Honkai Impact 3rd: The Girl Who Chases the Flame

This person collapsed on his own.

"Tsk, is this some kind of illusion by the Rakshasa demon? Anyway, let's see Wu first..."

"Carry them both onto the carriage, then I'll teach you a lesson."

A voice that he knew all too well, yet which he feared most in the world, came from behind him.

"Chao... Chaoyu!"

Ma Feima's complexion wasn't much better than Otto's on the ground.

…………

Half an hour later

"Uncle-Master, are their injuries serious?"

Outside the house, Lin Chaoyu and the others were alone, while Ling Shuang was inside treating their injuries.

"It's alright, that Rakshasa is more capable than you think."

Mei Zijin said lazily.

"..."

Ma Feima didn't dare to interrupt. He was initially surprised to see his wife with a young man, but after hearing Lin Chaoyu's address to him and her respectful attitude, he didn't dare to ask any questions.

He knew that Lin Chaoyu had seen his actions and was probably furious by now.

"...Oh, everyone's here."

Cheng Ling Shuang came out, glanced at Lin Chao Yu, then at Ma Fei Ma, and finally turned to Mei Zi Jin.

"Who are you?"

"kindness……"

Mei Zijing looked around at Cheng Ling Shuang and nodded.

"A natural talent, unparalleled swordsmanship, what a Cheng Ling Shuang, no wonder she cultivated to become a sword god."

"……you."

Cheng Ling Shuang paused for a moment, then frowned slightly.

"Could it be... my martial uncle?"

"Ling Shuang, do you know?"

Lin Chaoyu couldn't help but ask,

"How could you know? I don't recall ever telling you that."

“My master mentioned it to me.”

Cheng Ling Shuang pulled the hairpin from her hair and handed it to Mei Zi Jin.

"My uncle should recognize this."

"So it was given to you after all."

Mei Zijin wasn't too surprised; she also took out a hairpin and placed it next to the others.

They are a pair.

"Uncle-Master, Cheng Ling Shuang pays her respects."

Upon seeing this, Cheng Ling Shuang knelt down without hesitation and performed a grand salute.

Chapter Ten Otto, I Didn't Lie

About half a month ago

Yijian Manor

"It's too late, Master."

Watching the towering flames, "Lin Chaoyu" stood silently behind Fu Hua.

"...Morning Rain".

Fu Hua looked at the black smoke, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. Remembering Sword Manor—that was the residence of Qin Suying and her husband, Li Shen.

Why do you want to kill me?

"Master, that's just the kind of person you are."

Lin Chaoyu, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, sighed slightly.

"When we first met, I wanted to get closer, but the more familiar we became, the more I wanted to distance myself. I've followed you for thirty years, a full thirty years."

.........

Time goes back to the present

"Murder and burning of the estate?"

Mei Zijin crossed her legs and brewed herself a pot of tea.

"That's not Hua's style."

"Hua? May I ask who you are, Uncle-Master Hua?"

Ma Feima paused for a moment and asked.

"Humph."

Mei Zijin glanced at him and sneered. Ma Feima naturally knew the reason, touched his nose, and looked embarrassed.

"Master's real name is Fu Hua."

Lin Chaoyu spoke first, then frowned after a moment.

“Even if it were a matter of revenge, Master would never seek revenge against Seventh Brother.”

"kindness."

Mei Zijing propped her chin on her hand, then glanced at Ma Feima again.

"What, that Su Mei, does she suspect Hua Dong's involvement?"

"Master's body is missing, and something has happened at Yijian Manor, which is naturally strange. However, killing and burning down the manor is not Master's style, and my second senior sister and I are also suspicious."

Ma Fei Ma said honestly.

When he talked about his second senior sister, he glanced at Lin Chaoyu cautiously, but Lin Chaoyu's mind was clearly not on that.

"Seventh Sister is unlucky... I never thought she would get ahead of her senior sisters."

Fu Hua's seven disciples were mostly raised by Lin Chaoyu.

Thirty years ago, when Wangshan was burned down, Cheng Ling Shuang was only two years old, while Lin Chao Yu was nearly twenty and followed Fu Hua.

Fu Hua teaches but does not nurture, while Lin Chaoyu nurtures but does not teach.

Looking back now, the growth experiences of the remaining six apprentices were quite different from those of ordinary people.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister."

Cheng Ling Shuang did show some respect for this senior sister, her attitude being much better than towards others. Unfortunately, she was naturally indifferent and couldn't express anything else.

"The deceased is gone. The question now is, if the killer wasn't Master, then how exactly did Seventh Brother die?"

"Fifth Senior Sister, I would like to ask you a question."

At this moment, Ma Feima spoke up.

"I knew you weren't here for anything good. Ask away."

Cheng Ling Shuang pursed her lips.

"I just saw the Xuanyuan Sword in that girl's hand. If I remember correctly, Senior Sister's Xuanyuan Sword should already be..."

Ma Feima revealed his second purpose for coming here.

"That's the seventh son's daughter, and what she's holding is 'Ink Fragrance'."

Cheng Ling Shuang said calmly,

"Who else could it be?"

"Su Yi's daughter? No wonder...they look somewhat alike."

Lin Chaoyu nodded.

"Actually... Master's Xuanyuan Sword is missing."

Ma Fei Ma scratched his cheek.

"This is another strange place."

"Oh, so Second Senior Sister suspects me. I don't have a sword spirit, so what use is the Xuanyuan Sword to me?"

Cheng Ling Shuang's expression grew even colder.

"Uncle-Master, what exactly is the Xuanyuan Sword? I've always been curious about it."

Lin Chaoyu then turned her gaze to Mei Zijin, who remained silent.

"Hmm? Oh, it's a weapon made by an old friend. If you can activate it, it will display different powers depending on the characteristics of different people."

Mei Zijin crossed her arms over her chest.

"Before you, Ji Lin and Xiao Hong were also given the Xuanyuan Sword by Hua."

“Ji Lin…Xiao Hong…”

Ma Fei Ma clicked his tongue. These were all renowned ancestors of the nation.

"The Xuanyuan Sword... there are more than eight of them?"

However, Cheng Ling Shuang understood the implied meaning in the words.

"Yeah, there are quite a lot."

Mei Zijin shrugged.