Chapter 48: Troubles

"Fairy sister, are you all right?"

Seeing Qiao Feng leave, Duan Yu hurriedly stepped forward to show his concern for Wang Yuyan.

"Who are you..." For a moment, Wang Yuyan did not recognize Duan Yu.

Although Duan Yu looked a bit foolish today, he was graceful and handsome. The Duan Yu she had seen yesterday was reeking of sour sweat, tightly bound with ropes, scruffy with stubble, and in an extremely pathetic state.

Kumara-rajah had abducted Duan Yu, so he certainly wouldn't have given him a shave every day.

Duan Yu naturally had to be covered in stubble.

Just like women, men never know how handsome they are until they dress up.

"It's me! We met yesterday! I am Duan Yu, and I was saved by the fairy sister back then!" Duan Yu said.

"Yesterday?" Wang Yuyan still couldn't recall Duan Yu.

"I was tied up by that monk Kumara-rajah at the time!" Duan Yu made a gesture that instantly made Wang Yuyan remember yesterday's events.

"So it's you!" Wang Yuyan realized suddenly and said, "That monk was so crafty! After I lost track of him in pursuit, I intended to go to Canhe Villa, but instead I stumbled upon their tracks."

"I originally wanted to go to Canhe Villa, but realizing my cousin would most likely not spare them, I went to capture the two of them instead!"

She pointed with her hand, and the so-called "them" referred to the two fifth-bag Beggar Sect disciples.

Now, "them" had already become two corpses lying in the corner of the dilapidated courtyard.

"Fairy sister truly has the compassionate heart of a Bodhisattva, actually offending the Beggar Sect just for abducted children!" Duan Yu praised.

Not everyone dared to offend the Beggar Sect!

The Beggar Sect was a group of stinky beggars with no parents, no homes, no wives, and no children—having nothing at all. Who knew what kind of things they might do?

Murong Xing, standing nearby, heard Duan Yu praise Wang Yuyan for having the compassionate heart of a Bodhisattva and couldn't help sighing inwardly.

The gap between people is truly immense!

To actually call that female devil the compassionate heart of a Bodhisattva!

If she had the heart of a Bodhisattva, she wouldn't have beaten him up so brutally for all these years.

Wang Yuyan snorted coldly and said, "So what if they're the Beggar Sect? Abducting children, I'll deal with them all the same! I just didn't expect Qiao Feng, the chief of the Beggar Sect, to be such a formidable fighter!"

At this point, Murong Xing's eyes rolled, and he said, "Why talk about righteousness with such martial arts scumbags? Let's all three of us go together! A righteous three-on-one!"

Wang Yuyan casually flicked Murong Xing on the forehead. Murong Xing desperately wanted to dodge, but failed to escape in time.

"Ouch! Don't hit my head!" He rubbed his head.

"Cousin! Qiao Feng's Beggar Sect may be a place that harbors all sorts of filth, but we still must uphold martial arts righteousness!" Wang Yuyan lectured, "Otherwise, how would we be any different from those martial arts scumbags?"

"Besides, it's not certain that I couldn't beat Qiao Feng!"

Duan Yu looked at Wang Yuyan's face, thinking that even when the fairy sister was scolding someone, she looked so breathtakingly beautiful.

"Fairy sister is right!" he chimed in.

"I am neither a fairy, nor am I your sister," Wang Yuyan said with a slight frown. She felt this person was somewhat impolite; who stares fixedly at someone like that?

"In my heart, you are the fairy sister."

Wang Yuyan channeled her internal energy into her eyes and locked gazes with Duan Yu.

Duan Yu stared infatuatedly at Wang Yuyan, suddenly feeling a blinding flash of intense light burst from her eyes!

"Ouch!" He let out a muffled groan of pain, feeling as though his eyes had been nearly seared blind.

He couldn't help rubbing his eyes, which were aching and sour, tears streaming down profusely.

"Cousin, I never imagined you actually mastered *Kryptonian Dog Eyes*!" Murong Xing said upon seeing those eyes bursting with dazzling light.

In Murong Fu's study, there were many peculiar books.

Among those books were some very bizarre martial arts manuals, and *Kryptonian Dog Eyes* was one of them.

The name of this martial arts manual was far too strange; what martial art would call itself "dog eyes"?

A young Murong Xing had also been curious and read this *Kryptonian Dog Eyes*. He remembered clearly that *Kryptonian Dog Eyes* was divided into twenty-four levels.

Training it to the highest level resulted in twenty-four-karat Kryptonian dog eyes, allowing a person's eyes to emit a brilliant glow at night and illuminate the path on the ground!

And that was all.

There was no earth-shattering or ghost-weeping power; it was merely a martial art used for lighting the way during night travel.

It was utterly useless and tasteless.

He couldn't imagine what kind of person would practice such martial arts, nor who would be so bored as to cultivate it.

Aside from martial arts, there were many other strange books in the study, all filled with absurd nonsense that left the young Murong Xing utterly baffled.

He felt the entire volume was nothing but sheer gibberish.

"You were slightly discourteous, so consider this a minor punishment!" Wang Yuyan said to Duan Yu, who was still rubbing his eyes. "Do not stare fixedly at others like that next time!"

"Understood! The fairy sister's instruction is correct!" Duan Yu rubbed his eyes for a long while before he was finally able to open them again.

It had simply been too dazzling!

"To know one's errors and be able to correct them is the greatest virtue!" Wang Yuyan was quite satisfied with Duan Yu's attitude.

Although somewhat foolish, he wasn't stubborn-mouthed like her cousin.

"I am heading to Canhe Villa, are you coming?" Wang Yuyan blew a sharp whistle, and a black horse galloped over from not far away.

Before Murong Xing could speak, Duan Yu eagerly piped up, "We're going! We were just heading back that way ourselves!"

"You total simp!" Murong Xing muttered inwardly, but out loud he said, "Cousin, what are you going to my house for?"

Wang Yuyan swung herself onto the horse in a single fluid motion and said, "I have a scheduled appointment with Qiao Feng seven days from now outside Wuxi City!"

"Wuxi City is merely a few hours' journey from Mandorla Manor."

"Naturally, I must make preparations during these seven days!"

"I am going to check the library at Canhe Villa to see if there is any technique capable of countering the Formless Sword Qi, and incidentally ask my cousin how to defeat Qiao Feng."

How does one defeat an enemy of comparable strength?

Or perhaps, where do I still have shortcomings?

Respecting one's enemy is respecting one's own martial dao!

This was her purpose in going to Canhe Villa.

"Then let's go together!" Duan Yu made the decision on behalf of Murong Xing.

"I need to send 'Linglong' back to the manor first, and then I will head to Canhe Villa!" Wang Yuyan shook her head and said, "We'll meet at Canhe Villa!"

Linglong was the name of her mount.

"Alright!" Duan Yu nodded, watching as Wang Yuyan rode her horse at a gallop through the streets of Suzhou.

"Fairy sister is so beautiful!" he murmured to himself, gazing at her departing figure.

"..." Murong Xing was utterly speechless at the side. "Your Grace, is this seriously how you chase girls?"

Things like "Fairy sister has the heart of a Bodhisattva," "Fairy sister is right," "Fairy sister is so beautiful"—could such shallow, superficial words possibly win over a girl?

"Ah?" Duan Yu said, "These are all heartfelt words from the bottom of my heart!"

"How do you normally chase girls?" Murong Xing suggested. "Just do what you usually do. Don't treat that female devil like some fairy sister; you need to treat her like a normal girl!"

Duan Yu looked utterly bewildered and said, "I don't know how to chase girls either. They always just throw themselves into my arms, and I never have time to refuse."

He certainly wasn't lying.

Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing had been exactly like that!

"What about you? How does Brother Xing chase girls? Teach me, won't you?" Duan Yu asked humbly, unashamed to seek advice from his inferiors.

Murong Xing sighed and said, "I have the exact same trouble as you!"

Back when he was attending classes with the master, many prominent families within Suzhou city had constantly approached him to inquire whether he was betrothed.

How on earth had he ever chased a girl before?