Chapter 438: Chapter 212: Refusing to Acknowledge, Suspected Old Acquaintance Returns (Part 2)
"Nonsense! Let’s not talk about where your friend came from, or whether she can eliminate the Insect Race; just when she appeared is already..." As he was speaking, the person suddenly raised his hand and pulled Yongping from Gu Ningzhi’s hand. The blade sliced through the air and suddenly clashed with another, emitting a crisp buzzing sound. Seeing this scene, the three were stunned...
The strange woman and Gu Ningzhi were shocked that a living person appeared in a previously empty space, while Su Jiameng, who was transported here, was stunned when she saw the blade clashing with her own Cross Saber... Is this...
"Yongping?" Su Jiameng exclaimed in surprise. The opponent didn’t give her time to react as the cold light attacked again. She blocked it with "Xihe," skillfully redirecting Yongping’s blade to the side, then swiftly struck the opponent’s wrist’s pressure point.
Yongping slipped from their grasp, landing upright on the ground a meter away. The blade trembled slightly, the soft buzzing still resonating.
"How do you know the name of this sword?" The woman frowned slightly, staring at Su Jiameng’s face. This face bore some resemblance to someone in her memories before they were disfigured, easily confusable at first glance. But she quickly sobered up, her eyes cold like a snake’s, fixated on her opponent, "And... when did you appear here?"
"Let’s put those questions aside for now. How did Yongping get into your hands!" Su Jiameng glanced at an inconspicuous mark on Yongping’s blade, her heart tightening. The Cross Saber had that style, and the chance of two blades looking alike was high. But even if they were identical, they wouldn’t have such identical small details! Carved on the blade was clearly her enlistment number from back then!
Hearing Su Jiameng’s question, the woman suddenly realized, pressing her dry lips together, her hand clenched tensely under the cloak. Since they weren’t on Qiming Star and far from the Human Alliance, she utterly abandoned concealing her telekinesis waves...
Recognizing Yongping, possessing telekinesis abilities, resembling that person in looks, similar skills... a terrifying thought sprouted in her mind, making her want to turn and run. But she knew she couldn’t run now! If she did, she’d expose herself. In any case, the battlefield savvy Mr. Su isn’t someone without a brain... right, Su Jiameng?
Su Jiameng looked at this person, fragmented scenes flashed across her mind. Looking at this frail figure, she couldn’t help but think of someone she hadn’t thought of in decades. But that person just looked pale due to natural anemia, unlike this person before her, who exuded a gloomy and corrupt aura, as if they’d lost the will to live.
"This sword... I happened to pick it up from some Mecha wreckage," the strange woman said slowly, while Gu Ningzhi widened his eyes slightly. He quickly realized that the other party was deceiving Su Jiameng!
According to her previous statement, she was clearly familiar with the previous owner of Cross Saber Eternal Peace, but now she claimed she’d picked it up. Why lie, or was she just lying to Su Jiameng? How could Su Jiameng recognize the sword named Yongping at a glance? And how did this woman get here from the distant Qiming Star?
"Picked it up?" Su Jiameng frowned, doubting this explanation, "You think I’d believe that?"
The strange woman knew this wouldn’t dispel the other party’s doubts, but she had one reason that would undoubtedly convince Su Jiameng, "Hmm, I even found the sword’s owner within the Mecha wreckage, he seemed to be called Han Yeming..."
Han... Yeming? Su Jiameng almost lost her grip on Xihe upon hearing that name. How many years had it been since she heard it? A childhood friend and comrade she once entrusted with her life, who became a stranger when they parted ways? She vaguely recalled news from her past life, that after she forgot to bring Yongping out, this sword seemed to end up in Han Yeming’s hands...
If this person wasn’t lying... it seems Han Yeming inexplicably came to this world too?
"He was thoroughly dead, his body seemed chewed by something, it was a horrible death..." The strange woman recounted flatly, then asked, "Since you can call out this sword’s name, do you know this Han Yeming?"
"I don’t know him!" Su Jiameng retorted without thinking, then realized her tone and attitude were too harsh, so she softened it, saying, "I know Yongping, it was a chance encounter. Seeing it here again was naturally surprising..."
Gu Ningzhi watched as these two women deceived each other, inexplicably feeling like he was excluded from another world.
"I’m Gong Yulu..." Formerly number 336073, "Nice to meet you, what is your name?"
"Su Jiameng." She extended her hand, the other’s hand was shockingly cold, weak and small, her exposed arm covered in numerous needle marks and slight bruises, "Are you... Yongping’s current owner?"
"Yes." The opponent resisted the urge to withdraw her hand, "It’s a very interesting sword, if not for it, I might have died here."
Su Jiameng nodded inconsequentially, then turned to Gu Ningzhi, asking, "Did you bring me here for this person?"
The "Mother Tree," which had grown to an Insect General level nearing an Insect General, was indeed troublesome. Luckily, Yongping was here, or else these two, lingering in the Subtree surrounded territory, would be courting death. At least they couldn’t leisurely sit and watch the scenery like this.
"Uh... though I’m not sure if it’s Insect Race, the habits are strikingly similar to the ones you mentioned." Gu Ningzhi paused, hiding Gong Yulu’s earlier slip, playfully winking at her.
"It is Insect Race, and a highly valuable one. This time you’ve hit the jackpot..." Su Jiameng oriented herself, drew Xihe, and said to the two, "Wait here, I’ll deal with this thing first!" (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, we welcome you to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
