Chapter 233: Chapter 138: The Legend of the 7-String Ancient Composition

The voice drifted through the door, sounding somewhat familiar to Fang Shuwen.

Shui Qianrou looked at Fang Shuwen. Seeing him nod, she went to open the door.

She looked up and met the visitor’s gaze.

Shui Qianrou’s eyes instantly lit up.

"Big Sister, you’re so beautiful!"

A radiant smile blossomed on the visitor’s face, and she seemed delighted. She bent down and patted Shui Qianrou’s head.

"Little Sister, you’re very cute too. If I’m not mistaken, you must be Shui Qianrou, right?"

"How did you know?"

Shui Qianrou froze, stunned.

"Because I’m a fortune-teller! With a little pinch and a count on my fingers, I can figure out anything—including who you are."

As she spoke, she mimicked the gesture of a fortune-teller and gave Shui Qianrou a mysterious wink.

Shui Qianrou’s jaw dropped in amazement. She didn’t know whether to believe the woman or not. Just as she was about to ask her to divine her brother Shui Qianliu’s whereabouts as a test, Fang Shuwen’s voice cut in.

"This ’Big Sister’ of yours, aside from her first-rate fortune-telling skills, has another especially incredible talent."

"An incredible talent!?"

Shui Qianrou turned to look at Fang Shuwen.

She heard Fang Shuwen say,

"She’s especially shameless."

"...You little bastard. That smart mouth of yours is still asking for a beating."

The visitor looked at Fang Shuwen, not with anger, but with the faint hint of a smile.

Fang Lingxin and Chen Yan also looked toward the doorway, though their reactions were quite different.

Chen Yan’s pupils contracted slightly. He had been leaning against his donkey, editing his little booklet, but now he shot to his feet.

In his haste, he even kicked the donkey a couple of times, looking rather flustered.

Fang Lingxin, on the other hand, was stunned by the woman’s beauty.

’She must be one of the most beautiful women in the world.’

’But why does she speak with such a condescending, almost matronly, tone?’

’What’s her relationship with Master? It’s rare to find someone who dares to speak so rudely to him, especially given his reputation as the Demon Evil God.’

While Fang Lingxin was still puzzling over it, the visitor had already stepped into the courtyard.

"Nice place you’ve got here. Is this young lady your sister?"

Fang Lingxin, taken aback, quickly waved her hands.

"I’m his apprentice."

’Why does everyone think I’m Master’s sister? Do we really look that similar?’

"You took an apprentice?"

The visitor looked at Fang Shuwen in surprise.

"Don’t tell me you’re leading a good student astray?"

"..."

Fang Shuwen knew her tongue was as sharp as a poisoned blade, so he refused to stoop to her level.

"It’s none of your business. As for you, the esteemed Grand Sect Leader of the Yuqing Pavilion, shouldn’t you be in seclusion at your Sect? What are you doing all the way out here in Pojun City?"

He was obviously feigning ignorance, but his words also served to inform Shui Qianrou and Fang Lingxin of just who this august personage was.

Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, both Shui Qianrou and Fang Lingxin gasped.

The Grand Sect Leader of the Yuqing Pavilion!?

Yu Yaoguang!!

Not long ago, while they were eating at Langhuan Restaurant, they had heard Fang Shuwen and Chen Yan mention her.

At the time, Fang Lingxin had felt such people were figures of Jianghu legend.

Who would have thought that just a few days later, she would actually appear right before their eyes?

They were suddenly so flustered they didn’t know what to do with their hands and feet.

Shui Qianrou took it a bit better; she was simply surprised.

During her captivity, the name she had heard most often was Yuqing Pavilion, so of course, the name Yu Yaoguang had also come up.

Now, seeing her in person, she realized she was such a stunning beauty.

Yu Yaoguang nonchalantly walked to the table and sat down, then waved a hand at Chen Yan.

"Relax."

"Yes."

Chen Yan nodded obediently and leaned back against his donkey, though his eyes couldn’t help but dart between Fang Shuwen and Yu Yaoguang.

’So those two are that close?’ he wondered.

He knew Fang Shuwen had caused quite a stir at Yuqing Pavilion, but he was completely in the dark about his relationship with Yu Yaoguang.

At the time, Chen Yan had been busy wrangling his own donkey, which led to him being forced to charge into an enemy camp alone and earning himself a nice set of grievous injuries.

He’d hardly had time to pay attention to anything else.

Fang Shuwen walked over to the table as well, casually poured a cup of tea, and slid it in front of Yu Yaoguang.

Yu Yaoguang nodded in satisfaction.

"So you finally learned how to treat a lady."

"...It’s basic hospitality."

Fang Shuwen’s lip twitched.

"If you don’t want it, you can give it back."

As he spoke, he reached for the cup. Yu Yaoguang immediately shot out a hand to block him. Her Palm Technique shifted, and her fingers jabbed toward his Hegu acupoint. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"It’s already been poured. There’s no sense in taking it back."

Fang Shuwen’s eyes lit up. He found her move exceptionally brilliant.

He didn’t care about the tea, but he had to get a clear look at her Martial Arts.

He immediately countered, flipping his palm and extending his index and middle fingers, aiming the tips at the Neiguan acupoint on Yu Yaoguang’s wrist.

His counter was instantaneous and seamless, leaving no trace.

Yu Yaoguang smiled. She instantly retracted her hand, causing Fang Shuwen’s strike to hit nothing but air. Then, with a flick of her fingers, she targeted the Shenmen Acupoint on the edge of his palm.

The two went back and forth, their Palm Techniques, finger-strikes, and gusts of displaced air constantly shifting within the tiny space between them.

It made Fang Lingxin, Shui Qianrou, Chen Yan, and even the donkey unable to tear their eyes away.

Fang Lingxin, in particular, was dumbfounded.

’Why on earth would they start fighting over a cup of tea?’

’Are they... children?’

In their back-and-forth exchange, neither of them used any Inner Strength. Yet the flow of their moves and counters was exquisite down to the smallest detail.

In the end, Yu Yaoguang’s profound mastery of these techniques gave her the edge.

His Laogong Acupoint was grazed, sending a tingly, numbing sensation through his palm. He had lost by half a move. But seeing the suggestive way Yu Yaoguang was winking at him... he felt that the touch to his palm was more than just a defeat in technique.