HSSB41: What a valiant girl

After following Meng Wan’s trail for a period of time, they realised that they had lost her.

While Yan Zhaoge was a little sorry about this, he still wasn’t too upset by it.

Yet, not long after, his underlings sent over the news that they had once again discovered Meng Wan’s whereabouts.

Yan Zhaoge and the others did not stop to think too much about it, once again setting off in their pursuit. Still, a few mountains later and some distance away, all traces of the girl had once again disappeared.

“Something’s up.” Having found this repetitive pattern suspicious, Yan Zhaoge said as he stopped walking, a deep look within his eyes.

One of the black-clothed Martial Scholars beside him nodded, “It seems like we’re being baited and led somewhere.”

Looking at the lofty, majestic mountains that loomed ahead, Yan Zhaoge mused, “An ambush? Doesn’t seem like it; on our way here, we’ve passed by many suitable ambush locations already.”

After considering for a moment, a hint of a smile surfaced at the corner of his mouth, “Well, let’s go see what you’re up to then.”

He waved his hand, indicating for the group to break up, and the many black-clothed martial practitioners immediately scattered without a sound as they merged into the dense forest.

In the meantime, Yan Zhaoge continued on his journey through the mountains and the forests.

A while later, a black-clothed martial practitioner suddenly returned, reporting, “Young Master, near a valley about a kilometer east of here, disciples of the Sacred Sun Clan have been spotted.”

As Yan Zhaoge looked at him for confirmation, the black-clothed martial practitioner nodded, “They’re all young disciples of the Body Refinement Realm, the very ones who accompanied Chao Yuanlong into the Sealing Dragon Abyss previously.”

“Let’s have a look,” Yan Zhaoge began heading east.

Hiding their movements, Yan Zhaoge’s group stealthily and noiselessly made their way to the vicinity of the valley. They ascended one of the mountain peaks on the side, then looked into the valley.

What they saw was that at this current moment, within the valley, there was already a confrontation taking place.

On one side was a group of three people all dressed in white robes, with the emblem of a sun tattooed on their red-bordered sleeves. They were exactly the disciples of the Sacred Sun Clan.

The three gazes were all focused on a single person. Fanned out loosely, they vaguely looked as though they could surround the other party at a moment’s notice.

The other party, currently in a stand-off with them, was actually a teenage girl.

White clothes, black sword, her long, beautiful hair cascading behind her like a waterfall.

Beside the teenage girl squatted a tiny, black little hound, currently staring with a face full of caution at the three Sacred Sun Clan disciples who currently had its master surrounded.

Yan Zhaoge’s line of vision fell into the short sword within the teenage girl’s hand.

Jet-black as ink, under the bright rays of the sun, it actually didn’t cause the reflection of any light whatsoever. It was as if it was not a metallic? object, but was, rather, black charcoal.

Even from such a long distance away, Yan Zhaoge could still feel the sharpness emanated by that pitch-black sword, as it sent a chill flowing throughout his entire body.

The teenage girl kept a firm grasp on the short sword within her hands, not moving an inch.

While she was garbed in white, her attire differed from what one was usually seen on disciples of the Sacred Sun Clan.

However, looking at the stance with which she held her sword, Yan Zhaoge’s eyebrows twitched.

“Ah, West-Tilting Heaven Incinerating Blade…”

Alongside the Heaven Striking Palm and the Sunset Thousand Illusionary Palms, the West-Tilting Heaven Incinerating Blade was one of the Seven Great Sun Arts that were only passed down amongst their direct lineage disciples. Its strength was similarly renowned throughout the entire Eight Extremities World.

This white-clothed girl, was obviously also from the Sacred Sun Clan by birth.

“Did she learn it sneakily and is therefore being pursued; or is this due to fragmentation within the clan itself?”

Feeling a bit interested, Yan Zhaoge got his black-clothed men to scatter, some of them continuing the search for Meng Wan, while others kept vigilant watch outside the valley.

Currently, the gazes of those three Sacred Sun Clan disciples were all locked on the white-clothed teenage girl.

One of them, a slightly older-looking youth, began to speak, “Junior apprentice-sister Feng, we are all just assisting senior apprentice-brother Xiao. Apologies if we’ve offended you.”

The white-clothed teenage girl laughed, “However much talk, it’s all useless. Looks like you have no intention of letting me pass. In the end, it’ll all still depend on whose trump cards turn out to be stronger in a real contest of strength.”

Resembling bullets being shot out consecutively from the barrel of a gun, the girl’s words flowed out at an extremely high rate, yet cut down as cleanly as a knife, as every single one of then was conveyed across perfectly clearly.

While being encircled by strong enemies, her expression did not