Chapter 55
That evening, Han Changsheng and An Yuan stabilized their internal power, and then quickly fell asleep .
Early in the morning, Han Changsheng woke to a knock at the door .
Rubbing his eyes, he put on his clothes and opened the door . None other than Lu Wenlin stood outside .
After a night’s rest, Lu Wenlin’s face was much better than it had been last night . He had certainly recovered . Looking cold and proud, he held a knife in his hand . “Hammer!” (Let’s fight!)
Han Changsheng looked at him, expressionless . “Hammer your head!”
Slamming the door, Han Changsheng narrowly missed Lu Wenlin’s nose .
Before Han Changsheng could reach the bedside, another knock came at the door . “Young-heroic Hua, young-heroic Hua, fight haha, fight haha!”
Lu Wenlin was a martial arts maniac . The so-called martial arts maniac had a spirit of endless competition, never giving up and never turning back . Now that he’d locked onto Han Changsheng and wanted to fight him, he would never give up .
The noises annoyed Han Changsheng to no end . Even An Yuan rose and put on his clothes, saying, “Since he wants to fight so badly, why don’t you just do it?”
Han Changsheng rolled his eyes . “What do you know?”
He had been identified as An Yuan’s guard, thus his purpose would only be to serve An Yuan . If only Lu Wenlin was not Lu Honghua’s son, it wouldn’t be a big deal for him to teach him a lesson . But, because of his new identity, he couldn’t fight as he wished .
If he won, Hua Xiaosa would have a good reputation . What new consequences would he have if he got tangled up with others again? He couldn’t even lose on purpose, or he would lose a lot more than face . Not to mention the face of Tianning’s leader .
If he lost, those people would make things difficult for An Yuan . It would cause a lot of trouble .
If he didn’t fight, the people of the Wulin wouldn’t have any justifiable cause to dare make any moves against him and An Yuan .
Outside, Lu Wenlin called for him nonstop . Opening the door again, Han Changsheng said coldly, “I’m hungry . I can’t fight without breakfast . ”
Lu Wenlin’s eyes brightened . “Just wait!”
With a gust of wind, he disappeared .
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Han Changsheng and An Yuan finished washing and went downstairs, only to freeze in their tracks . In the lobby, a table overflowed with food like baozi, soy milk, fried dough sticks, scallion pancakes, noodles, and tofu and bean curds . It was plentiful .
Standing at the table, Lu Wenlin waved his hand . “Young-heroic Hua, and what’s his face, please enjoy . ”
What’s his face, An Yuan: “…”
Han Changsheng and An Yuan sat at the table . Now that Lu Wenlin had prepared the meal for them, they shouldn’t let it go to waste . They immediately started eating . After a full meal, Lu Wenlin said, “Young-heroic Hua, you…”
Picking his teeth, Han Changsheng said, “We’ll be on our way soon . The clothes haven’t been washed yet . We should hurry and do the laundry . I’m afraid we won’t have time…”
Lu Wenlin took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and said, “Where are your clothes? I’ll wash them!”
An Yuan looked at Han Changsheng in silence . Han Changsheng showed his hands, looking helpless .
Lu Wenlin rushed upstairs to wash his clothes . An Yuan said, “Your heart is black . ”
“Does the soy milk taste good?” Han Changsheng asked, ignoring his comment .
An Yuan lifted the veil and wiped his mouth . “Not bad . ”
Before the veil fell, he stared at Han Changsheng . Their eyes met . He shivered, feeling a bad premonition .
When Lu Wenlin finished washing his clothes, it was almost noon . He went downstairs to find Han Changsheng and An Yuan . By then, the two were sitting in the yard in the sun .
Lu Wenlin said, “Let’s…”
Han Changsheng ignored him . Turning to An Yuan, he said, “App…… Young master An, it seems our horses need to be changed . I’ll go prepare them for you . ”
Lu Wenlin almost fainted . He stood with his fist clenched and wiped soap from his face . “Wait! I’ll go!”
The young master Lu was sure to handle the affairs for them . Before one incense could finish burning, he brought two good horses to Han Changsheng and An Yuan . The cult leader’s eyes brightened as he circled the horse . It was a precious, thousand li horse, with slippery fur and hooves . The young master Lu spat out a lot of hard-earned capital to fight with him .
“All right?” Lu Wenlin was getting impatient . He grabbed the knife in his hand, ready to move .
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Han Changsheng felt his chin and thought . What else could he do? It was rare to have such a silly guy around . If he didn’t put him into good use, it would surely be a waste .
Lu Wenlin wasn’t stupid, either . Seeing Han Changsheng’s eyes rolling around, he knew the man didn’t have any good intentions for him . For fear he’d find more trouble for himself, he simply drew out a knife and shouted–
“Here I come! Eat this!”
Han Changsheng’s eyebrows rose . “Young-heroic Lu, are you trying to start a fight? You’re the son of the martial arts alliance leader, yet you bully people with your strength . Is it good to let people spread those words about you?”
Lu Wenlin’s face was red with shame . The hand holding the blade was frozen in the air, hesitating as he decided whether he should or shouldn’t use it .
Just then, Yun Conghu of the Yunxiao Sect ran down from upstairs and saw Lu Wenlin, Han Changsheng, and An Yuan together . His face was hideous . “Young-heroic Lu, why are you here? I was looking everywhere for you . Where have you been all morning?”
Lu Wenlin wiped his face with the soap, leaving behind greasy marks . “Washing clothes…”
Yun Conghu glared . “Washing clothes?”
Seeing the two horses next to the men, his eyes grew even bigger .
“Young-heroic Lu, how could you bring your horses here? Are you leaving?”
“It’s for them,” Lu said .
Yun Conghu’s eyes almost fell off his face . “Young-heroic Lu, you’re crazy! Ah, no, how could you give your own horse to those two unknown guys?”
Han Changsheng clung tightly to the horse’s reins and made a face at Yuan Conghu . “Those clothes the young-heroic Lu washed this morning were mine, what about it?”
Lu Wenlin didn’t mind . He scratched his head . “I forgot to say that because I’m terrible at washing clothes, I made holes in a lot of them . Your underwear are now crotchless . ”
Han Changsheng: “…”
Lu Wenlin hurriedly said, “If you beat me in a fight, I’ll give you a carriage and those two horses, and pay for your underwear . ”
Once Yun Conghu heard that this was for Lu Wenlin to compete with Han Changsheng again, he became so angry that his nose turned crooked .
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He wanted to fight Lu Wenlin! He lost his face by begging with a smile . He had been sneered at by members of other sects for two days after he was rejected by Lu Wenlin . How could these two unknown guys catch the maniac’s attention? He even rushed to help them wash their clothes and send them away with top-grade horses! Why!
Though Lu Wenlin was called a wise man, he was clearly a fool!
Yun Conghu didn’t know that Lu Wenlin was a master at judging strength . He knew whether someone was a master or mediocre just by looking at people’s breath, bones, and gestures . He didn’t care to fight with Yun Conghu because he didn’t have to fight to know who would win .
However, Han Changsheng and An Yuan were different .
Both of them were made of a good material with strange bones . If they practiced properly, they had to be experts . Also, he’d seen Han Changsheng do it . Both his internal and external skills were excellent . The only thing that puzzled him was that Han Changsheng claimed that An Yuan was his young master .
When he checked the man’s Qi and breath, it was obvious that Han Changsheng’s internal skill was deeper than An Yuan’s .
Yun Conghu couldn’t bear it anymore . He drew his sword and shouted, “Young-heroic Lu, you can’t let these two thieves play with you anymore! I’ll teach them a lesson for you!”
With a fierce sword, Yun Conghu stabbed at Han Changsheng’s chest .
Han Changsheng sneered, and he handed the horse to An Yuan without hesitation . His other hand held a sword——
A “ping” echoed through the air, and Yun Conghu’s blade was propped on Han Changsheng’s scabbard, blocked at the last minute .
Han Changsheng didn’t retreat, but his powerful internal force shocked Yun Conghu’s sword . Yun Conghu didn’t flinch but added a little more fighting spirit .
The Yunxiao Sect was the leader of the top ten sword sects in the Jianghu . Some would even say that the Yunxiao Sect’s sword technique was the best in the Jianghu . All of its disciples were good at fighting alone and were very aggressive .
When he saw Han Changsheng and An Yuan using swords, Yun Conghu had a plan to take them down . If Lu Wenlin hadn’t stopped him, he would’ve challenged and fought Han Changsheng the night before .
Yun Conghu attacked Han Changsheng like crazy . Meanwhile, Han Changsheng only parried . After two or three months of stabilizing his internal power, the old man Xuanji’s internal power had been neutralized . As his internal power improved, so did his senses .
Yun Conghu’s attacks were like a child’s fight, his movements slow and full of flaws . Any parry could be stopped . He didn’t rush to make a move, just because he didn’t want Lu Wenlin to see his strength .
Not a moment had passed, and all the righteous people from the Wulin ran down to watch the fighting . Some were in a hurry, some were gloating . The ones who traded hands with Han Changsheng knew his martial arts were excellent .
Yun Conghu wasn’t really his opponent, so they wanted to see him make a fool of himself . Some of them wanted to see Yun Conghu beaten since he had robbed them of their opportunities .
Since Lu Wenlin took a fancy to Han Changsheng, they could beat Han Changsheng and get another chance at Lu Wenlin . Yun Conghu robbed such a good opportunity .
Lu Wenlin stood and looked coldly at them . In the beginning, he tried to stop Yun Conghu, but the impulsive Yun Conghu didn’t listen to him . He warned that if he wanted to fight with Han Changsheng, he would rot .
“Lady . ” Lu Wenlin clicked his tongue, disdain was written on his face . “It’s like I’ve been talking with wood, what can I do?”
People nearby saw that Yun Conghu was far inferior to Han Changsheng . Though he was the only one who was attacking, Han Changsheng had disrupted his rhythm .
Even those who didn’t know martial arts could see he had exposed too many flaws . When Han Changsheng saw that everyone was coming to watch, he grew more relaxed . Yun Conghu just wanted the opportunity to show off . How could he misunderstand?
When the guy wanted to be in the limelight, he did so without preamble . What kind of fight had he started? Anyone could see it . If they were smart, they’d stop watching and go back . Yun Conghu, however, was blinded .
He was more and more eager . He wanted to let Han Changsheng suffer the sting of loss . His moves were disorderly, like a seven-year-old who refused to stop fighting .
Han Changsheng was impatient . With a whoosh, a cold flash of light flitted through the air . The Longyin sword rested at the base of Yun Conghu’s neck, yet he still tried to come forward . Feeling pain, blood flowed from where the blade sliced through his skin .
Han Changsheng said, “The best sword sect in the Jianghu? As if . ”
Yun Conghu’s face was as white as paper . After fighting for so long, Han Changsheng didn’t even bother removing his sword from the sheath . At the last moment, he didn’t even see when the man finally did it . He had already lost .
He had to admit defeat and go back . Yet in the face of so many colleagues from the Wulin, he couldn’t afford to lose . If he wiped his neck on the sword, he wouldn’t have the courage to actually die .
The two were at a standstill when they heard a loud shout . “The Longyin sword!”
An old man stepped out of the crowd and pointed at Han Changsheng . “Quick, take it from him! He’s the one who murdered old man Xuanji and the elder Lan Fang of the Yuehua Sect!”
Translator(s): Empress
TL Check: Teo
Editor(s): Nadialuxxor
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