Chapter 15

Chapter 15: The youthful wanderings through the Jianghu

On stage, the clash of swords and blades; off stage, the crowd surges.

The martial arts tournament held once every five years in the Jianghu of the Canghuan Kingdom is currently 

in full swing; at the same time, the tournament also serves as the arena for the succession of the martial arts 

leaders through the ages. 

Deep within the crowd, Si Cang Qing and Feng Lan sit quietly, observing the matches on the field and the 

conditions of the various sects' members off the field.

At the highest position, the current leader of the martial arts world, the master of the Qingyu Sect, Yu Fei, 

observed the crowd with an inscrutable expression. Beside him sat esteemed seniors and experts with high 

reputations in the martial arts community, occasionally whispering to each other. 

Slowly retracting his gaze, Si Cang Qing leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"Are you tired, Master?" Feng Lan, who observed every move of Si Cang Qing with great detail, looked at 

Si Cang Qing's somewhat unusual expression with a hint of concern. 

Slightly shaking his head, Si Cang Qing opened his eyes, glanced at the stage again, and said, "Let's go!" 

Slightly surprised, Feng Lan was somewhat puzzled, "Aren't you going to watch?" They had just arrived not 

long ago!

Si Cang Qing did not respond. He came to attend the Wulin Conference with the purpose of understanding the 

current power dynamics of the various sects in the Jianghu. Now that he has a rough idea in his mind, there is 

no need to stay any longer. The detailed situation will be investigated by the people from Dongying Tower. As 

for who will ultimately become the leader of the martial arts world, it has nothing to do with him. It's just that 

Yu Fei from the Qingyu Sect is probably not an easy person to deal with.

Glancing at Yu Fei above, Si Cang Qing stood up and was about to leave. 

"What's wrong?" Feng Lan, seeing Si Cang Qing suddenly stop, curiously followed his gaze to Yu Fei and 

whispered, "That Yu Fei..."

Si Cang Qing looked up with an inscrutable gaze for a moment, then slowly said, "Let's go!" 

Yu Fei? It seems like Dongying Tower needs to investigate further. 

Feng Lan didn't ask any more questions and quietly followed Si Cang Qing, disappearing into the crowd as 

they walked out…

"Qingqing, the martial arts tournament isn't over yet, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" 

The already familiar, frivolous voice rang out above Si Cang Qing and the others. Looking up, they saw Pan Qi, 

grinning and sitting on a tree branch.

Feng Lan's expression darkened, his eyes filled with displeasure as he glared at Pan Qi. This person had been 

appearing beside them like a shadow at unexpected moments for several days. Feng Lan instinctively sensed that 

Pan Qi had a great interest in Si Cang Qing, and this interest made him very unhappy.

Of course, Si Cang Qing had ignored Pan Qi ever since that day when he had warned him with a few words, 

as if he didn't even exist. 

Raising an eyebrow at the obviously displeased Feng Lan, Pan Qi lightly chuckled, not caring much, and with 

a hint of temptation in his words, said, "Qingqing, since you've come to participate in the martial arts conference, 

you should at least see some interesting things before leaving!"

The corners of his mouth curled into an unmistakable smirk as Pan Qi lightly stroked his chin, his gaze drifting 

far off towards the arena. "I heard that Piaomiao Palace will also be attending the Martial Arts Conference today. 

Aren't you curious?" 

Piaomiao Palace? Si Cang Qing halted his steps and turned to look at Pan Qi, who was smiling innocently.

"Lan," Si Cang Qing called out, then lightly leaped up to the treetop. Watching Si Cang Qing's movement, 

Feng Lan also flew up to the branch, sitting between Si Cang Qing and Pan Qi, separating the two. 

"This young master Lan," Pan Qi said with a smile, "this tree might not be sturdy enough to bear the weight of 

three big men." 

Feng Lan ignored the other person.

Feeling bored, Pan Qi rubbed his nose and stopped being noisy. He just watched the competition on the stage 

with interest, occasionally muttering to himself, "Tsk tsk, with this level, he's still a sect leader!" 

"Fighting to the death for the title of martial arts alliance leader, not worth it..."

"If they knew that all this was in vain, I wonder what they would think?" As he spoke, Pan Qi looked at 

Si Cang Qing, as if asking himself, but also as if questioning Si Cang Qing. 

Si Cang Qing remained silent from beginning to end.

At that moment, suddenly there was a commotion in the arena. The three people in the tree hurriedly looked 

over and saw a dozen people in white suddenly descending from the sky, landing in the middle of the arena. 

At a glance, it was clear that the person in the center wearing a gauze hat was the leader of these white-clad 

individuals. 

"Piaomiao Palace?!"

A commotion broke out in the arena, and the people from various sects quickly drew their weapons, pointing 

them at the man in white on the stage. 

"Demon cult fiends, don't be so arrogant. Today, we will take your lives!" 

"Haha," the leader in white laughed arrogantly, "with just this lot?" 

"Impudent!" The crowd erupted in chaos.

On the arena, chaos reigned. People from various major sects were all engaged in battle with the few members 

of Piaomiao Palace. The originally scheduled competition had turned into a complete mess. Observing this 

chaotic scene, Feng Lan slightly furrowed his brows and looked at Si Cang Qing, “How come so many 

Jianghu people can't defeat a dozen people from Piaomiao Palace..."

Si Cang Qing looked at everyone on the field with cold eyes and answered Feng Lan's question calmly: 

"Xiao Gong Powder.”

Xiao Gong Powder is a colorless and odorless drug that can dissipate a person's internal energy invisibly 

without the person noticing. It often takes three to two days to recover.

 Looking at the disheveled people from various sects in the martial world, Feng Lan murmured, "No wonder, 

Piaomiao Palace is called a demonic sect."

"Hehe."

Feng Lan suddenly heard the person beside him chuckle softly. He glanced over coldly and saw the other 

person looking at him with great interest. He frowned slightly and stopped looking at him. 

"Master..." 

"Let's go." Si Cang Qing looked for a while longer, then lost interest, gently floated down, and left without 

looking back.

“Ah” Watching the two people who soon disappeared into the distance, Pan Qi hurriedly jumped down from 

the tree and used his lightness skill to follow them, "Qingqing, wait for me."

Qingfeng Tower, in Si Cang Qing's room. 

Putting down the pen in his hand, Si Cang Qing carefully sealed the secret letter he had just written, and called 

out into the air, "Xiang!" 

"Master." 

Feng Xiang appeared silently in the room in an instant, bowing his head and waiting for Si Cang Qing's orders.

"Give this to Wuxin." Si Cang Qing gave a faint order, and then asked: "Zi, where is he now?"

That day, Feng Zi left halfway, taking those bandits to the local government office, and has not returned yet. 

"He will arrive soon," Feng Xiang replied softly. 

"No need," Si Cang Qing stood up and walked to the window, "After you give the secret letter to Wuxin, 

meet up with Zi and return to the capital first to make arrangements." 

"Yes, Master."

"Step back!" Si Cang Qing waved his hand, and Feng Xiang left silently as he had come. 

Watching Si Cang Qing standing by the window, lost in thought, Fenglan picked up a cloak and walked to 

his side, "Master, it's still a bit cold in early spring."

Glancing at Feng Lan, Si Cang Qing allowed him to drape the cloak over himself. "Lan, after we return to 

the capital, the Donying Tower and the personal guards will be entrusted to your management. If there are no 

urgent matters, you can decide for yourself."

Feng Lan's hands paused, surprised, "Master... why make such a decision?" 

"After returning to the capital, I will have more matters to attend to," Si Cang Qing explained slightly. "On that 

day in the deadly formation, I decided to entrust my back to you, which means I am willing to give you my 

trust without any doubt. Now, prove your ability!"

Returning to the capital, he will need to deal with the various ministers in the court and handle all kinds of 

affairs. He couldn't possibly do everything himself. 

Suddenly kneeling down, Feng Lan replied in a deep voice, "Feng Lan will not disappoint the master's 

expectations." The words were filled with excitement, fervor, and even... a hint of sweetness.

"Get up, no need for formalities," Si Cang Qing's tone softened slightly. 

"Yes, master," Feng Lan's voice carried a hint of a smile, and his eyes curved even more.

Looking at Feng Lan's joyful expression, Si Cang Qing felt a bit puzzled but didn't ask any further. Ever since 

that day when this person cried pitifully and weakly in his arms, Si Cang Qing found himself feeling a bit 

softer towards him each time. He didn't know why he felt this way, but... it felt good, so there was no need to 

investigate further.

Moreover, he has his own considerations for everything. The reason for his decision is not only because there 

are very few people he completely trusts in this world, but Feng Lan is one of them. It is also because he believes 

in Feng Lan's abilities, which truly live up to being the son of the talented Lan Weilun. If it were not for the 

changes in the family that year, Feng Lan would definitely be able to make a difference in the court in the future.

"Master," Feng Lan was in a very good mood, and her words were more relaxed than before, "What's strange 

about the martial arts conference today?" He could vaguely sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't 

figure it out for the moment.

Upon hearing this, Si Cang Qing looked at Feng Lan with a hint of admiration, truly worthy of being the leader 

of his shadow guards, meticulous and observant.

"The strange thing is that the martial arts leader Yu Fei." Si Cang Qing explained, his eyes were extremely deep, 

"There is something wrong with the follower beside him."

And the so-called re-election of the alliance leader is probably just a cover.

Thinking about Si Cang Qing's words, Feng Lan's expression changed and her tone was a bit sharp, "Whose 

subordinate is that Yu Fei?”

Si Cang Qing nodded slightly. It seemed that the Qingyu Sect was also a power in the world controlled by 

someone, just like the Dongying Studio under Si Cang Qing.

Feng Lan pondered and said: "According to Dongying Studio's investigation over the years, Qin Guozhang 

and Qin Guojiu have nothing to do with Jianghu. They have 300,000 heavy troops and their own secret guards..."

“People from other countries." Si Cang Qing concluded lightly.

"People from other countries?" Feng Lan looked at Si Cang Qing in shock, and suddenly became worried, 

"In the past few years, Hong Cheng and Guang Yu have sometimes made provocations against our country. 

Could it be that..."

Si Cang Qing remained silent, his expression calm. It seemed that the Qingyu Sect had not built its influence 

in the martial world overnight, so there was no need to rush. They were merely spies left behind by another 

country in Canghuan. 

"So, we just let the Qingyu Sect be?" Looking at the completely unperturbed Si Cang Qing, Feng Lan's tone 

also softened, but he still couldn't help but worry. With a tiger by the bed, how could one sleep peacefully?

Si Cang Qing's eyes suddenly turned cold, "I have asked Wuxin to investigate the relationship between 

Qingyumen and Piaomiao Palace." Killing with a borrowed knife is a trick that has been repeated repeatedly 

throughout the ages. There are many sects in Jianghu, and they are not convinced by each other. As long as 

there is an opportunity, they can kill each other.

"Piaomiao Palace?" Feng Lan murmured, "Piaomiao Palace should have no connection with Qingyu Sect." 

Si Cang Qing did not respond, lazily sitting back in the soft chair. He naturally knew that the two had no 

connection, but from a glimpse at today's martial arts conference, he could guess that there was a transaction 

between them. As long as someone deliberately embellishes it... As the saying goes, "A single lie destroys a 

thousand truths."

"I've already taken care of these things." Si Cang Qing comfortably closed his eyes, then changed the subject, 

"Lan, please massage my temples." After a few busy days, he was indeed quite tired, and it had been a long 

time since he had enjoyed Feng Lan's services.

Feng Lan is proficient in all eighteen martial arts. Besides his excellent martial skills, he also handles daily 

chores meticulously. Over the past two years, his massage techniques have become truly exceptional.

"Okay." Feng Lan no longer questioned the matter of the Qingyu Sect. He believed that no one could stop 

what Si Cang Qing was about to do. 

The movements of his fingers were extremely gentle. 

Seeing the barely perceptible look of satisfaction on Si Cang Qing's face, Feng Lan quietly curled his lips. 

On the table, the golden lion incense was burning.

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