Chapter 15: No Coincidence, No Story
At an open-air noodle stall in a secluded corner of Panshi Town.
After finishing another steaming bowl of scallion oil noodles, Yang Che finally put down his chopsticks, licked the corner of his mouth, and looked satisfied.
However, the thought that the Wu Gate was still offering a bounty for him made him a little depressed.
He wanted to find a Cultivation Sect but had no clue where to start.
Yang Che wondered if Elder Wei's letter could truly allow him to join the Wu Gate, would it be easier to find a Cultivation Sect through a Jianghu School?
Thinking this, Yang Che decided to go to the Wu Gate after all.
Previously, he had hesitated because his cultivation had not Breakthrough to Qi Refining Stage Three, but now not only had his cultivation reached Qi Refining Stage Three, but he had also learned Object Control Technique, and the power of Flying Fire Needles had greatly increased, which significantly boosted his confidence.
After buying dry rations, Yang Che followed the address of the Wu Gate that Elder Wei had told him, quietly inquiring along the way and heading towards the Wugan Mountain Range.
According to Elder Wei, the Wugan Mountain Range was the western barrier within Jiang Country's Mozhou territory; beyond the Wugan Mountain Range and further west lay an endless desert.
And the Wu Gate was built near a strange black pool in the Wugan Mountain Range.
Yang Che traveled, eating and sleeping in the open, diligently comprehending 'Ice Arrow Technique' and 'Wind Riding Art' while on the road, enjoying a carefree life.
One evening, Yang Che was Cultivating cross-legged on a bluestone when he suddenly heard the urgent sound of a carriage from a shaded path not far away.
"Whoa..."
The carriage was abruptly pulled to a stop, followed by an angry female voice: "Who dares to block my Young Miss's carriage? Are you tired of living?"
Yang Che felt it was a bit noisy, so he slid off the bluestone, ready to leave, but then he heard the woman angrily say again: "Open your dog eyes and see clearly, this is a Wu Gate carriage. If you don't want to die, get lost!"
"Wu Gate?"
Yang Che's heart stirred, and he stopped.
He then quickly hid in the tall bushes by the road, pushing aside the thorns to look at the shaded path.
In the middle of the road, a very grand, spacious, and luxurious carriage was stopped.
In front of the carriage sat a beautiful woman in a purple dress, her face frosty, holding the reins.
The reins were connected to two tall and majestic steeds, which whinnied softly, seemingly in pain.
Around the carriage, a dozen masked green-clothed figures held long sabers, surrounding the carriage tightly.
The leader, a tall and upright figure, was unmoved by the beautiful woman's words. He waved his hand, signaling the masked green-clothed figures around him to attack.
These green-clothed figures all pushed off the ground, leaping high with their sabers, forming an impenetrable net of blades that fiercely slashed towards the beautiful woman and the carriage compartment.
A series of 'ding, ding, ding' sounds of metal striking stone rang out, and half of these green-clothed figures immediately fell from mid-air, wailing.
The long sabers of the other half of the green-clothed figures landed on the carriage compartment with a 'boom,' shattering it. A Red-Clothed Woman with a veil flew out from inside, landing steadily on the ground with one foot.
It was already dark, but Yang Che could still clearly see that the woman was tall and well-built. Although he couldn't see her true face, the youthful aura she exuded proved that she was very young.
Combining this with what the beautiful woman had just said, Yang Che thought: "Could this woman really be Wu Qingxuan, the Young Miss of the Wu Gate?"
At this moment, the beautiful woman in the purple dress rushed to the Red-Clothed Woman's side with a worried expression, asking with concern: "Young Miss, are you alright?"
"Rong Aunt, I'm fine. These people are all very skilled in martial arts, especially as if they were prepared for hidden weapons. Still, be careful... Ah..."
The Red-Clothed Woman hadn't finished speaking when she suddenly screamed, like she had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and quickly jumped back.
"Rong Aunt, you..."
The Red-Clothed Woman clutched her bleeding waist and abdomen, her voice filled with shock and disbelief.
Yang Che was also somewhat stunned by the sudden turn of events.
He had personally seen the beautiful woman in the purple dress suddenly pull out a dagger and stab it directly into the Red-Clothed Woman's abdomen. Fortunately, the woman reacted extremely quickly and dodged, causing the dagger to miss its mark; otherwise, that sneak attack would have surely killed the Red-Clothed Woman on the spot.
"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of the Wu Gate's favored daughter, I couldn't kill you with one blow even at such close range." The one who spoke was none other than the masked green-clothed leader.
After speaking, he slowly walked to the side of the beautiful woman in purple and stood still.
Yang Che, witnessing all this from the bushes, felt a chill run down his spine.
From Zhao Min, Elder Wei, Jia Yunzhi, to these people in front of him, everyone from the Wu Gate was cunning and manipulative, truly chilling to the bone.
"Forget it, forget it. It's better not to go to the Wu Gate. Purple Origin Art has twelve layers of Cultivation Technique; I'll Cultivate while slowly searching for a Cultivation Sect."
Thinking this, Yang Che had already decided to retreat and quietly slip away.
"Zhao Qu, I never thought you could even buy off Rong Aunt. Impressive, truly impressive." The Red-Clothed Woman with a veil said, gritting her teeth while bandaging her wound.
Upon hearing this, Yang Che's body, which had just turned, suddenly froze.
This green-clothed masked leader was actually Zhao Qu, the Core Disciple of the Wu Gate's inner Sect, the nephew that Foreman Zhao Min was so proud of?
It really was 'no coincidence, no story,' as Elder Wei often said. This was too much of a coincidence.
Having his identity exposed, Zhao Qu simply pulled off his mask, revealing a strong, handsome face.
Yang Che saw that he indeed bore some resemblance to Zhao Min.
"Qingxuan, just obediently hand over the dragon order to Xiao Qu. For old times' sake, we'll spare your life today." The beautiful woman in purple sighed, quietly advising.
"Rong Aunt, I, Wu Qingxuan, believe I have treated you well these past years. Why would you conspire with this Zhao Qu to harm me instead?" Wu Qingxuan endured the pain of her wound, speaking each word distinctly.
"Qingxuan, don't blame your aunt. Some things... you don't understand." Saying this, the beautiful woman in purple glanced at Zhao Qu, and a hint of a blush actually appeared on her face.
In the dark night, Wu Qingxuan naturally couldn't see it, but Yang Che saw it clearly.
It's just that he didn't seem to understand either?
But none of that mattered anymore. Since Zhao Qu had appeared, then tonight, all these people were going to die here.
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