Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 230 This mink is mine
Although he had entered the territory of Da Lang, Sun Yanwan did not know the way. He had never been to the border between Da Lang and Nan Xia before, but mentally he felt a little safer.

In particular, the Taiyi Azure Spirit Fan possesses unparalleled healing abilities, capable of miraculously healing the wounds...

Well, that doesn't count as the Miao people's rise and fall.

Sun Yanwan looked southeast and said, "In another ten days or so, we will surely reach Songyang Mountain and see my master and my eldest uncle."

Although Yang Diao'er knew that she would have to get through this sooner or later, for some reason, she felt no apprehension at all, but rather a bit excited. The Heavenly Demon Technique even started to operate on its own after being stimulated by this sentence.

Just as Sun Yanwan was about to urge the horse to continue on its way, he suddenly saw a snow-white ferret running past a branch beside him. It even turned back to look at him, its red eyes filled with innocent curiosity.

Sun Yanwan looked as if he had seen a ghost. He asked, "Diao'er, didn't you bring any weapons with you?"

Yang Diao'er chuckled and said, "I've never seen anyone carry a weapon with them back then."

Sun Yanwan took out the Ice Silkworm Treasure Fan and was about to hand it over when Fan Najia Erzhang laughed and flew over their heads like a large bird, landing in front of them. Dressed in the martial arts attire of the Great Plains, with a long sword at his waist, he was no longer dressed as the young master of Da Lang. He shouted, "Sun Yanwan, we've met again."

He glanced at the Ice Silk Fan in Sun Yanwan's hand, and suddenly stared in disbelief, exclaiming, "This is not my fan!"

Sun Yanwan hurriedly replied, "I knew I hadn't taken your fan."

How could Fan Na Jia Er not recognize it? This Ice Silkworm Treasure Fan belonged to his master, Bao Yin Fan Zhe.
Although he was shocked, he didn't believe Sun Yanwan's nonsense. He shouted, "Miss Diao'er, this is a feud between me and Sun Yanwan. You don't need to interfere."

Yang Diao'er suppressed a laugh and took the Ice Silk Fan from Sun Yanwan's hand. With a soft shout, the fan unfurled, and she made the first move, the fan shadows filling the sky and enveloping Fan Najia Er.

Fan Najia hurriedly called out, "Miss Diao'er, I am Fan Najia from the Great Snow Mountain, and I have come to rescue you."

Yang Diao'er didn't answer at all. With a folding fan in her hand, she changed her moves in countless ways, displaying a dazzling array of techniques. For a time, she actually put Fan Najia at a disadvantage.

Sun Yanwan, with two swords in hand, was startled and exclaimed, "Diao'er! When did you reach the Innate Realm?"

Sun Yanwan had fought Yang Diao'er once before and knew that Yang Diao'er's martial arts were far superior to his own. But now his martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds, and he thought that he must have far surpassed Yang Diao'er. However, he did not expect that this little saintess of the Demonic Sect would make such an amazing move and that her martial arts were still superior to his.

Yang Diao'er smiled and replied, "Can't people even improve their martial arts skills?"

Sun Yanwan thought to herself, "Even with such rapid progress..."

His heart skipped a beat. He suddenly remembered something, but quickly suppressed the impulse and didn't shout it out, lest Vannaga II hear it and cause unnecessary trouble.

Sun Yanwan leaped up and joined the battle, causing Fan Najia to immediately cry out in distress.

He had clashed with Sun Yanwan more than once and knew her background.

Although he was forced to flee last time, he knew it wasn't because his martial arts skills were inferior, but because he was caught off guard by Sun Yanwan. First, he was forced to fight with his internal energy, then they were both injured and each of them was hit. Then they fought with their palms, which was not a normal martial arts competition.

This time he was fully confident that he could win over Sun Yanwan.

He even brought a precious sword with him, confident that he wouldn't be at a disadvantage in terms of weaponry. When he saw the two, he thought he would have to warn Yang Diao'er not to interfere in the duel between the two men, but little did he expect that Yang Diao'er would be the first to attack, and that he would be the one to strike?
When Sun Yanwan joined the battle, he was immediately overwhelmed and became quite disheveled.

Sun Yanwan was alright. Although he was a first-grade cultivator in both internal and external aspects, Fan Najia was also a first-grade cultivator among the innate ones. His skill was so high that he was a candidate for the battle for supremacy. In the last two encounters, he was too careless. In a head-on fight, he could still crush him with his skill. However, Yang Diao'er had advanced to the innate level. Her Heavenly Demon Skill was unpredictable and exquisite. Her Heavenly Demon True Qi was vast and surging, and she was no weaker than him in the slightest.

With Sun Yanwan added to the mix, Fan Najia's mind was filled with only one thought: "I've fallen into a trap!"

Fan Najia Er truly lived up to his reputation as a top disciple of the Great Snow Mountain. With the combined efforts of Sun Yanwan and Yang Diao'er, he wielded a precious sword, displaying the Ice Silkworm Transformation technique to its fullest extent. The sword was as cold as frost and snow, and the moves were honed through countless trials.

Today, Sun Yanwan's power had just been transformed into the Xuanbing Treasure Mirror, and he also possessed a body full of extremely cold and fierce internal energy. In particular, with the support of his external true energy, the extraordinary power of the Xuanbing Treasure Mirror became even more chilling. Every move was hard and solid, and he blocked all the frontal attacks for Yang Diao'er.

Yang Diao'er had long heard of the Great Snow Mountain Ice Silkworm Fan, but she always thought that this fan could only amplify the internal energy of the ice element. Only after getting her hands on it today did she discover that this fan was full of mysteries. When the Heavenly Demon True Qi was poured in, it actually generated a Heavenly Demon Force Field, which could shift and deflect various forces.

When Vanaga II swung his precious sword, it would always inexplicably deviate from its direction, forcing him to infuse every strike with his full inner energy in order to barely defend against it.

The three exchanged blows, and in a short time, they had already exchanged fifty or sixty moves.

Vanna Jia Er was caught off guard and struck by Yang Diao'er's fan. He immediately roared and, despite taking another punch from Sun Yanwan, broke free of the battle and used his lightness skill to escape at all costs.

Sun Yanwan secretly praised him, thinking how lucky this guy was. She had fought him three times, and he had "escaped" each time.

Yes, although in the first two instances, Fana Jia's martial arts skills were superior.

When Fan Na Jia Er fled, he didn't have time to take the treasure-hunting weasel with him. Sun Yanwan used his combat lightness skill to reach out and catch the snow-white weasel. He found that the little thing was not afraid of people. It twisted and turned in his hands, and seemed quite comfortable.

Sun Yanwan smiled and handed the ferret to Yang Diao'er, saying, "Isn't this little thing one of our pets?"

Yang Diao'er accepted it with a smile. The treasure-hunting sable seemed even happier, curling up into a ball in Yang Diao'er's small hands and falling asleep purring.

You see, the treasure-hunting ferret had been running around all night in search of Sun Yanwan's whereabouts, and the little thing was already exhausted. Now that it could rest for a while and no longer had to be forced by anyone, it was overjoyed.

Yang Diao'er held the sable in one hand and handed the Ice Silkworm Treasure Fan back. Sun Yanwan took it and suddenly felt that the fan surface was too white and not very elegant. She took out a brush and ink from her bag. Since she didn't have an inkstone at the moment, she simply broke off a piece of ink stick, stuffed it into her water bag, and shook it vigorously. Her internal energy spread out and immediately shattered the ink stick into powder.

He wrote with the speed and agility of a dragon and a snake, and on the front he wrote a poem by Xin Qiji called "Qing Yu An: Yuan Xi", only changing "moth" to "sable".

He turned the fan over and took another look at Yang Diao'er, then casually drew a small two-dimensional portrait of her.

As a child born into a family where he was forced by his parents to write and draw from a young age, these basic skills were really nothing special. Especially in junior high school, he was very fascinated by comics and once thought about becoming a comic artist. He practiced hard for several years, and this two-dimensional portrait, with its mature technique, uses only a few strokes to bring the little fur coat, dressed in a gorgeous wedding gown, with a lively and cheerful expression, to life on the paper.

Sun Yanwan handed over the Ice Silkworm Fan again, and said with a smile, "Since you don't have any weapons, use this to defend yourself."

Yang Diao'er took it, glanced at it, and couldn't help but laugh, "This time you're not making a half-clam poem?"

Sun Yanwan said awkwardly, "When writing an article, it's best to keep the whole thing intact."

(End of this chapter)