Chapter 710: What kind of feeling is it? (2/2)
Aside from the direct disciples of the Celestial Mountain elders, all the rest had to stay in Lockheart Courtyard for up to two years and accept a seal to start cultivating Nirvana Heart Arts before ever starting swordplay. Internal cultivation arts were the basics for learning swordplay, so it was self-evident that Lockheart Courtyard held an important place atop Celestial Mountain. Nobody liked to offend its master unless absolutely necessary, so all of the disciples treated Cang Qiuzi with utmost respect. Thanks to that, and Cang Qiuzi’s own formidable martial arts skills, the sword sect master often left matters of the sect to him. Over the past decade, Cang Qiuzi’s power had long eclipsed that of the other three elders. Sometimes he could even make important decisions in the sword sect master’s place.
The two guards recognized Long Feiye, but not Han Yunxi. They only saw him holding her hand and wondered how they should address her. But suddenly, a figure flew out from the building nearby, as fast as a gust of wind. Before Han Yunxi could see who it was, she only heard a voice cry flirtatiously, “Senior Brother Ye, you’ve finally returned. Xin’er’s missed you a lot.”
This was the second time Han Yunxi had heard another woman call Long Feiye by ‘senior brother.’ Although this situation had nothing to do with Duanmu Yao, she still felt uncomfortable at the address! Examining the girl, she discovered that this “Xin’er” was a petite female with a fair complexion. Her eyes shone as she stared at Long Feiye, while a white jade command tablet hung at her waist. It was inscribed with the “Sword” character, meaning that she was a high-ranking disciple of the Sword Depository faction.
At the same time, Xin’er was examining Han Yunxi before her gaze finally drifted to the couple’s interlocked hands. If there was one thing women couldn’t hide, it was jealousy! Xin’er was no exception, as her envy was practically oozing out of her eyes. Long Feiye didn’t even remember who this “Xin’er” person was, so he was planning to ignore her. But Xin’er smiled and said, “Senior Brother Ye, those who don’t know martial arts aren’t allowed at Celestial Mountain, oh.”
Despite spending most of their year on Celestial Mountain, the female disciples would never miss news about Long Feiye–especially the woman by her side. They wanted to know ever more about her so they could understand her better. Here was Han Yunxi, a woman without a whit of martial arts skills. All she knew were some heretical, crooked skills in poisons. Why did she deserve Long Feiye’s favor? Heaven knows what kind of methods she used to enchant and seduce Long Feiye to her side!
Naturally, being Long Feiye’s woman meant making an enemy of all the women in the world.
After living through hundreds of battles, Han Yunxi was long used to such antagonism. In fact, she was almost starting to enjoy it.
“Learning martial arts is so tiring and coarse, ah? What’s a prim and proper girl like you studying that of all things? Neither masculine nor feminine, and now impossible to marry off.” Han Yunxi purposely pulled Long Feiye’s arm close as she imitated Xin’er’s tone of voice and added, “I’d never learn martial arts. In any case, Long Feiye, you’ll always be by my side to guard me, love me…dote on me….protect me…”
As she spoke, she raised a finger in the air and lazily studied it as she continued. “…protect me to the point that no one will hurt a single finger on my hand.”
Anyone who tried verbal warfare against Han Yunxi would die from her poison tongue! Xin’er was so angry that she almost emitted steam from her nostrils. She was about to retort when Long Feiye took Han Yunxi’s hand and softly nipped her on the finger.
How could the proud and chilly Duke of Qin ever do such things to a woman? How could his lips ever touch hers? Xin’er didn’t want to believe it, but she couldn’t stop herself from liking Long Feiye either. How she wishing he was biting her! What does that even feel like?
Just how is it?
A numbness spread through Han Yunxi’s body from her finger like an electrical jolt. Fortunately, he released her before she felt like collapsing into his arms.
“Still not opening the locks?” Long Feiye looked coldly at the guards. They had been stunned by his actions as well, but quickly recovered to undo the chains and let the couple enter the bamboo bridge. Long Feiye had their driver Uncle Gao wait at the building by the bridge. Xu Donglin was the only guard to accompany them–not because he was underestimating their enemy, but because he had plenty of allies atop the mountain itself.
Xu Donglin pushed off from the start of the bridge to leap into the air. He would use lightness techniques to travel ahead and clear the way. Han Yunxi finally realized that the bridge wasn’t for walking at all, but as a jump-off point for flying between sections. It looked like Xin’er had reasons to laugh at her for wanting to go up without knowing any martial arts. But she had Long Feiye, so she wasn’t afraid!
“Hold on tight.” Long Feiye was in a good mood. Though he’d given her instructions, he was the first to hold her tight. Kicking off with his toes, he flew into the skies, his figure free and unrestrained.
They were already gone by the time Xin’er stopped gaping. Of course, she was only a tiny peach blossom compared to the larger one waiting for Han Yunxi later. As soon as Long Feiye and her reached the foot of the mountain, all of the important figures on top had already heard the news.
Would Han Yunxi be pass the bamboo bridge successfully?