Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 334 Rescue
Yan Ciwan silently put away the sachet. It seemed that the down-and-out old man in front of her was Mo Wendao, Xiao Wang's master.

She took out the key she had taken from the man in black and tried them one by one.

Master Mo exclaimed with delight, "Thank you, young lady! You are truly the most beautiful and kindest young lady I have ever met! It's a pity my disciple is already engaged, otherwise I would definitely have introduced him to you!"

Yan Ciwan's hand trembled slightly, and then she heard a click; it had actually opened.

"Great! I, Mo Wen, can finally see the light of day again!" Mo Wen eagerly pulled open the prison door from the inside. He wanted to rush out, but after taking two steps, he stopped. He looked down and realized that his left ankle was still shackled with an iron chain, the other end of which was fixed to the corner of the wall.

He could only plead with Yan Ciwan again: "Kind young lady, could you please help me remove these damn shackles on my feet?"

Yan Ciwan tried each of the keys in her hand, but none of them could unlock the shackles.

She straightened up: "It seems the key to the shackles isn't here."

Master Mo gritted his teeth and said resentfully, "The key must be on that old geezer, the Divine Shaman. That old bastard has used every trick in the book to prevent me from escaping!"

He looked at Yan Ciwan and saw her staring at the shackles on her feet without saying a word. He softened his tone and said, "Young lady, you must be looking for someone in a place like this. You should go and do your thing. I'll take care of these shackles. I'll see if I can pry them off."

Yan Ciwan slowly drew her Ning Dao and said, "Don't move. Let me see if I can cut these chains."

Master Mo was taken aback, not expecting that the person who looked so gentle and weak would act in such a simple and crude manner.

He advised, "The iron used in these chains is extraordinary; its hardness is extremely high, far surpassing that of ordinary swords and knives."

"This is no ordinary sword."

Master Mo looked at the knife in her hand, and after seeing the four characters engraved on the blade, he immediately let out a hoarse quack like a duck being choked.

"Ahhhh!! It's the Ning Blade, passed down through generations of the Ning clan! You are a descendant of the Ning clan!!"

Yan Ciwan's ears went numb from the shock.

She was afraid the old man would tear off her already fragile vocal cords, so she reminded him, "Keep your voice down."

Master Mo forced himself to lower his tone, his voice trembling with excessive excitement: "You have the sachet and crossbow given to you by Liu Lang, so you must already know him. Did you help him detoxify?"

Yan Ciwan nodded, giving an affirmative answer.

Master Mo wanted to scream again.

Yan Ciwan gestured for him to be quiet.

Master Mo immediately covered his mouth, his eyes still wide open, staring unblinkingly at the young woman in front of him. He was afraid that he was dreaming, afraid that all of this was fake.

Yan Ciwan reminded her again, "Don't move."

Master Mo nodded vigorously, as obedient as an old child.

Yan Ciwan swung her knife down, the metal clashing together producing a piercing, sharp sound, followed by a snap as the chain broke.

Master Mo was overjoyed and even jumped up and down twice.

"I am free!"

As Yan Ciwan watched his movements and heard his hoarse voice, she increasingly felt that he resembled a duck.

She sheathed her Ning knife and said, "Let's leave it at that for now. Once we're out of danger, you can figure out how to pry off those shackles on your feet." "Okay, thank you! Young lady, you're not only Liu Lang's savior, but also mine. You're like a second parent to both of us!"

Yan Ciwan coughed lightly twice: "It's not that exaggerated."

"I'm serious. Your kindness to us is so great that gold and silver cannot express our gratitude. My disciple is handsome, skilled in martial arts, and comes from a distinguished family. He's a good match for you, but unfortunately, he's already engaged. How about this: when I see him again, I'll have him recognize you as his sworn sister. That way, you'll be considered a member of the Xiao family. I'll also find you a good marriage so you can live a life of luxury. What do you think?"

When Yan Ciwan met the other person's sincere gaze, she knew that the other person was serious. Not knowing how to react, she could only change the subject.

"Let's talk about these things after we get out of here. I still have to go rescue people."

Master Mo slapped his forehead: "Right, right, right, now is not the time to talk about these things. It's all that old, immortal sorcerer's fault. If he hadn't locked me up here, my brain wouldn't have become so dull!"

Yan Ciwan walked towards the last door.

This was the last cell. She prayed silently, hoping that the old woman was behind the door.

She reached out her slightly trembling hand and opened the small window in the door. Before she could even get a good look, a plump, white face suddenly appeared before her.

Fortunately, having been frightened once before, Yan Ciwan was only stunned for a moment this time before quickly regaining her composure.

She saw the familiar face behind the small window, and a strong sense of surprise and joy welled up in her heart.

"Grandma!"

Nie Xiayun originally thought it was that bastard Danxiazi again, and was preparing to exchange another three hundred rounds of cursing with her. She had already gathered her breath and was about to utter a curse when she realized that the person outside was not Danxiazi, but her precious granddaughter!
She was stunned for a moment, and the curse she was about to utter was swallowed back down, causing her to choke and burp.

"How...how could it be you? Aci, am I dreaming? Shouldn't you be in Chang'an marrying the Crown Prince? How did you find your way here?"

When Yan Ciwan saw her loved ones, her restless heart finally settled down, and her eyes immediately turned red.

She forced a smile: "Let's not talk about that now, I'll let you out first."

She clutched the last key and quickly unlocked the door.

The cell door was pulled open, and Nie Xiayun quickly walked out. As expected, she also had the same shackles on her feet as Master Mo.

Yan Ciwan drew her Ning Dao again, told the old woman to stand still, and then slashed down, cutting the chain in two.

When she saw the thick bandage wrapped around the old woman's forehead, her heart ached and she choked with pain.

"Grandma, the injury on your head..."

Nie Xiayun waved her hand dismissively: "It's just a minor injury. I was just trying to scare them. I need to let them know that I, Nie Xiayun, am not so easily manipulated. If they push me too far, I'm willing to risk my life!"

She noticed that a dirty old man was following behind Yan Ciwan and immediately became alert.

"Who is this person?"

Yan Ciwan quickly introduced, "He is Master Mo, the master of one of my friends. He was also imprisoned here, just like you."

Mo Wenda grinned at Nie Xiayun: "Old lady, you're quite bold to dare to go against that old witch. I admire you! I have some medical knowledge. If you don't mind, I can treat your injuries."

Seeing that he wasn't a bad person, Nie Xiayun relaxed and snorted, "I'm just getting old, and my strength isn't what it used to be. If I were young, and they dared to treat me like this, I would have grabbed a butcher knife and fought them to the death!"