Chapter 396: 0249 I Don’t Know What Name to Use (Combined Chapter)_2
Who knows what it’s used for.
Xu Chang’an wasn’t particularly interested in arrays, but such a formation did make him pause for a long time.
It wasn’t until he realized that as they were about to enter the North Garden Disciple Area, they took a detour without getting closer, that he looked away.
As long as it doesn’t disturb Miss Yun.
As for whether the array would have any adverse effects, he wasn’t too worried.
This is the Chaoyun Sect, trustworthy.
Not really.
What’s trustworthy isn’t the Chaoyun Sect, but his teacher.
Standing in the rain, the dampness partially soaked the hem of his clothes, Xu Chang’an set off again, leaving along the path.
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Nearby, a young man carrying a sword-like object wrapped in white cloth was mingling in the crowd. He seemed to have sensed something and looked towards the direction Xu Chang’an had left.
"Young Master, what’s wrong?" asked a clan member beside him.
"Nothing." Sikong Jing shook his head, ready to continue forward, but soon he paused again.
This time, he was genuinely stunned.
Because, in his sight, he saw a woman in a dark long skirt, whose intellectual and gentle demeanor could not be concealed by the rain; under the rain curtain, the teardrop mole gradually became visible.
Sikong Jing was stunned for quite a while before noticing that this woman had long hair styled in a mature woman’s bun, with a hairpin slightly swaying behind her head.
Interestingly, she was also staring at the spot where Xu Chang’an had disappeared... staring blankly.
The young man was dazed for quite a while until a scorching heat emanated from the sword behind him, awakening him abruptly.
He remembered that back in Beisang City, she didn’t have the demeanor of a wife.
Sikong Jing could feel she had changed a lot.
The only thing that hadn’t changed were those resilient, mirror-like clear eyes.
Listening to the rain, Sikong Jing looked at the woman’s lovely face and twisted long hair in the distance, somewhat unclear why he... sighed.
The feelings of youth always arise unconsciously, and disperse just as unconsciously.
"Young Master, it’s not time for the Sword Testing Spring yet; we should avoid conflict with Tripod Heart Peak," a clan member said respectfully beside him.
"What?" Sikong Jing was puzzled.
The clan member was a bit helpless and had to speak openly and bluntly: "Now is not the time to approach the Hehuan Bell."
The sudden approach of two divine artifacts is likely to stir up old grudges from the previous generation, creating unnecessary conflicts that could affect the agreement between Tripod Heart Peak and the Profound Sword Bureau... therefore, even though they are being glared at by Gu Qiancheng like that, it’s best to endure where possible.
The clan member didn’t mention one more thing.
It seemed that the Young Master was the one who first cast a rude gaze.
This was indeed quite strange.
But no wonder, anyone who was suddenly stared at by a "rival" couldn’t be expected to be happy, especially when trying to remain composed in a trade with the Profound Sword Bureau, and facing the bratty, unreasonable Hehuan Sect’s Little Princess.
"Ah... hmm." Sikong Jing nodded, only then noticing that beside the Liu Qingluo he had been staring at, there was a "little bean" girl glaring at him fiercely.
No alternatives.
Gu Qiancheng was simply too inconspicuous in front of Liu Qingluo.
And Gu Qiancheng’s waist bell jingled, opening her arms to shield Liu Qingluo, seemingly aware of his rude gaze.
Such close relations... seem no surprise.
Back in Beisang City, he noticed Zhu Pingniang’s mark on Liu Qingluo.
Sikong Jing gave Gu Qiancheng an apologetic look, then lightly tapped his immortal sword on his back, and as the aura receded... Gu Qiancheng’s waist bell quieted down.
Everyone present sighed in relief.
They were here to set up an array, not to watch a battle of divine artifacts.
So when Sikong Jing and Gu Qiancheng were exchanging glances from afar, claiming they weren’t anxious was a lie, especially considering that the one holding the Hehuan Bell was a troublemaker.
Now that things had calmed down, everyone went back to their tasks.
After withdrawing his gaze, Sikong Jing suddenly asked the clan member beside him, "Senior Brother, I’m not familiar with the Hehuan Sect; does Junior Sister Gu have any elder brother?"
"...?" The clan member paused, even more helpless toward his own sword-fool Young Master, shook his head and said, "No."
"No..." Sikong Jing mused, then asked, "Could it be that the substitute Sect Leader accepted any male disciples?"
"Shush, in Chaoyun Sect, you call him Peak Master." The clan member’s eyes widened a bit.
Only one Sect Leader exists in the Chaoyun Sect, words should not be carelessly spoken.
After Sikong Jing waved his hand, the clan member elaborated: "Disciples? Haven’t heard of any... Why are you asking?"
"Eh?" Sikong Jing was momentarily confused himself, scratching his head and said, "Right, why am I asking this."
Considering his temperament, he’d probably need to go back and draw a while to figure out why he asked in the first place.
He had taken Liu Qingluo as Gu Qiancheng’s "sister-in-law."
——
In the distance, Gu Qiancheng snorted.
She indeed didn’t like swordsmen.
Though... she found it odd, she didn’t strongly dislike Sikong Jing, who had drawn his immortal sword; moreover, learning that he had the audacity to "pursue" Wen Li, she couldn’t help but laugh.
Impression-wise, Sikong Jing was not a lecherous person.
If Gu Qiancheng were to judge him, she’d think he was a sword-centric person, with nothing but swords on his mind, both clueless and foolish.
Yet ironically, very strong—stronger than she envisioned, infuriatingly strong.
Why had he been constantly staring at Sister Liu?
Hmm?
Could it be...
The fact that Sister Liu possessed an Immortal Talent had been leaked?
Was there an insider amongst her ranks?
Gu Qiancheng instantly became vigilant, casting distrustful glances at the Hehuan Sect disciples around her.
Unlike the Profound Sword Bureau side, the Hehuan Sect people were well accustomed to Gu Qiancheng’s temperament, each ignoring her and focusing on their tasks.
"Ahem." Gu Qiancheng felt a bit embarrassed, she lightly tugged Liu Qingluo’s sleeve, sheepishly saying, "Sister Liu, I brought you out to watch them play around with array formations, why are you looking at that bamboo grove? Oh, don’t look now, even though there’s nothing interesting yet, once the array is complete, it’ll be like fireworks—a beautiful display of colors."
"...Hmm." Liu Qingluo nodded, taking her gaze back.
Although she clearly heard earlier that the Little Princess Gu Qiancheng was forced to "supervise," calling her out as company to alleviate boredom.
Still, it didn’t matter, she quite liked this little sister.
As for what she saw.
Naturally, she saw who she wished to see.
Interestingly enough, she had discerned Young Master Xu’s shadow obscured in the path from afar.
At a glance.
With just one glance, she had recognized him.
This must be the advantage of cultivation, something like the "Open Source Realm."
Thus, while Xu Chang’an paused to observe this end, she had been watching him all along...
What made Liu Qingluo fortunate was that Xu Chang’an hadn’t noticed her presence, allowing her to watch a while longer, even keeping an eye on him until his figure vanished completely.
Liu Qingluo gently held Gu Qiancheng’s hand, softly remarking: "Why was the bell ringing just now."
"Encountered an obnoxious sword person." Gu Qiancheng pouted, then asked, "Sister Liu, do you know Sikong Jing? He kept watching you just now."
"Sikong Jing?" Liu Qingluo shook her head, "I don’t know him."
Even back in Beisang City, where Sikong Jing had once introduced himself to her, she paid no heed to such people.
Thus, regardless of names, even if Gu Qiancheng pointed out the "peeping" individual’s location, Liu Qingluo politely glanced over before retracting her gaze, indicating she had no impression whatsoever.
Gu Qiancheng thought it was good to have no impression.
No matter how you look at it, these two shouldn’t know each other, and shouldn’t be acquainted.
Though young, Gu Qiancheng was indeed a girl, intuitively sensing something odd about Sikong Jing’s gaze toward Liu Qingluo... but couldn’t pinpoint the oddness, so she took note of the matter.
She had to protect Sister Liu.
Gu Qiancheng glanced at Liu Qingluo’s styled hair, blinked.
Dressed as a wife, Sister Liu exuded a maternal aura more like a mother.
She really liked it.
If it were Ms. Yun, she would like it even more.