Chapter 875 - 774: That’s Hilarious

Chapter 875: Chapter 774: That’s Hilarious

Lu Qianxue laughed. She was originally a radiant woman, even at over thirty years old, she appeared as if she were in her twenties. Her smile was like a blossoming spring flower, as if the gloomy sky was scattered by sunlight, as if the turbid canal was stirred by a clear stream, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

However, her smile carried no warmth, as she casually said, "Then there’s no need to leave, and as for your Stinky Insect Sword Sect, it doesn’t need to stay either."

"Such bold words, what makes you think you can do that?"

"Nothing in particular!" Lu Qianxue spoke calmly, "Send a message to the Northern Land, before the full moon, I want no Xianglong Sword Sect left in Jianghu!" This last sentence was naturally not meant for him.

Upon hearing this, Sang Daokun almost laughed out loud. Where did this madwoman come from, speaking such ludicrous words?

After all, the Xianglong Sword Sect was not an ordinary shop, can it be dismissed just like that? Ridiculous.

Just as Lu Qianxue finished speaking, a voice resembling thunder rumbled from the nearby forest: "Yes, Sect Master!"

Sect Master?

Sang Daokun found it amusing again. There are countless forces in Jianghu, like clouds, rain, and strands of hair; similarly, those called Sect Leaders, Sect Masters, Sect Chiefs, and Gang Leaders are numerous like strands of hair. But not all forces are worth mentioning!

What’s behind this woman that makes her so arrogant?

Even Haotian Village doesn’t intimidate him; why should he fear an unknown sect? In other words, even Xia Wanqing from Haotian Village wouldn’t dare boast like this, women are just ignorant!

Right, since this woman arrogantly claims she wants to eliminate the Xianglong Sword Sect, then let her unidentified sect disappear first.

Killing intent flashed in Sang Daokun’s eyes as he said, "Sect Master? May I know what sect you represent?"

Lu Qianxue chuckled and raised her voice, "Tell him, which sect we belong to!"

Lu Qianxue spoke, while Prince Cheng watched with a smile.

Sang Daokun initially thought she was asking Prince Cheng to reveal the sect’s name, but looking over, he realized Prince Cheng’s eyes were fixed solely on Lu Qianxue, smiling faintly, as if oblivious to the tension and confrontation here. His appearance was refined and composed, making it hard to gauge him.

But in the air, the sound of clothes fluttering was heard, coming from behind Sang Daokun.

Sang Daokun was initially facing Xia Wanqing and Haotian Village’s gate, upon hearing the sound, he quickly stood sideways, appearing calm yet with alert eyes. Instinctively, he handed his dislocated-arm daughter to a subordinate for protection.

On the mountain path, three young men aged around twenty-three or -four stepped up the steps. Their steps were light, looking identical in appearance and similar in skills. If not for their simultaneous appearance, one would assume they were a single person.

Sang Daokun’s eyes narrowed; the movement prowess of these three young men was truly remarkable, as if their feet didn’t touch the ground.

They soon stood before the gate, first saluted Lu Qianxue, saying, "Sect Master!" Then stood straight, looking indifferently at Sang Daokun, and said flatly, "Our sect, Po Yuan Sect!"

The plain three words seemed to carry thunder, startling not only Sang Daokun whose pupils shrank into black dots, but also Xia Wenjin and his daughter.

Jianghu’s four great families: East Concealing Moon, West Break Yuan, South Seven Stars, North Fire!

These are the paragons and titans of Jianghu.

She indeed spoke credibly!

Moreover, she truly has the capability.

Sang Daokun’s face changed drastically. Was this young man that Wei’er took a liking to calling them father, mother?

So was Huangfu Jingchen, whom he thought had no notable background and was just a common Jianghu youth, actually the Young Sect Master of Po Yuan Sect?

At this moment, he wasn’t sure whether to praise his daughter’s vision or lament her troubles.

If he could have the Young Sect Master of Po Yuan Sect as a son-in-law, it would indeed be prestigious, sadly, this Young Sect Master clearly showed no interest in his Wei’er. He initially planned to leverage the Xianglong Sword Sect’s reputation and strength to fulfill his daughter’s wish, now faced with a sect that surpasses in both name and strength, he felt like crying!

No way! Po Yuan Sect has been famous for over twenty years now. This woman appears only in her thirties, which seems too young! Can a teenager establish a sect? Furthermore, it’s never been heard that Po Yuan Sect’s Sect Master is a woman!

He was almost deceived!

However, regardless of this woman’s martial prowess, the three identical young men clearly are not ordinary people. Having such skilled individuals at her disposal, even if she’s not the Sect Master of Po Yuan Sect, her status is likely significant.

Jianghu is driven by whoever is stronger, Xianglong Sword Sect and Haotian Village are evenly matched; he dared to create havoc at Haotian Village, but when faced with a strength whose depth is unknown, he had to take a cautious approach.

Nonetheless, even if the opponent’s force is substantial, so what? He still has reliance elsewhere.

Thinking of his other reliance, Sang Daokun’s heart felt more assured.

He clasped his fist in a greeting, asking, "Sect Master, may I know your distinguished surname?"

Lu Qianxue smirked and said, "You don’t need to know this! I’ve said it, the Xianglong Sword Sect will no longer exist in Jianghu!" She turned to the three young men, "Throw all these eyesores off the mountain!"

The three young men responded, "Yes!" Before the word had even finished, the one on the left had already stretched out his hand, picked up a man, and threw him down the mountain.

It’s unknown how much strength he used, but the man was like a ragdoll, unable to move, and he didn’t even struggle during the throwing process. After a long while, there was a "thump" sound.

Sang Daokun was first shocked, then furious. Throw them down the mountain? He had been courteous, yet this woman gave no face at all, even saying that the Xianglong Sword Sect would not exist in Jianghu! How could he tolerate this?

The ones he brought were all top-notch fighters, and in the first round, without even reacting, one of them was thrown off, so far down the mountain. Even if not dead, he would be half-alive.

Even if the Po Yuan Sect was renowned, there were only five people who came. On their side, apart from Sang Xuewei who had no combat ability and the one who was thrown off, there were still eight people.

Among these eight, five were from the Xianglong Sword Sect, and three others whose backgrounds he didn’t know.

But he had great confidence in these three people.

Because the person who told him to find Huangfu Jingchen had said, if Huangfu Jingchen was willing to be his son-in-law, then give him a way out. If not, these three people would be his heralds of death!

Daring to come to Haotian Village to take life, their skills would naturally not be weak.

This situation left everyone in Haotian Village a bit dumbfounded, and of course, more shocked, it was the Po Yuan Sect!

They all knew the esteemed son-in-law approved by the young lady had an extraordinary background, rumored to be from the Capital City. But they didn’t know he was actually the Young Sect Master of the Po Yuan Sect.

Zhu Mingwu whispered, "Village Chief, what should we do now?"

Xia Wanqing raised his brow, "Take action! Throw them down!"

The in-laws had already started; he, being the host who was being slighted, had no reason to just watch!

Zhu Mingwu chuckled, "Alright, brothers, let’s do it!"

No matter what Sang Daokun initially had in mind, Lu Qianxue did not give him another chance to regret. Seeing the Haotian Village people and those three brothers acting mercilessly, Sang Daokun shouted loudly, "Huangfu Jingchen, my Wei’er is deeply in love with you, and will marry no other, are you just going to watch things go this way?"

Huangfu Jingchen spoke indifferently, "If the situation just now was favorable to you, would you have forcibly taken me? Why waste words now?"

Sang Xuewei, enduring pain, looked at Xia Wenjin with eyes filled with sadness and disappointment, saying, "This young lady, do you know? Before you, Huang Zheng had lived and shared everything with a young man, intimately embracing him. In his heart, he truly likes men! Do you think he’s sincere to you? He’s just attracted by your looks and the slight fame of Haotian Village in Jianghu. If he can treat me like this today, he’ll treat you the same way another day!"

Xia Wenjin raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Unexpectedly, Sang Xuewei would say such words.

That willful, impulsive, somewhat unruly woman came here to wound his heart.

She accused Huangfu Jingchen of being a Long Yang, saying he began chaotically and abandoned her. For someone else, even if not immediate, it would plant a thorn in their heart. This thorn may not matter initially, but over time, it would grow into a knife, stabbing the heart.

Sang Xuewei was there to sow discord.

Since she couldn’t have it, she couldn’t bear to see others have it!

Unfortunately, what Sang Xuewei thought she knew about Huangfu Jingchen’s secret, wasn’t a secret at all to Xia Wenjin. The one he hugged and kissed, shared meals and accommodation with, was her after all!

Over on the other side, Lu Qianxue didn’t know the details from back then. Hearing that her son was intimate with a young man, she first glanced at Sang Xuewei, seeing she didn’t seem to be lying, then gave her son a fierce glare. Did this brat truly do such an absurd thing?

Seeing him being able to charm girls now, and going after their sweet and delicate cabbage, she felt a sense of her son finally growing up. Yet, hearing such a thing now, she was annoyed at his uselessness!

She lightly coughed, "That, young lady, my son is definitely not a Long Yang. If he were, I’d beat him to death!"

Huangfu Jingchen said, "Wenjin, I..."

Xia Wenjin gave him a smile, and then smiled gently at Lu Qianxue, "I know, Auntie!"

Sang Xuewei saw that after her words, Xia Wenjin’s expression hadn’t changed at all. Was she not concerned about such an important matter?

Unwilling to give up, she said again, "I swear on my life, what I’m saying is all true! If you marry him, you will regret it!"

Xia Wenjin looked at Sang Xuewei with a smile, "I don’t care what he was like before. I don’t know if I’ll regret it later, but if I were to push him away just because of a few clumsy attempts at sowing discord by you, then I would regret it!"

Huangfu Jingchen felt a warmth in his heart, softly calling, "Wenjin..."

Sang Daokun, seeing the current situation, was anxious. If he couldn’t convince Huangfu Jingchen, was he going to suffer here? Dodging a blow from Xia Wanqing, he shouted, "Huangfu Jingchen, I have only this one daughter. Her dowry is the entire Xianglong Sword Sect! That girl, what can she give you? Think carefully, don’t throw away gold and pick up a piece of tile!"