The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1529 - 742 Pet Sister Maniac (Second Update)

The night was deep and quiet.

In the bamboo forest of the National Master Hall, a small bamboo house was lit with a dim oil lamp.

The National Master sat cross-legged on a round cushion.

"Master..." Ya He had just lifted the curtain to report on the progress of searching for the Little Princess to the National Master, and Senior Ye Qing hadn’t found any results yet. He wondered if they should send more people to assist.

But as the words reached his lips, he saw the National Master sitting motionless in front of a small desk, and his voice suddenly got choked off.

There were three teacups on the desk.

One in front of the National Master, one on the seat beside the National Master, and another opposite the National Master.

Was Master waiting for some friend?

But Master didn’t have any friends.

He had been in the National Master Hall for ten years and had never seen the Master in close contact with anyone, oh, except for Old Master Meng, with whom he played chess.

However, the friendship with Old Master Meng was limited to chess only.

The placement of the teacups was very strange too. Why would there be someone sitting beside the Master?

Shouldn’t they all be placed opposite him?

This wasn’t the first time Ya He had seen this scene, and he had never understood what his Master was really doing.

He had privately asked Senior Ye Qing, and all the Senior told him was not to ask too much and not to disturb the Master at such times.

Ya He carefully put down the curtain and silently retreated.

Thinking of his Master sitting there, unsure if he was waiting or reminiscing, Ya He’s expression paused momentarily.

The Master has two very important friends.

Ya He thought to himself.

...

In the woods, Qun Xuan was stupefied by the stab.

What happened to counting to three? Did you eat two and three?

The youth shows no respect for martial ethics!

Having lived more than thirty years, Qun Xuan had truly never met such a cunning and deceitful person; even the most underhanded tricks were nothing compared to this ruthlessness.

Qun Xuan was so shocked that his instincts were dulled for a second.

He stared blankly at Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao looked at him innocently and twisted the Red-Tasseled Spear in his thigh flesh!

"Damn it!"

Qun Xuan was in such pain that every hair on his body stood on end, and his features nearly fled his face!

If you stab, just stab; why twist it?

Do you think you’re mincing meat here!

Qun Xuan finally snapped back to reality, and he swung a palm toward Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao had already anticipated this move and kicked his palm. Using the force of his swing, she propelled herself away, and the Red-Tasseled Spear was yanked out as well.

Qun Xuan’s thigh sprayed blood like a fountain!

I’ve never met someone so infuriating!

Qun Xuan gritted his teeth and pressed a major Acupoint on his leg to stem the gushing blood.

He then quickly tore off a piece of his hem and wrapped it around his wound.

His series of actions were fluid, showing that he had been injured many times during previous martial arts training.

Nobody is born a master; talent is indeed important, but if one does not go through repeated trials and tribulations, reaching a level unattainable by ordinary people is impossible.

Gu Jiao stabilized herself ten steps away from Qun Xuan.

The Red-Tasseled Spear really was a wonderful weapon, good for both attack and defense, suitable for both open combat and stealthy fight, and when necessary, sneak attacks were possible without being out of reach.

Gu Jiao provocatively looked at Qun Xuan, "Didn’t you agree to let me make three moves? Why go back on your word and cheat?"

Qun Xuan retorted angrily, "You said we would start after counting to three!"

Gu Jiao responded, "I never said I’d count all of them out loud; I counted two and three in my heart."

Qun Xuan’s mouth twitched: "..."

Qun Xuan decided not to waste words with Gu Jiao anymore; otherwise, he might die from anger before the fight even began.

Qun Xuan made his move without hesitation.

However, as soon as he lifted his hand, he sensed something was off.

What’s going on?

Why can’t he exert any strength in his arm?

Qun Xuan glared at Gu Jiao fiercely: "You little brat! What have you done to me!"

"Nothing much, just applied a little something on the spearhead." Gu Jiao had previously noticed someone in the forest; her intuition told her that it was a very powerful expert, so she tampered a bit with the spearhead.

She did it so discreetly that even Mu Qingchen and the guards by her side thought she was just cleaning the spear.

Qun Xuan checked the internal energy within his body, and the situation was terrible. He could barely feel it: "What exactly did you apply?"

Gu Jiao replied, "Neurotoxin."

Qun Xuan was puzzled: "What poison?"

Gu Jiao shrugged: "If you don’t understand, let’s leave it at that."

Damn, as a member of the Tang Sect, there was poison in the world he had never heard of!

Gu Jiao didn’t give Qun Xuan a chance to catch his breath, and with a backhanded grip on the Red-Tasseled Spear, she charged at Qun Xuan.

Strike while the enemy is sick, claim their life!

The amount of neurotoxin wasn’t large; she had to seize the opportunity quickly.

But just as Gu Jiao got close to Qun Xuan, a death soldier from the Han Family burst out from the forest!

The death soldier took a spear strike meant for Qun Xuan.

Mu Qingchen had passed small Qingchen to a guard, and the guard, holding one in each hand, stood bewildered looking at his Young Master.

"Leave him to me." Mu Qingchen drove the death soldier back several steps with a thrust of his sword.

Gu Jiao made another move towards Qun Xuan.

Qun Xuan grabbed hold of Gu Jiao’s Red-Tasseled Spear, and with the little internal energy he had left, wrestled the spear from her and threw it deep into the woods.

The Red-Tasseled Spear wasn’t heavy, so he could still throw it.

If he had to deal with one of Xuanyuan Li’s divine weapons, he feared he wouldn’t even be able to lift it.

As expected of Tang Sect’s Qun Xuan, still able to fight in such a condition!

Gu Jiao clenched her fist and smashed a punch towards Qun Xuan’s face!

Qun Xuan’s head was knocked aside, a tooth flying out.

Gu Jiao lifted her leg again, kicking him high into the sky!

She herself leapt onto a tree branch, and as Qun Xuan fell from midair, she soared up and stomped down fiercely toward his elixir field!

Qun Xuan plummeted to the ground with increased speed, smashing into the earth and creating a huge crater.

Gu Jiao grabbed a tree branch with one hand, her figure springing to land beside the large crater.

Gu Jiao’s foot rose again, mercilessly stomping down towards Qun Xuan’s head!

Unexpectedly, a bony hand caught her foot.

From beneath the dust, Qun Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered coldly, "It’s time to end this."

In an instant, Gu Jiao felt the overwhelming surge of Qun Xuan’s internal strength.

It had only paralyzed him for such a short while.

Gu Jiao tried to pull her foot back.

But she couldn’t.

With a murderous aura, Qun Xuan solemnly said, "I told you, it’s time to end this."

As his words fell, he twisted downward the hand that held Gu Jiao’s ankle.

You crippled Han Ye’s tendons, very well, I will start by breaking one of your feet as interest!

With a thunderous boom, Qun Xuan was sent flying by a startling streak of sword energy!

He steadied himself on a tree branch with a light touch of his toes.

This familiar sword energy was—

He looked carefully.

Under the moonlight, Gu Changqing stood with a cold long sword in his hand, guarding in front of Gu Jiao like a frigid King of Hell.

Such powerful sword energy!

Qun Xuan squinted his eyes, glanced at Gu Changqing, then at the ravine carved out by the sword energy on the ground, and clenched his fist imperceptibly.

Why was it this man again?

It was he who had severed Han Ye’s tendons last time!

Damn it.

Especially since he hadn’t fully recovered from the remaining poison in his body and had been injured by that lad’s sneak attack.

He snorted coldly, "I’ll let you go today. Next time we meet, it will be the end for you!"

He used his lightness technique to leave.

Gu Changqing didn’t pursue.

His sister was more important than the enemy.

Gu Changqing turned around and asked Gu Jiao, "Are you hurt?"

"No," Gu Jiao shook her head.

Gu Changqing wasn’t reassured, handed the long sword to Gu Jiao, and had her hold it while he himself knelt on one knee. He lifted his sister’s foot, checked with a squeeze to make sure there was no swelling or fractures, and then he finally relaxed.

Elsewhere, Mu Qingchen had also ended his battle.

He wasn’t accustomed to killing, so he knocked the death soldiers unconscious.

He walked over, and Gu Jiao raised her filthy hand and smeared it across Gu Changqing’s face.

A big, dirty handprint on his face from his sister...

Well, no need to wash the face today.

Mu Qingchen gave both siblings a glance and first checked on Gu Jiao’s condition, "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine," said Gu Jiao.

Mu Qingchen then looked at Gu Changqing, "He is..."

"Don’t know him."

"Fellow townsman."

Gu Jiao and Gu Changqing spoke in unison with different answers.

"Fellow townsman."

"Don’t know him."

Gu Jiao and Gu Changqing again spoke in unison with different answers.

Mu Qingchen: "..."

Do I look that easy to fool?

Mu Qingchen hummed indifferently, "If it’s inconvenient to say, then don’t say it. I don’t have to know."

"Oh," Gu Jiao promptly stopped talking.

Mu Qingchen: "..."

Gu Changqing’s arrival made Gu Jiao much more relaxed.

After that, they encountered a few more waves of death soldiers and guards, all of which were dealt with by Gu Changqing alone.

Throughout the process, Gu Changqing—fought, fed his sister, and carried little Jingkong.

Throughout the process, Gu Jiao—ate, ate, and ate.

After Gu Jiao finished the last piece of dried meat and burped, she said, "We’re almost out of the forest, there shouldn’t be any skilled fighters left to face, right?"

Mu Qingchen pondered for a moment, "There’s one more, possibly more troublesome than Qun Xuan."

Gu Jiao blinked, "Who?"

Mu Qingchen spoke seriously, "Geng Wuxiu, the Taoist priest of the Geng Family, a true genius in martial arts. He’s only twenty-six this year, yet his internal strength is much deeper than Qun Xuan’s. If we encounter him—we’ll be in for a beating."

Somewhere in the woods.

Geng Wuxiu squatted on the ground, drawing circles, with a face of utter despair, "Brother, are you sure you didn’t take a wrong turn?"

The Taoist priest nodded, "Yeah."

"But we’ve already gone around in circles in the same place seven times!" Geng Wuxiu pointed upwards at the old locust tree next to them, "Every time we passed by, I made a mark here! Now there are seven marks!"

Standing ethereally under the moonlight, a picture of ethereal poise and mesmerizing grace.

With slender fingertips holding a hand-drawn map on parchment, he studied the map carefully, speaking confidently, "This is the way, I’ve been in this forest before, and I’ve made it out."

Geng Wuxiu asked, "How long did it take you to get out last time?"

"Not long," said the Taoist priest. "A month."

Geng Wuxiu: "...!!"

Geng Wuxiu clenched his fists tightly, his teeth almost cracked from anger!

He stood up abruptly, roaring like a lion: "That must be why it took you three years to return home after leaving the mountain!"