Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

Xu Qing's fingers gently brushed against the corner of Ehuang's eye, quietly wiping away a tear.

“Sir…” Ehuang looked at Xu Qing and was slightly taken aback.

After wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Xu Qing's fingers naturally gripped Ehuang's hand, just in time to grasp it.

"The lady previously said that you lived here alone as a widow?"

Xu Qing held her slender, delicate hand in his, feeling its gentle softness and coolness.

Ehuang instinctively wanted to break free from Xu Qing's grasp, but for some reason, she ultimately allowed Xu Qing's "frivolous" actions, simply because she knew that Shun Jun had been secretly watching her.

Right now, a man has arrived at his residence.

Moreover, he is such a frivolous person. If Shunjun knew about it, he would definitely come immediately. Perhaps I could take this opportunity to meet Shunjun.

Thinking of this, Ehuang gave up struggling and asked Xu Qing with a resentful look, "What do you want to do, sir?"

"Madam, you must be very lonely living here all by yourself!"

Xu Qing's gaze fell on Ehuang's face, his eyes filled with infatuation.

Upon hearing this, Ehuang remained silent for a moment, only saying, "Please, sir, have some self-respect!"

Xu Qing, however, seemed not to have heard Ehuang's words and continued, "I am unworthy, but I am willing to help you alleviate your loneliness."

As he spoke, he gently pulled on the soft hand in his hand, and Ehuang's body immediately staggered, involuntarily falling towards Xu Qing.

Seeing that Xu Qing was about to take advantage of her, Ehuang tried her best to sense the aura of "Shunjun" while remaining on guard. She was determined not to let this person continue to take advantage of her.

However, in the next instant, she found her body went limp, and her strength... vanished.

Chapter 343 My wife is being so proactive, I can't refuse her kindness!

Why is Lady Xiang able to act so recklessly and disregard human life in the Xiaoxiang Valley?

This is because she is the Water Department Elder of the Yin-Yang School, wielding unfathomable water-related supernatural powers. This overwhelming power is the fundamental source of her unbridled and reckless behavior.

Over the years, countless people have stumbled upon this secluded Xiaoxiang Valley.

In order to provoke Xiangjun's jealousy and anger, Lady Xiang always tried to seduce these intruders in every way. It seemed that the men were taking advantage of her, but in reality, it was just a carefully woven deception.

They never actually touched the hem of her clothes.

All of this is because Lady Xiang's strength is unfathomable, and she is also proficient in bizarre and unparalleled illusion techniques.

She can subtly drag people into a dream, a dream that is enchanting and tender, seemingly a compromise on her part, but in reality, she suffers no loss whatsoever.

Even if the illusion fails, she can easily resolve all troubles on her own.

On the contrary, Xiangjun, who was lurking in the shadows, couldn't see what was really going on inside the wooden house. Every time she saw this scene, she was overcome with jealousy and couldn't help but intervene. After all, Xiangjun didn't have a penchant for being cuckolded and would never tolerate having her head covered in dirt.

Unfortunately, this time, Lady Xiang was facing Xu Qing.

Let's call her Ehuang for now, since that's what she calls herself at this moment.

Her whole body was as limp as a pool of powerless spring water, and she could hardly move even her fingertips. She could only watch helplessly as her body fell uncontrollably into Xu Qing's arms.

Her soft body pressed against the other's firm chest. The unfamiliar male scent mingled with the faint fragrance of orchids wafting from outside, making her stomach churn. An extreme sense of humiliation and resentment welled up in her heart, almost burning her soul to ashes.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to shout angrily and speak, but it was as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her throat, preventing her from making a sound.

Only in those dark eyes, churning with panic, resentment, and a barely perceptible fear, did she stare intently at Xu Qing, as if trying to etch his image into her very bones, never to be forgotten.

Xu Qing steadily caught the warm, soft body in his arms, his face instantly changing to one of flattery and surprise, but his eyes held a hint of barely perceptible amusement, as if he was truly at a loss for words due to Ehuang's sudden "initiative".

His tone was full of feigned candor and helplessness: "Madam, this is... Alas, although I spoke recklessly just now, I never expected that you would be so lonely and so proactive."

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on Ehuang's pale face. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, but his expression remained one of infatuation mixed with a hint of panic: "But Madam, rest assured, I am not a man of unwavering virtue like Liu Xiahui, but just an ordinary man. If I were to refuse your kind invitation, I would appear unromantic and fail to appreciate your good intentions."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Qing slowly raised his hand and traced Ehuang's slender shoulders and neck. His fingertips brushed against the delicate texture of her wide-sleeved silk dress, carrying a hint of deliberate frivolity and provocation.

The moment those cool fingertips touched her skin, Ehuang shuddered violently. Goosebumps instantly covered her entire body, as if she were being entangled by a venomous snake, every inch of her skin screaming with disgust and discomfort.

She struggled with all her might, trying to escape the repulsive touch, but all strength seemed to have been drained from her limbs; even moving a finger was a luxury. She could only let Xu Qing's hands roam freely over her body. The despair of being unable to resist was more painful than death, more agonizing than being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Only one thought remained in her mind, echoing frantically over and over again: "Shun Jun, appear quickly, save me!"

Over the years, no matter how she lured men into Xiaoxiang Valley, no matter how she pretended to be weak and pitiful, Shunjun would always appear in time when she was in the most "dangerous" moment.

Even if he only intervened from afar to help her out, and even if he still refused to show up to see her afterwards, he was never absent.

She firmly believed that Shunjun was nearby, secretly protecting her. He must have seen Xu Qing's frivolous behavior just now. If she just waited a little longer, Shunjun would inevitably show himself and tear this lecherous man to pieces. He would protect her with his power, just like before.

Ehuang stared intently at the doorway of the wooden house, her eyes filled with a desperate expectation. She even subconsciously held her breath, carefully capturing every movement outside.

She didn't miss a thing—the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind, the soft swaying of vines, even the slightest fluctuations in the air—lest she miss any trace of Shunjun's arrival.

She called out Shunjun's name again and again in her heart, praying that he would appear soon.

Even a blurry figure, or a stern rebuke, could give her a glimmer of light in this despair.

Xu Qing saw clearly the expectation and despair in her eyes. His mockery deepened, and his hand gestures became bolder, but his tone remained frivolous and dissolute: "Madam, why aren't you saying anything? Are you shy? Well, it's true, anyone would feel a little embarrassed to be so proactive."

He deliberately slowed his speech, each word like a dull knife, slowly torturing Ehuang's dignity: "Speaking of which, my lady is so beautiful and charming, yet she is alone in this empty valley, so lonely, it truly breaks my heart. Today, I will keep her company, to ease her longing and relieve her loneliness in this deep valley."

Time ticked by, and inside the wooden house, only Xu Qing's flippant words echoed, along with Ehuang's suppressed despair, which was almost bursting out of her chest.

The bamboo grove outside was still rustling, and the vines were still swaying gently. Everything was as usual, eerily calm, without the slightest disturbance or familiar atmosphere.

Shun Jun never appeared.

The expectation in Ehuang's eyes cooled and dimmed little by little, as if doused with ice water, and was finally extinguished completely, replaced by a chill that penetrated to the bone and disbelief.

How could this be? Why didn't Shunjun appear? He had been secretly protecting her all along, and he always rushed to her aid whenever she was in danger.

Why this time? Why didn't he appear? Did he really no longer care about her? Were all those years of protecting her, all those years of guilt, just wishful thinking, just her self-deceiving obsession?

"What is Madam waiting for?" Xu Qing seemed to notice Ehuang's absent-mindedness and anticipation, and continued to tease her with a playful tone.

As he spoke, his hand continued to roam over Ehuang's body, with an air of absolute certainty, as if he possessed some kind of magical power to manipulate people's hearts.

Finally, just as Ehuang was on the verge of collapse from being teased, Xu Qing raised his hand and waved it lightly. An invisible barrier instantly enveloped the entire wooden house, completely cutting off all outside prying eyes and turning it into a secluded and enclosed space isolated from the world.

……

In the bamboo forest, Xiangjun remained kneeling on the ground, her body stiff as stone.

Yan Fei stood quietly beside him, her cool and aloof aura blending seamlessly with the surrounding bamboo forest, radiating an aloofness that kept people at a distance.

After Xu Qing left, Xiang Jun found that he could speak again, but a strange sealing power still surrounded him, making him unable to move. He could only kneel on the ground helplessly, unable to even get up. He still didn't know when that person had placed this strange seal on him.

But being able to speak was already a great comfort to Xiangjun at this moment.

He raised his eyes, his tone urgent and pleading, and said to Yan Fei, "Lord Dongjun, please lend a hand..."

Yanfei naturally knew what Xiangjun wanted to say.

It was simply because Xu Qing's words had made him realize that Lady Xiang might be in danger, and he wanted him to intercede and protect her.

Ke Yanfei simply shook her head, her tone cold and unyielding: "The sect leader's actions are governed by his own principles and rules, and it is not for others to interfere."

"Don't even think about interfering with his will, or you'll bear the consequences."

Xiangjun wanted to plead again, but Yanfei had already shown impatience and just gave him a cold glance.

That single glance, carrying the pressure of a top-tier expert, instantly silenced Xiang Jun, who once again felt a heavy sense of oppression.

Although the oppressive feeling was not as suffocating as that brought by Xu Qing, Yan Fei herself was a top expert of the Yin Yang School, and her strength was far above his.

With her power sealed, Xiangjun felt the oppressive aura even more intensely, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Deep down, he felt a strong curiosity and doubt about the recent changes in the Yin-Yang School.

……

People say that women are made of water.

As an elder of the Water Department of the Yin-Yang School, Lady Xiang brought this "water quality" to its fullest potential.

Her figure was extremely supple, like a flowing pool of water. At first, it was as cool and clear as autumn water, with a faint sadness in her eyes, making her endearing. But when she was moved, she was like a flood of spring water, charming and graceful, full of allure.

However, these were not what Xu Qing cared about most.

Flirting with Lady Xiang was merely a matter of following the mood and atmosphere, and had nothing to do with lust.

What truly concerned him was Lady Xiang's unusual state at that moment. The best way to truly understand someone is to delve into their heart.

Xu Qing did not directly enter Xiang Furen's heart, but entered her body in another way.

It was under these circumstances that he learned more about Lady Xiang's secrets.

For example, the woman who appeared before him at this moment, who called herself "Ehuang," had her younger sister Nüying's memorial tablet placed on the table.

Perhaps it was Xu Qing's actions that completely irritated her, causing her mental state to fluctuate drastically.

Just then, another "Xiang Lady" quietly appeared.

The person was still the same, and her appearance was still stunning, but her temperament had undergone a complete transformation.

Shedding the cold sorrow of Ehuang, she gained a touch of sharpness and arrogance.

Even more bizarrely, she seemed to have no memory of what had happened before. Faced with Xu Qing's still frivolous behavior, she immediately raised her hand to attack, but her arm fell limply to the ground as soon as she raised it.

She was shocked to discover that she had become completely limp without her noticing, and her superb water-based skills had vanished without a trace, as if she had never possessed them at all.

She wanted to speak out in anger and to question them, but she was silenced by an invisible force and could not utter a single word.

However, Xu Qing still managed to discern the secret within Lady Xiang from the sudden change in her demeanor.

Based on the plot of "The Emperor's Son Descends", a bold guess quietly took root in his mind.

He then began to verify his guess.

Through the union of body and soul with Lady Xiang, his spiritual will, like an invisible thread, quietly penetrated the depths of Lady Xiang's consciousness and seeped into her soul.

It can be said that he had completely "entered" Lady Xiang's body at this moment, not only her body, but also the depths of her soul.

This wasn't the first time Xu Qing had used his mental power to invade another person's body.

Previously, he had used the "Soul-Changing Technique" on Xiaomeng, using this method to match the frequency of the Illusionary Sound Box, and was finally able to enter the box and see the remnant soul of Mozi.

At this very moment, he entered the depths of Lady Xiang's consciousness in the same way.

As soon as Xu Qing stepped into this chaotic and hazy realm of consciousness, he sensed the figure of a woman standing in the chaos, staring intently at him with eyes full of fear and shame.

"It's you!" The woman's voice trembled, filled with disbelief.