Su Changqing: My Master is Trace-less Young Master, Spring Dream Without Trace

"Your Imperial Guard has secret agents everywhere, spread across the land. You know everything about my Cloud Dragon Stronghold's intelligence, so why are you trying to trick me?"

"Think whatever you want," Su Changqing said, shaking his head.

"My teacher's name is Trace-less Young Master, nicknamed Spring Dream Without Trace. He is as famous as the Flower Burial Martial Saint. This matter cannot be faked, can it?"

"By rights, you should call me Senior Brother," Su Changqing said softly, looking at her.

Su Changqing turned to leave, a hint of memory in his eyes. He sighed softly, "Forget it. Think whatever you want. After tomorrow, you will leave. I, your brother, cannot let you go."

"He has already entered the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Prison and cannot be easily rescued."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xingxing couldn't help but be stunned. Her brow furrowed, and she said coldly, "You claim to be a disciple of my Martial Uncle, skilled in Sky Full of Flowers Scattering Gold Coins. Why aren't you using it today?"

"My Martial Uncle is proficient in Qimen Dunjia and the arts of Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. His name resounds throughout the martial world. He shared a sect with the Flower Burial Martial Saint. While knowledge of this is scarce, it doesn't mean your Imperial Guard is unaware."

"Sky Full of Flowers Scattering Gold Coins?" Su Changqing let out a hearty laugh.

"My teacher did not pass that technique to me; he gave it to my Senior Sister. However, I have cultivated all the arts of Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, and Qimen Dunjia."

"You have a Senior Sister?" Jiang Xingxing couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

With these words, she seemed to be starting to believe Su Changqing's story.

Those with 'star' in their names are all naive fools. The ancients truly didn't deceive me.

"The moment I arrived at the Seven Mountains of Cloud Dragon and saw the Seven Linked Mountains, drawing water to sustain them, I knew there had to be a great tomb here. I just didn't expect it to be Martial Uncle's burial site..."

Su Changqing's eyes were deep as he looked at Jiang Xingxing.

Jiang Xingxing suddenly could no longer sit still. She looked at Su Changqing, her heart filled with shock.

The death of the Flower Burial Martial Saint was a closely guarded secret in the martial world. No one knew about it. After all, he was in his prime. Who could kill a Martial Saint and absorb all his cultivation?

That day, at Cloud Dragon Mountain, he could have killed her and Jiang Han, but he deliberately left them behind.

After all, the other five stronghold leaders were all dead.

Su Changqing pretended not to see, turning to look out the window. The serene night descended, empty as a secluded orchid.

His eyes were deep, and he didn't glance at Jiang Xingxing. Instead, he said calmly:

"You should leave tonight at midnight. I will also try to help with Jiang Han's situation. If I cannot save him, do not blame me."

"Martial Uncle never took any disciples. After his death, having you as a successor means he has descendants."

"My master, Trace-less Young Master, once said, 'The flower burial is traceless, leaving only a lingering fragrance.'"

"We don't need to see each other again. You must leave at midnight. Otherwise, in a few days, when my injuries have recovered, it will be impossible to explain how you escaped."

Su Changqing pointed a finger, breaking Jiang Xingxing's acupoints. With his back to her, he turned and stepped out the door.

Jiang Xingxing's eyes grew cold. If she were to act now, piercing Su Changqing's chest with her poison needle would be effortless, able to send him to his death within fifty breaths.

However, she did not attack. Instead, she sat on the bed, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

'The flower burial is traceless, leaving only a lingering fragrance.'

This sentence came from her master. There was no reason for Su Changqing to know it, unless Trace-less Young Master had told him.

"Wait, who is your Senior Sister?"

Jiang Xingxing took a deep breath and called out to Su Changqing.

"The first of the Xuan characters, Shangguan Haitang," Su Changqing replied calmly.

He turned and walked out, without the slightest hint of lingering attachment. Jiang Xingxing remained stunned in place.

"It's true. Shangguan Haitang is my Senior Sister? He is my Senior Brother? No wonder he didn't kill me."

Su Changqing stood beneath the large banyan tree, silent.

He had meticulously planned everything for this matter and had anticipated all outcomes.

This Trace-less Young Master had an immense reputation.

He understood astronomy and geography, excelled at the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and was skilled in tea brewing, flower appreciation, Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, and Qimen Dunjia.

He was even knowledgeable and proficient in ordinary matters like farming, water conservancy, economics, and military strategy.

The key was not his martial arts but the fact that he had long since disappeared from public view.

Even the Flower Burial Martial Saint was dead. Su Changqing had reason to suspect that Trace-less Young Master had also been drained dry by the Divine Marquis.

After all, teaching Shangguan Haitang was equivalent to teaching the Divine Marquis.

'The flower burial is traceless, leaving only a lingering fragrance.'

What did "leaving only a lingering fragrance" mean? It meant that both had passed away, leaving only a faint scent, with neither of those peerless young masters to be seen.

His rise had been too recent. Even if Trace-less Young Master was still alive, he was like a dragon that showed its head but not its tail – impossible to find. At that time, all he would need to do was explain that he had been taught the arts of Qimen Dunjia and Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.

How could Shangguan Haitang prove otherwise?

Even if she had a mind full of schemes, she wouldn't be able to figure it out, let alone with Jiang Xingxing acting as an unwitting accomplice.

In the "Number One Under Heaven" script of his past life, even after Haitang's death, Trace-less Young Master had never made a move.

This was why Su Changqing dared to do it.

Jiang Xingxing's older brother was firmly in his grasp. Even if Jiang Xingxing escaped today, she would return eventually.

By corroborating his identity as a junior brother to Shangguan Haitang from the side, she wouldn't suspect him.

He was destined to be this cheap junior brother!

The remains of the Flower Burial Martial Saint, the Three Slashes of Buried Flowers, Snow Drifting in the Mortal Realm, Dominating the World, and the Three Blades of Abyssal Dao—all must be seized!

Su Changqing sat cross-legged beneath the banyan tree, cultivating the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, without sleep for a day.

His saber technique had reached the second saber of the Overlord Saber, the Heartless Slash.

The third saber, the God-Slaying Slash, unfortunately, he hadn't even begun to learn.

In the quiet of the night, a figure in red quietly stepped outside. Her features were exquisite, her long legs perfectly straight—it was Jiang Xingxing.

She looked at Su Changqing beneath the banyan tree, her eyes slightly cold, a trace of killing intent gathering within them.

In the end, for reasons unknown, she didn't make a move. Her crystalline jade hands rested against the wall, tears welling in her eyes. She was like the moon of Guanghan Palace, clear, cold, lonely, and as dim as a flower.

"My master's memorial tomb has a message: only Snow Drifting in the Mortal Realm can obtain his remains."

"This person is ruthless. Why would Martial Uncle take him in? I did hear that Shangguan Haitang was placed under the tutelage of the Trace-less Young Master by the Iron Guts God-Marquis."

"Fine. I'll let you live a few more days. Once I've investigated thoroughly, I'll come to take your dog life!"

She walked lightly, as if afraid of disturbing Su Changqing, her eyes constantly fixed on him.

Then, Su Changqing took off his Imperial Guard's Flying Fish Robe.

He was clad in white, as pure as snow, unstained by a speck of dust. Before him, the Frost Snow Saber lay like a piece of ice crystal, resting horizontally across his knees.

He closed his eyes, concentrating his spirit. His demeanor was elegant and refined, his appearance like refined jade, bathed in moonlight, radiating brilliance. His figure showed no hint of darkness.

"Taking off that dog skin, he's actually quite handsome. If you deceived me, I'm taking this saber! I'll definitely use it to chop off your head!"

Jiang Xingxing's eyes narrowed slightly, and she let out a soft hum, speaking to herself.

For some reason, a sudden, inexplicable joy arose in her heart.

Perhaps it was because Su Changqing truly remained unsullied, sitting idle beneath the banyan tree.

She walked to the entrance of the Commander's courtyard and looked back again at Su Changqing's face, her eyes narrowing.

"You are a beauty, but why a thief."

"I'm leaving now! Hmph hmph."

Jiang Xingxing recited a small poem, feeling quite pleased with herself. Smug, she turned and left.

"If I am a thief, then what are you?" Su Changqing opened his eyes, gazing at the large door, shaking his head slightly.

Jiang Han and Jiang Xingxing were truly polar opposites.

One was incredibly intelligent, capable of planning even in desperate situations.

The other was all brawn and no brain, scolding herself.

He truly didn't know who their parents were.

"If Jiang Han dies, it will affect me, but I can't trick him," Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly as he thought to himself.

"Only if Jiang Xingxing does the deceiving will Shangguan Haitang and Jiang Han have no suspicions, and only then can I seize everything."

Suddenly, Su Changqing remembered something, the corners of his mouth curling up.

Perhaps it was Jiang Xingxing's innocent and charming nature, reciting a small poem.

Some people, who rarely smile for a long time, yet their smiles surpass countless beautiful sights in the mortal realm.