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Chapter 984 - 705 Good Sword_2

Chapter 984: 705 Good Sword_2

Much more ordinary than she had imagined.

"Just lie down, no need to get up."

She soothed Ai Qian, who wanted to get up.

Soon, surrounded by medical staff, Ai Qian was wheeled away.

Wei Chuyin glanced at Jiang Chen.

"Go ahead."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Wei Chuyin quickly followed.

"She’s so young, she should recover quickly after surgery,"

Cao Jinse said softly.

"If Miss Cao has other things to do, you can go ahead."

Once Cao Jinse was free, she didn’t stand on ceremony, "Okay, then I’ll leave first, if there’s anything..."

She made a phone call gesture.

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Little rabbit, I’m leaving."

A pair of servants left.

After transferring to this hospital, Ai Qian inevitably underwent a series of checks again.

Outside the examination room.

Wei Chuyin’s emotions had stabilized a lot, and she looked curiously at the "Taoist nun" who suddenly appeared beside Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen didn’t explain.

"It might trouble you for a while longer, the surgery will probably be arranged in the next two days."

"No problem."

Wei Chuyin was no longer the girl who loved to make trouble for no reason. Since Jiang Chen didn’t bring up the strikingly beautiful Taoist nun, she didn’t ask a single question.

The examination process was quite tedious; it took more than two hours.

Jiang Chen waited patiently, and he had nowhere else to go.

Suddenly.

His phone rang.

He took it out and looked.

It was Lan Peizhi.

"Drum Lane number twenty-eight, bring her here."

Jiang Chen put down the phone.

"If you have something to do, you can go ahead, I’ll just stay here."

Wei Chuyin spoke.

Jiang Chen looked at her.

"After all, Ai Qian doesn’t really want to see you."

Wei Chuyin joked.

"Let me know if there’s any problem."

"Mm."

Jiang Chen stood up and said to Tanki Liuli, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to find your senior sister."

The silent and beautiful Tanki Liuli obediently followed him.

The two left along the corridor.

Wei Chuyin watched, and although she still felt sad, she was gradually beginning to realize that what’s done could not be undone.

A broken mirror can never be put back together again; some things, once past, can never be made up for.

Drum Lane.

Number twenty-eight.

When they arrived,

Jiang Chen realized it was an ancient courtyard house. It looked very historic from the outside and seemed totally out of place with modernity, like a mansion left by a high-ranking official of a former dynasty.

Spring and Autumn Plaza is considered one of the top luxury residences in the country, but in front of this courtyard house, it probably pales in comparison. Jiang Chen found it hard to even estimate the price of this property.

When he got out of the car to pay, the taxi driver wasn’t in a hurry to leave. He stopped the car and stared at Tanki Liuli, who was following Jiang Chen, for a long time, obviously gaining a lot more material for chatter with his peers.

As they approached the door, Jiang Chen raised his hand to grip the brass ring on the door and knocked.

After a moment.

The door opened.

A simply dressed woman appeared who resembled a servant from an ancient high-class household.

"Mr. Jiang, right? Please come in."

Jiang Chen stepped over the threshold.

It’s rare for ordinary people to have the opportunity to see a courtyard house. Jiang Chen had only encountered such a place when he accompanied Pei Yunxi and Luo Li’er to the former residence of Lu Xun in Shaoxing. It wasn’t as extensive as having seven entrances, but this house was larger than Lu Xun’s.

Lan Peizhi’s capacity indeed seemed unfathomable.

To acquire such a property, it wasn’t just a question of money.

The woman was very quiet, silently leading the way, and Tanki Liuli, who would normally catch anyone’s eye, did not seem to arouse too much curiosity from her.

"Peizhi, after all this time, do you still not want to return to Ancient Mongolia with me? If we keep wasting time, we’ll both grow old."

Passing through the front hall, Jiang Chen arrived at the main hall, which resembled a scene from a historical drama. As he listened to the robust male voice inside, Jiang Chen realized he was not the only guest.

"I’ve said, if you defeat me, I will leave with you."

It was Lan Peizhi’s voice.

Jiang Chen’s expression shifted.

Why did it sound a bit like a bandit abducting someone’s wife?

"Do we really have to do this? Peizhi, I don’t want to lay a hand on you."

Lan Peizhi’s voice was not heard again.

The sonorous male voice spoke up once more.

"Is this the only way you’ll leave with me?"

Still, Lan Peizhi did not speak.

Even without entering, Jiang Chen could feel the tense atmosphere inside.

"Alright, it has been many years since we’ve sparred."

Jiang Chen could sense that the man inside stood up. Just then, before he could react, a figure rushed past him, leaving behind only a whiff of fragrance.

Jiang Chen paused briefly, then immediately hurriedly followed.

On the table, which could be considered an antique, several dishes were laid out.

Lan Peizhi, who Jiang Chen had not seen for many days since they parted in Haojiang, sat at the table. Next to her stood a man whose physique was stocky and whose presence was as formidable as a tiger’s.

His build was similar to Liao Xiangdong’s, but his aura was even more surging.

There were no other outsiders in the hall, so it was evident that he was the one who had been conversing with Lan Peizhi, the man who had mentioned sparring with her. However, he now stood still in a stationary stance.

The reason was simple.

A wooden sword, which had been examined by the police comrades, was already unsheathed, hanging steadily in mid-air. The sharp tip of the blade, not inferior to a steel edge, pointed directly at his neck, no more than a fist’s distance away.

Jiang Chen, who had come as a guest, held his breath and focused, his lips twitched, but in the end, he remained silent, refraining from speaking rashly.

"Miss, Mr. Jiang has arrived."

The woman who had led Jiang Chen in seemed to be either oblivious or simply indifferent to the tense standoff in the hall, as she dutifully reported.

"You may leave."

Lan Peizhi spoke casually as if nothing was amiss.

The woman immediately turned and left just like that.

Indeed, birds of a feather flock together. None of those around the Blood Guanyin seemed normal.

Although it was a wooden sword, Jiang Chen did not doubt its lethality. If it pierced the throat, the consequences would be unthinkable.

However, the middle-aged man appeared all but unaware of his dangerous predicament, looking at the young Taoist nun who drew her sword against him. With no astonishment or anger, his otherwise ordinary face showed a flicker of wistfulness.

"You have reached the age to descend from the mountain."

Of course, Jiang Chen did not recognize this man and inadvertently looked towards Tanki Liuli.

From his tone, it was obvious he knew Tanki Liuli, but it seemed that Tanki Liuli did not recognize him. Her sword-wielding wrist didn’t falter, her visage remained serene.

Lan Peizhi did not exhibit the slightest intention to play the host or mediate, staying calmly seated, without uttering a word.

"The first time I saw you, you couldn’t even walk."

The middle-aged man, plain in appearance but with an imposing aura, smiled and said gently, without taking offense at Tanki Liuli’s hostility, "Put the sword down."

Tanki Liuli remained unmoved.

With Lan Peizhi aloof from the situation, Jiang Chen naturally had no right to speak.

Seeing Tanki Liuli still pointing the sword at him, the middle-aged man seemed to grow slightly irked.

However, his frown was fleeting, and almost simultaneously, both made a move.

The hovering wooden sword suddenly thrust forward with unstoppable force!

Jiang Chen’s breath involuntarily caught.

There was no bloody scene of splattered blood as the man seemingly casually tilted his head to dodge the potentially fatal thrust. At the same time, he caught the wooden sword between two fingers.

With the corners of his mouth subtly turning up, the once unremarkable face suddenly radiated an indescribable charm.

With exertion from both fingers,

the wooden sword, despite not being broken, transferred the immense force along its length, cascading down onto her.

Tanki Liuli, with a face as calm as still water, suddenly let go.

"Snap."

The hilt shook violently from side to side, striking the air, creating ripples as if stirring the water.

After dispersing the force, the young, beautiful Taoist nun swiftly re-gripped the hilt, her wrist turning forcefully.

In order to avoid severing his fingers, the man was forced to release them.

Tanki Liuli’s gaze remained tranquil as she prepared to strike again.

The middle-aged man shouted, "Stop!"

"I am a friend of your senior sister."

He glanced at Lan Peizhi.

Lan Peizhi, however, had no intention of corroborating his claim, remaining an indifferent spectator, casually sipping her tea.

Faced with her indifference, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but show a wry smile.

Fortunately, Tanki Liuli stopped, though the sword remained suspended in mid-air, perfectly still.

The middle-aged man’s gaze landed on the sword tip pointed at him and then trailed the exquisite length of the blade.

"Fine sword."