Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 1059: The Fairy Sister

“Auntie?” Song Qingshu’s expression was strange. 

Judging from the woman’s tone, Yue Fei’s wife seemed to be her aunt. Unfortunately, he hadn’t asked Zhang Hongfan earlier to clarify; he only knew that Yue Fei’s wife’s surname was Li, but not her given name.

From her completely different attitude towards Yue Lingshan earlier, it seemed to confirm a certain judgment he had in mind: Yue Lingshan was not Yue Fei’s daughter. Whether it was the Loyal Army or Right Chancellor Zhang Rou, it seemed they had all been used by someone else.

“Surname Li? Li Qiushui seems to have the same surname…” Song Qingshu wondered. It couldn’t be such a coincidence.

“Who?” During Song Qingshu’s dazed state, his aura inevitably became a bit absentminded, and the mysterious woman below immediately noticed.

Now that things had come to this, Song Qingshu saw no need to hide any longer and jumped down, saying, “I was just passing by and have offended you, beautiful lady. Please forgive me.”

Looking at the bearded man before her, whose speech was strangely refined and incoherent, the mysterious woman frowned. “When did you arrive?”

“I’ve been here for a while,” Song Qingshu replied.

“So you heard everything?” A cold glint flashed in the mysterious woman’s eyes.

“I heard everything I should have heard, and not a single word I shouldn’t have heard,” Song Qingshu said casually, seemingly oblivious to the murderous intent in her eyes.

“Then… die!” The mysterious woman’s voice suddenly turned cold, and she reached out to strike his chest.

With a swift movement, she appeared before Song Qingshu, her jade-like hand about to press against his chest, when suddenly he vanished.

This was a huge shock. 

Just moments ago, she had used the exquisite Minute Ice Ripple Step to eradicate the powerful Loyal Army, and now her sure-fire move had failed?

“We have no past grudges, no present enmity, why such ruthlessness?” Song Qingshu appeared a few feet away, frowning.

“It’s all because you know too much.” The mysterious woman attacked again. She considered the previous attack an accident, after all, she had great confidence in her martial arts, and even more so in the Minute Ice Ripple Step.

Previously, when Song Qingshu saw Duan Yu use the Minute Ice Ripple Step, he always felt something was off. Now, seeing this woman use it, he understood what the Minute Ice Ripple Step truly was. Her silk stockings stirred the dust; this woman was like a goddess in the water, elegant and graceful. Every move was beautiful beyond description, but behind this beauty lay a vicious and ruthless nature.

Song Qingshu, now quite knowledgeable, had a general understanding of martial arts, but aside from the Minute Ice Ripple Step, he hadn’t seen any of the woman’s moves before.

She bore a resemblance to Fu Minyi, the White Lotus Saintess he’d encountered in the Jin Dynasty. Although their techniques were vastly different, the ethereal, otherworldly feeling was strikingly similar.

“Are you from the Carefree Sect?” Song Qingshu asked, a thought stirring within him.

“Outsiders who know of the Carefree Sect will be killed without mercy!” The mysterious woman’s killing intent intensified, and her attacks became even faster.

Even a person made of clay has some temper. Song Qingshu, despite his repeated restraint, only saw her become more aggressive, and he finally snapped: “Since you won’t tell me, then I’ll see for myself who you are.”

Before he finished speaking, his fingers reached for the mysterious woman’s veil. His Qinggong was now almost supernatural; in a single step, he appeared before her, his fingertips even touching the hem of the veil.

The woman hadn’t expected him to be so fast. He was so fast that she didn’t even have time to use her “Minute Ice Ripple Step”, and could only hastily lean backward, her supple waist arching in an exaggerated arc, her whole body seemingly boneless and about to snap in two, barely managing to avoid his fingers.

Seeing her astonishing flexibility and the unusually full, rounded bre@sts that appeared as a result, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but whistle like a petty thug from his past life: “Wow, nice figure~”

As the woman leaned back, she kicked his hand away with her toes. Just as she stood up, she heard his rather frivolous whistle and blushed: “You lecher!”

She attacked again, but having witnessed Song Qingshu’s martial arts skills, she became much more cautious, always holding back some strength in her attacks for unforeseen circumstances.

Song Qingshu could no longer act as freely as before. After all, this woman’s martial arts were exceptionally high; aside from Dongfang Muxue, probably no woman he knew could compare to her. Coupled with her Minute Ice Ripple Step and her own wondrous and exquisite skills, the two exchanged dozens of blows in an instant.

The woman was equally alarmed as the fight progressed. Her martial arts were already very high, and combined with her Minute Ice Ripple Step, she could easily defeat even opponents of similar skill. However, this bearded man’s martial arts were not only exceptionally high, but his Qinggong seemed to be subtly superior to hers.

If an outsider were observing at this moment, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets in astonishment. The woman used Minute Ice Ripple Step to its fullest extent, transforming into a wisp of white smoke, leaving afterimages everywhere, dazzling the eye and making it impossible to discern which was her true form. 

Song Qingshu’s movements were of a different style altogether, often disappearing suddenly in one place and reappearing out of nowhere the next.

Two figures, one in white and one in black, were entangled in a fierce battle, exchanging over a dozen blows before abruptly separating.

“Your martial arts are nothing special after all,” the woman said, though inwardly surprised, her tone nonchalant.

Song Qingshu remained silent, simply waving a white silk handkerchief with a smug air.

“Ah?” The woman’s face paled instantly. She hurriedly reached to touch her face, only to find her veil had vanished.

“Fairy Sister?” Upon seeing the woman’s face clearly, Song Qingshu exclaimed. He had once visited the Wuliang Jade Cave in Dali while searching for the world’s martial arts manual, where he had seen the beautiful jade statue. The woman before him bore a striking resemblance to the statue.

“No, something seems different,” Song Qingshu shook his head. The jade statue appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old, while the woman before him was in her thirties. The statue was beautiful and lively, while the woman possessed a cold, alluring beauty.

“What’s your relationship with Wang Yuyan?” Song Qingshu suddenly felt that the woman before him resembled Wang Yuyan more than the jade statue.

“You know Yuyan?” The mysterious woman was startled, but quickly realized what he meant and shut her mouth, refusing to utter another word.

“So she is indeed related to Wang Yuyan, but I don’t know who she really is.” Song Qingshu had several guesses in his mind, but he quickly dismissed them all.

“Who exactly are you?” The mysterious woman clearly shared his question.

Just as Song Qingshu was about to answer, a thick cloud of smoke rose near her. When the smoke cleared, the mysterious woman was nowhere to be seen.

“I’ve been tricked.” Song Qingshu stood there, utterly frustrated.