Chapter 15: No coincidences, no stories

Panshi Town, an open-air noodle stall on a remote street corner.

After another bowl of steaming hot scallion oil noodles, Yang Che put down his chopsticks and licked his lips with a satisfied look.

But when he thought that Wumen was still offering a reward for him, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

He wanted to find a sect to cultivate immortals, but he didn't have any clues.

Yang Che thought that if Wei Lao's letter could really make him join Wumen, would it be easier to find a sect to cultivate immortals with the help of the Jianghu sect?

Thinking of this, Yang Che decided to go to Wumen.

Before, he was still a little hesitant because his cultivation had not broken through to the third level of Qi Refining. But now, not only has his cultivation reached the third level of Qi Refining, he has also learned the art of controlling objects, and the power of the flying fire needle has been greatly improved, which really makes him more confident.

After buying dry food, Yang Che followed the address of Wumen that Wei Lao had told him, and quietly inquired all the way to the Wugan Mountains.

According to Old Wei, the Wugan Mountains are the western barrier of the Jiang Kingdom's desert continent. Going west from the Wugan Mountains, there is an endless desert area.

And Wumen was built next to a strange black pool near the Wugan Mountains.

Yang Che slept in the open air, while concentrating on comprehending the "Ice Arrow Technique" and "Wind Control Technique" and rushing on the road, he was happy and free.

One evening, Yang Che was sitting cross-legged on a bluestone to practice, and suddenly heard a hurried carriage sound from the tree-lined path not far away.

"Huh..."

The carriage was suddenly stopped, and then a woman shouted angrily: "Who dares to stop my lady's carriage? Are you tired of living?"

Yang Che felt a little noisy, so he simply slid down the bluestone and prepared to leave, but suddenly heard the woman say angrily again: "Open your dog eyes and see clearly, this is Wumen's carriage, if you don't want to die, get out of here quickly."

"Wumen?"

Yang Che's heart moved and stopped.

Then he quickly hid in the tall bushes beside the road, pushed aside the thorns and looked at the tree-lined path.

There was a large and magnificent carriage parked in the middle of the road.

In front of the carriage sat a beautiful woman in a purple skirt, with a frosty face and pulling the reins in her hands.

The reins were connected to two tall and majestic horses, which moaned softly, as if they were in pain.

Around the carriage, dozens of masked green-clothed men holding long knives surrounded the carriage.

The leader was tall and straight, and was not moved by the beautiful woman's words. He waved his hand and signaled the masked green-clothed men around him to attack.

These green-clothed men all stepped on their feet, jumped high with knives, formed an airtight knife net, and slashed at the beautiful woman and the carriage.

A series of "ding ding ding" sounds of metal and stone hitting each other rang out, and half of these green-clothed men fell from the air wailing.

The other half of the green-dressed man's long sword fell on the carriage. With a 'boom', the carriage shattered, and a woman in red veil flew out of it. She stepped on one foot and landed steadily on the ground.

It was dark at this time, but Yang Che could still clearly see that the woman was tall and plump. Although he could not see her true face, the youthful aura she exuded proved that she was very young.

Combined with the words of the beautiful woman just now, Yang Che thought to himself: "Could this woman really be Wu Qingxuan, the eldest daughter of the Wu family?"

At this time, the beautiful woman in purple skirt ran to the side of the red-dressed woman with a worried look on her face, and asked with concern: "Miss, are you okay?"

"Aunt Rong, I'm fine. These people are very good at martial arts, especially they seem to be on guard against hidden weapons. Be careful...ah..."

Before the red-dressed woman finished her words, she suddenly screamed, as if she was bitten by a poisonous snake, and jumped back violently.

"Aunt Rong, you..."

The red-dressed woman covered her waist and abdomen where blood was gushing out, and her tone was full of shock and disbelief.

Yang Che was also a little confused by the sudden scene in front of him.

He saw the purple-skirted beautiful woman suddenly take out a dagger and stab the red-skirted woman in the abdomen. Fortunately, the woman reacted very quickly and dodged for a while, so that the dagger was deflected. Otherwise, the red-skirted woman would have died on the spot.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are worthy of being the daughter of the Wu Sect. I couldn't kill you with one blow at such a close distance." The one who spoke was the masked green-clothed man in the lead.

After speaking, he slowly walked to the purple-skirted beautiful woman and stood still.

Yang Che, who was in the bushes, witnessed all this and felt cold all over.

From Zhao Min, Wei Lao, Jia Yunzhi to the people in front of him, everyone in the Wu Sect was scheming, which really made people feel cold.

"Forget it, it's better not to go to the Wu Sect. Ziyuan Jue has twelve levels of skills. I will practice while slowly looking for a sect to cultivate immortals."

Thinking of this, Yang Che had retreated and was ready to slip away quietly.

"Zhao Qu, I never thought that you could bribe even Aunt Rong, how amazing." The woman in red veil said while bandaging the wound.

Hearing this, Yang Che's body, which had just turned around, suddenly froze.

The green-clothed masked man in the lead was Zhao Qu, the nephew of Zhao Min, the proud nephew of the foreman Zhao, and the core disciple of the Wu Sect?

It was really as Wei Lao often said, 'There is no coincidence, no book', this is too coincidental.

After his identity was exposed, Zhao Qu simply pulled off his mask, revealing a masculine and handsome face.

Yang Che saw that he really looked a bit like Zhao Min.

"Qingxuan, you'd better hand over the Wulong Order to Xiao Qu obediently. For the sake of our past friendship, we will spare your life today." The beautiful woman in purple skirt sighed and advised faintly.

"Aunt Rong, I, Wu Qingxuan, believe that I have treated you well over the years. Why did you collude with Zhao Qu to harm me?" Wu Qingxuan endured the pain of the wound and spoke word by word.

"Qingxuan, don't blame me, there are some things... you don't understand." As she said that, the beautiful woman in purple skirt glanced at Zhao Qu, and a blush appeared on her face.

In the dark night, Wu Qingxuan naturally couldn't see clearly, but Yang Che saw it clearly.

But, he didn't seem to understand it either?

But none of this mattered. Since Zhao Qu appeared, all these people would die here tonight.