Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 218 The Ancestor Smells Good (2)

Xinhou County, outside the city.

Luo Tianyi stood quietly on a snowy field, his expression cold and stern.

Several corpses lay in front of me.

Blood gushed down his neck, staining the white snow crimson.

A pair of beautiful eyes gazed into the distance, her brows furrowed. In the biting cold wind, a figure could be seen disappearing at an extremely fast speed. It was a man, a martial artist at the ninth rank.

Although they were no match for her, they could hardly stop her from escaping.

That was an assassin.

A small hand landed on my chest, and I could faintly feel my heartbeat gradually returning to normal.

Just now, I felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of anxiety, as if something bad had happened.

With a slight tap of her toes, Luo Tianyi flew towards Xinhou County.

In other parts of Xinhou County, Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and Bu Yu were attacked to varying degrees.

……

The woman was moving very fast, like a roller coaster ride. His vision was blurry and indistinct, and the biting cold wind made it hard for him to open his eyes.

He is definitely a master-level expert.

This woman is even more powerful than her sister-in-law.

The woman finally stopped when she was about to throw up the noodles she had eaten at noon. As soon as she landed, Song Yan felt a churning in her stomach and even had an urge to vomit.

I didn't vomit in the end.

He was, after all, a fourth-grade martial artist; it would be too embarrassing for him to vomit.

Taking a deep breath, Song Yan finally managed to suppress the churning in her abdomen. Looking up, she had no idea where she was.

All around was a vast expanse of white, with snow-covered pines standing tall. The faint sound of flowing water could be heard, but upon looking over, one could see a small river not far away, its surface frozen over, and the sound was coming from beneath the ice.

A cloud of white mist swirled around the tip of my nose.

As for the mysterious woman in black, she was sitting cross-legged under a cedar tree, meditating and circulating her inner energy. Whether it was Song Yan's imagination or not, the woman seemed to possess a special aura, like a magnet, drawing him closer.

Previously, due to special circumstances, I didn't have the energy to perceive anything. Now that I've calmed down, the feelings are extremely obvious.

This feeling is familiar.

I've felt this before with Yang Siyao and Mingyue.

A slight surprise appeared in his eyes. Could this woman be from the Joyful Union Sect?

Wasn't it said that the Hehuan Sect had already declined?

There's even a grandmaster-level expert here?
Why would a master from the Joyful Union Sect want to see me? Could it be that he's lusting after my body?
Sure enough, boys need to protect themselves when they go out, especially handsome guys like him, who can easily be targeted by female predators.

He actually praised himself for being handsome... He really has no shame, Song Yan thought to himself, before turning around and walking away.

This commotion clearly didn't escape the notice of the woman in black. Beneath her mask, she lifted her eyelids, revealing a pair of dark, bright eyes that stared at Song Yan. She discovered that the man had only gathered some firewood and returned shortly after. Seeing Song Yan set up the firewood, the woman in black couldn't suppress her curiosity any longer: "Aren't you going to run away?"

Can you outrun them?

"Can't outrun them."

"Then why are you running?"

Song Yan smiled and ignored the woman.

Beneath the surface snow, some dry leaves could be found, but in this weather, especially on snow-covered ground, starting a fire would be quite difficult. Song Yan took out a small cloth bag from his pocket; inside was some black powder, which he sprinkled evenly on the dry leaves.

This is gunpowder used to make hand grenades.

I originally planned to sprinkle it on the tent when we arrived at the Jurchen tribe.

He still prefers fire attacks.

Song Yan moved very carefully. Gunpowder is a very dangerous substance. Even in an open space, if too much is piled up, it is very likely to explode if it comes into contact with an open flame.

Having done all this, Song Yan took out a tinderbox.

scoff.

Accompanied by a strange sound, a pungent cloud of smoke billowed up.

Luckily, it didn't explode, and the withered leaves were slowly ignited.

The fire wasn't very big yet, but when the flames leaped out, Song Yan felt as if her whole body had warmed up considerably, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

Although he didn't know what the woman wanted to do with him or how to escape from her clutches, having a tiny flame in this freezing cold was something to be happy about.

"Would you like to come over and warm yourself by the fire?" Song Yan invited, looking at the woman.

This attitude makes it seem like they're not enemies at all.

More like friends.

The woman in black could no longer meditate peacefully. She tilted her head and looked at Song Yan. She had met quite a few people in her life, but she had never met anyone as strange as Song Yan.

Does he really not know what situation he's in now?

Why doesn't he show the slightest sign of panic?
There was no response, and Song Yan didn't care.

However, after a while, a fragrance finally drifted into my nose on the cold wind. It was the scent of jasmine, faint, and I wondered if it was from perfume powder.

The woman eventually crouched down beside Song Yan. Staying here was definitely more comfortable, and even the cold poison in her body seemed to have been slightly dispelled, although she knew very well that this was just an illusion. The cold poison caused by internal energy could not be dispelled by ordinary flames.

Her slender, jade-like fingers held a wooden stick, poking at the fire as if trying to make it burn brighter. But she accidentally dropped it, and with a "poof," the frame collapsed, the firewood piled up, and the flames that had been leaping up instantly dimmed.

The woman looked blank.

Song Yan snatched the wooden stick away and flicked the firewood back up, allowing the flames to reappear.

"If you don't know how to start a fire, don't meddle... You call yourself a grandmaster, and you can't even start a fire."

"With the firewood piled up so tightly, it would be strange if the fire could even start."

"Someone like you would freeze or starve to death sooner or later if you were in the wild."

Song Yan grumbled and scolded.

The woman was a little confused. "Wait, you still know I'm a grandmaster-level expert?"
You still dare to be so arrogant even knowing that?

For a moment, the woman even felt her worldview was collapsing. Could it be that she had been in seclusion for too long and was no longer keeping up with the times?

Song Yan looked at the stunned female grandmaster again: "Speaking of which, there's a problem that's been bothering me for a long time."

The female master let out a long sigh: "Ask away."

"Aren't you cold wearing such thin clothes?"

The female master's body trembled violently again. She could feel that the face under the mask must have stiffened. She finally understood one thing: she really couldn't keep up with Song Yan's thinking.

Is this the key point?
In this situation, shouldn't we be asking ourselves why we arrested him?

The setting sun cast its last rays, illuminating the snow-covered plain as if it were coated with gold dust. The light reflected off Song Yan's face, making it appear orange-red. The woman reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, pursed her lips, and replied, "It's not cold."

"Once you reach the Grandmaster level, the outside temperature will hardly have any effect."

There's nothing that can be done about the internal cold poison.

"I see." Song Yan nodded, her eyes filled with anticipation. "I wish I could reach the Grandmaster level someday."

"By the way, what kind of face powder did you use?"

"No?"

Why do you smell so nice?

"intrinsic."

"Oh."

The pointless conversation, like cat claws scratching at her heart, finally made the female grandmaster lose her temper. She looked up at Song Yan and asked, "Aren't you curious about who I am? And why did I capture you?"

"If I ask, will you tell me?"

"meeting."

"then who are you?"

The female master's breath hitched. The young man in front of her was clearly the most outstanding hostage in the Central Plains, and he was cooperating as best he could, but she felt a strange tightness in her chest, and her heart ached.

Taking a deep breath, the female master rubbed her temples and raised her head again, her complexion now back to normal: "My name is Hua Lianyue, the ancestor of the Hehuan Sect."

Song Yan was taken aback: "The Ancestor of the Joyous Union Sect?"

A smile flickered in Hua Lianyue's eyes. Yes, that's the right reaction.

"Then wouldn't you be seventy or eighty years old?"

puff!
The smile in her eyes vanished instantly, and Hua Lian Yue felt a tightness in her chest, even an urge to vomit blood from anger.

She couldn't control herself and pressed one of her delicate hands firmly against her chest.

That bastard always has such bizarre priorities.

She felt that if things continued like this, she would be driven to her death by anger sooner or later, she definitely would.

A long time passed before the dull pain in her chest gradually subsided. Hua Lianyue took a deep breath and glared fiercely at Song Yan: "Little guy, if you dare to talk nonsense again, believe me, I'll cut your tongue out."

"This old ancestor is not even forty yet, how could he be seventy or eighty?"

Women, indeed, are very concerned about their age, even grandmasters are no exception. But, not yet forty? That's probably around thirty-seven, thirty-eight, or thirty-nine.

Speaking of which, the name Hua Lian Yue does have the style of the Hehuan Sect, and the Baihua Sect would also be suitable... but it seems there is no such sect as the Baihua Sect.

"Can someone become an ancestor before the age of forty?" Song Yan asked curiously.

"Grandmaster realm, automatically advancing to Ancestor." Hua Lianyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yan then said "Oh," and then sniffed hard.

"what happened?"

Song Yan shook her head: "It's nothing."

"I just think... the ancestor smells pretty good."

Feeling he had teased Hua Lian Yue enough, he worried that if he really angered the old ancestor, his life might be in danger: "What does Old Ancestor Hua want with this brat?"

Hua Lianyue lowered her eyelids: "It's very simple."

"I need you to help me cultivate!"

(End of this chapter)