System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests-Chapter 77 - 71: The Malignant Mirror Returns (Part 2)

Chapter 77: Chapter 71: The Malignant Mirror Returns (Part 2)

After a long while, he muttered to himself:

"The foundation of the Lightweight Technique is really solid, moving so fast even when stepping awkwardly, not afraid of falling..."

Looking at the blood stained on his lips, he felt that this seemed to have gone awry.

Chu Qing’s intention was not like this.

The previous words were meant to calm Wu Qianhuan down, preventing her from doing something irrational in a fit of rage.

Don’t harm others, and don’t harm yourself.

After that, he could find a way to make Wu Qianhuan back down.

Don’t waste your youth on a relationship that has no future.

But Wu Qianhuan didn’t even give him a chance to say anything else... She directly concluded the matter and took advantage of him.

"My lips are bloodied because of that little girl, so careless, how much force did she use?"

Turning back, he noticed that Wu Qianhuan had left him some things on the stone table.

Upon opening it, he found it was some contact methods for Celestial Dance City.

Although Celestial Dance City’s scope is limited, its influence extends everywhere, with people acting as ’contact persons’ in various places through whom messages can be relayed.

After memorizing this, Chu Qing turned to leave... only taking two steps before rubbing his forehead:

"Oh right, is Xia Wanshuang still waiting for me at Cuiyun Inn?"

He thought for a moment and shook his head; any sensible person would have run away long ago, who would stay there idly waiting for someone to sleep?

Little did he know, Xia Wanshuang had already waited the whole night.

Afraid that Chu Qing might arrive last night, she didn’t sleep all night; now her eyes were sunken, nodding off with exhaustion.

As the morning light streamed through the window, her tightly shut eyes were awakened by the brightness, prompting a glance outside with gritted teeth:

"That damn jerk, is he coming or not?"

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Gentle is a very complex girl.

She appears calm and serene, but is actually lively and active.

Whenever she sees anything interesting like flowers and plants on the road, she would come forward and study them carefully.

Thus she is somewhat elusive...

Chu Qing doesn’t need to look for her.

She can always track him by scent.

Her face is expressionless, seemingly indifferent. In reality, she is very talkative...

If she wants, she can talk for up to half an hour at once, relying on her profound Inner Power to breathe unobtrusively without affecting her speech rhythm.

Her curiosity seems to switch freely between abundance and stagnation.

She is curious about everything she hasn’t seen.

Yet she never asks Chu Qing about his background.

All of this is hard to explain in words...

And Chu Qing didn’t expect such a girl to be the famous young lady of the ’128 Mile Luochun Manor’.

mile is the sphere of influence of Luochun Manor.

Neither gaining one extra mile nor losing one.

Since Luochun Manor established itself in the Martial World, it has occupied this 128-mile area.

No one can force them to take a step back!

The current Manor Master of Luochun Manor, ’Dust Star Fall’, Wen Fusheng, is Gentle’s biological father.

These things were told to Chu Qing by Gentle on the first day they departed from Celestial Dance City.

After all, without knowing the destination, the two of them couldn’t travel together.

And the distance from Luochun Manor to Celestial Dance City’s sphere of influence is not far or near, spanning approximately 200 miles, needing to cross the entire Divine Blade Hall to reach.

Once outside of Celestial Dance City’s sphere, this stretch of road becomes difficult to traverse.

Divine Blade Hall has vast power, but it is said the old Hall Master Jiang Divine Saber is at the end of his destiny, approaching his dying days.

Thus, internally, factions are numerous and the leaders fight for power, causing frequent conflicts.

Disregarding the life and death of the common people.

Hence during this journey, it was common to find ten families empty out of nine, with ruins and rubble everywhere.

The two people relied entirely on luck for lodging; if lucky, they could find a ’inn’ with a ’strainer’ at the door, now it wouldn’t be called a hotel, at best it would be a ’homestay’.

People, in order to make a living, rent out their house.

Passersby rely on the ’strainer’ to identify them, where they can pay silver to stay and eat once inside.

If unlucky, they could go days without finding a place to stay.

Only able to sleep exposed to the elements outside.

Such was the case on this night as well, both Chu Qing and Gentle had considerable experience with it.

Seeing the sun leaning west, and the sky dyed with red clouds, they began to search for a place to camp.

Chu Qing gathered wood to make a fire, Gentle took a small iron pot out from her bag.

Chu Qing asked about the origins of this pot... Gentle said she picked it up while walking at Taiyi Sect.

Seeing it wasn’t damaged, she kept it for herself.

Chu Qing’s mouth twitched back then, thinking why didn’t you return this broken pot?

But thankfully she kept it, otherwise, eating outside would be quite challenging for them.

From the water source, they fetched water, and hung the pot on wooden branches, placing some of the leftover roast chicken and wild rabbit meat inside, seasoned with salt, tasting quite good.

The main course was pancakes; though a bit hard, they became quite delicious when soaked in the broth.

Halfway through their meal, while discussing who would keep watch first, Chu Qing suddenly signaled silence.

Gentle froze her eating and drinking, hearing only silence.

No insect chirping nor bird calls in the forest, only the sound of wind blowing through treetops.

Then she sniffed and told Chu Qing:

"Seven."

As soon as she spoke, the sudden sound of rushing wind could be heard.

Six figures appeared from all directions, each clad in black with masks bearing face patterns.

Mirror of Sin!?

Both Chu Qing and Gentle soared up simultaneously, moving away from the fire.

With a clang, Chu Qing’s Single Saber was drawn from its sheath, the blade sweeping through, splitting an unsteady black-clad person in half.

But Gentle said there were seven... yet only six appeared before their eyes.

Where was the seventh?

A thought crossed Chu Qing’s mind, suddenly looking at Gentle:

"Underfoot."

This abrupt remark made Gentle understand immediately, leaping up.

Just as she rose, a silhouette burst forth from the soil, claws shimmering coldly, trying to grip Gentle’s ankle.

Yet Gentle moved a step ahead, rendering the move ineffective.

Her foot tapping, she stepped directly on his head, borrowing strength to rush towards Chu Qing.

Along the way, she casually unleashed two strikes of Taiyi Divine Fist, sending two pursuing assassins flying in opposite directions.

Chu Qing’s blade struck down on shoulders, two screams echoed as two Assassin’s from the Mirror of Sin each left an arm behind, retreating repeatedly.

At that moment, Gentle arrived beside Chu Qing.

Chu Qing raised his gaze towards the black-clad man wielding the claws:

"Mirror of Sin?"

The Mirror of Sin’s assassin stood firmly; the remaining six black-clad people lost one, injured four, after one encounter, leaving only one unscathed.

All appeared behind the claw-wielding man.

The leader’s eyes flashed with astonishment:

"You’re not Chu Fan, who are you?"

Seeing this, Chu Qing relaxed slightly, as the person didn’t know who he was... indicating the target wasn’t him.

Yet the next moment Chu Qing realized, the target wasn’t him...

He looked at Gentle, meeting her clear eyes.

This young girl just came down the mountain, who would inexplicably hire Mirror of Sin’s people to kill her?

The assassin leading the group from Mirror of Sin, seeing Chu Qing not respond, didn’t speak further, suddenly charging forward, leaves swirling up, wrapping around him.

At this point, the person’s figure coiled like a dragon, claws resembling a dragon’s head, aiming at Chu Qing’s chest.

Chu Qing frowned lightly, placing one hand on his saber’s hilt, readying to draw, yet saw a white shadow flash by.

Standing still, with a flick, he heard a loud bang.

That Mirror of Sin’s claw assassin was kicked away like a cannonball, slammed into a tree.

As the figure slid down, blood already flowed from the mask’s edge, life or death unknown...

In front of Chu Qing and Gentle stood a white horse.

At this moment, it halted, neighing, echoing throughout the land.

This horse appeared as if it also practiced Inner Power.

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