Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 967: Stunning the Entire Hall

The people in the hall turned around, and they saw a young girl standing at the door, draped in a light, gauzy white robe, as if she were enveloped in smoke and mist, her entire body as white as snow except for her black hair.

Pucha Qiucao happened to turn around and locked eyes with her for a moment, unable to help but be stunned. She felt that this girl was exceptionally beautiful and elegant, impossible to look directly at, yet her expression was cold and indifferent. Truly, she was as pure as ice and snow, and as cold as ice and snow. It was hard to tell whether she was happy or angry, sad or joyful. For a moment, Pucha Qiucao felt ashamed of her own appearance: ‘how could there be such a stunning beauty in the world?’

Song Qingshu recognized her face, and his expression became quite strange. It seemed that he and Xiao Longnu were indeed fated to meet, as they had crossed paths like this. After some time apart, his little sister-in-law was still so clear and ethereal—Bing Xue’er was her senior sister, and in a way, Xiao Longnu could be considered his little sister-in-law as well. However, now that he was sporting the appearance of Tang Kuo Bian, with a full beard, it would be a miracle if anyone recognized him.

Ouyang Feng looked at the girl in surprise; he also recognized Xiao Longnu’s identity. He had witnessed her chase after Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing in the inn, displaying her prowess and defeating the Mongolian masters, leaving them in disarray. He had a particularly deep memory of her swordsmanship.

Thinking of her other identity, Ouyang Feng’s emotions became even more complicated. Ever since he regained consciousness at the Mystic Dragon Island, every time he saw Yang Guo, he couldn’t help but think of the father who had caused Ouyang Ke’s death. Thus, he had a love-hate relationship with Yang Guo, and the same went for Xiao Longnu. On one hand, he felt gratified to see his future daughter-in-law so beautiful; on the other hand, he didn’t want Yang Kang’s son to have such a perfect lover, leaving him in inner conflict.

Daiqisi was deeply shocked. Since coming to the Central Plains, she had always been the one who overshadowed everyone else. Although she had never cared much about it, she was extremely proud of her own beauty. This was the first time she had seen an equally matched opponent, especially with the cold, ethereal aura that Xiao Longnu inadvertently exuded. As a woman, she couldn’t help but be moved.

If these few people could still appreciate Xiao Longnu’s beauty somewhat objectively, Yin Zhiping felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, staring foolishly at her, completely unable to distinguish east from west.

Song Qingshu noticed his unusual behavior and couldn’t help but shake his head secretly. Yin Zhiping could be considered a romantic, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the fate of a protagonist. Instead, he had the affliction of one, and how could he expect a good outcome?

“Since Miss Long has spoken, then this stinky daoist priest can be dealt with by you,” Song Qingshu said, releasing his grip on Yin Zhiping. He didn’t seal the opponent’s acupoints, leaving it up to Yin Zhiping whether to fight back or willingly accept death; it was his own affair.

Xiao Longnu looked at him in surprise: “You know me?” Her delicate brows furrowed as if she were pondering when she had met this bearded man, her expression incredibly adorable.

Song Qingshu was startled; he had inadvertently revealed his identity. 

Just as he was thinking about how to explain, Xiao Longnu no longer looked at him and directly turned to Yin Zhiping: “Will you take your own life, or shall I do it?”

Song Qingshu couldn’t help but smile wryly. He was still considering how to explain, but it seemed that she didn’t care at all. Perhaps the only person she truly cared about in this world was Yang Guo? Alas, he wondered if she remembered that time they had shared a bed…

Thinking back to that moment in the inn when he held her delicate hand while being intimate with Bing Xue’er, Song Qingshu felt a stir in his heart.

Yin Zhiping stared blankly at Xiao Longnu, not expecting that the first words from his dream lover would be so merciless. He was momentarily stunned, unable to utter a word.

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Xiao Longnu’s brows knitted: “Since you are unwilling to take your own life, then I shall take action.” With that, she walked straight towards him.

The members of Chongyang Palace exchanged glances, unsure of what grievances their new leader had with Xiao Longnu, why they seemed intent on killing each other upon meeting.

However, seeing Xiao Longnu move, Yin Zhiping showed no reaction at all. The daoist priest standing between them, in order to protect their new leader, rushed forward, reaching out to grab her arms.

Before their fingers could touch Xiao Longnu’s sleeves, a sudden flash of cold light appeared before them. They felt a sharp pain in their wrists and hurriedly leaped back. It turned out that the two long swords at their waists had already been drawn by Xiao Longnu. In that instant, both of their wrists had been pierced by swords, their wrist bones nearly broken, blood gushing out.

Xiao Longnu’s strike was incredibly swift; the others hadn’t even seen how she had drawn her swords. The two daoists were already injured and fleeing, leaving everyone astonished.

Song Qingshu, Ouyang Feng, and Qiu Qianren were fine, as they had seen Xiao Longnu in action before at the inn. However, Daiqisi and Pucha Qiucao were completely shocked.

Pucha Qiucao had encountered two women today who were not only a hundred times more beautiful than herself but also far superior in martial arts, leaving her deeply impacted. Daiqisi was equally apprehensive; as the foremost of the four kings of the Ming Cult, she was also a top expert in the wulin, yet she had completely failed to see how Xiao Longnu had made her move. If that sword had been aimed at her, would she have met the same fate as those two daoists?

But the most shocked were the members of the Quanzhen Sect. Previously, Xiao Longnu had caused a ruckus at Chongyang Palace for Sun Po Po and Yang Guo, and many present had witnessed her in action. However, at that time, her martial arts were high but nowhere near the level she displayed now, so divine and transcendent.

Another plump daoist shouted, “Everyone, attack together! We have the numbers, what is there to fear from this little demon girl?” Wang Zhitian and the other third-generation disciples frowned; after all, Chongyang Palace was a reputable sect. To bully the weak with numbers against a frail young girl like this would be quite disgraceful. However, they also understood that no one among them could defeat her in a one-on-one fight, so despite their hesitation, no one spoke out to stop it.

The plump daoist thought that no matter how strong Xiao Longnu was, she was still just a young woman. With everyone rushing forward, they would surely win. He was the first to thrust his sword at Xiao Longnu. Who would have thought that as the tip of her sword trembled, he had already been pierced in his left wrist, right wrist, left leg, and right leg. He let out a loud roar and fell to the ground, unable to rise. The four strikes were even faster, and even Ouyang Feng’s expression changed. Her speed seemed to be three times faster than when they had seen her at the inn.

At this moment, the other daoists could no longer hold back and rushed forward. They saw her white robe fluttering and cold light flashing. Xiao Longnu’s twin swords moved like two silver snakes, weaving through the center of the hall. The sounds of clashing swords, cries of “Ah!” and “Not good!” echoed one after another. In an instant, the long swords of the Quanzhen daoists fell to the ground, each of them having been pierced by a sword in their wrist.

The most astonishing thing was that she used the same move, “Jade Maiden Swordplay.” The daoists only saw her sword light sweep past their eyes, and their wrists felt excruciating pain, leaving them defenseless and unable to resist.

Had her sword aimed for their chests or vital areas instead of their wrists, they would have all been left dead on the ground. After being injured, the daoists were all terrified and fled, even the third-generation disciples of Quanzhen Sect who were in the midst of battle with Qiu Qianren stopped, all looking towards her.