Chapter 495 - 297: His Name is Unknown
Chapter 495: Chapter 297: His Name is Unknown
Thankfully, Du Cang was as dead as one could be.
His head was shattered.
There was no sign of life.
Otherwise, had he heard Chen Yi’s words, he would have been half-dead with rage, and would have stammered:
"Perfection in the Chess Dao, Calligraphy Dao, Spear Dao, and Body Dao, and Great Success in the Fist Dao... You... what else do you have?"
To this question, Chen Yi would most likely have just smiled without a word.
Just as he was doing now.
Hearing the silence, Xiao Wan’er timidly lifted her head. She took in the surrounding wreckage and Du Cang’s corpse before her gaze finally landed on Chen Yi.
"Is it over?"
Chen Yi just smiled, first nodding, then shaking his head. He beckoned to retrieve his Long Spear before sweeping her into his arms and speeding toward Puyin Temple.
Xiao Wan’er was still in his embrace. Even though she had just come to a clear resolution—’I won’t worry about whether he is the real Chen Yi’—she still felt a little flustered.
Now that the threat of Du Cang was gone, she was actually quite embarrassed.
Chen Yi, however, paid no mind to her feelings. He carried her to the Buddhist Hall and spoke softly.
"Weren’t you asking if it was over?"
"Actually, there’s one last thing."
He looked toward a corner of the Buddhist Hall, now even more dilapidated from the collapse. Lv Jiunan lay weakly in the rubble, his face and body a bloody mess, lacerated by debris.
Xiao Wan’er noticed Lv Jiunan as well and turned her head away, unable to bear the sight.
Although she didn’t know Lv Jiunan, she recognized his Poshisu Country features.
Even if she couldn’t bear to see an injured man lying in the rain, she wouldn’t utter platitudes about the sanctity of life right now.
Besides, her Xiao Family were mortal enemies of both the Poshisu Country and the Barbarian Race.
"What... what are you going to do?"
Chen Yi smiled. "I told you before that I would explain everything. I was just considering whether to start from the very beginning—from our wedding day."
He then pointed to Lv Jiunan. "This is the Black Magic Master who caused me to flee our wedding."
Xiao Wan’er froze. "Him? He made you flee the wedding?"
But she quickly processed it. "Flee the wedding... You, you..."
"But the man who just died, he clearly said you were... that you were arranged by Grandpa to impersonate... to impersonate..."
Chen Yi met her gaze and shook his head with a smile. "I was lying to him."
"There were reasons. I had no other choice, but I never expected it would cause you to suffer such a disaster, sister. It almost led me to make a terrible mistake."
Though still confused, Xiao Wan’er let out a sigh of relief.
"Then your face..."
Chen Yi lifted a hand and peeled back a corner of his mask, revealing half of the familiar face that put Xiao Wan’er’s heart at ease. He then smoothed it back down. "A Disguise Skill."
Xiao Wan’er relaxed completely, the last trace of apprehension and doubt in her heart dissipating like smoke.
At least she could be certain that the man before her was Chen Yi, and not the Liu Wu that Du Cang claimed her grandfather had arranged to take his place.
The idea that it had all been an "act" of "false affection" had been far more upsetting to her. In comparison, she didn’t care about his reasons for fleeing the wedding, or why he was traveling under the identity of "Liu Wu."
She didn’t even care that Chen Yi had hidden his proficiency in the Martial Arts.
"Um... shouldn’t we head back to the Marquis’s Mansion first? If we’re late, Grandpa... Grandpa will start to worry."
Chen Yi paused. "You don’t want to know everything that happened?"
Xiao Wan’er gently shook her head. "I trust you."
After a pause, a blush rose on her cheeks. She half-shrank into the collar of her cloak and continued:
"I-I mean, we have plenty of time. After... after today, it won’t be too late for you to tell me."
"If we go back... go back late, Grandpa will really worry about me..."
Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried a touching sense of thoughtfulness.
Chen Yi chuckled, suddenly understanding her feelings. He decided to go along with it.
"You’re right. We’ve been out for a long time. If we stay any longer, someone is bound to show up."
As he spoke, Chen Yi flicked his spear, piercing Lv Jiunan’s heart and giving him a painless death.
He had originally planned to wake Lv Jiunan and have him confess the truth about how he had manipulated "Chen Yi" into fleeing the wedding before killing him.
Now, that was clearly unnecessary.
’He got off easy.’
Chen Yi looked at Xiao Wan’er, who still had her head ducked, and could guess that her neck was probably flushed red as well.
A sense of relief washed over him.
Xiao Wan’er... her understanding was so profound it made his heart ache for her.
With that thought, Chen Yi found his bag and took out the bamboo hat from within. He placed it on Xiao Wan’er’s head as he explained:
"I will take you back to the Marquis’s Mansion. If the Old Marquis and the others ask questions, just put all of it on me."
"Remember the name: ’Dragon Spear’ Liu Wu."
Xiao Wan’er gently lifted the brim of her bamboo hat. On her pale, faintly flushed cheeks, a few strands of rain-soaked hair clung to her skin.
"You... you don’t want Grandpa... or Jinghong to know about any of this?"
Chen Yi grunted in affirmation. He took a clean cloth from his bag, gently wiped the rain from her face, and said:
"It’s not time to tell them yet. I hope you can keep this secret for me, sister."
Xiao Wan’er didn’t hesitate, nodding. "I promise."
’A secret...’
’Just like the secret poem he had written for her...’
For her, this wasn’t difficult.
"Let’s go."
Chen Yi packed his bag, wrapped an arm naturally around Xiao Wan’er’s waist, and was about to leap into the air.
As he looked up, he suddenly froze, his expression turning grave as he stared into the dark clouds of the night sky.
There, suspended in mid-air, a figure was watching them. How long he had been there, Chen Yi didn’t know.
Amidst the rumbling thunder, a flash of lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the figure and allowing Chen Yi to see his face clearly.
—He was dressed in robes as white as snow, his long black hair tied back with a red ribbon, flowing behind his stern, handsome face.
His features were merely ordinary, but his eyes were as deep as the abyssal sea.
More importantly, the man was currently standing on a long, single-edged sword, shaped like a Tang-style blade.
Like a true Sword Immortal.