87: Chapter Eighty-One Human Sentints 87: Chapter Eighty-One Human Sentints What’s happening?
Watching the two ice sculptures fall from the sky, Xu Yuan’s eyes were tinted with astonishnt.
He had just prepared himself to hear the protagonist utter harsh threats, and then to watch them slip away right before his eyes.
Is this the result?
Gathering his thoughts, Xu Yuan’s gaze upon the falling ice sculptures beca slightly grave.
He hadn’t been able to see clearly how the ancient black Longsword appeared, nor how it imprisoned the Saint’s Remnant Soul, but he did see the process of the protagonist’s soul and body being frozen into ice sculptures.
Was it Xu Changge who ca?
But in Cang Yuan, this elder brother didn’t seem to have the ability to freeze things, right?
As thoughts flickered, Xu Yuan’s attention was quickly drawn to sothing else.
The black canopy covering the entire Xu Residence underwent a strange change.
After the Saint’s Remnant Soul was sealed in ice, the canopy imdiately developed dense holes, which visibly spread and connected at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Eventually,
The whole black canopy had dissipated into invisibility before the ice sculptures hit the ground, revealing the intricate and mysterious Formation Patterns in the sky above.
And with the loss of the target, those visibly mysterious Formation Patterns in the city’s grand formation gradually vanished from the air as well.
Regaining his composure, Xu Yuan instinctively looked towards where the ice sculptures had landed.
However, after a flash of thought, he didn’t go over imdiately but turned his gaze to the Protectors in the courtyard, who appeared weary yet relieved.
In the midst of that hell on earth, these martial disciples still didn’t forget to co and protect him, the Third Young Master.
Facing life and death, they fought bravely nonetheless.
“Hoo…”
Releasing a long breath, Xu Yuan flicked his fingers, and a couple dozen silver notes, each worth a hundred taels, flew into the hands of Coach Wang.
Coach Wang, who had been looking up at the sky, caught them with surprise and after a quick look, imdiately said to Xu Yuan:
“Third Young Master, what we did just now was our duty, I can’t take this…”
“Take it if I give it to you.
If not you, then surely your subordinates will need it.”
As he spoke, Xu Yuan glanced towards the entrance of the courtyard.
“…”
Suddenly, Coach Wang fell silent, his mind recalling those brothers who had been killed by Qin Mo on their way here…
Xu Yuan looked downcast, patting Coach Wang’s shoulder.
He didn’t know about the others in the residence, but he was always mixing with the folks at the Wuxuan Institute.
After sparring with that group of hearty muscle-heads for over a month, many mories remained fresh in his mind.
Originally, he had also planned to go there today.
Now it seems, he would never be able to go there again.
“Rest well, you did a good job this ti.”
After speaking, Xu Yuan withdrew his hand and walked towards the courtyard entrance.
The sky remained sunny and mild, but the courtyard showed signs of the aftermath of chaos.
Coach Wang held the stack of silver notes tightly in his hand, remaining silent for a long while, before finally bowing deeply in the direction of the Third Young Master who had already disappeared around the corner:
“Wang Quan, on behalf of the brothers from Wuxuan Institute, I thank the Third Young Master!”
…
…
The ice sculptures had fallen near what was once a quiet and beautiful wetland lake.
By the ti Xu Yuan arrived, Zhou Chen and the other two were already waiting by the side.
Seeing Xu Yuan coming, Zhou Chen, with the Longsword on his back, was the first to approach, greeting with a clasped fist:
“Third Young Master.”
Xu Yuan glanced at Zhou Chen.
Oh no, he surveyed all three Grandmasters.
Each was sowhat disheveled, with Zhou Chen, who had directly confronted the Saint’s Remnant Soul, being the worst off.
His body was covered with bloody wounds, but given his strong spirit, he seed to be relatively unhard.
Gathering his thoughts, Xu Yuan nodded and asked, “Was that sword strike from Xu Changge earlier?”
Zhou Chen shook his head:
“It was not the Young Master Changge.”
The two talked while walking toward the two ice sculptures that were sealed in ice.
Xu Yuan frowned, sowhat surprised:
“Not Xu Changge?
Then who was it?”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Chen’s lips stretched into a peculiar smile, speaking softly:
“Third Young Master, you’ll probably know who it is when you see that sword.”
Back then, he had seen the Third Young Master coerce Young Master Changge to let go of the State Preceptor’s disciple with the threat of death.
Now it seems it wasn’t without reward.
“…..”
Hearing this, Xu Yuan’s thoughts were caught off guard.
“Ice, is that okay?”
A cold voice that once infuriated him to the point of cerebral hemorrhage suddenly flashed through his mind.
Ice.
That Big Ice Lump was also ice; could it really be her this ti?
His steps subconsciously halted, and Xu Yuan looked toward Zhou Chen with a strange expression in his eyes.
However, at that mont, Zhou Chen wasn’t looking at him, but slowly lifted his eyes to the sky to one side.
Following his gaze, Xu Yuan also turned quietly to look.
Soon after, he saw a slender figure slowly descending from the sky, landing about ten ters from him.
She wore black, concealing her exquisite curves, with a bulging travel bag slung on her back.
But unlike their first encounter, this ti she didn’t wear a veil.
Instead, she had bought a veil hat that covered her head; her serene gaze was still faintly visible through the thin fabric.
They exchanged wordless glances.
Xu Yuan let out a breath, walked up to her, perford a salute, and said with a sincere smile,
“Miss Ran, long ti no see.”
Ran Qingmo stared at Xu Yuan silently for two seconds and then simply uttered three words,
“Ran Qingmo.”
“……”
Xu Yuan raised an eyebrow, ca to his senses, and with a light cough, repeated,
“Ahem…
Ran Qingmo, long ti no see.”
Ran Qingmo slowly removed her hat, pursed her lips, and nodded her head,
“Mm, Xu Yuan, long ti no see.”
After that, silence.
“…..” Xu Yuan.
“…..” Ran Qingmo.
“Cough.”
Xu Yuan coughed lightly, glanced sideways at the two ice sculptures, “Were these your doing just now?”
Ran Qingmo walked towards the ice sculptures, retrieved her sword, and said nonchalantly,
“Mm.”
Xu Yuan fell silent for a mont, then said in a low voice,
“Ran Qingmo, thank you.”
If it hadn’t been for Ran Qingmo’s sudden intervention, the main character of the storyline might have actually been transported away to escape, and it would have been as hard as ascending to heaven to kill him after that.
“…..”
Upon hearing this, Ran Qingmo didn’t imdiately respond, paused as if reminiscing, and then looked into Xu Yuan’s eyes,
“Xu Yuan, ‘thank you’ is the most worthless thing in this world.
You owe a favor.”
“….” Xu Yuan.
After a pause, Ran Qingmo shook her head again,
“No, that’s not right.
It’s that I only owe you one favor now.”
“All right, now you only owe one favor,” Xu Yuan said with a wry smile.
Steering the conversation back on track, Xu Yuan looked at the two ice sculptures,
“By the way, Ran Qingmo, are both of these people dead?”
Ran Qingmo’s beautiful eyes glanced over there, lifted a slender jade finger, and pointed towards the two ice sculptures,
“No, he isn’t dead, but he is.”
The first strike, Saint’s Remnant Soul.
The second strike, the main character Qin Mo.
Xu Yuan’s breath caught.
Dead…
Looking at the protagonist who seed still alive encased within the ice sculpture, Xu Yuan’s eyes filled with deep surprise.
Qin Mo is dead?
?
The protagonist is really dead just like that?
Seeing his expression, Ran Qingmo pressed her red lips together and asked softly,
“That, didn’t you want him dead….”
Xu Yuan snapped back to reality, waved his hand,
“No, it just feels a bit too easy.”
Ran Qingmo looked utterly baffled.
Xu Yuan, feeling at ease, didn’t feel like explaining to the Big Ice Lump and instead directed the topic towards Ran Qingmo,
“Did you co to find because of that matter?”
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