The pinnacle of the martial arts world

Chapter 41

"Are we friends now?"

Tang Qiefang smiled and said, "I guess so."

Chapter Seventy-Five

Yang Luoxue nodded, then suddenly took Tang Qiefang's wine glass, bit her finger, dripped a few drops of blood into the glass, and then poured wine into it.

Tang Qiefang was taken aback. "What are you doing?"

"Drinking it will remove the poison from your body."

Can it cure the poison of the Heavenly Fragrance? Can it make him a normal person again?

For a fleeting moment, he had a thought, but in the end he shook his head and said, "No."

"Without the antidote, you will never be able to leave behind your own bloodline. You must know that, right?"

"I know, but I can't drink it," Tang Qiefang said slowly. "Heavenly Fragrance can only be refined with a human body as the cauldron. If you remove the poison from my body, it's the same as destroying my Heavenly Fragrance."

"Things that are poisonous to both oneself and others are better off not being used!"

Tang Qiefang's voice was a little hoarse: "It's true that it poisons both itself and others... but it's useful."

I can use it to protect the people I want to protect.

He raised his glass and said, "Friends don't necessarily have to save you from your troubles; it's already nice to be able to drink together."

That time, they drank a lot of alcohol, until very late. Perhaps there was a moon, perhaps not, but the two of them drifted off to sleep, slumped over the table. Suddenly, a loud, earthquake-like noise startled them awake. Yang Luoxue grabbed Tang Qiefang, "Tang Congrong is coming out!"

The two rushed over, and a person slowly emerged from the passageway.

Simple clothes, simple face.

Tang Qiefang stopped in her tracks, unable to move forward.

Tang Congrong walked towards the two of them and said directly to Yang Luoxue, "My clothes are dirty, can I borrow your clothes?"

Yang Luoxue agreed, and Tang Congrong went with him to bathe. Tang Qiefang called out from behind, "Congrong—"

Tang Congrong suddenly turned around, "You, a mere disciple of the Kun generation, dare to address me by my given name?"

Yang Luoxue smiled with a hint of schadenfreude. Tang Congrong rarely got angry, but as the saying goes: the less angry a person is, the more terrifying they are when they do get angry.

After Tang Congrong finished showering and changing his clothes, he noticed that Yang Luoxue was slightly taller than him, and the clothes were a little too big for him. It was already late at night outside; the rain had stopped, and there was a chilly smell in the air.

When he walked out of the room, Yang Luoxue was there, as was Tang Qiefang.

Tang Qiefang washed off the disguise from his face, changed out of the sedan bearer's clothes, and put on Yang Luoxue's clothes as well. He was about the same height as Yang Luoxue, and the clothes fit him perfectly.

The disciples of Medicine King Valley were all dressed in blue robes and white gowns. The three of them were wearing identical clothes.

That year it rained, and Tang Congrong and Tang Qiefang's clothes got wet, just like now, they were wearing clothes with falling snow.

Time really flies.

And no one ever imagined that the three of them would end up like this.

Fate is indeed wondrous.

There were some snacks on the table, which were prepared for Tang Congrong.

Tang Congrong picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. Without even looking at Tang Qiefang, she asked Yang Luoxue, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"There's something I need to discuss with you."

"Um?"

"You're already twenty, shouldn't you be getting married?"

"Do you intend to play matchmaker for me?"

Yang Luoxue nodded, "Exactly."

Tang Congrong smiled faintly: "Which family's daughter is she?"

"Peerless in a Hundred Miles".

Tang Congrong froze, forgetting to swallow the pastry she was biting into.

Since their first meeting at Xuyu Mountain, Yang Luoxue and Baili Wushuang have fallen in love at first sight, a fact known throughout the martial arts world.

Chapter Seventy-Six

"...I thought Baili Wushuang was the one you were looking for..."

“No,” Yang Luoxue denied, “I am not worthy.”

"If you're not good enough, how could I be?"

"If I say you're good enough, then you are," Yang Luoxue said calmly. "If you agree, I'll go and propose marriage on your behalf."

Tang Congrong was startled and subconsciously looked at Tang Qiefang—his habit over the years was to think of Tang Qiefang's opinion first in everything, and this had not changed to this day.

This was the first time he had truly seen this face, the face he had always deliberately avoided with coldness. It was also the first time he had seen it in almost a year.

With a faint blush at the corners of his eyes and lips as red as fresh blood, the Heavenly Fragrance Technique had been perfected, and the captivating beauty on his face grew even more intense.

He had lost some weight, but his eyes remained the same as before, gazing at Tang Congrong with a mixture of joy and sorrow that was impossible to discern.