Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 103
A powerful current of air silently surged toward him, cold and chilling, condensing the damp mist in the air within a three-foot radius around him into ice crystals.
The Ice-Burning Jade-Shattering Palm technique—what a subtle and delicate skill!
In a brief moment, Feng Xuese had already vaguely guessed who this person was. Although she was surprised that this person would appear here, she remained as still as an abyss, and simply circulated her inner energy. Her Yang Qi instantly flowed throughout her body, allowing her to withstand the sudden attack head-on.
With a loud "bang," the Yin energy collided with the protective aura, causing the maple-colored clothes to tear and the long hair to suddenly fly backward.
A sharp voice: "Young Master Snow-White, what skill!"
Feng Xuese said calmly, "Thank you for showing mercy, Lord Qin!"
He slowly took a step back, lightly patting his clothes. The white shirt shattered like butterflies, fluttering down, while the white martial arts attire underneath remained unharmed. He was secretly astonished. He had long heard that Qin Mu, the steward of the Prince Xin's mansion, possessed extremely subtle and yin-like internal energy, and it was indeed well-deserved. Fortunately, this man was only testing him and hadn't used his full strength; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to be so presumptuous as to test his skills.
Steward Qin emerged from the shadows of the willow trees along the embankment and said in a shrill voice, "Young Master Feng, you're a bit late! People are either dead or dead on Xuan Yue Water Island, and the manor is almost burned to the ground!"
Feng Xuese's heart sank, and she asked, "What? How are the people in the manor?"
An angry voice drifted across the lake: "Everyone in the village is dead!"
Feng Xuese suddenly turned around: "Brother Yan!"
"Me too!"
"Deep cold!"
Feng Xuese felt a surge of excitement. Fortunately, her two brothers were safe and sound... However, all 327 people on Xuan Yue Shui Island, including guards and servants, had been killed?
"How is the situation?"
A dragon boat rowed towards the shore.
On the bow of the boat, west Ye Yan and Yan Shen Han stood and sat respectively.
"Where are Xue Se, Zhu Huihui, and Mu Guniang?"
"It's here! It's here! It's here!"
At the bend in the long embankment, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, some deep and some shallow, Zhu Huihui came running over, panting.
Everyone was taken aback when they saw the strange shape of the newcomer.
Nishino En leaped ashore, took the person from under her arm, and was immediately stunned: "What is this?"
Zhu Huihui stood with her hands on her hips, breathing heavily. "Damn it, I'm exhausted!" she thought. After catching her breath, she finally said, "It's Miss Mu! Don't you recognize me?"
Everyone was speechless. It wasn't that they didn't recognize her; the problem was, how did Miss Mu end up being held captive by her?
Feng Xuese couldn't see anything and, not understanding what was going on, asked, "What's wrong?"
west Yeyan looked at Chen Muwan and said slowly, "Miss Muwan was so angry with your sister that she fainted."
It turned out that Chen Muwan was being held under Zhu Huihui's arm, and she was both angry and ashamed, and her body was also uncomfortable. In her anger and frustration, she actually fainted.
Maple-colored face darkened slightly: "Grey Grey!"
"Yes, sir!"
"What did you do to Miss Mu?"
Zhu Huihui looked at the unconscious Chen Muwan and shouted her innocence: "What does this have to do with me! She couldn't walk, so I said I'd carry her with me! It's because she's not feeling well. I used to carry Huahua, and Huahua was fine!"
Nishino En couldn't help but say, "Can your big fat pig compare to Miss Mu?"
Zhu Huihui retorted, "What's there to compare? They're both lives!" In her heart, Hua Hua's life was far more precious!
Nishino En was a man of status and did not want to argue with her in public. He snorted and carried Chen Muwan back to the ship.
Manager Qin said, "Young Master Feng, please step aboard the boat, and we can talk further then."
Feng Xuese agreed, "Okay!" His eyesight was poor, and he couldn't see the boat at all. He could only determine its approximate location based on the direction Nishino Yan was speaking, but he didn't want to ask for help...
Zhu Huihui said, "Five zhang, four chi, and three fen, two chi and four fen to the right of the Dui position!" She had fought alongside Feng Xuese and was quite experienced in pointing out directions, so she could be accurate to the minute.
Feng Xuese felt a warmth in her heart. This child hadn't been spoiled in vain; she truly understood her feelings. She smiled slightly, "Alright! Let's get on the boat together!" She'd settle the score with Miss Hunmu later.
He grasped Zhu Huihui's slender wrist in return, and following her directions, lifted her up, landing precisely at the bow of the boat. Then, he easily released her hand, thinking to himself: "This child has lost so much weight in just over a month!"
Steward Qin also rushed to the bow of the ship and ordered it to set sail. Meanwhile, Xi Yeyan had already revived Chen Muwan, and then, with Yan Shenhan's help, they entered the cabin at Steward Qin's invitation.
On the carpet inside the cabin, several yellow tarpaulins were laid out, and eight corpses lay there.
As soon as Chen Muwan entered the cabin and saw the several corpses inside, she fell backward without uttering a sound. If Feng Xuese hadn't been quick, she would have crashed into the cabin door and suffered a head injury.
Zhu Huihui gasped as she looked at the corpses.
Feng Xuese asked in a deep voice, "Huihui, what happened?" Everyone present was more experienced than Zhu Huihui, but she only asked her, simply out of habit.
Zhu Huihui said uncertainly, "I think—Miss Mu was just frightened unconscious by her maid and coachman!"
Feng Xue frowned: "What do you mean?"
"Great hero, there are eight corpses on the ground. Among them, Miss Mu's two maids and the coachman are the three most terrifying!"
Feng Xuese exclaimed "Ah!" It turned out that both Miss Mu's maid and Feng Jueya, the Thousand-Mile Soul Chaser, were dead. A wave of pity, anger, and worry washed over her—Qin Diao and Shu Ying, the two maids, were already quite skilled in martial arts, and Feng Jueya, the Thousand-Mile Soul Chaser, was a renowned senior in the martial arts world, yet they had both been killed!
Thinking of Kazama Yoru, who had calmly slipped away, his heart grew even heavier.
This person's martial arts skills are definitely no less than mine. Although Kazama Yoru lost a move in their duel, that was only because Zhu Huihui interfered. Strictly speaking, they didn't actually have a clear winner. I just wonder how many Japanese samurai are like him! And how many have infiltrated China with malicious intentions? What are they planning to do next?