Quick Wear: Oh no, the lady is running away with the ball again

Chapter 212 The Living Abandoned Empress of the Cold Palace X The Invading Unruly Buddhist Son 46

Qi Jueyu, standing beside her, watched quietly, his arms folded across his chest, leaning slightly against the wall. He didn't intervene, not even interrupt, simply watching her with a complex gaze. The dim light highlighted his three-dimensional features, a cold expression that concealed an unpredictable emotion.

Yun Qian didn't open her eyes, only reciting the prayer to the last word. She ignored Qi Jueyu's questioning, not even a quirk of her eyebrows. She knew he was testing her, and she knew her choice might be risky, but she couldn't retreat. At this moment, she could only gamble.

At that moment, the eternal lamp before the Buddha statue suddenly lit up with a golden light. A warm, dazzling glow spread like a tide, enveloping the entire room in a soft, luminous glow. Yun Qian opened her eyes slightly, her gaze filled with surprise and delight. She turned to glance at Qi Jueyu, only to find he too was momentarily startled, but he quickly concealed the subtle emotion.

"It seems that you won the bet." Qi Jueyu raised the corner of his lips, his tone was light but with some profound meaning.

As they stared at each other, a gentle noise emanated from beneath the altar, and a hidden compartment slowly emerged. Yun Qian held her breath, watching as a string of crystal-clear Dzi beads lay quietly within, emitting a faint Buddha-like aura. The light was soft yet not glaring, like a silent whisper, imbued with an inexplicable majesty and sacredness.

Yun Qian reached out to take it, but stopped short just as her fingertips were about to touch the Dzi bead. She turned to look at Qi Jueyu, her eyes filled with both vigilance and inquiry.

"What? You don't dare anymore?" Qi Jueyu took a few steps closer, a hint of a smile on his lips. He raised his hand and gently stroked her hair. His gesture was intimate yet a bit aggressive, as if asking her to gradually get used to his closeness. "Whatever you want to do, just do it. This West Mountain Pond is mine, and yours."

As soon as the man finished speaking, Yun Qian no longer hesitated and reached out to take out the Dzi bead. She vaguely felt a faint vibration coming from it, as if responding to her presence. A relieved smile appeared on her lips, and she immediately wanted to put the Dzi bead in her arms.

Before Yun Qian could fully withdraw her hand, she heard a sudden movement outside the Buddhist temple, a sudden gust of wind. Immediately afterwards, several swift figures burst through the window, lunging at the two people in front of the altar with murderous intent.

Yun Qian thought for a moment and naturally understood what they wanted. She immediately threw the Dzi beads into her personal space and a slightly provocative smile appeared on her beautiful face. It was just right that these people could serve as a warm-up for her.

Not only her, but Qi Jueyu beside her was also the same. He was calm and composed as if he had known this would happen.

A group of masked men in black approached, their figures nimble and their movements swift as the wind. Without a single unnecessary word, their blades gleamed an icy light in the dim light as they pointed directly at Yun Qian and Qi Jueyu.

Yun Qian turned to look at Qi Jueyu, only to find his expression unchanged, not even a frown. He slowly stood up straight, and with both hands calmly pulled the string of Buddhist beads from his sleeves, his gaze sweeping across the group of intruders like a knife.

"It seems that the beads in the girl's hand are an important item." Qi Jueyu said in a low voice, with a hint of playfulness and even interest in his tone.

Before Yun Qian could respond, the men in black had already taken action. The leader swung his sword and slashed down. Yun Qian instinctively stepped back, but her wet shoes nearly caused her to slip. Fortunately, Qi Jueyu acted instantly, yanking her behind him. With a flick of his right hand, he hurled his Buddhist beads at the man like a sharp weapon. The man grunted, and the blade deflected, embedding itself into the wooden surface of the altar.

Just as another person attacked her, Yun Qian had already adjusted her breathing. The failure of almost slipping just now made her fully prepared. She raised her hand and attacked the man's vital point. In just a moment, the man fell to the ground. The next moment, almost instinctively, she leaned over and quickly drew out the knife. The blade was cold and heavy in her hand.

She adjusted her breathing slightly, her eyes coldly looking at the black-clad men who were falling one after another. Although the knife in her hand was not suitable for her and seemed awkward, her grip was tight but she did not loosen at all.

As another assassin charged forward, Yun Qian dodged his blade and quickly raised her hand to strike back. The blade collided with the opponent's weapon, making a crisp metallic sound. The opponent was clearly not expecting Yun Qian to actually attack him, and a look of surprise crossed his face. Her blade grazed his shoulder, tearing his shirt and revealing a bloody streak.

Yun Qian's eyes turned cold, and the next moment she raised her arm, her sharp long knife piercing the silence of the night, slashing towards the man in black closest to her with a cold gleam. The blade was sharp, and the movement was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The opponent had clearly not expected such a frail woman to unleash such a powerful aura. Hastily raising his weapon to block, Yun Qian skillfully cut in at a tricky angle, effectively slicing through his defenses. Sparks flew, and the man was sent reeling back repeatedly.

Before anyone could react, Yun Qian had already struck the other side, her blade flashing like a streak of silk, each strike aiming for the vitals. Her movements were nimble, her footwork sharp. The men in black pressed forward, only to find they couldn't reach her. As the blades clashed, a low, muffled groan echoed as someone fell to the ground.

Qi Jueyu was standing beside her, killing people with the Buddhist beads he had been twisting in his hand. His face was calm. Whenever a man in black tried to approach him, he would hit them directly in the vitals with the beads in his hand the moment they got close - the beads would return in an instant, as accurately as using his own arms.

He scoffed softly, raised his hands slightly, and a string of Buddhist beads suddenly flew out, accurately hitting the foreheads of the two men in black. He stood there, seemingly unconcerned about the chaos on the field, but every move he made was a fatal blow.

Yun Qian took advantage of the gap he created to push back the black-clad men. Her figure seemed particularly swift in the dim light of the hall. Her long sword sliced through the air, its cold light complementing her coldness.

Seeing the situation was dire, one of the leading men in black blew a low whistle, and the others quickly retreated. Yun Qian watched the men in black disappear into the night, his fingers slowly loosening their grip on the hilt of his sword. His breathing became slightly rapid, but he didn't show any sign of distress.

Yun Qian was about to run after him when Qi Jueyu raised his hand to stop him. He moved slowly and said with a firm tone, "Don't chase after a desperate enemy."

"But if we don't chase them, how can we find out who is behind them?" Yun Qian paused, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

Qi Jueyu tilted his head slightly, his eyes passing over her calmly, a hint of a smile on his lips, a hint of joking: "Why should you worry about such things? I've already left someone alive."

He paused, his voice filled with confidence and composure. "Furthermore, the person behind this must have been the first person to urgently investigate the situation after your aunt fell into a coma."

"After all, these impatient fools love to do things like this to test their seemingly solid victories."