Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 1063: It’s Actually Her!

However, over the years, Song Qingshu had interacted with many beautiful women—gentle, fiery, cold as ice, and passionate, each with their own characteristics. Therefore, he not only didn’t take the other party’s attitude to heart but found it particularly amusing: “Since you’ve been through so many storms, why are you still spitting blood?” 

“Knowing the other party’s tricks is one thing; whether or not to spit blood is another,” the White Lotus Holy Mother replied coldly.

Song Qingshu laughed, “You’re just being stubborn. I just checked your condition; it’s already a mess inside, relying solely on a single breath of Qi to hold on. If you spit that blood, your True Qi will leak out. If I let go of you, you won’t be able to take three steps before fainting.” 

“Hmph, let me go and see if I can walk by myself!” The White Lotus Holy Mother was also a stubborn person, saying this while pushing him away.

Song Qingshu shrugged, “Alright, you can walk by yourself then.” After saying that, he really let go of her. 

Without his support, the White Lotus Holy Mother swayed a bit, but she gritted her teeth, forced herself to steady her body, and then took a step forward, coldly huffing, “One!” 

“That’s just the first step,” Song Qingshu said with a smile.

“Two!” The White Lotus Holy Mother took another step forward, turning back to glance at him with a hint of pride. 

Song Qingshu wasn’t in a hurry; he gestured for her to continue. 

“Three!” The White Lotus Holy Mother stepped forward without hesitation, but before she could feel proud, her expression suddenly changed as she looked deeply at him, “Alright, you win.” 

As soon as she finished speaking, her entire body went limp and fell to the ground. 

Song Qingshu was already prepared and quickly caught her, shaking his head with a wry smile, “What was the point of that? Being stubborn now only worsens your internal injuries.”

The White Lotus Holy Mother’s beautiful eyes seemed to flutter between being open and closed, her moist red lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something, but at this moment, she was too weak to speak, lacking even the strength to talk. 

“Let’s talk later; those two old lechers are about to catch up,” he said. They had delayed for a moment, and Taoist Baishang and the Master of the Vajra Sect were gradually closing in; Song Qingshu had already sensed their presence.

“Where are you taking me?” The White Lotus Holy Mother finally gathered a bit of strength, grabbing onto Song Qingshu’s collar with both hands, asking weakly. 

“To a safe place,” Song Qingshu replied with a slight smile, then picked her up by the bend of her legs and disappeared from the spot.

A moment later, Taoist Baishang and the Master of the Vajra Sect appeared at the same location. 

“Strange, given her internal injuries, she should have collapsed by now. Are we chasing the wrong direction?” Taoist Baishang said, puzzled.

The Master of the Vajra Sect took a deep breath, revealing a look of intoxication: “There’s no mistake about the direction; I can already smell that intoxicating scent from her that makes the blood boil.” 

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s hurry and chase!” Just thinking about her curvaceous figure made Taoist Baishang feel a heat in his lower abdomen, instantly feeling like an old tree in spring.

“Wait!” The Master of the Vajra Sect grabbed him, his face looking somewhat grim. 

“What are we waiting for?” Taoist Baishang asked, confused. 

“Besides the scent of the White Lotus Holy Mother, there’s also the scent of a man here,” the Master of the Vajra Sect said, his expression serious.

“A man?” Taoist Baishang was taken aback, then burst into laughter, “It’s probably someone from the White Lotus Sect coming to rescue her. With the two of us working together, are we still afraid of him?” 

The Master of the Vajra Sect shook his head gravely, pointing to the ground, “Old fool, can’t you see there are no footprints at all?

“Taoist Baishang followed where he pointed, checking for dozens of meters, and indeed, there seemed to be no traces on the ground. He couldn’t help but exclaim, “No footprints in the sand?”

“The other party carried the severely injured White Lotus Holy Mother, and surprisingly, they executed their Qinggong without leaving a single footprint. Clearly, their Qinggong is far superior to ours. Even if we wanted to chase them, we wouldn’t be able to catch up. Moreover, even if we did catch up, we probably wouldn’t be their match,” sighed the Master of the Vajra Sect.

Taoist Baishang looked skeptical, “Is there really someone this powerful in the world?”

The Master of the Vajra Sect chuckled, “Have you forgotten that night with that infamous thief?”

Taoist Baishang was suddenly startled into silence.

“Let’s go back. We wouldn’t want to capsize in the gutter later,” the Master of the Vajra Sect said solemnly.

“A cautious ship sails for ten thousand years,” Taoist Baishang nodded in agreement, though he couldn’t hide his frustration, “Damn it, we worked hard for half a day, only to end up making a wedding dress for someone else!”

Thinking of the enchanting figure of the White Lotus Holy Mother, the Master of the Vajra Sect felt the same way: “I wonder who that scoundrel is that got to benefit from her!”

“Achoo!” Song Qingshu sneezed heavily, feeling inexplicably puzzled. With his current martial arts skills, he was immune to the cold and heat, so why was he sneezing?

The White Lotus Holy Mother, who had fallen into a deep sleep due to her weakness, was awakened by his sneeze. She curiously looked around, asking, “Where is this place?”

“A safe place,” Song Qingshu replied with a slight smile, not providing further explanation.In fact, he was also hesitant about where to take her. Initially, he planned to bring her to Jiao Wan’er, but he didn’t want the hidden scouts of the Golden Serpent Camp to be fully aware of the White Lotus Sect’s movements. He also didn’t want to neglect Mu Wanqing for saving her, so he decided to take her back to his current residence. 

Although he needed to hide his identity as Tang Kuo Bian, he was, after all, a person from the Jin Dynasty, and information didn’t flow freely to the Southern Song side. Therefore, it was unlikely that the White Lotus Holy Mother would know that Tang Kuo Bian was skilled in martial arts. Moreover, given her current severe injuries, as long as he was careful, he could even keep her from knowing his true identity.

“Playing tricks!” The White Lotus Holy Mother pouted, glancing around. 

Unfortunately, with her experience in the martial world, she couldn’t tell where they were, so she decided to go with the flow. After all, this big bearded man, while mysterious, seemed to harbor no ill intentions so far.

Mu Wanqing was sulking in her room out of boredom when she suddenly heard movement outside the door. Knowing that Song Qingshu had returned, her frown instantly vanished, and she hurriedly ran outside to greet him. However, when she saw him holding a woman in his arms, her smile froze.

“How could you do this!” Mu Wanqing stomped her foot, tears of grievance welling up in her eyes. She thought to herself that she was already feeling suffocated because of Cheng Yaojia’s matter, and now he went out once and brought another woman back.

“It seems this is not the safe place you mentioned,” the White Lotus Holy Mother raised her head, looking at Song Qingshu with schadenfreude. Given her martial prowess and status, she naturally looked down on competing with a young girl for affection. Thus, even though she found Mu Wanqing’s voice somewhat familiar, she had no interest in looking at her.

Unexpectedly, Mu Wanqing stared wide-eyed at her: “So it’s you!”

As soon as Mu Wanqing finished speaking, she let out a delicate shout and drew her short sword, aiming it at the White Lotus Holy Mother.

Song Qingshu was utterly confused, but since the White Lotus Holy Mother was severely injured, he couldn’t just stand by. He quickly shielded her from Mu Wanqing’s deadly strike, and seeing that she intended to continue attacking, he hurriedly asked, “Wanqing, what are you doing?”

Mu Wanqing pointed her sword at the woman in his arms: “Do you know who she is?”

“I know… I think,” Song Qingshu replied uncertainly. He really couldn’t understand what grievance there could be between Mu Wanqing and the White Lotus Holy Mother. In terms of martial skills and influence, the two were clearly not on the same level.

“Since you know, why are you helping her!” Because of previous events, Mu Wanqing already felt extremely wronged. Now, seeing Song Qingshu choose to help her arch-rival, she suddenly felt utterly hopeless.

Noticing Mu Wanqing’s obviously wrong expression, Song Qingshu hurriedly said, “Wanqing, listen to me. I originally thought I knew who she was, but from your reaction, it’s clear that my previous judgment was wrong, so I probably don’t know who she is.”  

“It seems you’re quite nervous about your little lover,” the White Lotus Holy Mother chuckled lightly, seeing him mumble a lot like he was reciting a tongue twister. She had naturally recognized Mu Wanqing by now, but what puzzled her was how Mu Wanqing could be entangled with a person from the Jin Dynasty.  

Mu Wanqing was also confused by that long speech, but she could feel that Song Qingshu was still worried about her, which calmed her mood somewhat. At the same time, she was worried that her beloved was being deceived, so she hurriedly said, “She is the Lady Wang that I’ve always wanted to kill!”  

“Lady Wang?” Song Qingshu’s mind froze for a few seconds before he realized who this Lady Wang was, and he looked at the woman in his arms in surprise, “You are Li Qingluo?”  

He couldn’t help but be shocked. Li Qingluo was the daughter of Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui, who later married into the Gusu Wang family but was seduced by the King of Dali, Duan Zhengchun, ultimately giving birth to an illegitimate daughter who became Duan Yu’s fairy sister—Wang Yuyan.  

“How do you know my full name?” The White Lotus Holy Mother looked at him in surprise, clearly acknowledging her identity.  

“I know a lot of things,” Song Qingshu said, though deep down he was already in shock. How could the White Lotus Holy Mother be Li Qingluo? 

In the original story, Li Qingluo was just a woman who turned to hatred because of love, frequently killing men for her own gain. Her greatest wish was to be with Duan Zhengchun, and theoretically, she shouldn’t be very skilled in martial arts. How could she escape from the combined attacks of the four top experts: the Master of the Vajra Sect, Taoist Baishang, and the Two Xuanming Elders?  

However, Song Qingshu was ultimately a traveler from another world, and he quickly accepted this fact. It seemed that due to his arrival, the butterfly effect in this magical world was indeed quite powerful.  

Seeing that Song Qingshu truly did not know her real identity, Mu Wanqing instantly forgave him: “Song Lang, quickly move aside, let me finish off this shameless woman with one sword.” 

Mu Wanqing’s personality was like a flame wrapped in ice; she dared to love and hate, and her emotions came and went swiftly. Just a moment ago, she wanted to sever ties with Song Qingshu, but the next moment, her heart was filled with deep affection.  

“You’ve come to Mantuo Manor to kill me time and again; it must be that b!tch Qin Hongmian who instructed you, right?” Li Qingluo asked coldly.  

“You must not insult my mother!” Mu Wanqing shouted in anger, thrusting her sword toward Li Qingluo’s chest.  

Song Qingshu suddenly felt overwhelmed. 

Naturally, he didn’t want Li Qingluo to die like this, but he was even less willing to let an outsider ruin his relationship with Mu Wanqing.