Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 228 Chasing After Sun Yanwan (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The first palm strike was extremely cold and sinister, but it was not the normal palm strike, nor was it a powerful or extremely lethal force. Instead, it generated a strong pushing force.

The second palm strike was similar, only with greater force and stronger momentum. The palm strike also contained thirteen additional bursts of power, wave after wave, seemingly endless.

Sun Yanwan struck out with her palm, and propelled by two powerful forces, her body swung through the air and flew towards the opposite mountain.

His mind was in chaos, and he was still somewhat confused, but he didn't forget to use his lightness skill to release the long rope in his hand and rush towards the opposite mountain.

Halfway through his lunge, Sun Yanwan felt a small hand pressing against his chest. A continuous stream of internal energy flowed into his body, giving his nearly depleted true energy another boost. His body felt slightly lighter, and he barely managed to grab a rock on the opposite hilltop.

Without time to think, Sun Yanwan took Yang Diao'er, climbed onto the back of the Demonic Sect, quickly changed the position of the little saintess, and ran away as fast as she could.

He had no time to think about how his mission—to kill the Northern Yan prince Wuyun Subude, prevent Yang Wuji from obtaining the Supreme Relic, and restore his earth-shattering martial arts—had turned out like this.
Where did the sable in his arms come from?
How did they manage to snatch away the little saintess of the demonic sect?
Yes, Sun Yanwan was very confident in his final kick. He was sure that Wuyun Subude would die. He could even see that the little king of Northern Yan had his brain kicked out. Even if he had a miraculous skill like the Taiyi Qingling Fan, which was the direct descendant of the Songyang lineage, he would not be able to heal him.

But it was a bit too late to kill them. It's unknown whether they could stop the marriage alliance, or whether the Supreme Relic had reached the hands of Yang Wuji, the leader of the Demonic Sect.

Sun Yanwan felt that she had not handled this matter perfectly.

He had accomplished this great feat, especially after that life-or-death situation. Facing two unparalleled masters, the most outstanding in the world and a grandmaster of his generation, as well as countless experts from the Northern Yan Demonic Sect, he knew he was doomed. His mind was racing, and he inevitably overlooked some things.

For example, he kept forgetting to press Yang Diao'er's acupoints. How come this little saintess of the Demonic Sect is so obedient?
No matter what position he changed Yang Diao'er into, she didn't resist at all, obediently lying on his back, and even cooperating by wrapping her arms around his neck, her breath as sweet as orchids.

Yang Wuji struck out with his palm, remained silent for a long while, and then shouted, "Chase!"

Xuanming Daoist glanced at the two figures that quickly disappeared on the opposite mountain with a half-smile, and said indifferently, "I will definitely ask Zhang Yuanqiao about this. This matter cannot be left like this."

The old Taoist priest turned and left without saying a word.

The entire Zhoujia Mountain was in chaos.

Narenzaya threw herself onto Uyun Subude and burst into tears. Just moments before, she had been smug, believing that this marriage alliance was a success, that her son's throne was secure, and that she herself would rise in status and have a bright future.

Little did she expect that in the blink of an eye, Sun Yanwan would appear like a divine warrior, snatching Yang Diao'er away and kicking Wuyun Subude to death. Her life took a sharp turn for the worse, and she feared that if she returned to the Northern Yan royal court, she would be relegated to another tribe and sent to a small village to fend for herself.

Narenzha gritted her teeth and cursed, "Are they all dead? Why aren't you coming to save them?"

“Sun Yanwan, I will kill you! I curse you to never be reincarnated again and to suffer in the endless hell forever.”

Giatanna was overwhelmed with emotion; she hadn't expected something like this to happen.
She had just struck out with her palm and originally wanted to rush forward, but Xuanming Daoist and Yang Wuji had both made their moves. Jiatana was also somewhat familiar with Sun Yanwan's martial arts and did not believe that he could easily escape from the hands of a Grandmaster and a peerless master, so she slowed down. However, she did not expect that a peerless master and a veteran Grandmaster would only rush forward and not make their move immediately.

By the time they made their move, it was too late.

Sun Yanwan withstood the combined palm strikes of the two peerless masters and fled into the air. Ji Yatana's mind went blank for a moment, and she didn't know how to describe it. Surely it couldn't be that... Xuanming Daoist and Yang Wuji held back and worked together to send Sun Yanwan away, right?
Giatanna had only one thought in her mind: "How can this person's martial arts have improved so quickly? Not long ago, he was only a second-grade martial artist, but now he can actually withstand a combined attack from a top-tier master and a grandmaster..."

"Even if he consumed the Supreme Relic, how could he have made such a terrifying progress?"

Yang Wuji didn't move. After a while, the Peacock King rushed over. Seeing that his leader's face was still strange, he couldn't help but ask, "Should I go after them?"

Yang Wuji said calmly, "Let's go after them together."

The two of them used their lightness skills together, like graceful birds, to swoop down on the opposite mountain.

Halfway there, the Peacock King lowered his voice and said, "Master, it would actually be better to let Sun Yanwan take Diao'er away."

Yang Wuji smiled slightly and said, "I don't know if it's good or bad, I just want to know what Zhang Yuanqiao's expression will be when this matter spreads throughout the world?"

“He struck me with a palm, killing King Harsha, yet his own second disciple came to Mount Zhoujia to steal his bride.”

"Hehe, the Songyang Sect is bound to be bustling with activity."

"It's a pity I'm sure this old bastard won't clean house, otherwise it would be so satisfying."

Yang Wuji recalled that when he and Xuanming Daoist had just fought, Sun Yanwan had deliberately "hug" her daughter before fiercely striking out with her palm to counter the combined force of his and Xuanming Daoist's palm strikes. He couldn't help but feel a little bittersweet.

The little rascal had used all sorts of tricks to distract his daughter when they first met, and Yang Wuji had only thought of him as a lustful man. But this time, it was truly different.

Sun Yanwan actually traveled thousands of miles, chasing the Northern Yan prince all the way from the grasslands to Luojia Mountain. He even dared to take on the palm strikes of a Grandmaster and a Supreme Master in front of himself, Xuanming Daoist, and all the other Grandmasters present. What else could Yang Wuji do?

Stop them? Kill them?
What should I do about my daughter?

She will probably hate her father for the rest of her life, and she will cry whenever she thinks about it, and she will not be happy for many years.

When he left the arena, he knew that Xuanming Daoist and he were of the same mind. The two of them were in perfect harmony and took turns to "send away" Sun Yanwan. However, this matter could not be mentioned to anyone, not even the Peacock King.

The Peacock King knew that Yang Diao'er did not want to marry the little prince of Northern Yan and did not want to see her sad, so he did not attend the wedding. He only rushed over after learning that something terrible had happened, unaware of the situation at the time.

He couldn't help but say, "Miao'er has been very unhappy lately."

"Although Sun Yanwan is flamboyant and frivolous, and not pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at him, he is still the top scholar of Da Lang, a man of great charm..."

Peacock King was too embarrassed to continue, after all, the Demonic Sect and the Songyang Sect were truly enemies, and Sun Yanwan's reputation for being a womanizer had indeed spread throughout the world.

Although he felt in his heart that it would be good for Yang Diao'er and Sun Yanwan to be together, he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say it in front of the sect leader.

How can you say in front of someone's father, "It's a good thing your daughter was kidnapped? The guy who kidnapped her isn't a bad person at all?"

Yang Wuji sighed and said, "Where in the world is there much happiness?"

He suddenly stopped and said, "We've caught up to this point, that's enough. You don't need to chase anymore. Let the people of Northern Yan get on with their business."

Yang Wuji left leisurely, and the Peacock King was stunned for a long time before using his lightness skill to chase after him.

Jiyatana watched as Narenzaya angrily cursed everyone, wishing she could kill everyone she saw. She wanted to try to persuade her, but she knew that no matter what she said, Narenzaya wouldn't listen. She could only sigh and decided to go after Sun Yanwan.

Although she felt that with Yang Wuji, a peerless master, and the Peacock King of the Demonic Sect, a veteran Grandmaster, Sun Yanwan was definitely not going to escape, she was still worried if she didn't pursue them.

Sun Yanwan ran for dozens of miles, but her internal injuries gradually flared up, forcing her to switch her power from the Ruyi Qiankun Bag to the Taiyi Qingling Fan. She continued to heal her injuries and flee.

He stumbled and hurriedly reached out to grab a large tree beside him. After catching his breath, he was about to gather his inner energy and continue his escape when he heard a soft voice whisper, "Put me down, I'll carry you!"

Only then did Sun Yanwan realize what had happened and couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh no, how could I forget to press your pressure points?"

Yang Diao'er, whose eyes were initially filled with worry, couldn't help but chuckle and asked, "You're planning to acupuncture my pressure points, what mischief are you up to?"

Sun Yanwan quickly straightened up and said, "I am a scholar, a gentleman, how could I do anything bad?"

Yang Diao'er couldn't help but ask, "Wasn't it a bad thing to snatch me out?"

Sun Yanwan tried to muster her inner energy several times, but found herself truly at her limit. She could only put Yang Diao'er down, sit cross-legged on the road, and circulate her inner energy to heal her injuries. As she answered, "I saw a bully trying to make things difficult for Miss Diao'er, so I was filled with righteous indignation and took action..."

Yang Diao'er was overjoyed and said softly, "So, you did do a good deed after all?"

Sun Yanwan chuckled to herself, thinking, "Do you think I wouldn't know whether I'm doing a good deed or not?"

But at this moment, it seems that I should just keep talking nonsense and not try to explain anything clearly.

He changed the subject, speaking of other things, saying, "Oh dear, I still don't know how Miss Diao'er ended up in such a desolate place? I think all the guests around her are monsters, and there isn't a single good person in the whole mountain and valley. Miss Diao'er, please don't go to such a dangerous place again next time."

Yang Diao'er glanced back, paused slightly, and said, "Can I still go back?"

She was ultimately engaged to the Northern Yan royal court. If she were to return to Zhoujia Mountain, her father might not know what to do. The Northern Yan prince had already been kicked to death by Sun Yanwan; he couldn't very well send her back to Northern Yan as well.

But she probably shouldn't stay and continue being the little princess of the demonic sect.

The Peacock King, who caught up with them, did not show himself. He watched the two from afar, and was hesitant about whether to let Sun Yanwan and Yang Diao'er go. But when he heard, "I think all the guests around me are monsters, and there is not a single good person in the whole mountain and valley," he angrily cursed, "Sun Yanwan, do you have any shame?"

(End of this chapter)