Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 1064: The Venomous Beauty

Just when Song Qingshu was at a loss, Li Qingluo in his arms suddenly moved. She raised her hand and swept her sleeve, and Mu Wanqing felt a sharp pain in her wrist, causing her short sword to slip from her grasp and clatter to the ground.

“This must be the legendary Cold Sleeve Acupoint Strike of the Carefree Sect,” Song Qingshu thought to himself, nodding secretly. This move was indeed extremely skillful, but since Li Qingluo was heavily injured and weak, it wouldn’t cause any harm to Mu Wanqing, which was why he felt so relaxed.

Mu Wanqing was instantly stunned. In her mind, she had always thought that the other party was just a pampered noblewoman, never expecting her to possess such remarkable martial arts skills. If she had known this in advance, she would never have underestimated her and attempted to assassinate her at the Mantuo Manor multiple times.

“You are no match for me; you should let Qin Hongmian come personally,” Li Qingluo forced out her True Qi, clearly struggling, with a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

“Qin Hongmian has martial arts skills as high as yours?” Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. He suddenly felt that Duan Zhengchun was like a cow doing a handstand—impressive to the extreme, dating every woman not only beautiful but also so formidable.

Li Qingluo shook her head slightly. “I’m not very sure about that, but her nickname is the Asura Blade, so her skills shouldn’t be too bad.”

“Uh?” Song Qingshu was utterly amazed by this reasoning. It turned out that the dignified White Lotus Holy Mother judged others’ strength based on their nicknames.

“Song Lang, are you helping me or her?” Mu Wanqing finally came to her senses, realizing she still had the trump card of her lover. No matter how high Li Qingluo’s martial arts were, could she surpass Song Qingshu? Moreover, she was still injured.

“Uh, of course, I’m helping you,” Song Qingshu said without hesitation.

“Then good, kill her for me right now,” Mu Wanqing said, biting her lip.

Song Qingshu looked down at the beauty in his arms. Seeing her calm expression, he hesitated for a moment before setting her down by the flower bed and running over to pull Mu Wanqing to the side. “Wanqing, the reason I saved her is actually quite complicated.”

“What kind of complications could you have!” Mu Wanqing glared at her exaggerated figure, speaking with annoyance.

Song Qingshu felt a bit awkward; after all, he largely judged people by their appearance. If this White Lotus Holy Mother looked like a pig, would he have taken such a big risk to save her, even if her identity was useful?

However, he had a thick skin and said without blushing, “Just now you said I didn’t know her identity; in fact, you didn’t figure out her identity either.”

“Isn’t she the Lady Wang of the Mantuo Manor?” Mu Wanqing asked, puzzled.

“Cough, cough, she is indeed Lady Wang, but that’s just one of her identities. Think carefully; do you believe Lady Wang could have such high martial arts skills?” Song Qingshu hurriedly explained.

“No,” Mu Wanqing shook her head. She had actually thought it through clearly; if her mother really knew that Li Qingluo had such high martial arts, she would never have sent her to her death. Therefore, even her mother, who had known her for decades, didn’t know that Lady Wang could fight, showing how deeply the other party was hiding her true abilities.

“Because she is the Holy Mother of the White Lotus Sect,” Song Qingshu dropped a bombshell.

“What?” Mu Wanqing, who traveled the martial world, naturally knew what kind of existence the White Lotus Holy Mother was—an underworld giant on par with the leaders of the Ming Cult and the Sun Moon Holy Cult. How could someone like her be provoked?

“Wanqing, you also know the current situation of the Golden Serpent Camp and how valuable the White Lotus Holy Mother is, which is why I went to such great lengths to save her…” 

Before Song Qingshu could say more, Mu Wanqing quickly pressed her finger against his lips. “Rest assured, I am not the kind of woman who disregards the bigger picture. My personal grudges with her are minor; your important matters are what truly matters.”

Seeing the pure gaze of Mu Wanqing, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a wave of guilt, thinking that he was somewhat unworthy of her unconditional love. His heart was filled with mixed emotions as he pulled her into his embrace and said tenderly by her ear, “Wanqing, no matter if your father is the Prince of Dali or a general of the Western Xia, I will definitely marry you!”

Upon hearing these words, Mu Wanqing suddenly felt that all the grievances she had suffered were nothing compared to this moment. Instinctively, she tightened her hold on the man in front of her.

“Isn’t it disgusting to do this in broad daylight?” Li Qingluo’s voice suddenly cut in from not far away.

Mu Wanqing’s face turned bright red with embarrassment as she pushed Song Qingshu away and dashed back to her room.

Seeing her sudden display of girlishness, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but chuckle and hurriedly called out to her retreating figure, “I’ll treat her injuries first, and then I’ll come find you.” However, the only response he received was the sound of a door slamming shut.

“It seems your charm isn’t all that great,” Li Qingluo sneered from the side.

“A woman like you would never understand what romantic fun is,” Song Qingshu said, feeling quite pleased with himself. “Just a friendly reminder, I’m quite charming, so don’t accidentally fall in love with me in the future.”

“Me fall in love with you?” Li Qingluo shot him a disdainful glance. “You should take a look at yourself in the mirror.”

“I look in the mirror every day and am quite sure of my charm,” Song Qingshu replied, unfazed by her mockery. “But you, don’t get too carried away with your words.”

“Cheh!” Li Qingluo rolled her eyes and ignored him. If she had encountered a man like him on a normal day, she would have already turned him into fertilizer.

“Forget it, today I’m in a good mood, so I won’t stoop to your level,” Song Qingshu said as he stepped forward and picked her up in a princess carry.

Li Qingluo finally showed a hint of panic on her face. “What are you doing?”

“Of course, I’m going to treat your internal injuries. I don’t want to rescue a dead White Lotus Holy Mother,” Song Qingshu laughed heartily as he carried her into another room. Having learned from past experiences, he wouldn’t dare to be next to Mu Wanqing and Cheng Yaojia again. Luckily, the garden was large enough, and there were plenty of empty rooms. He specifically chose one far from Mu Wanqing’s residence.

“Thank you.” When she realized that he was genuinely treating her injuries, Li Qingluo couldn’t help but whisper a word of gratitude.

“Don’t be too quick to thank me; I’m not doing this for free,” Song Qingshu originally intended to negotiate a deal with her first. However, given that Li Qingluo was already injured and had just been forced to fight, if he didn’t treat her in time, the White Lotus Holy Mother might turn into a White Lotus Ghost Mother. So, he could only save her first.

However, Song Qingshu wasn’t a fool; he wouldn’t let her recover her powers so easily. Therefore, he only stabilized her internal injuries and planned to stop there.

But at that moment, an unexpected change occurred. Song Qingshu suddenly felt a tremendous suction force coming from within Li Qingluo, and his internal energy surged uncontrollably out.