The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

Tuoba Yu looked at Sikong Jin with a faint smile, a smile that was both wicked and eerie. "Does Lord Sikong know that no one has ever been able to take anything from me... So, Lord Sikong, where is my purse?"

"Money bag? What money bag?" Sikong Jin looked blank, as if she had never heard of the word 'money bag' before.

"Lord Sikong is a wise man; that money pouch is very important to me..."

"Is it important?" Sikong Jin raised her eyebrows in surprise, staring blankly at Tuoba Yu. "Did your lover give it to you? Is it a token of love? No way... I'm telling you, you're so out of touch. These days, people give gold bricks as tokens of love. They're high-end, classy, ​​and sophisticated. Who would use such a clumsy little purse? It would make you look so tacky!"

As he spoke, Lord Sikong straightened his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and strolled forward. Just as he took a step, she flashed, her moonlit robes streaking across the cold sky like a shooting star, disappearing into the dark night beside her.

This is a dangerous place, not a place to linger. Let's go!

"Huh? Want to leave?"

The clear voice carried a captivating magnetism. In the blink of an eye, Tuoba Yu had transformed into a blue shadow, chasing after the figure like a ghost. He unleashed a palm strike at the moonlit figure ahead, the whistling wind of the palm causing Sikong Jin's robes to flutter wildly, almost knocking her over.

"Wow, you're serious!"

Sikong Jin exclaimed in surprise, looking flustered, and quickly dodged, darting through the corridor. Her movements were agile and swift; she only had time to see a flash of white light before she vanished from the corridor in the blink of an eye, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, extremely eerie.

'What amazing light-footed skill!'

Tuoba Yu was secretly surprised, and the light in his eyes was very meaningful. He didn't have time to think too much. He touched the artificial hill next to him with his toes and chased after it.

They chased each other for dozens of miles before arriving at the banks of the Shenglan River, one after the other.

Sikong Jin breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Tuoba Yu who was chasing after her, and couldn't help but sigh and rub her forehead, "I say, you're too patient, aren't you? You've chased me for thirty miles already, you're really persistent..."

Tuoba Yu moved with the agility of a swallow, arriving behind Sikong Jin in the blink of an eye, his face still bearing that meaningful smile. "Just based on Lord Sikong's lightness skill alone, it is enough to amaze people. I really can't understand why the Sikong family would send you to guard such a declining city. This seems to be a bit of a waste of your talents."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin immediately broke into a pure and innocent smile, nodding vigorously. "Is that so? Your Excellency truly has a discerning eye for talent. My patriarch said the same thing. As the saying goes, 'Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to those who are destined for them, but first it will test their minds, strain their bones, and starve their bodies.' My patriarch is wise and farsighted, and his painstaking efforts are truly moving. I cannot help but be deeply grateful. Only someone as wise as you could understand the meaning behind this..."

Tuoba Yu narrowed his long, phoenix-shaped eyes, his gaze fixed on Sikong Jin's face. All he could see was Sikong Jin's grateful and innocent smile.

"There are many rumors circulating that Lord Sikong is merely a scholar and not proficient in martial arts..."

Tuoba Yu had previously visited the capital of Dayong and had heard of Sikong Jin, the son of General Sikong Qi. Sikong Jin did not inherit Sikong Qi's personality; he disliked military affairs and preferred literature. The Sikong family did not value him, otherwise they would not have exiled him to Malan City while Sikong Qi's body was still warm.

"That's just them spreading rumors and talking nonsense. I am both literate and skilled in martial arts, how could I possibly be just a useless scholar... Hey, what are you doing? It's very immoral to attack someone from behind, don't you know that?"

"Whether someone is both literate and skilled in martial arts, we'll find out once we try!"

A strong wind blew, and under the undulating light and shadow on the river, the blue and white shadows suddenly moved rapidly.

A clear whistling sound rang out, like the cry of a crane in a cold pond, piercing through the thin chill. The soft sword under Tuoba Yu's sleeve shot out, transforming into a silver snake that pierced and danced, aiming straight for Sikong Jin's brow. Its cold light flashed, making it almost impossible for people to open their eyes.

"What a handsome kung fu!"

Sikong Jin exclaimed in surprise, hurriedly dodged, swept her long sleeves around, and slashed with her palm, causing the peach tree beside her to shake wildly, with falling petals almost obscuring her vision.

The silver soft sword shimmered gently in the sunlight, piercing through the dense petals like a flash of aurora, and in an instant, it was aimed directly at Sikong Jin's throat.

"Your sword is truly excellent... um... excellent swordsmanship!"

Sikong Jin exclaimed in admiration and instinctively stepped back.

"Judging from your tone, it sounds like you're scolding me rather than praising me?"

"How could that be? I have always been upright and honest. I would never do anything like stabbing someone in the back or praising someone while criticizing them in disguise... Ah, don't force me to take action..."

The river wind was biting like a cold arrow, and the two combatants under the cold moon could no longer distinguish each other's figures; only silver streaks of light could be seen flowing in the moonlight.

However, it was obvious to anyone with discerning eyes that the two seemed to be using only a fraction of their strength in their fight. The man in the blue robe was relentlessly attacking, while the boy in the moon-colored robe was constantly dodging. His movements were incredibly elusive, like a ghost appearing and disappearing unpredictably, making him quite eerie.

"Lord Sikong, what school or sect do you belong to in terms of your lightness skill? How can it be so exquisite and unparalleled?"

Even Tuoba Yu found it unbelievable. Despite his extensive knowledge and understanding of various martial arts, this was the first time he had ever seen such a bizarre martial art.

Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin nodded smugly, "Of course! Fighting is an insult to civility. I will not get entangled with those barbarians. My skills must be excellent."

"Are you saying I'm a barbarian?"

"With a barbarian as handsome and dashing as you, how are those Western barbarians supposed to live? Stop fighting! I admit I can't beat you. Your martial arts are unparalleled, I'm convinced! Sir, you are so handsome and extraordinary, and your martial arts are superb, let's be friends!"

Sikong Jin leaped up, swiftly dodging the soft sword that Tuoba Yu flicked at her. She wrapped one hand around the tree trunk, turned around quickly, and floated behind her, stopping a few feet away.

"Oh?" Tuoba Yu abruptly stopped, his figure gracefully descending from the sky, instantly stopping three zhang away from Sikong Jin. He elegantly adjusted his slightly disheveled robes, a hint of interest flashing in his phoenix eyes, and smiled leisurely, "Friend?"

"Yes, sir, put down your sword and let's be friends!"

Sikong Jin raised her hand and flicked off the peach petals that had fallen on her shoulder, responding with a beaming smile.

Tuoba Yu squinted at Sikong Jin, who had a calm smile on his face. His moon-colored robe swayed in the river breeze, making his slender figure appear thin and delicate. He had an otherworldly temperament, cold and elegant. At first glance, he looked quite like a refined young nobleman. However, who would have thought that he was such a person in private?