CHAPTER 281: CHAPTER 281: THE SECOND MEETING OF THE YOUNG MASTER AND THE YOUNG MISS

Frozen for thousands of miles.

Snowflakes were falling densely, like weaving a white net, nothing could be seen beyond a few feet, only the gray background dotted with thousands of white specks.

Three Mountain Pass, within the General’s Mansion.

In this courtyard exclusively expanded for Deng Chanyu, a flash of a knife stirred up thousands of layers of goose feathers.

The swirling snow followed her every move, trailing a delicate tassel behind her, reflecting the knife light that accompanied a figure in white moving with the wind.

The wind and snow confused the eyes.

Nezha raised an eyebrow. Though he had already gone easy, Deng Chanyu’s sword skills were improving, forming a series of killing strikes around him!

Moreover, this knife.

Nezha extended his finger, the pad of his right index finger tested the blade, and instantly a drop of bright red blood rolled along the blade into the wind and snow.

"A very good knife."

Deng Chanyu snorted lightly. To her, the enemy’s praise was no different from an insult.

"Even better martial arts."

The white dress swirled with the snow.

Sword Qi swept in all directions, unparalleled.

For a moment, Nezha was captivated by her Sword Qi, couldn’t help but comprehend the Sword Intent in her hands, but he chose the wrong time—he shouldn’t have done this during a fight.

Deng Chanyu sneered coldly in her heart, and in an instant a burst of brilliance opened up before Nezha’s eyes, causing him to feel dizzy, his Primordial Spirit entranced by the light.

But he wasn’t panicked.

"Five-Colored Stone? Unfortunately, its killing power is too low."

Nezha muttered to himself, recalling Deng Chanyu’s initiating moves in his mind, dodging sidewards blindly, but this dodge was not good, as he moved right into Deng Chanyu’s stone, hitting his face.

Surviving countless battles on such a cruel battlefield, she relied on the skill of using the Five-Colored Stone to injure people.

Nezha, with his iron body, screamed as this stone hit the soft cartilage of his nose, breaking his once-high and handsome nose, causing a large amount of blood to spurt from his nostrils.

"Damn, I overestimated myself."

He held his nose, tears of pain streaming down, but with the full power of the Nine-Pattern Divine Pill, this minor injury would heal completely within a few breaths.

But for a regular cultivator, without reaching the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, a hit like this would leave them disfigured for life.

Yet, when he opened his eyes, the knife light was already before him!

The bloody smell between his nose and mouth evoked the fierceness in Nezha’s bones. After all, those who truly fought on the battlefield, how many are easy to deal with.

He opened his mouth and bit the long knife in Deng Chanyu’s hand in half!

Seeing this, Deng Chanyu broke out in a cold sweat instantly, the previous gracefulness vanished in an instant.

In just a moment of distraction, her white, delicate wrists were grabbed by Nezha.

Refusing to lose, she raised a knee towards Nezha’s groin.

The fierce wind, had it hit an ordinary mortal, without any spiritual elixir, would incapacitate them for life.

But as soon as she raised her leg, Nezha clamped it with his thighs, causing bone-cracking pain, and Deng Chanyu’s face turned pale, almost fainting.

"This move is still vicious."

Deng Chanyu reached out and bit Nezha’s hand again, her sharp teeth cutting repeatedly, but couldn’t break through those seemingly delicate hands.

Deng Chanyu almost fell into despair.

She was a Golden Core Realm cultivator, her body far stronger than a mortal, but without a treasured knife in hand, she couldn’t even break the defense of the person before her.

"Who are you!"

"Don’t you recognize me? I am Nezha." Having subdued her, Nezha breathed a sigh of relief. Deng Chanyu was far fiercer now compared to when they were younger.

"Nezha?!"

Deng Chanyu’s pupils shrank, then she looked at the boy’s handsome face in front of her, countless past scenes flashed in her mind, her cheeks reddened, and she murmured, "How could it be, you... you are taller than me now."

Seeing her calm down a bit, Nezha released her.

But as Deng Chanyu retracted her aura, the blue bricks on the ground of the courtyard started cracking from her feet, spreading in all directions, climbing up the distant courtyard wall.

Deng Chanyu had seen many powerful men.

But Nezha was different.

If it weren’t for him, Deng Chanyu knew she might never have set foot on the path of cultivation.

For this young man, who was now known far and wide, she knew he had done her a favor, but had decided long ago that if they met again, she would kill him.

But the thoughts and feelings of women are often something they themselves don’t understand. Seeing him now, she was so happy she almost wanted to bloom like a flower.

Near the New Year, unlike the small places like Chentang Pass, Three Mountain Pass was bustling with various visitors, high officials, and nobility, bringing precious gifts to visit.

Deng Jiugong mostly entertained the guests, many brought their so-called "dragons and phoenixes among men," hoping to arrange a marriage, but the girl in his family of marriageable age was willful and never came out, no matter how much her family coaxed or how much the visitors pleaded.

Deng Chanyu was not unwilling to get married.

It’s just that none of those men outside were who she wanted. Some were airheads, some like Leng An, who resembled fair-faced scholars, spoke of righteousness and morality, but had no strength to even truss up a chicken, which isn’t necessarily bad, but she simply didn’t like it.

"What are you doing here?"

Nezha smiled and said, "What, after not seeing each other for years, this young master can’t come to see you?"

"I am not someone that anyone can see whenever they want. Besides, aren’t you from Xiqi? We are enemies, on the battlefield, I’ll cut off your head for military merit."

Hearing this, Nezha said, "Rest assured, this young master was once from Xiqi, but Xiqi and the Chan Sect are all a bunch of perfidious ingrates. I have no old grievances or recent grudges with them, yet they all suddenly wanted to kill me, so I’ve deserted them."

"Really?"

"How could I lie."

Nezha saw the joy in the girl’s cold eyes, and he too felt a strange joy in his heart.

The childhood friendship, if it hasn’t drifted apart or changed after growing up, is exceedingly rare.

Such a good girl if truly, as written in the books, dictated by the Heavenly Dao, was raped by that filthy, ugly, short and shameless Earth Traveling Sun, and then after defecting to Xiqi, killed by another female general of Chengtang, it would be a real shame.

Deng Chanyu smiled and said, "If that’s the case, to celebrate your turn to the light, tonight I’ll be the host and treat you to wine, we won’t go home until we’re drunk."

Making bows, sharpening knives, are all secondary.

The real tempering is yet to come, awaiting them.

But that’s for later.

Not today.

The two sat facing each other at a small table, so small that they sat very close.

The girl widened her eyes, looking at Nezha’s features, from his eyebrows to his eyes, to his eyelashes, to his nose, to his mouth, as if trying to engrave his entire appearance into her mind.

This vividly illustrated what it means to be calm like a virgin, moving like a rabbit.

At this moment, she was truly quiet like a lady.

Nezha didn’t mind, taking the wine jug from her hand, hooked her delicate finger, filled a cup with wine, and teased, "What, were you so scared when this young master caught you earlier?"