Chapter 99: The Lost Narcissus

Compared with the ghost cultivator from last night, this Daoist’s cultivation was about the same, but his true fighting strength was far inferior.

Before he even had a chance to strike, Qin Xuan had already drawn his sword and launched into his footwork, his figure vanishing instantly from where he stood. The Daoist was startled. With a sweep of the horsetail whisk in his hand, a faintly visible barrier of true energy immediately enveloped his entire body.

The protective barrier was almost transparent. From a distance, it looked as though the very space around him had been folded, and it seemed to offer considerable defense.

Not far away, the three women in the car watched the front of the villa intently. Soon, Liu Qianqian let out a breath of relief and said lightly, “That old Daoist is way too weak. I could beat him easily. I have no idea why he thought he could pick a fight with Little Qin Xuan.”

Su Muqing also began to relax, and took the opportunity to ask, “Qianqian, you and Qin Xuan are both swordsmen. Is it very hard to become as powerful as you two?”

Liu Qianqian giggled. “Of course it’s hard. And it really depends on talent. Like me, I’ve been cultivating with my master since I was little, and I lived in the mountains for over ten years, yet in terms of strength I still can’t compare to Little Qin Xuan.”

“Oh? So you’re not as strong as Qin Xuan?”

Su Muqing asked with a smile.

“Mm, yep. Little Qin Xuan is a freak. He started cultivating at eight, and it’s only been ten years, but his cultivation has already surpassed mine.” Liu Qianqian looked a little discouraged.

“I heard you two don’t even have the same master?”

“Mm. Little Qin Xuan is from Mount Shu, and I’m from Mount Tian,” Liu Qianqian nodded.

Qin Xuan was dealing with the Daoist out front, while Su Muqing was drawing out answers in the car. Before long, she had learned quite a bit more about swordsmen and about Qin Xuan.

Dongfang Qingwan, on the other hand, remained silent, watching Qin Xuan with worry.

People fear what they do not know. Although Dongfang Qingwan possessed a Profound Yin body, her understanding of the cultivation world was no greater than Su Muqing’s.

After what had happened with the ghost cultivator last night, she grew more and more afraid that her Profound Yin body would bring danger to the people around her.

Could that Daoist up ahead have come here because of her Profound Yin body too?

The thought made Dongfang Qingwan uneasy.

Suddenly, light flared brilliantly at the villa entrance. A silver sword radiance illuminated the cloud-choked sky, and then the three women saw the old Daoist cough up blood after taking a single blow from Qin Xuan.

“Ms. Su, that’s one of Mount Shu’s sword-seal techniques. This move seems to be called the Void-Splitting Sword Seal,” Liu Qianqian said excitedly, taking on the role of commentator.

Su Muqing naturally had no idea what the Eight Sword-Seal Techniques meant; she only felt that it sounded extremely impressive.

The old Daoist realized he was no match for Qin Xuan and hurriedly tried to flee.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

After a few leaps, the old Daoist charged toward the Chevrolet where the three women were sitting. A hundred meters vanished in the blink of an eye.

“Watch out!”

Qin Xuan’s movement technique far surpassed the Daoist’s. In an instant he blocked the Daoist’s path again, holding his sword horizontally before him. Beads of rain slid from the tip of the blade, and his long black robe whipped wildly in the cool wind, giving him an air of cold solemnity.

“We are all people of the cultivation world; we’ll meet again sooner or later. Why not spare this old Daoist once? It would make future encounters easier,” the Daoist said, clutching his chest and spitting blood.

“I’m not interested in you,” Qin Xuan said coldly, waving the Taiqing Sword and pointing at the old Daoist from afar. “Why are you still not scramming?”

If the Daoist had not fled toward Su Muqing and the others, Qin Xuan would never have bothered chasing after him.

From close range, the Daoist glanced into the Chevrolet and, upon seeing the three beauties inside, could not help revealing a look of astonishment. But with Qin Xuan’s threat right in front of him, he dared not linger in the slightest. With a tap of his foot, the figure in the gray Daoist robe gradually disappeared into the deep mountains beside the villa.

Only after the old Daoist’s figure and aura had completely vanished did Qin Xuan turn back and smile toward the car. “It’s over. Let’s go home.”

Only then did the three women truly relax.

The Chevrolet started slowly and drove into the villa garage.

The three got out one after another. Liu Qianqian glanced up at the gloomy sky, then said with some excitement, “Ms. Su, if tomorrow’s weather is like this too, does that mean military training won’t be necessary?”

Su Muqing found that rather amusing. “Qianqian, you’re thinking too much. As long as it isn’t pouring rain or a shower, this kind of light rain won’t suspend military training.”

“Huh? Really? Then wouldn’t that mean we still have to train in the rain?”

Liu Qianqian was disheartened again.

“All right, little girl, go inside first. Are you really afraid of military training at this level?” Qin Xuan teased her.

“Hmph, of course I’m not afraid.” Liu Qianqian shot him a glare and walked into the villa.

Those words, however, made Dongfang Qingwan beside them a little sad. Qin Xuan noticed her mood had dropped again and quickly comforted her. “Believe me, once your birthday passes, everything will be fine.”

“Heh heh, actually, you don’t need to comfort me. I’m used to it,” Dongfang Qingwan said with a somewhat helpless shake of her head.

“All right, let’s go in. You must be tired after a whole day today. Come inside and rest.”

Qin Xuan looked up and saw that Liu Qianqian had already brought Su Muqing into the house, so he led Dongfang Qingwan after them.

“Little girl, where’s Water Fairy?” Qin Xuan asked casually after turning on the lights in the villa.

“Hmph, you annoying Qin Xuan. I told you Water Fairy would make dinner, but you still wouldn’t believe me,” Liu Qianqian’s displeased voice came from inside.

Qin Xuan looked into the living room and indeed saw several steaming dishes arranged on the dining table, while Liu Qianqian was helping the somewhat downcast Water Fairy out of the kitchen.

“Uh...”

Qin Xuan felt a little awkward.

Looking at Water Fairy’s slightly discouraged expression, he suddenly felt rather sorry toward her. He realized that he had not understood this little flower spirit at all...

Su Muqing, standing off to the side, was dumbstruck.

This was her first time coming to Qin Xuan’s villa, and she had never imagined that another breathtaking beauty would also be living here.

In Su Muqing’s eyes, Water Fairy was undeniably pitiable and lovely at the same time.

Her snow-white, gauzy dress clung tightly to her graceful, enchanting figure, and her peerless beauty left even Su Muqing, as a woman, slightly dazed. Her full, rounded bosom seemed ready to burst free, more imposing than that of any other beauty present. Su Muqing had once thought she was quite striking herself, but now she realized there were always higher skies beyond the sky, and better people beyond the next hill.

And then there was that trace of disappointment in Water Fairy’s expression, which only made her seem gentler and more delicate, so much so that even Su Muqing could not help wanting to step forward and comfort and cherish her.

Su Muqing racked her brains but could never have guessed that Qin Xuan’s villa would be hiding such a stunning mortal treasure.

“Didn’t I tell you to rest properly? Why did you get up to cook?”

Qin Xuan said with a trace of reproach.

“Master...”

“Hey, Little Qin Xuan,” Liu Qianqian interrupted Water Fairy and glared at Qin Xuan. “Wasn’t Water Fairy worried that we’d come back and have nothing to eat? Why don’t you properly thank her?”

“Ahem, Water Fairy, thanks a lot,” Qin Xuan said a little embarrassedly after being glared at by Liu Qianqian.

Beside him, Su Muqing heard Water Fairy softly say the words “Master,” and she froze again.

What on earth was going on?