. On a separate note, after the clan leader learned that he was indeed under the Six Souls Curse, he touched his neck and found that there was indeed a strange energy of the curse on the left rear side. After returning to the room, leaving behind a non-physical clone, the clan leader used the system to teleport back to Douluo Continent.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the clan leader practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art, but it only slightly alleviated the side effects of the curse and could not completely eradicate it. He immediately released the Eight Spider Lance, inserted the spider leg into the left rear side of his neck, and began to absorb, and smoothly sucked out the internal energy belonging to Yan Fei.
After he could no longer sense the power of the Six Souls Curse, the clan leader's lips curled up slightly, and he murmured, "Fei Yan, Yan Fei, you are mine."
Another two days passed. The clan leader lived a peaceful life during these days, and the people from Luowang did not bother him again.
At night, he returned to Douluo Continent to cultivate his spirit power as usual. During the day, he would either stay in the courtyard to practice swordsmanship or wander around Xianyang City, experiencing the ancient customs of China and visiting the inn to inquire about interesting stories from the Jianghu.
It was at the same inn that Zu Zong and Yan Fei met again.
Zu Zong confidently sat down next to Yan Fei and said with a faint smile, "Miss Feiyan, in seven days, you will be my wife."
"You—" Yan Fei had been guarding Zu Zong every night for a while these past few days to prevent the Luowang from attacking him. After all, Zu Zong had been under her own Six Souls Fear Curse, which few in the world could break except her and Donghuang Taiyi. Any attempt on him would have been fatal, but he, heartlessly, went into the house and remained silent until the next day. He must have slept like a dead pig.
"Hmph! The ten-day deadline hasn't even passed! Who will win is still uncertain," Yan Fei pouted disapprovingly.
She had already made up her mind. If the Luowang men didn't act, she would do it herself by the deadline. As long as the clan leader's Six Souls Curse struck, she could force him to surrender.
Thinking of the clan leader begging for mercy, Yan Fei's lips curled up slightly.
The clan leader glanced around, and when he saw no one was paying attention, he leaned over and kissed Yan Fei on the cheek again.
"This was pre-ordered,"
he said, and then he disappeared into the inn.
Yan Fei was left behind, humiliated and furious, watching the clan leader's departure in a daze. "Another amazing skill! Has he broken the Six Souls Curse?"
Leaving the inn, the clan leader planned to return.
As he walked down a street, his eyes were drawn to the crowd.
Approaching, he saw a stunning woman selling herself to bury her father. In terms of appearance, she even surpassed Yan Fei. Clearly, her beauty had attracted many people. Yet, no one was willing to pay for her, which was quite telling.
The clan leader carefully sensed the man. Though well hidden, his internal strength was immense. His hands, though lacking the calluses of years of swordsmanship, hadn't escaped his detection. His wrists, though slender, were powerful, clearly a formidable swordsman. Looking at his appearance, he wondered, "Wow! Isn't this the original Jingwei from a few days ago?" The
clan leader thought about it. His whereabouts were no secret, and he was under constant surveillance. The man had appeared on his way home, suggesting the same old plot as the assassination of Wei Wuji in the original novel.
The clan leader's lips curled slightly at this thought. He wasn't the naive Wei Wuji. Since Jingwei had arrived, it would be a shame not to accept him.
He pulled out a bag of gold soul coins and placed them before the man, feigning regret. "Use them to bury your father!"
He turned and walked away.
"Five, four, three, two, one, stop," he counted silently in his head.
As expected, just as the clan leader finished counting, a clear and pleasant voice came from behind him, "Young master, please stay."
"Anything else?" The clan leader pretended to be puzzled.
Jingwei's eyes were red and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. Look at his acting skills, he is a solar system ahead of the young handsome man in the 21st century in his previous life. If the clan leader had not read the original novel and sensed the internal force in Jingwei's body, he would probably believe it.
"My name is Ni Jing. I was originally from Nijia Village in Hexi, Qin State. Later, I followed my father to flee here due to the war. Since I was a child, I have followed my father to work for officials and gentry in Xianyang City to make a living. Now my father has passed away. Fortunately, you generously donated money so that my father can be buried in peace. I am very grateful. Please tell me your name. I have no way to repay you. I am willing to work like an ox or a horse to repay your kindness."
As soon as the voice fell, Jingwei burst into tears. Even the people around were urging the clan leader to accept her.
The clan leader's mouth twitched. Isn't Ni Jing the Jingwei in reverse? And the extras sent by Luowang around are too awesome! It's like it's against the will of heaven for the clan leader not to accept Jingwei.
Since the other party wants to act, the clan leader might as well accompany her to the end. After making such a long trip to Qin's Moon, it would be really wrong not to save these young ladies who are in dire straits.
Clan leader (voiceover after a long time): Asking me? I just covet the bodies of Yanfei, Jingwei, Zinu, Yanlingji, Nanyue and the others, what's the matter!
The clan leader pretended to be serious and asked, "Are you really going with me?"
Jingwei wiped her tears and sobbed, "Please take me in, sir."
"Following me will be very dangerous, and I might even die."
"I'm not afraid. As long as I can repay your kindness, I'll be willing to die. Besides, I'm alone and have no one to rely on. When it comes to begging you to take me in, I'll be willing to be your maid."
The clan leader felt that he had acted enough and said calmly, "My name is Lan Zong. I live in ×××. If you really have nowhere to go, you can come and find me before sunset today."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" Jingwei wiped her tears and thanked him.
It was getting close to evening.
Jingwei arrived at the clan leader's courtyard on time.
Jing Niu bowed and said, "Young Master."
The clan leader did not make direct contact with the other party. He used the "Control Crane and Capture Dragon" technique to help her up. "Okay, Miss Ni Jing, since you followed me, then I will not spare Wan Zi. I don't like worldly etiquette. Everyone is equal to me.
Your room is in the west room. I don't usually need you to do anything. You can sweep the floor or make tea if you want. It's entirely up to you."
"Yes, Young Master," Jing Niu said softly.
Time passed by minute by minute. In the blink of an eye, it was nearly two hours.
The clan leader stopped practicing sword and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt that he was beginning to truly understand what a sword was. He had established an invisible and intangible relationship with the sword in his hand.
At that moment, Jingwei arrived with tea. "Young Master, please have some tea."
The clan leader took the cup and emptied it, not caring if he had poison. Even Dugu Bo's poison was ineffective against him, and even if it was, he could absorb it with his Eight Spider Lance.
"Excuse me, Miss Ni Jing," the clan leader said. "You could just go and rest."
A flicker of surprise crossed Jingwei's eyes. From what he knew, the mysterious swordsman known as Lan Zong was known for his vigilance. Even the Yan State's Prince Dan had been exposed when he tried to befriend him. Yan Dan's reputation as a hypocrite had become a running joke among the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.
But why would he place such trust in this woman of unknown origin? Wasn't he afraid she might poison him?
Jing Niu said, "Thank you, sir. Ni Jing is not tired. You buried my father, and I want to serve you."
The clan leader smiled and said, "I didn't treat you as a servant, and you don't have to treat me as a sir. Now go back to sleep! No matter what you hear in the courtyard, don't come out."
"Yes, sir." After that, Jing Niu packed up the teacup and returned to his room.