Nangong Wan'er, Blizzard Saber Art

Qin Shuang discovered that behind the kitchen woodpile sat a woman in black with a slender figure, skin as white as snow, hair like a cascading waterfall, and a dark long saber resting on her lap.

The long saber exuded a chilling, bloody aura!

"Borrowing your kitchen, I'll repay you handsomely!"

The black-clad woman's face was pale, her aura weak, her eyes fixed warily on Qin Shuang as she spoke in a low voice, her tone like pearls falling on a jade plate, incredibly pleasant to hear.

"You can stay as long as you like, miss, no need to be polite!"

Qin Shuang took a step back, leaning against the kitchen door, and waved his hand as he spoke.

At that moment, his heart was filled with caution. On this black-clad woman, he sensed a dangerous aura. After all, he was now at the Great Accomplishment realm of Fierce Tiger Fist, which showed just how formidable her martial arts were.

"Please wait here. After I finish healing, I won't treat you poorly!"

The black-clad woman took a White Porcelain Bottle from her bosom, poured out a Pill, and swallowed it. She looked at Qin Shuang and said in a deep voice.

"Alright... alright!"

Qin Shuang nodded in response, sat down to one side, and studied the black-clad woman, his heart uneasy. Suddenly, a flash of insight struck his mind as he recalled the gossip he'd overheard while eating noodles that morning, and his heart sank.

Could this black-clad woman be the traitor from the Divine Saber Sect that all the city's martial arts schools and gangs were searching for?

Was she carrying the 'Divine Seed'?

At this moment.

Qin Shuang rubbed the Tiger Hide in his hand, countless thoughts racing through his mind—how to break this situation?

Running, he probably couldn't outpace her.

But if he didn't run, he feared the woman might kill him once she finished healing.

Just then, a faint sound of knocking came from the front. The black-clad woman opened her eyes, pondered briefly, then pulled a Booklet from her bosom and tossed it to Qin Shuang, saying, "I think you've guessed my background. I saw you practicing Fierce Tiger Fist. This first volume of the Blizzard Saber Art is for you. Help me evade the search, and I'll teach you the second volume!"

Qin Shuang caught the Booklet and glanced at the Title Page, which read 'Blizzard Saber Art.' Flipping through it, he saw diagrams and moves of saber techniques—indeed, only half of it.

"Alright, I'll deal with them."

Qin Shuang felt a surge of joy at this, gave the black-clad woman a deep look, and turned to head toward the front of the restaurant.

"Though I gave him half the saber art, I don't know his character yet. Better to be cautious."

Nangong Wan'er watched Qin Shuang's retreating figure, her beautiful eyes flickering. Having just taken the healing Pill, her cultivation had recovered somewhat. She immediately blurred into motion, following behind Qin Shuang, and ascended to the second-floor corridor of Fusheng Restaurant, listening intently.

If Qin Shuang exposed her whereabouts, she would sacrifice her foundation to flee.

If he truly followed her instructions and fooled the searchers, giving him the second half of the saber art wouldn't be a problem.

Qin Shuang jogged all the way to the restaurant's main hall.

"Bang!"

A loud crash rang out as the restaurant's front door was violently broken open, the bolt snapping and wood chips flying everywhere.

"Fucking dog shit, why'd you bolt the door in broad daylight? Making me wait so long!"

"Believe me, I'll break all three of your legs!"

A burly, Bearded Man in Flying Eagle Gang attire, carrying a Broad Axe and dressed like a Green-Clad Ruffian, pointed at Qin Shuang's nose and cursed loudly. His bad breath nearly made Qin Shuang gag. Behind this man followed eight Flying Eagle Gang disciples with embroidered eagles on their chests.

"My apologies, really. Didn't sleep well last night, so I was catching up on rest during the day. What business does the boss have with me?"

Qin Shuang clasped his fists toward the Bearded Man and said.

Though he spoke politely, in his mental ledger, he had already marked the Bearded Man for death.

"Search the place!"

The Bearded Man ignored Qin Shuang's words and waved his hand behind him. The eight Flying Eagle Gang disciples behind him, wielding swords and blades, charged into the restaurant to begin their search, smashing things as they went.

"If they find that black-clad woman..."

Qin Shuang stood in the restaurant's main hall, his heart in turmoil. If the black-clad woman in the kitchen was discovered, it would be hard to explain.

"Boss Qi, nothing here!"

"Sect Leader, found nothing!"

"..."

Amid Qin Shuang's anxiety, the eight Flying Eagle Gang disciples with 'Eagle' embroidered on their chests came before the Bearded Man and reported respectfully.

"Nothing?"

Qi Yunfeng frowned, his gaze landing on Qin Shuang. He said, "This dog wasted my time. Take him back with us!"

Just then.

A lean Flying Eagle Gang member leaned close to Boss Qi's ear and whispered something. Qi Yunfeng looked at Qin Shuang with a meaningful gaze and said, "You're lucky! I'll let you off today. Wasting my time—I'll settle accounts with you next month!"

With that, Qi Yunfeng led his eight Gang Members to the neighboring 'Su's Ready-to-Wear Shop' to continue their search.

"Damn it! Once my Fierce Tiger Fist reaches perfection, that's your death day!!"

Qin Shuang watched the Flying Eagle Gang's retreating figures, deep killing intent flashing in his eyes. He closed the door but found the bolt was gone. As he turned to grab a broken table to block it, he saw the black-clad woman standing at the bottom of the restaurant's stairs, looking at him. She said, "It seems you have no small troubles of your own. Help me evade the pursuit, and once I recover from my injuries, I'll help you wipe out the Flying Eagle Gang."

"Thank you! This Humble One is Qin Shuang. How should I address you, miss?"

Qin Shuang looked at the Black-Clad Woman, nodded, and asked.

"Nangong Wan'er."

The Black-Clad Woman hesitated briefly, then added, "Come, I'll pass down the lower volume of the Blizzard Saber Art to you. As long as you help me evade the city-wide manhunt, once my injuries heal, I'll also teach you a lightness skill!"

Nangong Wan'er knew full well in her heart.

Her current strength was less than thirty percent of her peak. To get others to help her through this crisis, she had to offer something of value.

"Then I'll thank you in advance, miss!"

Qin Shuang felt a surge of joy and cupped his hands in salute.

Qingzhou City, Good Fortune Casino.

Liang Chang looked at the eight underlings before him, furrowed his brow, and asked, "None of you saw Jiyao this morning?"

"Hall Master, none of us did."

The many underlings shook their heads in unison.

"Xiao Guizi, go check around Fusheng Restaurant. He might be there."

Liang Chang thought for a moment, then said.

"Yes, Hall Master!"

A lean young man left through the door.

Fusheng Restaurant.

On the first floor, inside a room behind the stairs, Nangong Wan'er sat cross-legged, silently healing her injuries.

Qin Shuang sat to the side, looking at the Blizzard Saber Art booklet in his hands. He had already loaded the saber art onto his panel, but in front of Nangong Wan'er, he couldn't check it.

"Qin Shuang, do you have anything to eat?"

Nangong Wan'er pressed her stomach, looked at Qin Shuang, and asked.

"There's one flatbread left. You can have it!"

Qin Shuang took a flatbread from the counter, handed it to Nangong Wan'er, and said helplessly, "Since the restaurant's closed, even the cookware was taken by creditors to pay off debts, so I can't cook anything. This is what I bought this morning."

"This..."

Nangong Wan'er's beautiful eyes blinked, and she said, "Let's split it half and half!"

"Mm."

Qin Shuang nodded. He was indeed hungry, so he tore off half the flatbread wrapped in kraft paper, handed the other half to Nangong Wan'er, and started eating his own half.

He knew.

Nangong Wan'er might still be on guard.

Qin Shuang swallowed his flatbread in a few bites. Watching him finish, Nangong Wan'er also began to eat hers in small, graceful bites.

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