NFBE Chapter 147 Ambush on the Way
Chapter 147 Ambush on the Way
Yu Xinlian put away her flute, revealing her intention to leave.
Luo Sifan stopped her with a smile:
"Sect Master Yu, have you forgotten the important matter?"
Yu Xinlian looked bewildered.
"Sect Master Yu, you seem to have a bad memory. You summoned me here for tomorrow's wedding ceremony, didn't you? Why are you leaving me here to enjoy the mountain scenery?"
Luo Sifan kindly gave her some pointers.
Yu Xinlian then remembered that she had set up a plan today to control Luo Sifan and use him as a bargaining chip in a deal with Yu Lishuang.
After all the commotion, she was extremely flustered and had long forgotten about the matter. She even considered quitting and leaving the Yaotai Sect behind.
She was still undecided, but Luo Sifan suddenly stepped in to remind her that she needed to make a decision soon.
"Are you in such a hurry?"
Yu Xinlian gazed at him wistfully, her expression helpless.
Luo Sifan raised an eyebrow, puzzled:
"The wedding is tomorrow, how can we not be in a hurry? Sect Leader Yu's actions are a bit too slow."
"Good! Good!"
Yu Xinlian responded with a few perfunctory words, her face cold.
"Then please come with me, young master!"
In the study of the side hall of Yaotai Palace, the lights and candles were bright. Luo Sifan was sullen and was being forced to sit between an elderly maidservant and a scholar who had been dragged there. The two of them argued and lectured on the wedding ceremony for more than an hour.
Yu Xinlian sneered as she passed by, and was quite pleased to see Luo Sifan sitting so restlessly.
Even late into the night, the three of them still hadn't reached a conclusion. Luo Sifan was so angry that she decided to simplify the wedding ceremony and do whatever she wanted.
Yu Xinlian sent a maid to escort the dejected Luo Sifan back to the Spring Garden Palace.
In the Yaotai Pavilion, Yu Xinlian leaned on the railing, gazing silently as Luo Sifan and the maid carrying the lantern walked away into the distance.
Du Xinglie, standing beside him, seemed somewhat agitated.
"Yu Xinlian! You just let him go like that? I thought your plan had some originality, but it turns out this is it?"
"No, this is a rare opportunity, I must seize it and take him down!"
Du Xinglie glanced at Yu Xinlian's expression and made a move to get up.
Yu Xinlian drew her flute to block, and spiritual energy, like a snake, stopped Du Xinglie's figure.
Du Xinglie looked at the flute, and his expression changed:
"Good sister, you've worn out a broken flute day and night, and even refined it into a magical treasure for nurturing infants? What about the whisk that our ancestor gave you? That was a family heirloom of the Du family!"
Yu Xinlian smiled and casually tossed him something.
Its radiance reflects the person, its thousand threads like silver, just like that whisk.
"Take it if you want."
Yu Xinlian showed little interest.
Du Xinglie was overjoyed and completely forgot about Luo Sifan. Having had his fill of appreciation, he happily put away the whisk.
Looking at the aloof and icy Yu Xinlian, Du Xinglie felt a rare touch of sibling affection:
"Sis, are you depressed? If you're sick, get treatment soon."
Yu Xinlian rolled her eyes at him and walked away on her own.
In the distance, Luo Sifan was only a speck of light. Du Xinglie thought about it and decided to give up.
After all, he really couldn't beat his sister.
The maid was quite nervous. She stood about ten feet in front of Luo Sifan, staring intently at the mountain path, not daring to strike up a conversation with him.
The women of the Yaotai Sect had an extremely poor opinion of him.
The maid was only worried that Luo Sifan might go berserk and take liberties with him in the shadows, so she dared not have any interaction with him.
In the eyes of Foundation Establishment cultivators, moonlight is enough to illuminate ten miles away, and the Jade Heart Lotus's act of lighting lanterns to see off guests is nothing more than a worldly custom to show respect.
Approaching Gunxue Cliff, one finds a place isolated on both sides, with nothing but the light of snow and the shadows of trees.
Luo Sifan suddenly stopped and called out to the maid who was hurrying forward:
"Miss, this is enough for you, you can go back now!"
The maid turned her head at the sound, somewhat surprised.
Luo Sifan stood still and urged her again, his tone growing increasingly impatient.
Helpless, the maid muttered a complaint to herself and turned to leave. She tried to hand the lantern to Luo Sifan, but he shook his head, scolded her, and was even more impolite.
Feeling humiliated, the maid left in anger, sparks flying as she smashed the lantern in her rage.
Luo Sifan had no time to pay attention; at this moment, he had already raised his hand and made a gesture, and sword energy surged forth.
From the shadows of Gunxue Cliff, a strange figure stepped out. He was short and somewhat plump, with a black veil covering his head, making it impossible to tell whether he was male or female.
"Young Master Lin! You truly have a tender heart for women; you are indeed a master at picking flowers!"
The newcomer had a rough, loud voice and an ambiguous tone, and sounded quite familiar with people.
Luo Sifan frowned:
"Sir, when did I, Lin, become a master at picking flowers? Don't slander my reputation!"
The visitor chuckled, clearly unimpressed.
The newcomer stopped three zhang in front of Luo Sifan, a glint of light shining through his black veil, his voice turning cold and sharp:
"Eighth level of Foundation Establishment, with outstanding sword energy, Young Master Lin, why don't you run away? Do you still want to have a match with me?"
Luo Sifan was slightly taken aback:
"Is it too late to run now?"
"It's too late."
The newcomer answered decisively. Luo Sifan's body was ten feet long, and dozens of starlight emanated from him, surrounding the two of them in a formation.
Luo Sifan observed it with his divine sense and saw it clearly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"You've thought things through thoroughly and calculated things accurately."
The newcomer chuckled, his aura suddenly rising, and his sharp spiritual energy surged like a tide, instantly engulfing Luo Sifan and piercing his protective sword energy.
Luo Sifan's face turned pale, and he regretted not running away sooner, when the chances might have been better.
"My lord, don't worry, don't take it to heart!"
A sudden inspiration struck him, and Yu Lishuang's encouraging words, as melodious as a fairy's song, reached his ears.
Luo Sifan didn't have time to think about how Yu Lishuang did it; his confidence was soaring.
The sword energy barrier, which had been riddled with holes, was repaired by Luo Sifan with all his might, making it as solid as a wall.
"it is good!"
The masked man praised Luo Sifan, expressing great admiration for his fearless swordsmanship.
Out of respect, the masked man slowly drew a large hammer from his robes.
The hammer's shadow swayed, causing the surrounding area to ripple. The masked man seemed to have gathered all his strength and focused it all on the hammer.
Luo Sifan's legs went weak.
"What's there to be afraid of! Husband, show us the spirit you had back then, invincible against ten thousand men!"
Yu Lishuang was so excited that her voice almost cracked.
Having spied on Luo Sifan for most of the night, only to find him either flirting or being provocative, Yu Lishuang felt nauseous. Now, finally witnessing Luo Sifan take action, she was overwhelmed with memories of his past valor in the Immortal Realm, unable to distinguish between the past and present. She was already stomping her feet excitedly on the bed.
Luo Sifan was skeptical, but mustered up the courage to give it a shot.
The masked man smiled faintly, fully aware of Luo Sifan's emotional fluctuations.
With focused attention and unleashing his full power, Luo Sifan, nearing his peak, roared:
"Take three of my moves, and if you survive, you win!"
Before the words were even finished, the person was already in mid-air, the hammer shadow fell rapidly, and the starlight and moonlight were also distorted.
The short, stout masked man's body was elongated by almost half, as if he had been left behind the hammer.
Luo Sifan and he launched their attacks almost simultaneously, their swords and shields transforming into beams of light, charging straight at the very center of the hammer shadow.
At this moment, Luo Sifan had forgotten about life and death, and regarded Yu Lishuang's encouragement as a desperate gamble.
The hammer and sword clashed with a muffled thud. Luo Sifan's feet sank, sinking two-tenths of an inch into the stone bed on the path. A mouthful of hot blood surged to Luo Sifan's throat with the violent tremor.
He gulped it down, his eyes bloodshot, his fighting spirit now raging with recklessness. He unleashed his full power, drawing upon the utmost of his sword intent, determined to fight the unstoppable hammerhead to the death!
To outsiders, the hammer shadow easily shattered Luo Sifan's million sword beams, moving with overwhelming speed and force, heading straight for Luo Sifan's forehead from three zhang above his head.