“Sss——! This can’t be right! This shouldn’t be!”
Su Qnian pulled out another whisker, completely bewildered.
“How is it, Pavilion Master? Is it the memorial tablet of our master?” Li Qingran looked up at Su Qnian with pleading eyes, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her skirt.
The Sect Leader had been scrutinizing the memorial tablet for over ten minutes.
There shouldn’t be any issues, right?
“This… how should I put it?”
Su Qnian tore his gaze away from the incomplete memorial tablet, his eyes filled with complexity.
The tablet read “ChenAn”, with a character missing in the middle.
Li Qingran’s master was named Chen Huai’an, but with the character missing, it couldn’t be confirmed that this tablet belonged to Chen Huai’an. However, Li Qingran’s master had mentioned he was once the Grand Elder of the Sword Pavilion…
Su Qnian was utterly confused.
His memory told him that there was no Grand Elder named Chen Huai’an in the Sword Pavilion.
But the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall indicated that there was an elder-level figure named ChenAn.
Since the tablet was placed at the very top and was incomplete, plus he didn’t have any recollection of someone named Chen Huai’an, he hadn’t given it much attention and simply skipped over it. If Li Qingran hadn’t double-checked all the tablets, he might have missed it.
Could it be that when he entered the sect, this senior named ChenAn really went on a journey?
What he said could actually be true?!
Su Qnian took the tablet to find the female sword cultivator outside, and Li Qingran hurriedly followed.
“Senior Sister Lin, you joined the sect earlier than me. Do you remember a senior named ChenAn?”
The woman in white turned around, her pretty face darkening instantly. She drew her sword scabbard from her waist and hit Su Qnian on the head: “Who let you touch the ancestral hall’s memorial tablets? You want to get beaten?”
As the Sect Leader of the Sword Pavilion, Su Qnian did not dare to resist.
He just lowered his head, letting Senior Sister Lin scold him.
…
“I do have some impression of an Elder surnamed Chen, though I can’t recall the exact name.” Lin Yuxi respectfully returned the tablet to its place, then turned to look at the two juniors, saying calmly:
“That ancestor left the sect on a journey long ago, and was a fellow disciple of our master’s master. The tablet has been around for a long time. It was damaged by one of the mischievous sect guardians, which is why the middle character is missing.”
Su Qnian felt a wave of dizziness.
He never expected his casual remark would turn out to be true.
“Is there any other information about that senior?” He wanted to confirm it once more.
“Hmm…” Lin Yuxi frowned and thought for a moment, then said: “Our founding ancestor did leave behind a phrase, carved on the stone stele at Ten Thousand Sword Peak.”
“So the phrase on the stone stele at Ten Thousand Sword Peak was left by an ancestor surnamed Chen?” Su Qnian was greatly surprised: “I thought it was left by our master.”
“As a junior, I haven’t had the chance to visit Ten Thousand Sword Peak yet. What does it say?”
“It won’t hurt to tell you.” Su Qnian paused, stroking his beard, and said: “It’s only eight characters, but it conveys a grand aura and fully summarizes the sword intent cultivated on Ten Thousand Sword Peak — Heaven’s Will Crumbles, Only One Sword Stands!”
Su Qnian nodded his head and immersed himself in the arrogance of those words.
Li Qingran blinked, her eyes wandering slightly.
Although the phrase was grand in aura, it didn’t seem like something her master would say. Her master’s words were usually more ethereal.
But it didn’t matter.
Her former master was her former master, and her current master was her current master.
After so many years, her master had gone through much and it was natural for his speech to differ somewhat from before.
“That settles it,” Su Qnian concluded with a self-satisfied punch to his palm: “Li Qingran, your master Chen Huai’an is not our sect’s Grand Elder, but he is an Elder. Perhaps he was a Grand Elder when he left the sect, and now it’s hard to determine his position in the Sword Pavilion, so he told you he was a Grand Elder.”
Li Qingran remained silent.
Actually, her master never told her anything; she had asked.
“Since your master is one of our Sword Pavilion elders, we naturally need to handle this properly. Go back and ask your master where he is now and what poison he has. The Sword Pavilion will spare no expense to find the antidote for him!”
Su Qnian spoke resolutely, truly going all out.
Setting aside the spirit of not abandoning any member of the sect,
just the four words ‘Sword Pavilion Ancestor’ were worth their utmost effort to save him.
If they could bring back this Sword Pavilion Ancestor, what was the Bluecloud Sect?
The Sword Pavilion would mobilize collectively and storm into the Bluecloud Sect.
They would dig out all the spirit stones from the Bluecloud Sect and make their own sect guardian mate with the Bluecloud Sect’s female snake. Would anyone in the Bluecloud Sect dare to say no? Dare they?!
“Jijiji!”
Su Qnian thought of a happy scenario and smiled like a sword cultivator.
“Su Qnian! Moving the ancestral tablet on your own, go to the Law Enforcement Hall and receive one hundred lashes.”
A cold voice sounded behind him, making Su Qnian shudder all over.
“Oh, Senior Sister, I’m already the Sect Leader, this…”
“The Sect Leader must also be punished.” Lin Yuxi closed the ancestral hall door and said coldly: “What? Are you planning to stay here and let me personally drag you to the sect square in front of all the Sword Pavilion disciples and use a rattan whip on your bottom as I did when you were young?”
Hearing this, Su Qnian turned green with fear and quickly led Li Qingran away.
He knew that Senior Sister Lin would do exactly that.
…
“Sect Leader, disciple still wants to visit the Scripture Pavilion.”
Even though Su Qnian had agreed to handle the matter, Li Qingran still felt that a dual approach was necessary. The poison afflicting her master couldn’t wait. If Su Qnian couldn’t solve it, perhaps she could find a solution in the Scripture Pavilion.
“Go ahead, go ahead.” Su Qnian waved lazily: “The Scripture Pavilion is at the peak of the Northern Peak. Remember to follow the rules there.”
He summoned his flying sword, ready to head to the Law Enforcement Hall.
But then he turned back, his face dark as he looked at Li Qingran.
“Qingran, about today…”
Li Qingran looked serious, her face stern as she bowed: “Disciple merely accompanied the Sect Leader to the ancestral hall and looked at the memorial tablet, and did not see anyone. No one said anything to either the Sect Leader or disciple. Disciple doesn’t know where the Sect Leader is headed now.”
“Uh-huh~” Su Qnian was satisfied as he stroked his beard: “Good!”
With that, he stepped onto his flying sword and soared into the sky.
And Li Qingran breathed a sigh of relief.
She unhooked the bell from her waist, summoning a crane, and rode the crane towards Flying Peak.
…
Bang bang—!
Early morning, Chen Huai’an was still sleeping when two loud bangs came from outside his door.
He opened his eyes groggily: “No way? They’re sending game items again?”
On the sofa, Ba Ji also opened his eyes, a cold gleam flashing in his golden cat pupils.
[The scent of blood, and the smell of that little thief…]
Chen Huai’an got up and opened the door.
A strong smell of blood hit him, causing him to furrow his brows.
But he saw a bloodstain leading straight from the window at the end of the corridor to his feet.
At his feet, a small figure was curled up, her high school uniform soaked in blood and mud, her messy hair mixed with blood and dirt, obscuring her features.
The little girl who fell at his doorstep?
The key point was that he recognized her!
“Isn’t this Zero Three?”
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