Every Debt Must Be Repaid
'The Great Qi Dynasty has a martial arts grandmaster in charge, yet it only dares to call itself "Python"... What kind of sight must the vast Central Continent be?'
An indescribable longing and excitement surged within him!
Qin Rushuang took in the look in Dongfang Yueming's eyes, and a faint smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.
'Heh, this kid's reaction is exactly the same as mine when I first heard about the Central Continent,' she thought to herself. 'However, that turbulent land is far from as easy to navigate as I imagined...'
Thinking of the Central Continent, a trace of melancholy and helplessness flashed across Qin Rushuang's eyes.
She remembered the inexplicable task her sect had given her—to wait in this remote Great Xia Dynasty for a peerless genius named "Dongfang Ri," saying that the two were destined to be together, but without giving any specific clues, only telling her to let nature take its course.
' Dongfang Ri... Dongfang Ri...' Qin Rushuang murmured the name in her heart, 'So many years have passed, and I haven't even seen a trace of him... Could Master's prophecy be wrong?'
You must know, her master's cultivation level is terrifying! So-called martial arts grandmasters are not even as good as ants in front of him!
But her master personally handed her the sect's most precious treasure— the Martial Dao Origin Page —saying only that it was for Dongfang Ri.
That's the Martial Dao Origin Page!
Legend has it that it can simplify complex matters and integrate multiple skills or martial arts techniques!
Qin Rushuang sighed softly. 'The reason I've been suppressing my cultivation and unwilling to break through to a higher realm is not only to solidify my foundation, but also largely because I hoped to quietly find that so-called "Dongfang Ri" in this vast sea of people in a relatively low-key manner. But now it seems that hope is slim.'
"Teacher Qin, if there are no other instructions, I will take my leave now," Dongfang Yueming said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.
"Okay, go ahead." Qin Rushuang nodded.
Dongfang Yueming turned and left the training room, her mind racing. 'I wonder who my teammates will be in this Battle of the Python Gate... Oh right, speaking of which, there's still a debt I haven't settled...'
Meanwhile, Qian Jingming was taking inventory of goods in a corner, suddenly sneezed loudly without warning. "Achoo! Strange, who's talking about me?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than his terminal received a new message from Dongfang Yueming. The message was concise. "Debt settled today."
"Pay back the money?" Qian Jingming was stunned, his eyes wide with surprise. "This kid, he's struck it rich? Wait a minute..." He quickly replied, "Brother Dongfang, no rush, use it first, we'll talk about it when you're better off!"
Dongfang Yueming was somewhat surprised by the reply, but still insisted, "We agreed to return it today, so we will return it today."
Since Qian Jingming back then, why would I let him suffer a loss?
Seeing that the other party was so determined, Qian Jingming could no longer refuse, so they agreed on a meeting place.
Not long after, the two met. When Qian Jingming saw Dongfang Yueming again, he was shocked! In just a few days, the young man in front of him seemed to have been reborn. His figure was still upright, but his calm and reserved temperament was more obvious. His eyes were deep and revealed a sharpness that made people dare not look directly at him!
'Goodness... this kid has gotten stronger again! And it's a complete transformation!' Qian Jingming thought to himself, clicking his tongue in amazement.
"Brother Qian, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Dongfang Yueming greeted him with a smile.
"No... it didn't take long." Qian Jingming quickly forced a smile.
Without further ado, Dongfang Yueming took out a D-grade battle sword and handed it over. "This sword should be enough to settle what I owed you before."
"This... this won't do!" Qian Jingming was startled and quickly waved his hand, "Brother Dongfang, you're too kind! It's just a knife, really no need..." Although he also needed a weapon, a D-grade battle knife was quite valuable, far exceeding the amount he had owed back then.
"Take it, consider it making friends." Dongfang Yueming shoved the knife into Qian Jingming's hand without further ado, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I have something to do, I'm leaving now."
After saying that, he turned and strode away.
Qian Jingming gripped the cold, heavy battle blade in his hand, watching Dongfang Yueming's dashing figure disappear into the distance. It took him a long while to recover, and he muttered to himself, "Goodness... this Dongfang Yueming, his future achievements will surely be extraordinary..."