Chapter 91: Into a Martial Arts Novel, Day 13

Chapter 91: The Thirteenth Day of Transmigrating into a Martial Arts Novel

Everyone's mood was complicated as they began a thorough search of the stone cave.

Apart from some simple household items, they eventually found only a few yellowed pages in an inconspicuous corner.

These were densely covered with elegant yet sometimes messy and frantic handwriting, seemingly the insights and reflections from Heroine Liu's daily practice, including some exquisite but ultimately extreme martial arts theories.

"This must be the treasure Senior Liu depended on..."

A martial artist held the few pages and sighed, "To be able to cultivate such martial arts, these insights are truly priceless!"

Everyone crowded around to look, all feeling they had gained a lot.

Their glances frequently drifted toward An Yi, clearly indicating he was the strongest in martial arts among them, and that he had ultimately subdued Heroine Liu, so these items should be at his disposal.

An Yi just glanced casually at the few pages. He had already obtained the secret manual and had mentally scanned these insights earlier, so he waved his hand and said, "Feel free to do whatever you want with them."

Upon hearing this, everyone was both surprised and delighted, deeply admiring An Yi's generosity. They immediately began discussing how to copy and share them.

After thinking it over, they felt it made sense—this Young Master An's martial arts were far superior to Heroine Liu's, so naturally he had no need for these.

An Yi turned and noticed that Ling Fengyao had no interest in them either, merely wandering around the stone cave without copying anything.

He seemed more interested in the cave itself than in the insights.

After bringing Heroine Liu's body back to the surface, Lord Li learned the full story and was filled with regret and guilt, tears streaming down his old face. He repeatedly vowed to give Heroine Liu a lavish burial, with all funeral arrangements borne by the Li family, and offered the generous reward he had prepared beforehand.

The injured martial artists naturally stayed at the Li residence to recuperate before leaving once healed.

With the matter resolved, Lord Li repeatedly urged An Yi and Ling Fengyao to stay for a meal, but Ling Fengyao cheerfully declined, saying they had "other important business and couldn't stay long."

An Yi naturally had no objection.

Yan Yu looked at An Yi and Ling Fengyao beside him, feeling a bit embarrassed that he had earlier mistakenly believed An Yi was being coerced by Ling Fengyao.

He hesitated for a moment before quickly catching up to the two who had already left the Li residence.

The sun cast long shadows behind the three of them.

"Gentlemen, please wait!" Yan Yu's voice rang out behind An Yi and the other.

An Yi turned to see Yan Yu hurrying up.

Yan Yu cleared his throat, cupping his fists in salute at An Yi and Ling Fengyao, his face slightly flushed, "Young Hero An, Young Hero Ling, just now... I was rude and made unwarranted assumptions."

He was referring to the events before entering the Li residence.

He paused, as if mustering great resolve, his gaze shifting between the two with the straightforwardness of a wanderer, and blurted out, "Forgive my impertinence, but are you two... a couple?"

"Uh... people of the jianghu don't stand on ceremony!"

Ling Fengyao was drinking from his gourd and nearly choked, coughing violently, his eyes widening a bit.

An Yi was also slightly taken aback, not expecting this seemingly proper Skyward Sect disciple to ask so directly.

After recovering his breath, Ling Fengyao quickly waved his hand, but a teasing smile played at the corner of his mouth as he glanced at An Yi, "Young Hero Yan, you've misunderstood! Ayi and I are merely like-minded friends traveling the jianghu together. It's all perfectly innocent, right, Ayi?"

He said "Ayi" with particular sweetness.

An Yi gave him a faint glance and said to Yan Yu, "It's nothing like that."

He paused, "Why would you think so?"

Seeing their denial, Yan Yu realized his impropriety and his face grew even hotter, quickly saying, "I was out of line!"

Hearing An Yi's question, he immediately answered, "I noticed that Young Hero Ling seems to be rather... intimate with Young Hero An."

An Yi: "..."

Ling Fengyao: "..."

Was that so?

He didn't see it that way. He was just being genuine!

Seeing the two silent, Yan Yu paused and asked curiously, "May I ask where you two plan to go next?"

A mischievous glint appeared in Ling Fengyao's eyes, and he smiled, "The jianghu is vast, so we'll just wander. Perhaps... go see the misty rain in Jiangnan?"

Yan Yu's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "To be honest, I'm on a training journey down the mountain and don't know where to go either. Could I... travel with you two? We could look out for each other."

As he spoke, his gaze was mainly on An Yi, clearly impressed by and trusting in An Yi's martial arts and character.

Ling Fengyao raised an eyebrow, looked at An Yi, and drawled, "Ayi, what do you think? It's up to you."

"An extra person would make things more fun, right?"

An Yi looked at Yan Yu's sincere and expectant face, then glanced at Ling Fengyao, who was smiling like a fox, and he nodded slightly, speaking in a gentle tone.

That meant he agreed.

Yan Yu's face lit up, "Then it's settled! Young Hero An, Young Hero Ling, I look forward to traveling with you!"

Ling Fengyao: "..."

How did he just agree?!

Comments:

"Is the main group adding another person?"

"Probably!"

"That's what it's like to travel the jianghu!"

"A few good friends, a bottle of fine wine~"

"Adding another person is good, otherwise I'd always suspect the male lead and An Yi are going to hook up!"

"Adding a person doesn't stop them from hooking up!!"

"I really can't with this..."

"..."

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Setting out from Xunyang City, the journey south to Jiangnan seemed to acquire a different flavor with Yan Yu's addition.

Three people on three horses rode side by side, their hooves treading the official road, kicking up fine dust as they merged into the stream of travelers heading north and south.

Ling Fengyao remained as unrestrained and carefree as ever, his indigo homespun robe and vermilion wine flask always with him, his teasing banter hovering around him constantly.

He seemed born to be this way, like a free wind, unbound and untethered.

God knows where he manages to find so many sets of clothes in the same color; if An Yi hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he might have thought Ling Fengyao hadn't changed his clothes in months.

Yan Yu, on the other hand, was much more disciplined and steady—his martial attire immaculate, his posture on horseback as upright as a pine, his words and demeanor carrying the propriety and sincerity typical of a disciple from a prestigious and orthodox sect.

It was only occasionally, when he gazed at the passing scenery or heard tales from the martial world, that his eyes would reveal a young person's natural curiosity and focus.

As for An Yi, he remained as ever.

His robes were spotless, and his refined, handsome face bore a faint smile, which somehow softened the inherent beauty of his features. All the clamor around him—Ling Fengyao's laughter, Yan Yu's earnestness—seemed like nothing more than fleeting shadows passing by as he strolled leisurely.

His otherworldly aura was not a deliberate aloofness, but rather a calmness and clarity that seemed to originate from the depths of his soul, born from weathering many storms.

He had a gentle nature that naturally conveyed an unspoken sense of superiority, yet strangely, it didn't make others feel looked down on. Instead, it inspired admiration and a desire to draw near and explore.

Anyway, Ling Fengyao and Yan Yu were always like this—before long, their words and their gazes would inevitably turn to An Yi.