future, as long as I can be by your side, I'll have no regrets even if I die." Her voice was soft yet powerful, as if it could penetrate all difficulties.

Upon hearing this, He Yun realized he couldn't change Zhao Xue's decision in the short term. He turned to Yang Muran to offer some advice, but Yang Muran seemed to already know what he was going to say. She smiled slightly, her eyes shining with determination: "Brother Yun, say nothing more. Now that you are my wife, I should follow my husband."

He Yun was stunned for a moment, feeling both touched and helpless. He turned to his parents and masters, hoping they could help persuade them. The masters exchanged glances, and after a brief exchange of looks, they turned their gaze to Ouyang Song, awaiting his decision.

Ouyang Song nodded slightly, his expression gentle yet firm: "Yun'er, since the two brides have made up their minds, it's not appropriate for us to force them to stop them. Besides, with us by their side along the way, the chances of encountering danger are slim. Don't worry."

Seeing that his master had spoken, He Yun, though still hesitant, had no choice but to compromise. He took a deep breath, met the gazes of the two brides, and nodded: "Alright, since you both insist, let's set off together. However, if we encounter any danger, I hope you will prioritize your own lives above all else."

Madam Pei stepped forward, her voice gentle and full of concern: "Yun'er, remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must protect your two wives. Mother will be waiting for your safe return at the Sword Tomb." Her gaze gently swept over Zhao Xue and Yang Muruan, as if conveying endless maternal love and blessings through her eyes.

He Yun nodded, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes, her voice slightly choked with emotion: "Mother, don't worry. I will definitely bring them back safely."

At this moment, several masters stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and offered encouragement and support. Ouyang Song finally said, "Alright, it's getting late. Everyone, get ready, we'll set off immediately."

Before long, a group of about thirty men was ready. They were dressed in neat military uniforms, swords at their waists, and their expressions were resolute and serious. Ouyang Song stood at the front of the group, his gaze sweeping over each person to confirm that all preparations were complete.

Then, at Ouyang Song's command, the entire team began to move slowly, heading towards Yunnan.

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Within the city of Luoyang, the Murong family mansion stands like a magnificent castle on this ancient land. The mansion's outer walls are tall and sturdy, their bluish-gray bricks gleaming with historical luster under the sunlight. Two imposing stone lions guard the entrance, seemingly proclaiming to the world the nobility and glory of its owners. Entering the mansion, one finds deep courtyards, pavilions and terraces arranged in a harmonious and exquisite manner, the garden design ingenious and unparalleled, every scene showcasing extraordinary grandeur and luxury.

The mansion spanned an extremely vast area, containing not only residential areas, training grounds, studies, and guest rooms, but also halls, warehouses, and stores specifically for business negotiations. The Murong family had been merchants for generations, achieving legendary success in the business world. They were involved in every industry, from silk and tea to jewelry and antiques. Their family businesses were widespread, and the Murong family's signs could be seen in both bustling cities and remote towns. As a result, the Murong family not only accumulated enormous wealth but also earned immense prestige and respect.

Inside the mansion was a magnificent hall, lavishly decorated with gold and elegant mahogany furniture. Portraits of ancestors hung on the walls, showcasing the family's long history and prominent status. In the center of the hall stood a large rosewood table, surrounded by exquisitely carved chairs. A young man stood before the table, his face grave, and said to a middle-aged man opposite him, whose expression was anxious, "Father, we've searched every town and village near Jinzhou, but there's still no news of Seventh Sister."

The middle-aged man frowned, his eyes filled with deep worry. He pondered for a moment, then said in a low but firm voice, "Fan'er, quickly go and invite your master here."

Upon hearing this, Murong Fan immediately turned around, his steps hurried yet steady: "Father, please wait a moment, I will go and fetch Master right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, just as Murong Fan turned around, a clear and firm voice came from outside the door: "No need, I'm already here."

As the voice faded, the door slowly opened, and a young woman dressed as a man walked in. Her steps were light, her demeanor elegant, and her eyes held a sharp and resolute glint. The woman's gaze swept over everyone present, and she said in a slightly heavy tone, "Young Master, the Jinzhou massacre has been ongoing for several days, and there is still no news of Miss. I fear she is in grave danger."

It turned out that the anxious-looking middle-aged man was Murong Tian, ​​the young master of the Murong family, and also the eldest son of Murong Liang, the head of the Murong family. Upon hearing these words, his face became even more gloomy, his brows furrowed, and a trace of worry and unease flashed in his eyes.

Murong Tian took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady: "Miss Liu, I haven't heard from my daughter for several days. I need your help to investigate the origins of the black-clad corpses found at the scene. Also, please inquire about my daughter's whereabouts in the martial arts world."

Liu Xiaorong nodded, her expression serious: "I will do my best. However, could you please ask the young master to consider who you have a strained relationship with? Perhaps you can find some clues from them."

Murong Tian paused slightly, then fell into deep thought. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if recalling past grievances. After a moment, he looked up, a resolute glint in his eyes: "There are indeed some enemies, but most are business rivals. As for those who might actually harm my daughter..." He paused, his voice low, "I'm afraid it's only those martial arts forces that our Murong family has previously dealt with."

Liu Xiaorong looked at Murong Tian earnestly, her eyes filled with understanding and concern: "Young Master, the Murong family has earned an outstanding reputation over the years, but it's inevitable that great success attracts unwanted attention. The most important thing now is to find clues as soon as possible and rescue Miss. I will set off immediately to investigate the origins of the men in black and to gather information in the martial arts world."

Murong Tian stood up, bowed deeply, his gratitude overflowing: "Miss Liu, I beg you. If you can find my daughter, the Murong family will forever remember your great kindness."

Liu Xiaorong smiled slightly and returned the greeting, saying, "Young Master, you are too kind. As Qing'er's master, it is my duty to do this."