Chapter 14

Chapter 14: The return journey is fraught with twists and hardships.

On the dark yellow mountain road, two light horses flew eastward, speeding like lightning.

By the roadside, the mountain stream babbles and winds its way, and the old, withered branches faintly sprout a 

few tender buds. Dust rises, and all that can be heard is the sound of hooves.

Suddenly……

"kill--"

More than a dozen people poured out from the mountains and forests, roaring with earth-shattering screams of 

killing.

The white horse neighed long and loud, and two black figures swiftly leaped through the air, spinning their 

bodies and lightly tapping on the branches, landing steadily not far away. 

Looking at the dozen or so people who had surrounded them, Si Cang Qing's gaze was icy.

"Master, it's bandits!" Feng Lan and Si Cang Qing stood back to back, holding their swords, vigilantly watching 

the crowd surrounding them. "Haha," the bearded leader laughed arrogantly, "Kid, surrender already!"

"Exactly," one of the henchmen chimed in, "hand over your valuables, and we'll spare your lives!" Meanwhile, 

he was gleefully eyeing the white horse that had been caught in the horse snare. Just from this fine steed, it was 

clear that they had definitely caught a big fish this time!

"In broad daylight, you dare to rob on the road," Feng Lan said coldly, "Do you still have any respect for 

the law?" 

"Respect for the law?" The bearded man widened his eyes in surprise and shouted at his underlings, 

"What is respect for the law?"

"Hahaha," the henchmen called out proudly, "In Qingxiang, the boss is the law!"

Si Cang Qing looked at the crowd in front of him coldly and said calmly, "Lan, don't endanger your life."

After speaking, the two moved swiftly through the bandits like swallows, engaging them in battle. In a moment, 

the ground was filled with wails. 

"Zi," Si Cang Qing suddenly called out to a certain direction, and a masked figure in black silently appeared 

before him, kneeling on one knee. "Take these people to the government office. As for the rest, you should 

know what to do!"

"Don't worry, my lord," Feng Zi replied in a low voice. 

On the other side, Feng Lan had already untied the horse's hobbles and was inspecting the horse. 

"Spare us, spare us, sir..." the group of bandits were still pleading.

Si Cang Qing didn't even glance at it, but mounted his horse and said to Feng Lan, "Let's hurry!" Otherwise, 

they might really not make it to the martial arts conference in time. They had originally taken this mountain 

path to save time, but unexpectedly encountered a farce of being robbed by bandits. 

When that group of bandits was far behind, Si Cang Qing suddenly pulled the reins and stopped.

Glancing at Si Cang Qing, who was quietly riding the Qianqing horse, Feng Lan suddenly called out towards 

the forest by the roadside, "That friend, come out!" 

From the moment they first encountered the bandits, that person had been hiding in the shadows, watching the 

show. Now, following them all the way, did he really think they hadn't noticed?

Looking at Si Cang Qing's eyes, Feng Lan knew that he was somewhat displeased. 

"Hehe," a deep male voice came, and suddenly, the scene before him changed. On the big tree ahead, a young 

man in white leisurely swung his legs. "The Two gentlemen, long time no see."

Si Cang Qing looked at the other person's eyes filled with curiosity, said nothing, suddenly swung the whip, 

and continued on the road. 

Feng Lan understood that Si Cang Qing meant to ignore this person. Although this person acted strangely, he 

indeed had no malicious intent, just more curiosity. 

"Sigh—"

Pan Qi was once again astonished, watching the two people disappear into the distance, murmuring, "Am I really 

that unlikable?" 

Then, he gently smiled, his long fingers slowly stroking his cheek, and whispered to himself, "Feng Qing, 

we really are fated to meet!"

Looking thoughtfully at the direction where Si Cang Qing disappeared, after a long time, Pan Qi sighed quietly, 

"Martial Arts Conference..." Immediately, there was no trace of the person.

In the desolate mountains and fields, the sunset is like residual blood.

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

Qingfeng Building.

Si Cang Qing quietly listened as the owner of Dongying Tower casually recounted the recent happenings in 

the Jianghu, mainly the Martial Arts Conference and the activities of the Demonic cult, Piaomiao Palace. 

"Piaomiao Palace is also coming to the Martial Arts Conference?" Si Cang Qing raised an eyebrow, surprised 

by the brazen actions of Piaomiao Palace, which had boldly announced to the world that it would attend the 

Martial Arts Conference to compete for the position of leader.

"Yes, that's why this martial arts conference is heavily guarded, with traps set up in secret, waiting for the people 

from Piaomiao Palace to arrive so they can be dealt with on the spot," Wuxin replied. 

He secretly scoffed, thinking that Piaomiao Palace hadn't been destroyed by the so-called righteous sects of the 

martial arts world all these years, so what could they do this time?

But for him, it was good news. When the clam and the snipe fight, the fisherman benefits.

"Wuxin, you did well," Si Cang Qing said lightly, speaking to Wuxin with a hint of gentleness in his voice. 

"As soon as the martial arts conference is over, I will return to the capital. Don't come looking for me 

before that."

"Yes, Master." Wu Xin responded and looked at Sicang Qing carefully, his eyes showing a bit of warmth, 

"Master, please take good care of yourself."

"Mm," Si Cang Qing stood up, looking out the window, and slowly said, "After I return to the capital, 

Dongying Building, the Imperial Guards, and the businesses will all be handed over to me. From now on, 

you will contact me through Feng Lan." 

Looking at Fenglan beside him with surprise, Wuxin didn't ask further, "Yes, master." 

"Mm, you may leave."

……

On the second floor of Qingfeng Tower, the sound of voices was deafening. Si Cang Qing scanned the crowd, 

all dressed as people from the jianghu, each one carrying a knife or sword.

"Master," looking at the few drunken wanderers downstairs, Feng Lan chuckled lightly, "I suppose everyone is 

here to attend the Martial Arts Conference." 

"Hmm." Si Cang Qing replied indifferently. 

Extending his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish, Feng Lan's face turned slightly red as he whispered, "Master, 

I just tasted this fish, and it tastes quite good. Would you like to try it?"

Si Cang Qing glanced at Feng Lan, then looked at the fish slices in front of him, his expression unchanged. 

"......The fish bones have already been removed." Looking at the indifferent Si Cang Qing, Feng Lan's voice 

trembled slightly. Although his expression remained calm, his hand holding the chopsticks had started to weaken. 

"Do you want to feed me?" After a long pause, Si Cang Qing finally asked casually.

"Ah," Feng Lan's face felt hot, and she hurriedly put the fish fillet into Si Cang Qing's bowl. Then she took her 

hand back, not daring to look at it, and started eating fiercely.

"Whatever you want to do, just do it." Si Cang Qing suddenly said, with a hint of displeasure in his words, 

"Don't be coy." He knew that he was very indifferent to people, but he wasn't some fierce beast, was he really 

that scary?

Hearing this, Feng Lan looked at Si Cang Qing with slight surprise. The other party slowly ate the fish fillets 

he had picked up, and then said calmly: "More."

Feng Lan couldn't help but smile, raised the corners of his lips, picked up a few more fish fillets, and carefully 

removed the fish bones.

This master of his, actually isn't really that cold! It might just be because he grew up alone, developing this 

indifferent and detached personality. Thinking of this, Feng Lan couldn't help but feel a bit sad. Although he 

had his own hardships, Si Cang Qing wasn't much better off! Clearly a prince, yet he had no home to return to. 

His mother died a tragic death, and his father was gravely ill…

"What's wrong?" Si Cang Qing looked at Feng Lan, who was staring blankly at him, with some confusion. Ever 

since Feng Lan had cried in his arms in Zhaoyang City, he had been staring blankly at him more and more 

frequently. Unable to help himself, Si Cang Qing reached up to touch his face, his brow slightly furrowing, 

is there was something strange growing on his face!?

"No, nothing." Feng Lan quickly averted his gaze, feeling embarrassed, and hurriedly said, "The fish fillets are 

ready." 

Watching Si Cang Qing eat the fish fillets with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, Feng Lan couldn't help but smile 

happily. Si Cang Qing was cold-hearted and indifferent, but he had a preference for good food. However, he was 

naturally lazy and unwilling to do anything troublesome.

Actually, being able to watch Si Cang Qing enjoy his meal and see the satisfaction on his face feels really good... 

My heart is at peace, those responsibilities, those hatreds, all seem to have become distant.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Si Cang Qing glanced at Feng Lan, who had started to space out again, and casually 

asked.

"I've already eaten." The heat on his face faded a bit, and Feng Lan broke into a hearty smile, her stern features 

instantly softening. 

Seeing the other person smile inexplicably, Si Cang Qing was slightly surprised, but then didn't think much 

of it anymore. 

This is good! 

The bustling inn was warm and peaceful.

"Qingqing, we meet again!" 

A teasing voice broke the subtle tension. The newcomer spun around and sat next to Si Cang Qing, leaning 

close to Si Cang Qing's face, but was separated by a sword.

"Ah, be careful, hero," Pan Qi said with a grin, looking at Feng Lan, who had already stood up with a cold 

expression. 

"Swords and knives have no eyes. This young master hasn't done anything heinous." 

"You," Feng Lan said coldly, "following us all the way, what are your intentions?"

"I am Wronged!” Pan Qi's expression was exaggerated as he looked at Si Cang Qing, laughing in a strange 

manner. "This young master didn't follow you; I just heard that there's a martial arts conference here and wanted 

to see the excitement!" 

Changing the subject, Pan Qi asked, "I presume you two are also here to attend the martial arts conference, 

right?"

Slowly finishing the last bite of his meal, Si Cang Qing slowly stood up, signaling Feng Lan to put away his 

sword. After all, this was a place where people gathered, and he didn't want to cause any commotion. 

"Qingqing, you're really heartless," Pan Qi said with a grin, blocking Si Cang Qing's path, his eyes deep and 

mysterious. "Not even a word for your Seventh Brother? You really break Seventh Brother's heart..."

Si Cang Qing finally set his gaze on him, then led Feng Lan away, leaving behind a cold remark: "Don't even 

think about targeting me; you don't have the fate to bear it!" 

This was an absolute provocation and contempt! Pan Qi watched the two disappear at the staircase, his 

expression changing several times before suddenly breaking into a low, mocking laugh.

——Feng Qing, oh Feng Qing, this young master will see how I don't have the fate to endure it?! 

— A game of hunting and conquest quietly begins…

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