Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 146 The world collapses, there is no sign
The Demonic Cult is the largest sect in the world, and it has a great master like Yang Wuji in charge. If it joins forces with the Songyang Sect, or even forms an alliance through marriage, it is obvious that it must have an extremely strong goal.

It is impossible for the two families to rebel, nor is it possible for them to challenge the peaceful Youjian Villa and Shaochan Temple. The only target in the world worthy of the two families' cooperation is Longzang Temple.

In an instant, Giatana pieced together countless clues, all around her, and thought to herself, "Senior Brother Alanduo hasn't yet been promoted to Grandmaster. I absolutely cannot kill these two and give them an excuse to attack Longzang Temple."

"But you can't act like you've seen through the two families' schemes. You have to pretend..."

"I have it. I will be jealous for a while, and then let them go lightly, so as not to reveal that I have discovered the alliance between the two families."

Giatana blurted out something that almost knocked Sun Yanwan over: "You actually..."

"Help her beat me?"

Sun Yanwan almost didn't hand over his two swords. He never thought that the golden feathers of the Great Sun on the grassland could be so green, and the little princess of Beiyan could be so dark.

Why is this?

There's no reason?

"Is it simply harming others and not benefiting yourself?"

"Wouldn't it be better if she killed herself?"

"Do you have to go through so much trouble?"

Giatana even admired herself a little, thinking to herself, "Thank goodness I have some quick wit."

She tried, but found she couldn't manage a pitiful, sorrowful expression. She could only cover her face with her hands, so the two of them couldn't see the smile on her pretty face. She added, "Tell me—I wish all lovers in the world could become couples. It's destined in previous lives, so don't miss your chance."

"Now... is it true that lovers never last forever?"

Giatana could no longer hold back her laughter, so she used her lightness skills, turned around and ran wildly. After running several miles, she finally couldn't help it and laughed out loud, just like the golden bell bird on the grassland telling the shepherd that spring had come.

Sun Yanwan stood there in a daze, feeling that the collapse of the world had never come before.

Yang Diao'er's chest heaved as she watched Giatana flee, thinking to herself, "It's him!"

"It must be him!"

"Only this bastard can say such dirty words."

"May all lovers in the world become couples; marriage is destined in previous lives, so don't miss it."

"No one in Dalang has such literary talent and can speak such wonderful words!"

"Just like what he said to me: I don't know when we'll meet again, but it's embarrassing to be together this night! I've asked everyone in the Dalang literary world, and they only have one answer: Unparalleled, unrivaled, the most outstanding in Dalang!"

"What kind of place is Beiyan? It's a bitterly cold place. The entire Beiyan royal family, including the eminent monks of Longzang Temple, couldn't come up with such a thrilling sentence, let alone a person with such talent."

"Even if Giatana wanted to spread rumors, she couldn't come up with something like this."

Yang Diao'er thought bitterly, "Besides, he's capable of doing this kind of thing."

"This person, upon seeing me, has been entangled in all kinds of ways. How could he not be moved by the beauty of the Little Princess of Northern Yan, the Golden Feather of the Great Sun on the grassland?"

The little princess of the Demon Sect stomped her feet angrily, put away her folding fan, turned around and left.

After walking quite a distance, he suddenly realized, "What does it have to do with me if he flirts with me? Why should I be angry?"

"He and I have nothing to do with each other. We just have a fight scheduled for three years." "Why should I be angry?"

"I'm not angry."

When Yang Diao'er saw the folding fan in her hand, she wanted to tear it up, but when she opened the fan and took a look at the poem on it, she suddenly felt reluctant to do so.

Sun Yanwan had sheathed both swords, and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat.

He still couldn't understand why Giatana was going crazy?

If this hadn't happened before, on Earth, it could be understood that this little princess of Beiyan was a top entertainer, or that she was too good at tea and needed someone to relieve her anger, but this is an ancient martial arts world?

What's the point of doing this?
He and Yang Diao'er really don't have that kind of relationship.

He was just worried that Yang Diao'er would disregard the three-year agreement and take action early. He really didn't want to do anything else.

In fact, Sun Yanwan still feels that it would be comfortable for Xiao Nanmeng to have a little butterfly at home. She doesn't have to worry about coaxing them. They will coax themselves and be happy every day. It is pleasing to watch.

Even if the three meals a day prepared by the two of them are not prepared with enough care, they can still criticize them in a tactful way.

What a happy day this is!

Sun Yanwan sighed heavily and went straight to the Shendao Escort Agency.

Living in the capital is not easy, but not the kind of difficulty that Bai Juyi described.

Bai Juyi is short of money, he is short of life!

As Sun Yanwan stepped into the Shendao Escort Agency, he felt the atmosphere was heavy, but he had just experienced a very exciting battle, so he felt that the atmosphere was not so bad.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl dressed in mourning, accompanied by a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, was standing in the hall of the escort agency, her face full of anger, sadness, and grievance. She silently endured the verbal attacks of dozens of creditors. She didn't even know that her father owed so much money?
When Sun Yanwan came in, the Shendao Escort Agency didn't even have a doorman. No one stopped him when he came in, and no one cared about him until he reached the main hall of the agency.

The first thing he saw was the girl in mourning. If she had just traveled through time, he would have praised her as a beauty. But since she had just met Yang Diao'er and Giatana, the only description he could give her was - a village girl!
The creditors were furious and wanted the girl to pay back the debt for her father. Some even said that she should sell herself to pay off the debt, which was extremely humiliating.

The girl had never seen such a thing under the protection of her father. She had no way to deal with it except to be stubborn.

The young man she was holding was completely bewildered. He couldn't even comprehend why the world had suddenly changed. Wasn't he the young master of the Divine Blade Escort Agency? How had he become this despised bastard?

Sun Yanwan listened for a while, roughly understanding the situation, coughed lightly, and said, "I am Sun Yanwan, representing the Songyang Sect and Shaochan Temple."

"The troubles of the Divine Sword Escort Agency have been taken over by the Shaochan Temple and the Songyang Escort Agency."

"If you have any questions, please ask me."

Sun Yanwan was at the fourth level after all. This sentence contained the authentic inner Qi of the Xuanmen sect. He spoke it neither slowly nor hurriedly, but it was as if he was speaking in everyone's ears. Even in an extremely noisy environment, every word was still clear.

He showed off his skills a little bit, and even though Sun Yanwan looked like a child of only thirteen or fourteen, he was still enough to shock everyone on the spot.

He slowly walked to the main seat in the main hall, sat down without any hesitation, put his hand on his left cheek, and said calmly, "I won't ask any questions, so please don't speak."

"To avoid it being too chaotic and difficult to sort things out."

A burly man couldn't hold it in any longer: "How do you prove that you are from Shaochan Temple, Songyang Sect?"

Sun Yanwan smiled and said lightly: "Are you provoking me?"

(End of this chapter)