Chapter 97

Upon seeing this, the shopkeeper and the waiter were at a loss. They hadn’t expected anyone to dare to meditate on a nun in public, especially since the person was a member of the martial arts world. On one hand, they couldn’t stand it, but on the other hand, they didn’t dare to provoke someone from the martial arts world. They hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Just then, Qi Fei, Li Huiyu, and Leng Shuxue stood up at the same time.

“How despicable!” Qi Fei raised his hand and unleashed two gusts of wind from his fingers, striking the two burly men respectively.

At the same time, just as the burly man’s hand was about to touch the little nun’s chest, the little nun’s body suddenly moved back three feet with great speed. The burly man thought he had touched her, but in a flash, he found that he had touched nothing.

Qi Fei, Li Huiyu, and Leng Shuxue were all slightly surprised. This little nun was not weak in martial arts, and her movement skills were extremely high. She was definitely not an ordinary martial arts master and must have some background.

At this moment, Qi Fei’s finger strikes landed on the two burly men, and both of them were hit in vital points at the same time, their bodies instantly freezing and falling to the ground.

The young nun looked over, her gaze landing on Leng Shuxue, and nodded, saying, “Thank you for your help, benefactor.”

Qi Fei hurriedly said, “It was I who did it…”

Leng Shuxue covered his mouth with one hand, preventing him from speaking.

Li Huiyu smiled and said, “Actually, we didn’t need to take action at all. I think the little master’s movements are similar to the ‘Tree Shaking Shadows’ of Cuiwei Nunnery. Could it be that the little master is a disciple of Cuiwei Nunnery?”

The young nun smiled slightly and said in a clear voice, “That’s right, little nun Miaoyu, my master is Venerable Suyin.”

“No wonder.” Li Huiyu nodded to herself. Master Suyin was a figure on the list of martial arts masters, so how could her disciple be an ordinary person?

Cuiwei Nunnery has very few disciples, but each one is a master among masters and not to be trifled with. These two burly men were drunk, which is why they dared to be so presumptuous.

“Farewell.” Miao Yu’s bright, beautiful eyes flickered, and she turned to leave.

“Hmm…” Qi Fei removed Leng Shuxue’s delicate hand, looked at the little nun’s beautiful figure, and said, “Miaoyu, Miaoyu… what a beautiful name.”

Leng Shuxue glared at him fiercely, grabbed his ear and said, “Is it because you’re pretty or because your name sounds nice?”

“Ouch, it hurts, it hurts…” Qi Fei cried out in pain.

Li Huiyu smiled and said, “Alright, let’s eat quickly. After we finish eating, let’s find a place to stay. Tomorrow morning, we’ll also go to Yuding Mountain to burn incense and worship the gods.” In spring, there are many birthdays of gods, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas. On these special days, whether it’s Dachan Temple, Shaoyue Sect, Cuiwei Nunnery, or Qianshan Sect, many devout men and women go to burn incense and worship the gods. The temple is very popular, and every day you can see a continuous stream of men and women going to the mountain to burn incense.

Yuding Mountain is not far from Yunzhou City. Early the next morning, Qi Fei, Li Huiyu, and Leng Shuxue rode to the foot of the mountain and then walked up the mountain with the local people.

Before long, a mountain gate was seen sitting halfway up the mountain. It had red walls and yellow tiles and was very grand. Inside the high walls were many tall pine and cypress trees, grand halls, and rows of side rooms. Smoke would occasionally drift from the courtyard, and the sound of firecrackers would sometimes be heard. The rich smell of firecrackers wafted through the mountains. Devotees came and went, making it a very lively place.

Qi Fei walked in front, with Li Huiyu and Leng Shuxue following behind, heading straight for the Shaoyue Sect’s mountain gate.

At this moment, in the main hall of the Shaoyue Sect’s mountain gate, many men and women are burning incense and worshipping the gods.

In the very center of the main hall is a tall statue of the Daoist deity, golden in color, with kind and benevolent eyes, holding a whisk, looking down below.

The Dachan Temple is a Buddhist temple, enshrining Buddha and Bodhisattvas, while the Shaoyue School is a Taoist temple, enshrining Taoist deities and immortals.

These two sacred martial arts sites are also extremely effective in seeking divine guidance and divination, which is an important reason why these two major sects have been able to thrive for thousands of years.

Among the crowd burning incense was a beautiful young woman dressed in a yellow palace dress. She had large, clear eyes with long eyelashes and arched eyebrows, her features were simply exquisite. Her skin was as white as snow, and her long hair was tied up with a red silk ribbon, flowing smoothly down her back to her hips. The embroidered palace dress outlined her slender figure. Her breasts were high and full, already quite well-developed, and her full hips were round and round. Her legs were exceptionally long, with thin gold stockings covering her thighs. Her clothes were adorned with jade beads, and she wore a gold bracelet on her wrist. Pearl earrings adorned her beautiful ears. She was both beautiful and noble, like a celestial being who had stepped out of a painting.

The girl’s eyes were clear as water as she knelt respectfully on the prayer mat to worship the gods.

Beside the young girl stood several girls in palace attire, each with a long sword at their waist; they were clearly not to be trifled with.

Outside the main hall, there were men dressed in plain clothes carrying knives, pacing around and glancing at the girl inside the hall from time to time, watching her every move and protecting her safety.

After the girl finished praying to the gods, she got up and walked inside.

Immediately, a disciple of the Shaoyue Sect dressed in a plain Taoist robe came over and said respectfully, “Princess, this way please. Our sect’s elders have prepared a meal for you to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey.”

“Thank you for your trouble.” The girl followed.

The four palace-dressed girls behind her also followed.

This fairy-like girl is Princess Wanru of the Daqian Dynasty. She came to the Shaoyue Sect for divine guidance after being strongly recommended by Yuan Fuyao.

On the other side, Qi Fei and the others had just entered the gate of the Shaoyue Sect’s courtyard.

Leng Shuxue took off her cloak, looked at the people around her, and said, “There are quite a few people around here who are plotting against the imperial court.”

Qi Fei patted his chest and said, “With me, the great hero Qi, here, there’s nothing to fear.”

The three entered the main hall. Qi Fei looked at the devout men and women prostrating themselves in worship around him and touched his nose. Leng Shuxue nudged him and said, “You’re in the main hall and you’re not going to worship the gods? What are you planning to do?”

Qi Fei shrugged and said, “I’ve never thought about worshipping gods. My mother said that it’s better to rely on yourself than on others. Praying to gods and Buddhas might be helpful, but it’s definitely not as helpful as praying to yourself. As the saying goes, the weak seek help from external things, while the strong seek help from within themselves…”

Upon hearing this, the people around him all turned their attention to him, and some even began to criticize him.

Leng Shuxue couldn’t stand it any longer and pulled Qi Fei outside, saying, “If you’re not going to worship the gods, don’t block other people’s way.”

Li Huiyu lit an incense stick inside, then came out and said, “The Shaoyue Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a great sect with a thousand-year history. The environment here is wonderful. Practicing martial arts here will surely lead to rapid progress. Since we’re already here, let’s take a walk around and enjoy the beautiful scenery. We might even meet Master Xuantian!”

“Great!” Qi Fei raised his hand in agreement.

Looking at Qi Fei and Li Huiyu walking ahead, Leng Shuxue’s beautiful eyes darted around, and she thought to herself, “Since there are so many people from the imperial court hidden in the crowd, the people from the Daqian Dynasty must have already arrived. Princess Wanru should be at the Shaoyue Sect. I wonder if Wei Dongxiang and Wang Hongyu have come yet…”

The Shaoyue Sect’s mountain gate was indeed serene and elegant, with lush bamboo and osmanthus trees lining the way, wildflowers in full bloom, and a faint fragrance wafting through the air, attracting a constant stream of pilgrims.

Leng Shuxue looked around and saw a cobblestone path at the corner ahead. Beyond it were rows of red wing rooms. Pilgrims stopped here, and it seemed to be the residence of the Shaoyue Sect members.

A thought struck her, and she quietly walked over there.

Qi Fei and Li Huiyu walked along the quiet path. The people they encountered all focused their attention on Li Huiyu, especially the men, whose eyes kept glancing at her beautiful face, full breasts, plump buttocks, and round, fleshy legs. They all had green eyes and were swallowing their saliva.

Li Huiyu took Qi Fei’s hand and strolled around for a while before finding a pavilion to sit down.

Qi Fei said, “Godmother, are you tired? Let me massage your feet.”

“Okay.” Li Huiyu smiled.

Qi Fei picked up one of her fleshy, silky legs and rested it on his thigh. He gently kneaded her round, beautiful leg with both hands. The white skin underneath the sheer flesh-colored stockings was faintly visible.

Qi Fei’s hand slid over Li Huiyu’s silk-stockinged thigh, feeling its silky smoothness and exquisite texture.

He took off one of Li Huiyu’s pointed embroidered boots, held her silk-stockinged foot in his hand, and felt its softness and tenderness. It was covered with a layer of slightly warm sweat and exuded a faint fragrance of feet, mixed with the smell of silk stockings and a little bit of sweat.

Qi Fei grasped the flesh-colored silk stockinged foot in both hands and stroked it lovingly, even licking his lips.

As Qi Fei touched her like that, Li Huiyu felt a tingling sensation all over her body, and a wave of fluid secreted from her lower body. Her pretty face flushed slightly, her jade feet tightened, and her toes closed. She looked around and saw that some people were already looking in their direction.

She quickly slapped Qi Fei’s hand away and said, “Alright, godmother isn’t tired anymore.”

Qi Fei saw her withdraw her jade-like feet and put on her shoes, and secretly thought it was a pity, he hadn’t had enough fun yet.

He leaned close to Li Huiyu’s ear and whispered, “Godmother, I really want to lick your stockinged feet and then fuck them with my cock.”

Li Huiyu glanced at the passersby around her, her expression unchanged, and whispered, “Is my good son’s dick hard yet?”

Qi Fei said, “It’s so hard, I really want to fuck my godmother’s cunt.”

Li Huiyu said seductively, “My cunt is wet too, but it’s not convenient here. Let’s play again when we get back.”

“Okay.” Qi Fei pouted.

Li Huiyu kissed him on the cheek, stood up, pulled him along, looked around, and asked, “Where is Shu Xue?”

“Shu…” Qi Fei opened his mouth to shout.

Li Huiyu quickly covered his mouth and said, “You’re not allowed to shout in other people’s place.”

The two continued walking along the path, intending to pay a visit to the Shaoyue Sect.

Yuding Mountain is very large and is mainly divided into two parts. The front part is where pilgrims can come and go freely, while the back part is where the Shaoyue Sect’s mountain gate is located. Outsiders are not allowed to enter unless they have permission.

If Qi Fei and Li Huiyu were to visit the mountain as members of the Diancang Sect or as members of the Kun Kingdom, the Shaoyue Sect would certainly welcome and treat them well.

Leng Shuxue turned onto a cobblestone path and entered a courtyard. It was deserted, save for the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers. She knew this was already inside the Shaoyue Sect’s main gate, and outsiders were not allowed to enter.

Suddenly, footsteps approached.

Leng Shuxue quickly leaped onto the roof, gently lay down, and glanced down. She saw a Shaoyue Sect member dressed in a plain-colored Taoist robe walk across the corridor, carrying a plate of spring fruits. He soon disappeared into a house not far away. There were many guards standing at the door of that house, which was clearly not an ordinary house.

Leng Shuxue’s heart stirred. Following the direction of the other party, she moved quietly on the roof and soon arrived at the roof of that house. She lay down on it, held her breath, and remained motionless.

The yellow tiles on the sloping roof were very sturdy, and gusts of wind whistled in her ears. Leng Shuxue could vaguely hear voices coming from the house below.

She was very cautious, breathing softly in the direction of the wind and waves, her breath blending into the wind so that no one could hear her.

She gently moved a tile in front of her, stopping when a tiny gap appeared. Through that gap, she could clearly see the scene inside the house below.

This was a reception room, quite large, with about a dozen people seated, divided into host and guest groups. On one side were members of the Shaoyue faction, and on the other side were members of the Dagan court.

On the Shaoyue Sect’s side, besides Yuan Fuyao, there were seven men in their sixties, each dressed in black and white Taoist robes with gold belts around their waists. They were clearly of higher rank than Yuan Fuyao. These seven men all had sharp eyes, powerful auras, and bulging temples, indicating that their internal strength was extremely profound. They all held whisks in their hands and sat in a row, with Yuan Fuyao standing beside them.

On the side of the Da Gan court, besides Princess Wanru, Crown Prince Wang Hongyu was also present, along with the Ninth Prince Wei Dongxiang, the remaining three of the Thirteen Protectors under the Gan Emperor, Zuo Meihong, Da Yi, and Gui Yingzi, Wei Yimu, the leader of the Imperial Palace Dragon Guard, and Jiang Hailing and Bai Bufan from Aojian Manor.

Wang Hongyu stood up and said, “It is truly an honor for me to be entertained by the seven renowned seniors of the ‘Seven True Men of Shaoyue’!”

It turns out that these seven Taoists are the seven elders of the Shaoyue Sect, the famous “Seven True Men of Shaoyue” in the martial arts world. It is said that each of these seven people is exceptionally strong, each of them is a top expert at the Innate Realm, and when the seven of them work together to unleash the “Seven Star Sword Formation”, their strength is enough to rival a Heavenly Realm expert. No one in the martial arts world dares to provoke them.

The first among the Seven True Men of Shaoyue is Zhang Zhen’e, the “Great Hero of Shaoyue”. His position in the Shaoyue Sect is second only to the sect leader, Xuan Tian Dao Ren. He is a man who hates evil and is upright and incorruptible. He is famous in the martial arts world and likes to intervene in injustices. He has been famous for more than 30 years.

Those who roam the martial world all feel awe and fear upon hearing the name “Zhang Zhen’e,” and even petty scoundrels would tremble with fear at the sight of him.

The other six were also exceptionally skilled in martial arts, each possessing their own signature techniques, and should not be underestimated.

Zhang Zhen’e was tall and burly, with a bold and unrestrained air. He waved his hand and said in a deep voice, “Hey, Your Highness, what are you saying? With the Crown Prince and Princess of the Great Court, and the Nine Thousand Years-Old Eunuch Wei personally visiting, how could my Shaoyue Sect dare to be negligent! It’s just that my senior brother, the sect leader, has been discussing the Dao and scriptures with Zen Master Kongming at the Great Zen Temple these past few days, so it was only my fellow disciples and I who received you. The food in the mountains is simple, and I don’t know if you distinguished guests are used to it. We are truly sorry!”

Wang Wanru smiled and said, “Senior, you are too kind. I have always preferred light meals. If you don’t mind, I would like to stay at Shaoyue Sect for a few more days.”

Zhang Zhen’e hurriedly said, “Princess, please stay here! I have long heard that you studied under the Snow Mountain Divine Nun of the Thousand Mountains Sect. The Snow Mountain Divine Nun is pure of heart and desires, and does not concern herself with worldly affairs. She is a true hermit. I see that you are pure and clever, with a tranquil nature and no desire to compete with the world. You have clearly received the Divine Nun’s true teachings. It is truly rare!”

Seeing that they were going on and on without getting to the point, Wei Dongxiang coughed and said, “It’s like this, Princess Wanru has reached marriageable age, and His Majesty the Emperor intends to arrange a marriage for her. However, the princess is not satisfied, and His Majesty is helpless and cannot force her. Fortunately, the princess understands His Majesty’s good intentions and has promised that she will marry him if she finds a good man. That’s why she came to the Shaoyue Sect to offer incense and pray to the gods, seeking divination and guidance, hoping that the friends of the Shaoyue Sect can use their mysterious Taoist arts to give the princess some pointers on her marriage prospects.”

Yuan Fuyao and Bai Bufan, who were standing to the side, both turned their gazes to Princess Wanru and secretly swallowed.

Both of them were of marriageable age. Yuan Fuyao was determined to win the heart of the beauty, while Bai Bufan also had his eye on Wang Wanru. Although he had lost an arm to Qi Fei, he was the son of “Sword Saint” Bai Xifeng, so he still had a chance.

The consort that the Emperor had previously chosen for Wang Wanru was Bai Bufan, but Wang Wanru disliked him because he had lost an arm and was not a proper person.

But this did not affect Bai Bufan’s pursuit of her; as long as there was even the slightest chance, he would not give up.

Marrying Princess Wanru would not be as simple as just getting her as a person; it would mean owning half of the Great Gan Dynasty.

Upon hearing this, Shao Yue and Qi Zhen exchanged glances, then turned their gazes to Wang Wanru, scrutinizing her closely.

After a moment, Zhang Zhen’e said, “According to Princess Wanru’s birth chart, she will be eighteen this month. If we calculate carefully, she is indeed about to be a lucky star. Looking at the princess’s face and temperament, she is glowing with a rosy aura, which is obviously a sign that she will meet a good man soon. However, there are a few black lights shining through the red light, which is a pattern of good fortune mixed with misfortune. It may cause bloodshed… But the result is still good.”

“What you say is true, senior brother. The princess will surely meet a good man, but we must also be wary of villains taking advantage of her vulnerability. However, the princess is of noble birth and has His Majesty the Emperor as her backer, so I believe no one will dare to offend her.”

The other Taoist priests also offered their comments.

Everyone was overjoyed upon hearing this.

After thanking him, Wang Wanru smiled with longing, “The man I admire is a handsome young man. He is simple, honest, kind, sincere, brave, resourceful, and upright. He is definitely not the kind of villain who does all kinds of evil, nor is he a selfish and petty person, much less a hypocrite who spouts benevolence and righteousness while harboring wicked intentions. I believe that if I were ever in danger, the person who would stand in front of me would definitely be him. Even if the enemy is the most evil demon in the world, he would never flinch. Even if everyone else abandons me, he will always stand firmly by my side and grow old with me…”

These words made everyone around nod and smile; wasn’t this exactly the sentiment of every young girl in love?

At this moment, Princess Wanru was so innocent, beautiful, and captivating that no one could bear to harm such a fairy-like beauty.