Chapter 944: Swindle Out of His House

Plop!

A droplet of rain, as large as a pea, hit the ground, stirring up a lightly dust.

Soon, more droplets descended from the sky, landing on the trees, the ground, and the rain pavilion, creating a relentless symphony of pitter-patter.

In a moment, the entire landscape was engulfed in heavy rain, with even the distant undulating mountains veiled in a misty, dreamlike rain curtain.

Luckily, though the rain was intense, the wind was mild, and the spacious rain pavilion shielded its occupants from the storm.

Qin Qingxuan gazed at Wang Chen, a flicker of bewilderment in her star-like eyes.

She was well-acquainted with Wang Chen’s, or rather Ling Zhiyuan’s, background, including his detailed experiences after joining the Blood Guard.

Yet, the more Qin Qingxuan learned about Wang Chen, the more perplexed she became.

Before the tragic death of Ling Zhiyuan’s father, Ling Hongyun, his life was mundane and uneventful.

From a young age, he disdained martial arts in favor of literature. Despite his exceptional talent, he failed to value it, remaining a first-level martial novice into his teens, with no one believing he could ever take over the Ling family’s legacy.

Then, a calamity struck, and Ling Zhiyuan transformed overnight!

Not only did he join the Blood Guard, but his cultivation level also soared rapidly, earning him an exceptional promotion due to his merits.

The once perceived weak and easily bullied Ling Zhiyuan had even slain a Bloodthirsty Beast!

He became the youngest Baihu in the Blood Guard!

Such a transformation was already astonishing, but upon meeting Wang Chen in person, Qin Qingxuan found herself completely unable to fathom the depths of this sixteen-year-old youth.

His will was as unyielding as a rock, impenetrable and inscrutable!

Realizing her charm had no effect on Wang Chen, Qin Qingxuan felt a sense of defeat like never before.

Yet, this only fueled her determination.

Just as Qin Qingxuan resolved to conquer Wang Chen, he spoke, “It’s pouring outside. Let me brew some tea, and we can talk at leisure.”

Brew tea?

Qin Qingxuan was puzzled—what did he mean?

Then, as if by magic, Wang Chen pulled out a tea stove, teapot, tea container, and tea utensils from beneath the stone table…

Qin Qingxuan was dumbfounded.

She had arrived before Wang Chen and knew for certain there was nothing under the stone table.

Moreover, Wang Chen had dismounted without carrying any luggage.

So where did these sizable items come from?

Suppressing the urge to look under the table, Qin Qingxuan inquired, “Brother Wang, is this your tricks of storage?”

Could it be the legendary secret arts of the martial world that possess such magical capabilities?

But could the tricks of storage really achieve this?

Wang Chen smiled gently, “Just a minor skill.”

He methodically lit the charcoal and placed a pot filled with spring water on the red clay stove.

Qin Qingxuan’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she gazed for a moment before suddenly saying, “I once studied the art of tea under my master. Let me handle this, Brother Wang.”

Wang Chen nodded with a smile, “That would be wonderful.”

Having no expertise in tea art himself, he was more than happy to let her take charge.

Qin Qingxuan gracefully took over the task of brewing the tea.

Her actions were not mere words; she moved with practiced elegance and skill.

Soon, the spring water in the pot came to a boil, and Qin Qingxuan began the next steps: warming the cups, heating the teapot, shaking out the aroma, and rinsing the tea leaves. Her delicate fingers danced gracefully, creating a truly enchanting sight!

“Brother Wang, please,” she said, offering a cup of fragrant tea with both hands.

“Thank you,” Wang Chen replied, accepting the cup and drinking it in one go.

After savoring the tea, he praised, “Excellent tea, and your skill is remarkable.”

Qin Qingxuan’s tea-making surpassed his own; the same fragrant tea brewed by her was richer and more aromatic.

Moreover, the tea carried a subtle hint of feminine fragrance, leaving a lingering and unforgettable impression.

Qin Qingxuan smiled softly, her charming cheeks dimpling slightly.

After finishing three cups of tea, Wang Chen still felt unsatisfied and said, “Miss Qin, now that we’ve enjoyed the tea, please speak your mind.”

Qin Qingxuan paused thoughtfully.

She had begun to understand Wang Chen’s character and asked, “Brother Wang, how much do you know about the traitors?”

“Traitors?”

Wang Chen set down his teacup, looking at Qin Qingxuan with a peculiar expression. “Miss Qin, I am a member of the Blood Guard!”

The Blood Guard were sworn enemies of the traitors, and any association with them would result in severe consequences, possibly even execution.

“I am aware,” Qin Qingxuan replied, her gaze drifting toward the distant mountains, her eyes tinged with melancholy. “The world sees the traitors as a scourge, yet few realize that these so-called traitors are also individuals who care deeply for the world and its people.”

“The Yuhua Sword Sect remains hidden in times of peace but emerges in times of chaos, wielding a single sword to aid those who seek to change the world and save humanity.”

Wang Chen chuckled, “So, have you found such a person yet?”

“The Great Liang has lost its virtue, its fortune is waning, and chaos brews in the heavens as dragons and serpents rise from the earth!”

Qin Qingxuan spoke in a deep voice, “Though I have not yet found them, the traitors have already claimed one-third of Great Liang’s fortune. The time for transformation is near.”

She fixed her gaze on Wang Chen, her expression solemn. “Brother Wang, I sense that you carry great fortune. If you can harness the power of the traitors, you may ascend from a Python to a dragon!”

Had these words been spoken publicly, the Great Liang court would have been enraged, and Wang Chen would have faced dire consequences.

The concepts of fortune and transformation were not meant for ordinary individuals.

Yet Qin Qingxuan’s bold words carried a magnetic force, stirring one’s spirit with their passion.

Few young men in this world could resist the allure of becoming the chosen one.

However, Wang Chen found it all rather amusing. “Miss Qin, so you’re suggesting I abandon the righteous path and become a spy for the traitors?”

Qin Qingxuan was momentarily at a loss for words.

No matter how eloquently she spoke or how fervently she expressed herself, her words ultimately aligned with Wang Chen’s interpretation.

In Qin Qingxuan’s eyes, someone like Wang Chen was ideally suited to pave the way for a true savior, dedicating his fortune and even his life to the cause.

After all, Wang Chen possessed fortune but lacked the essence of transformation; at best, he was destined to be a General.

To put it bluntly, what chance was there for Wang Chen to side with the traitors?

Qin Qingxuan shook her head, “Brother Wang, you misunderstand…”

“Enough,” Wang Chen interrupted, his interest waning. “After all this, you’re just trying to swindle me out of my house without offering any benefits, expecting me to become a spy for the traitors. How could you even suggest such a thing?”

Qin Qingxuan’s cheeks flushed again. “Brother Wang, do you realize the danger you’re in?”

“Are you referring to the Qianlong Society?”

Wang Chen laughed. “The Qianlong Society has attempted to assassinate me twice. They say they follow a rule of three—this third attempt will surely involve a true master.”

“I suspect it will be a fifth level martial sect master!”

“And you’re here to tell me you have a way to help me deal with this, aren’t you?”

Qin Qingxuan was left speechless.