nycdaug Chapter 211 Trial of Prisoners
Chapter 211 Trial of Prisoners
"Brother, that's quite a skill!"
Xiao Keding suppressed his anger and smiled. Ding Xian, covered in dust, was unharmed, and someone helped him up.
Seeing that he was sensible, Luo Sifan nodded slightly in acknowledgment and put Lin Qianxiu's gun down.
Lin Qianxiu snorted and put away the spear.
"Brother, are you from the Lin family? Forgive my poor eyesight, but may I ask how you gentlemen are addressed?"
Xiao Keding stepped forward, his attitude quite friendly, showing even greater interest in Luo Sifan than in Lin Qianxiu.
"Xiao Keding, give up on that idea. He is my alchemy partner, Lin Qianxiu's partner. With your status as the Marquis of Jiangdu, you think you can steal my man?"
Lin Qianxiu took Luo Sifan's hand, their gestures appearing very intimate.
"So it's the deputy commander of the Western Expeditionary Army, the famous Miss Qianxiu! No wonder she has such a bad temper!"
Xiao Keding looked somewhat disappointed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He then glanced at Luo Sifan and made a meaningful, teasing remark:
"Brother, you mustn't get too close to Miss Lin. Otherwise, my younger brother Shaowu might come with his sword and fight you to the death."
Luo Sifan smiled slightly, knowing that Xiao Keding was trying to stir up trouble by bringing up matters between men and women.
He had no idea who Xiao Shaowu was.
“Miss Qianxiu is of noble birth and high status, possessing both literary and martial talents, and with such outstanding appearance, she has many admirers. I was prepared for this. Young Master Xiao is overthinking it.”
Luo Sifan looked at Lin Qianxiu, whose eyebrows were slightly raised. She seemed to enjoy Luo Sifan's unintentional flattery, and a smile appeared on her stiff face, making her look much better.
"I admire your self-awareness, brother!"
Xiao Keding's attempt to sow discord failed, and he was annoyed by the two's flirtatious exchanges. After giving them a perfunctory reply, he turned to the main business.
“Miss Qianxiu, we are the most distinguished people here. Now that the people from the Danta Federation have left, what are your opinions on exploring the underground palace next?”
Duan Xiaoyun knew that Lin Qianxiu had just arrived and didn't know much about the underground palace, so she stepped forward and whispered a few words to Lin Qianxiu.
After discussing with Duan Xiaoyun, Lin Qianxiu looked at Xiao Keding and said:
"Young Master Xiao, I don't care about anything else, just give me two spots to enter the underground palace!"
Without hesitation, Xiao Keding readily agreed. He then turned to discuss the matter of entering the underground palace with the Silver Frost cultivators.
"Young Master Xiao!"
Luo Sifan suddenly called out to him.
Xiao Keding turned around, looking puzzled.
"Young Master Xiao, my name is Lin Xiaozhi, from Yuanzhou. I am honored to work under Miss Qianxiu."
After introducing himself, Luo Sifan looked at the three heavily wounded Danta Federation prisoners who were being carried around a large rock:
"If Young Master Xiao doesn't mind, I would like to go and see these captured Danta Federation cultivators and ask about their situation."
Xiao Keding hesitated for a moment, but seeing Lin Qianxiu's indifferent expression, he nodded and said:
"Since the other party is an adversary, it's always good to learn more about each other. Miss Qianxiu is interested in this, and I, Xiao Ding'an, will naturally support her!"
Luo Sifan suppressed the turmoil in his heart and slowly approached the three cultivators who were staring at him with their heads tilted back, their eyes filled with murderous intent.
Their clothing was similar, both being pale yellow robes, clearly indicating that they belonged to the same sect.
Luo Sifan's gaze wandered, finally settling on the Luo character monogram on their lapel, where he stared, somewhat lost in thought.
Although the three wore similar colors, the colors of their coats of arms differed from one another.
The central female cultivator's emblem on her lapel was blue, while the emblems of the other two were cyan.
The three were seriously injured and their spiritual energy was disordered, but the female cultivator's aura was clearly stronger.
Luo Sifan was mesmerized, his attention mostly focused on the female cultivator.
The three exchanged glances, their fear and anger growing towards Luo Sifan, whose expression was strange.
"You scoundrel, have you seen enough?!"
The young male cultivator on the left, with a thin face, was the youngest of the three and couldn't help but interrupt Luo Sifan's reverie.
Lost in thought about the inscription, Luo Sifan was startled awake by the words and glanced at the three people's expressions, which were a mixture of suspicion and anger.
"Are you a local from Silverfrost? Your accent is quite standard?"
Luo Sifan looked at the young man who had spoken with some surprise.
The young man blushed:
"I was taught by the Pill Tower and grew up in the sect. What do you mean by Silver Frost? Do you want to investigate my identity?"
The implication was that he acknowledged his origin from Silverfrost.
"Indeed! Our Pill Tower is inclusive and welcomes all. Junior Brother Jin, no matter where you come from, our sect considers you one of our own!"
The female cultivator had a plump face and a calm demeanor. Upon hearing this, she was encouraging her junior brother Jin.
Luo Sifan chuckled and squatted down, now level with the two of them.
"Your surname is Jin? That's a rather uncommon surname. As for where you're from, I don't really care."
The female cultivator spoke Silverfrost dialect with a unique accent, seemingly from a foreign land.
"Your Danta Federation is truly open to all kinds of people; no wonder you've risen so quickly."
Luo Sifan observed the female cultivator's appearance and found that she was indeed slightly different from the Silver Frost people he usually saw.
Her face had a three-dimensional shape, slightly sunken eye sockets, and full red lips, giving her a unique charm.
"Kid, show some respect to my senior sister! She's..."
The cultivator surnamed Jin saw Luo Sifan lingering on his senior sister again and angrily spoke up, but then realized it was inappropriate and shut his mouth again.
Luo Sifan rolled her eyes at the boy, then looked at the female cultivator whose eyes were filled with displeasure:
"It seems you are the most distinguished person. Let's introduce ourselves. My surname is Lin, my given name is Xiaozhi, and I am from Yuanzhou in the Silverfrost Empire. And you? At least you can tell me your name, right?"
The female cultivator met his gaze, initially not wanting to acknowledge him, but became uneasy seeing Luo Sifan's undiminished smile, and finally replied indifferently:
“My surname is Zhu Ling, and I don’t need a given name. Mr. Lin, you can just call me Zhu Ling.”
“Miss Zhu Ling… I have no intention of uncovering any secrets of the Pill Tower from you. My only curiosity is about the emblem on your lapel. If possible, could you please tell me who in your country this emblem originated from?”
Luo Sifan remained calm, staring intently into Zhu Ling's eyes as he asked.
Why is Mr. Lin interested in this?
Zhu Ling's wariness only increased, and she turned her attention to Luo Sifan.
"Because I have an old friend whose home is not only filled with all kinds of 'Lysimachia' flowers, but he also uses flowers in his writing, and the words he writes are very similar to the emblem on your lapel."
Luo Sifan made up a story on the spot, observing the three people's reactions.
The young man surnamed Jin sneered, while the man who had been calm and silent on the other side revealed an expression of uncontrollable shock.
Zhu Ling's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if trying to peel away Luo Sifan's relaxed and leisurely facade.
Luo Sifan waited for a long time, but the three of them didn't utter a single word, which gave him a bit of a headache.
"Is this little emblem so important to you? You won't even say a word about it, which only makes me more curious."
Zhu Ling gave him a deep look, her eyes flickering with interest, but ultimately she cautiously chose to keep her mouth shut.
"Sigh, I originally intended to save the three of you because of this connection with the Lone Flower. It seems you are all ungrateful. So be it! Let fate decide your fate!"
Luo Sifan stood up regretfully, gazing longingly at the emblem on Zhu Ling's chest, before turning to leave.
"Young Master Lin, wait!"
The man in the yellow robe who had been silent on the right finally spoke up and called out to Luo Sifan.