Chapter 689: Chapter 361: The Flower Thief Confesses, Where Is Li Xian, The Jade Girl’s Fury, Defying My Will
The ship’s structure was remarkably high, with flags waving proudly, imposing and majestic, smoothly approaching. Ye Cheng and others wanted to look up, but heard a shout from the front: "Prisoners, do not gaze around, lower your heads quickly."
The voice belonged to a young man, noble in demeanor, full of vigor. His voice was as thunderous, containing the wondrous Ethereal Immortal Sound and Chest Drum Thunder Sound. He was Nangong Xuanming. Ye Cheng, Han Zisha, Meng Han, Zhou Zhengde, Di Yilong, Liu Renyi... the elders felt extremely humiliated, their clothes tattered, with the lake wind biting cold into their hearts. But they had already bound their hands and feet according to the order, shaved their black hair, stripped off their clothing. Unable to resist further, they obeyed the shout, bowed their heads submissively, waiting for punishment.
On the eastern shore, hundreds of disciples knelt naked. Their heads were shaved, and guilt plaques hung around their necks. Only the sound of waves crashing was heard, quietly waiting for the ship to dock.
The torment was prolonged.
This was an official vessel temporarily rented for use. On the ship were: Zhao Ranran, Nangong Xuanming, Bian Bianyun, Bian Chengfeng, Taishu Yuzhu, Su Lanfeng, Bian Qiaoqiao as the leaders. Local heroes also accompanied them.
Zhao Ranran was at the helm, slightly older than Bian Qiaoqiao, her posture graceful and ethereal, colorful satin swirling around her. Her face hidden behind misty gauze, though difficult to see her features, her demeanor was described as unparalleled. A divine bird accompanied her, sunlight and moonlight flowed around her. Arriving with the morning light, riding the wind and floating. She was indescribable.
Bian Qiaoqiao shook her fists and said: "Sister Ran, you truly helped me vent a great deal of anger!" Zhao Ranran’s voice was mild: "The Flower Thief committed evil, and should be punished."
Bian Qiaoqiao said: "You don’t know how terrible they are, but they are cowardly and timid. They are quite amusing kneeling bald on the shore. But they are filthy, wouldn’t that taint Sister Ran’s eyes?"
Zhao Ranran casually said: "These ordinary people and things, forgotten at a glance, what stain?" Meaning to say, though they try to stain her eyes, those Flower Thieves are unqualified.
The official vessel slowly approached. Bian Qiaoqiao gazed at the Water Altar, thinking: "That group of bandits wanted to transport me to this place back then. Sister Liuli, that day you risked your life to save me, thanks to you, I escaped to heaven. Now, I finally come to rescue you. It’s been so long, I wonder... wonder if you’ve been wronged. Damn Flower Thieves, if you were wronged, I will definitely help you vent your anger!"
She watched the Flower Thieves bow their heads in welcome, her thoughts drifting, recalling recent events.
And speaking of Bian Qiaoqiao jumping ship to escape that day, she was rescued by a fisherman, escaping from Dongran Lake. Grateful for Nangong Liuli risking her life to save her, she decided to return to her sect for reinforcements. She dried her clothes by the fire on the shore, then set off back to her sect.
She was new to Jianghu, experiencing much hardship along the way. She had no silver, no food supplies. Though her Martial Arts were good, she disdained robbing, making it difficult to divide wealth naturally. After traveling for days, starving, sweating profusely, reluctant to exchange clothes.
Traveling was easy, but returning was extremely difficult. Daoxuan Mountain was located at "Wang He Dao," while this was "Yu Nan Dao," the two paths were not connected, separated by "Guan Long Dao." The journey was far, she didn’t know how to proceed, muttering: "I traveled along the route, the route was all dictated by Sister Liuli. Why didn’t I remember it? Such a vast world, how can I return to Daoxuan Mountain? Oh... it turns out walking Jianghu is so difficult. It’s not just about playing around, wandering, fighting evil."
More like a startled bird, everyone seemed like a Flower Thief. Muttering: "If I fall for the Flower Thief’s tricks again, get captured and taken back, that would be terrible." Hesitating for days, like a headless fly, finally gritting her teeth, heading north stubbornly.
Wandering aimlessly for ten to twenty days. During this time, eating, clothing, lodging, and transportation became extremely difficult for lack of money; sleeping in the wild at night, eating wild vegetables and fruits, wanting to catch wild rabbits or wild boars, though she could easily kill them, but didn’t know to skin them or remove the guts. Throwing the whole beast into the fire, scorching it alive to cook.
The meat was foul and bitter or turned to charcoal when grilled, barely edible. So she never ate it again, luckily the clothes and boots were made of special material, not easy to wear out or damage. Every day, she just washed them once, cleaned the sweat and dirt, wore them again the next day to continue the journey.
She walked aimlessly, unaware of where she was. But noticed the folk customs gradually changing, the climate slowly transitioning into autumn. Though inexperienced, with precedent, she dared not trust anyone, coupled with her considerable Martial Arts skills, she hadn’t encountered danger.
One day, she came across a business caravan heading north. Bian Qiaoqiao thought: "I have nothing else to do, following them is harmless." So she voluntarily followed the caravan. After walking a few miles, the caravan guards noticed her presence and immediately surrounded her.
Bian Qiaoqiao thought she encountered Flower Thieves again, fought back fiercely, knocking all guards to their knees. Proudly, she saw the merchants crying aloud, begging for mercy, saying: "Heroine spare us, please spare us, if you like these goods, feel free to take them, just don’t take our lives. Take the money, just don’t harm us!"
Bian Qiaoqiao was taken aback, raising an eyebrow and asking: "Bah, slandering me, why would I kill you? And why would I rob or harm you, do I care for such things? Clearly, you came to trouble me, can’t I fight back?"
The merchant replied: "Yes, yes, you’re right, you’re right, then just treat us as farts, let us go!"
Bian Qiaoqiao stood with her sword, jumped on a branch, crossing her legs. Her long braids lightly swayed, her appearance delicate and charming, saying: "Clarify your words, it’s all muddled, making me quite confused."
The merchant realized, noticing Bian Qiaoqiao unlike a fierce robber, cautiously asked: "Could it be the heroine isn’t... isn’t interested in these jewels?" Bian Qiaoqiao shook her head and said: "I like these things too, but I won’t take them by force."
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