From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables C.436 - : 202 Ancient Martial Arts (Second Update)_2

Chapter 436: 202 Ancient Martial Arts (Second Update)_2

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Wang Quan rolled away from the arena as if he had received amnesty.

Zhao Qin smiled slightly, her eyes filled with flirtatious charm that attracted many gazes.

“Your apprentice is quite impressive, winning by mere intimidation. Did you teach him that?”

“That kid is too timid.” The young man’s voice was hoarse and unusually sexy, causing Zhao Qin’s heart to race. She realized his voice was changing, which was normal for boys his age. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

A man claiming to be from Zhuque Hall jumped onto the arena. He had decent skills, but Zhu Shaodan won again with a do-or-die attitude.

Ye Feng stood in a corner, looking at the silly-looking boy on the stage with disdain. “He’s Xi Yu’s apprentice?”

Ye Shuang shook his head. “I don’t know. That’s what he says, but his skills have indeed improved a lot. Master Xiao thinks highly of him.”

Ye Feng’s gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on the black-clothed young man in the main seat. His lips curled and his eyes turned wicked.

The young man seemed to feel Ye Feng’s gaze and looked up.

Their eyes met, and the air around them seemed to thin for an instant. Ye Shuang rubbed his arms. “It’s getting colder as we approach late autumn.”

At some point, two figures had appeared on the second floor.

“Ms. Zhu, is tonight’s show entertaining?” Ran Tengxiao asked with a smirk.

The girl in a white dress was serene and otherworldly, adorned with embroidered silver lotus in her swaying hem. She moved as if lotuses bloomed beneath her feet.

Her indifferent gaze swept across the first-floor stage, settling on the black-clothed young man.

“Fascinating.”

Ran Tengxiao followed her gaze and squinted. “Does Ms. Zhu know that black-clothed young man?”

“What difference does it make if I do or don’t?” No one could best Ming Jing in riddles.

“I just find it interesting that Ms. Zhu’s gaze towards him is somewhat unusual. If he’s an old acquaintance, things become interesting.”

“What does Mr. Ran want to say?”

Ran Tengxiao’s gaze rested on the Buddhist beads on her fingertips, smiling. “Ms. Zhu is a nun; you should have heard this Buddha verse, ‘These foolish monkeys, led by ignorant masters, all fall into the well, trying to save the moon and drown!’”

Ming Jing smiled. “Brave ones who enter meditation and observe their bodies and minds contaminate themselves with filth, just like a painted vase. Mr. Ran, don’t do evil, do good, purify your intent; this is the Buddha’s teaching.”

“Is Ms. Zhu scolding me?”

“Mr. Ran has a benevolent face and is full of kindness. There’s no need for me to teach, you can understand on your own.”

“Hehe…” Ran Tengxiao suddenly laughed. “Ms. Zhu has been in Buddhism for sixteen years, and her cultivation is truly unfathomable. I admire you.”

“Mr. Ran is too kind. You have great wisdom, Mr. Ran; why not convert to Buddhism and attain the great path?”

Ran Tengxiao sneered. “If I dare to enter, dare you to accept me?”

Ming Jing smiled faintly. “Why not?”

“It’s my cousin.” Zhao Qin looked at the second floor. “He’s with Ming Jing.”

Zhao Qin glanced at the young man beside her, who remained motionless and unresponsive.

Zhao Qin rolled her eyes, grabbed the young man, and rushed towards the second floor. The young man broke free with a cold voice. “What are you doing?”

“My cousin is looking for you.” Zhao Qin waved at the second floor, and Ran Tengxiao nodded.

“See, my cousin is calling you up.”

The young man glanced at her coldly, walked upstairs, and Zhao Qin happily followed.

Ran Qing watched Zhao Qin’s retreating figure and ordered her subordinate, “Follow them and see what’s going on.”What intentions does this Xi Yu have, getting close to Zhen’er?

A tea table was set by the window, and the two sat opposite each other. Zhao Qin hopped over and said, “Ming Jing, so you came too. Why didn’t you tell me in advance so I could save you a seat?”

With a faint smile, Ming Jing elegantly held the tea pot: “I heard from Mr. Ran that the martial arts competition of your Qinglong Association is quite exciting, so I came to take a look.”

“Then you’ve come to the right place. This is our annual event at the Qinglong Association. You’ll see many masters only seen in martial arts dramas. It’s definitely worth the trip.”

“I hope so.”

The young man walked silently, his black clothes almost blending in with the night.

Zhao Qin pointed at the approaching young man and laughed, “Ming Jing, let me introduce someone to you, Xi Yu, the top fighter of our Qinglong Association.”

Ming Jing looked up and gave a slight smile, “Hello, I’m Ming Jing.”

The young man snorted from his nostril, “Xi Yu.” He leaned lazily against the railing with his arms crossed. His thin silhouette carried a trace of unruliness.

Zhao Qin’s eyes darted back and forth between the two. Did she overthink it? Did the two really not know each other?

Or was the Jialan Fragrance just a coincidence?

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Ming Jing didn’t seem to care, pouring a cup of tea and handing it to Zhao Qin.

Zhao Qin took it and gulped it down. “Not bad, your tea-making skills are even better than Uncle Lin Feng’s.”

Ran Tengxiao flicked her head with a finger, “You silly girl, can you really taste it by gulping it down like that?”

Zhao Qin touched her head and said unhappily, “Cousin, who are you looking down on? I do have some discerning ability.”

At this time, Zhu Shaodan was finally defeated in the arena, clenching his fists in frustration, “Damn it.”

“Xiao Lin, to have lasted this long is already quite impressive. There are also descendants of the ancient martial arts sects up ahead. You wouldn’t even be able to withstand a single move from them. At least tonight, you’ve made an appearance, and Master Xiao will certainly remember you.”

“Ancient martial arts sects? Are there really such sects?” Zhu Shaodan asked curiously.

The man pointed at the white-bearded old man sitting in the main seat, “He is Ye Song, the head of the Xuanjing Sect, and the master of Ye Jian and Ye Shuang. I heard his little apprentice is a martial arts prodigy, and we should be able to see him tonight. The man in the red clothes is Yan Shu from the Liehuo Hall … This sect mainly focuses on practicing Qigong and is supplemented by internal martial arts methods. Of course, this is just hearsay, and we’ll have to see their performance for ourselves.”

“Since ancient times, this ancient martial arts sect has been hidden from the world, isolated from it. The reason why it has a deep connection with our Qinglong Association is that fourteen years ago….”

The man looked around, and Zhu Shaodan caught on, saying in lip language: “Yu Jiang?”

The man nodded, “Yes, back then a disciple from Liehuo Hall offended her, so she attacked them. Since then, the ancient martial arts sect has become known. She used her iron-blooded methods to annihilate Liehuo Hall, and since then, the ancient martial arts sect has followed Master Wen’s orders. After Master Wen died, the ancient martial arts sect rose in rebellion, and Master Xiao subdued them. Ye Jian and Ye Shuang also joined Master Xiao at that time. You absolutely must not tell anyone about this, as it is the secret of our Qinglong Association.”

Zhu Shaodan exclaimed, “How amazing!” This was a world he could never have imagined before.

Just how strong was this Yu Jiang?

This was a question many people had, but she had been dead for twelve years, and there were hardly any people left who had seen her. This name had become a taboo in the Qinglong Association, one that no one dared to mention.

Below, in the arena, they went back and forth, each punch landing on flesh, creating intense excitement.

But this was just an appetizer; the real excitement had yet to come.

Ming Jing calmly drank her tea, no matter how intense the fighting downstairs, she didn’t furrow her brow.

Zhao Qin’s attention wasn’t on the arena below at all. Her eyes kept darting between Ming Jing and Xi Yu, determined to find proof of their secret affair.

Unfortunately, she was disappointed. One leisurely sipped tea, while the other leaned against the railing. From beginning to end, there was no sign of the ‘furtive glances and flirtatious looks’ that Zhao Qin had imagined.

When Yan Shu jumped onto the stage, the true excitement of the night began.

Ming Jing glanced at him and a corner of her lips curled up.

That little bean of the past has grown up.