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The wild grass swayed and floated under the assault of the strong wind, and the pitch-black night brought a sense of unease. Yun'er stepped closer to the grassland, drenched by the pouring rain.
The Treasure Light Sword Hilt, powered by Martial Origin Power, manifested a sword blade about a foot long, which could more accurately be described as a large dagger rather than a sword.
The hilt was exquisitely crafted, radiating dazzling light under the sheen of jewels, while the blade shimmered with brilliant light, making it clear that it was no ordinary item.
Hidden among the grass, a pair of emerald green eyes glimmered with a greedy and shadowy light. A figure clad in a long black robe was tightly wrapped, perfectly blending into the dense night.
When Yun'er was less than ten yards from the grass, she suddenly stopped, her eyes filled with vigilance as if sensing something. However, apart from the howling wind and pouring rain, there was no other sound.
The shadow in the grass curled its lips into a smirk, resembling a predator waiting for its prey, concealing its presence and remaining motionless in hiding.
Yun'er hesitated; although she was not afraid of this eerie feeling, she had to be extra cautious since her enemy was hidden while she was exposed.
At that moment, an extremely domineering aura suddenly appeared on the path to the west of the village. Although her sensing ability was weakened by the rain and wind, that aura still distinctly reached Yun'er's perception.
The aura moved swiftly; in just a moment, it was less than half a mile from the village entrance. Upon sensing this aura, Yun'er couldn't help but feel delighted. Without warning, she swung her dagger towards the grass.
The seven-colored brilliant light instantly tore through some obstacles, sending clumps of wild grass flying as Qi Blade cut through them, even causing the rain to seem to weaken momentarily.
The shadow in the grass was initially taken aback but soon turned disappointed. From Yun'er's reaction, it could tell that this aura must belong to a strong ally.
A black curtain appeared in the shadow's hand, dense and solid. The brilliant light and Qi Blade struck against it with a hissing sound before dissipating into nothingness.
In terms of Martial Sovereign strength, Yun'er was merely a Four-Stage Martial Artist; her opponent's power clearly surpassed hers. Even if she activated Nine Nether Ice Phoenix, given her level of control, she might not be able to secure victory in one strike and would need considerable time to recover afterward. Rationally deciding against such a risky endeavor, Yun'er took several steps back to guard the courtyard entrance in case her opponent launched an attack.
At that moment, the previous aura had already entered the village. Knowing Yun'er's presence well, it moved without any hesitation.
The shadow hidden in darkness frowned; after hesitating for a moment, it shook slightly and completely vanished into the night.
Moments later, Yun'er saw clearly the appearance of the aura's owner. He was as sturdy as an Iron Tower but had an oddly simple and honest face. It was indeed her senior brother Fang Xiong.
Fang Xiong slowed down only when he reached the entrance of the courtyard. He stood in front of Yun'er, not saying a word, but his eyes revealed a slowly growing affection.
"Senior Brother," Yun'er smiled, looking like a blooming lily in the dark night.
"Have you used the Nine Nether Ice Phoenix Power again?" Fang Xiong asked, his expression stern but lacking any sense of authority.
Yun'er did not deny it and nodded playfully with a smile.
"Don't you know how great the backlash from the Nine Nether Ice Phoenix can be?" Fang Xiong wanted to scold her, but his tone turned into concern as the words left his mouth.
"Without Master and me by your side to protect you, it could cost you your life!" Fang Xiong thought for a moment and added sternly.
Yun'er, being blood-related, naturally understood this well. However, that day she had no choice but to fight Huang Gangliang the Fourth for Ye Tian, and even though she was injured, she was willing to endure it.
"I know, but I can't just stand here, can I?" Yun'er pulled on her senior brother's arm and said playfully, "Senior Brother, you shouldn't act so fierce when we meet. You actually don't want to scold me, right?"
Fang Xiong initially wanted to lecture her sternly, but this girl didn’t give him a chance. She quickly sealed off all his words with her chatter.
"Fine, just promise me you won't use the Nine Nether Ice Phoenix Power lightly in the future. Do you understand?" Fang Xiong ultimately couldn’t bring himself to scold Yun'er. This little junior sister had infiltrated the Cloud Sea Sect alone, bearing the heavy responsibility of revenge. Yet she had fallen for someone from an entirely different world. With all these pressures intertwined, she must be having a very hard time. As the senior brother, how could he bear to scold her at this moment? Even scolding would be a form of care.
Yun'er stuck out her tongue and laughed, "Got it, got it."
Creak...
The door was pushed open, and Cold Moon stepped out with a tense expression. The first thing she did was look at Fang Xiong, asking in confusion, "Yun'er, who is this...?"
Yun'er pulled Fang Xiong over and introduced him to Cold Moon: "This is my distant cousin."
Cold Moon looked skeptical. Although she hadn’t sensed it clearly before, she knew that the overwhelming aura was not something ordinary. However, this man before her, resembling an Iron Tower, did not exude such an imposing presence; aside from being robust in stature, he looked more like a farmer.
"I am Fang Xiong, Yun'er's cousin," Fang Xiong said formally as he cupped his hands in greeting to Cold Moon. Of course, he had to cooperate with this cousin story because Yun'er's current identity was that of a disciple of the Cloud Sea Sect. Having an extra senior brother might not be a good thing after all.
Cold Moon returned the greeting without showing any emotion on her face, but she was secretly thinking, "Cousin, who are you trying to fool? Yun'er definitely has some secrets."
"Let's not stand here; we should hurry inside," Yun'er said, pointing to the heavy rain pouring down from the sky with a smile.
The group entered the house. For them, being soaked was nothing to worry about; with a quick use of Martial Origin Power, they could dry off in no time. However, both women were stunningly beautiful, with perfectly proportioned figures. It was the height of summer, and their usual attire consisted mainly of Thin Veil, which clung tightly to their bodies due to the rain, accentuating their alluring shapes.
This scene left Wine Kid dumbfounded; he even forgot to greet Fang Xiong until Yun'er gave him a hard pinch, snapping him back to reality. Yet his eyes continued to dart around in a rather lewd manner.
In contrast to Wine Kid, Fang Xiong maintained a more composed demeanor. This was not because he was unaffected; rather, as a young man in his prime without a wife or partner, he felt quite uncomfortable and restrained. He dared not look too long for fear that something inappropriate might show in his gaze.
The two women were less concerned. To Yun'er, Wine Kid was just a little brat, and Fang Xiong was her senior brother, akin to an older brother. Besides, they weren't completely undressed; their clothes were merely clinging tightly to their bodies.
Cold Moon was carefree and indifferent; she felt the same way about Wine Kid. After all, this little brat had even peeked at her while she was bathing, and he certainly received a beating for it. As for Fang Xiong, she cared even less; he had his head bowed deeply and stood still like a statue.
After a moment, the two used Martial Origin Power to dry their clothes, steam rising from their heads in a rather comical fashion.
Wine Kid seized the opportunity to scold Yun'er for pinching him earlier, while Cold Moon boiled some water to pour for everyone.
"Yun'er, are these all your fellow disciples?" Fang Xiong asked.
"That's right, but they're more than just fellow disciples; they're good friends," Yun'er replied. She understood that Fang Xiong wanted to inquire about her life in Cloud Sea Sect, but she spoke only the truth without any pretense.
"Brother Fang, you must have some cultivation as well?" Cold Moon asked tentatively.
Though Fang Xiong appeared simple-minded, he wasn't foolish. He had already revealed his cultivation level during their hurried journey and wouldn't deny it now; otherwise, it would be too obvious.
"I do have some cultivation, but it's quite rudimentary. It's better not to mention it in front of you esteemed disciples," Fang Xiong said with an honest smile. He wasn't very articulate; if someone more cunning had said this line, it might have been misunderstood.
Cold Moon chuckled lightly and didn't say anything further, feeling increasingly that Yun'er was far from ordinary.
"Sister Ningyue, how should we arrange for Uncle Zhu?" Yun'er, perceptive as ever, quickly changed the subject upon noticing Cold Moon's thoughts.
Uncle Zhu's body was moved into the house by them, and in the candlelight, a clear blood mark could be seen on his neck, resembling a bite from sharp teeth.
Upon seeing this scene, Fang Xiong's expression suddenly became serious. He was very familiar with this bite mark because he had seen Shibo, Yun'er's father, several times after he had fed on blood, leaving similar marks.
"Could this mean things are progressing?" Fang Xiong suppressed his excitement, feeling that this was not a coincidence. The creature that left the bite mark on Uncle Zhu's neck must have some connection to Shibo.
Yun'er would not see the gruesome sight of blood consumption, so she was unaware of the special significance of the mark on Uncle Zhu's neck. She even cursed the murderer in her heart for being inhumane.
"Yun'er, I came this time to take you back; something happened at home..."
Before Fang Xiong could finish speaking, Yun'er interrupted him, saying, "Brother, I'm not going back."
Cold Moon looked at Yun'er in confusion, thinking it was definitely abnormal not to return home when something was wrong.
Fang Xiong seemed to realize he couldn't persuade Yun'er and after one more attempt to convince her, he gave up. He thought about having a private conversation with Yun'er, but it was raining outside and there were others inside, so he could only put it off for now.
Yun'er fell silent as well, and an awkward atmosphere settled in the room. Although Wine Kid usually chatted endlessly, today he inexplicably fell silent.
The few of them just drank water quietly while the rain outside gradually lessened and soon stopped completely. During this time, Fang Xiong did not remain idle; his gaze kept drifting between the Azure Moon Autumn Light Sword and the Treasure Light Sword Hilt in Yun'er's hand. Occasionally, he glanced at the bite mark on Uncle Zhu's neck, feeling increasingly tense.
Everything seemed far more complicated than what met the eye...
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