nycdaug Chapter 244 Encounter
Chapter 244 Encounter
Let her stay in Qingyun Sect for a few days. This Saint Son will show up at the right time."
After saying that, he leaned lazily on the couch, but in his mind he had already begun planning a different "encounter".
Lan Yunyan and the other two had a peaceful and comfortable life in Qingyun Sect. They often gathered together to exchange their experiences in cultivation, or practiced magic in the spiritual realm within the sect.
Lan Yunyan's comprehension of the Qingfeng Sword Technique became increasingly profound, and each time she struck out her sword, it became more sharp and natural; Lin Wan'er's spiritual sound spells also improved, and her control over the sound waves became more subtle; Yun Mengyao worked hard on the Bingxin Technique, and her ice soul power became increasingly pure and powerful.
However, this peace did not last long. One day, the sky outside Qingyun Sect was suddenly covered by a strange black cloud, and faint eerie roars could be heard from the darkness.
The sect protection formation was violently hit by a powerful external force, and the light flickered.
"Oh no, enemies are attacking!" Lan Yunyan's face changed and he rushed out of the sect first.
Outside the formation, a group of magical beasts of various shapes and emitting a strong evil aura rushed towards them. Their eyes flashed with blood-red light, and they spewed corrosive mucus and flames from their mouths.
Behind the group of monsters, several black-robed magicians stood in the air, waving their wands, adding evil power to the monsters.
"It's the remnants of the Dark Church who have colluded with the evil forces of the Warcraft Mountains!" Lin Wan'er exclaimed.
Without saying a word, Lan Yunyan drew her sword and used the first move of the Qingfeng Sword Technique, "A Gentle Breeze Comes Slowly". The whistling wind from the sword temporarily blocked the charge of the monster.
Yun Mengyao quickly used the Ice Heart Technique to condense an ice wall in front of the formation to strengthen the defense.
Lin Wan'er closed her eyes and concentrated, muttering something to herself as she cast the spiritual spell "Requiem". Invisible sound waves spread out, causing some low-level monsters to fall into a brief dizziness.
"This is not a solution. We have to take the initiative." Lan Yunyan's eyes were firm.
With that, she flashed across the ice wall like a gentle breeze, charging straight towards the group of monsters. The longsword in her hand danced, and the sword shadows flew, and the monsters fell wherever she touched.
Lin Wan'er and Yun Mengyao looked at each other and followed closely. The three of them formed a triangle and started a fierce battle among the group of monsters.
At the crucial moment of the battle, Ling Xiuhan quietly appeared on a distant mountain peak. His black robe fluttered in the wind, his eyes shone with a mixture of indifference and amusement.
Looking at Lan Yunyan fighting hard among the group of monsters, he wore a silver mask, revealing only a pair of deep and cold eyes, his black robe fluttered in the wind, and his whole body exuded a mysterious and domineering aura.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a long sword emitting a dark light appeared in his hand.
"Since I'm here, I'll play with you guys." Ling Xiu Han muttered to himself.
He moved his body and shuttled through the group of monsters like a ghost. Wherever he passed, the monsters' heads flew up and blood splattered in the air.
His swordsmanship was strange and sharp, and each sword contained a powerful dark force, but he cleverly avoided Lan Yunyan and the other two.
Lan Yunyan was shocked when she noticed a strange and powerful force joining the battle.
She took the time to look and saw a black shadow looming among the group of monsters. The cold and domineering fighting style made her feel inexplicably familiar.
"Who are you?" Lan Yunyan asked.
Ling Xiuhan didn't respond, but simply increased his killing speed. Within moments, the majority of the monster herd had been killed or wounded by the combined attack of him, Lan Yunyan, and the other two.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the black-robed magicians wanted to escape.
Ling Xiuhan snorted coldly and swung the sword in his hand. A black sword energy slashed towards the sky, instantly enveloping several black-robed magicians. They were turned into dust before they could even scream.
As the last monster fell, the battlefield gradually returned to calm. Lan Yunyan and the other two looked at the mess on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Ling Xiuhan slowly walked towards them, a slightly devilish smile on his face.
"Long time no see, Yunyan, I hope you are well." Ling Xiu Han's voice was low and magnetic.
Lan Yunyan was slightly startled when she heard the familiar voice, but she was unable to connect the mysterious man in the silver mask in front of her with the Ling Xiu Han in her memory.
She looked at the other person warily, without putting down the sword in her hand.
"Who are you? Why do you know my name?" Lan Yunyan asked, her eyes full of confusion and vigilance.
Ling Xiuhan chuckled, a hint of bitterness barely perceptible in his laughter: "Yunyan, have you actually forgotten me so completely? I am Ling Xiuhan."
Lan Yunyan frowned and looked at him carefully: "Ling Xiuhan? Why are you wearing a mask? And why did you suddenly appear here?"
Ling Xiuhan raised his head slightly, his gaze meeting Lan Yunyan's through the mask. After a moment's silence, he slowly said, "Beneath this mask, there are some secrets I don't want anyone to know for the time being."
Ling Xiuhan looked at Lan Yunyan's eyes full of doubt and vigilance, and felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he also understood that it was difficult to force her to recover her memory at this moment.
He simply gave her a deep look and said, "I'm not in a position to elaborate on the reason behind this mask. As for coming here, it's only to protect this continent. And you and I... we have an old bond that's hard to break."
Lan Yunyan still held the sword tightly, not letting down her guard at all: "I don't care what your purpose is, if you dare to harm Qingyun Sect, I will not let you off easily."
Lin Wan'er whispered, "Yunyan, perhaps we can return to the sect first and then slowly investigate his identity."
Lan Yunyan nodded slightly, then turned and returned to Qingyun Sect with Lin Wan'er and Yun Mengyao. Ling Xiuhan watched them retreat, sighed silently, and then flew back to the Holy Palace.
After returning to the Holy Palace, Ling Xiu Han went straight to his own secret training room, hoping to calm his inner turmoil through practice.
However, not long after he entered the secret room, his parents hurried over.
"Han'er, I heard that you went to Qingyun Sect and were involved with Lan Yunyan?" Ling's father asked with a gloomy face.
Ling Xiuhan raised his head slightly, a hint of displeasure in his eyes: "This matter has nothing to do with you. I know my limits."