MTLNOVEL Chapter 51: Qian Renxue
He moved quickly, focusing on healing the wounded while she continued her bloody dance of vengeance.
Wu Lan arrived near the villagers and immediately began healing the injured.
Xiao Wu and the others joined in, helping the villagers as best they could.
Soon, Wu Lan had healed everyone using his domain. As he looked toward the battlefield, he watched the girl fighting the bandits. Her sword strikes were graceful yet ruthless every movement held purpose, every kill delivered without hesitation.
He recognized her identity immediately.
Qian Renxue.
Why is she here?
He activated Blue Silver Sense, scanning the area for her protectors. But he sensed no one.
As Wu Lan pondered her sudden appearance
Qian Renxue's Perspective
Qian Renxue was venting all her anger on the bandits.
A week ago, after dealing with the greedy nobles of the kingdom, she had been mentally exhausted. So, she placed a dupe in the prince's place and left the palace in disguise to relax.
While passing through the streets in secret, she saw a poor villager grabbing a young Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan member no older than twelve and begging for help.
The arrogant youth, offended that a filthy villager dared touch his clothes, kicked him without mercy and walked away.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue's rage ignited. That bastard treated people like insects.
She rushed to help the man. When she arrived at the village, the injured villager despite the pain desperately began to speak.
He told her about the Black Fang Bandits, how they had harassed them for three years, kidnapped their children, and treated their lives like toys.
There atrocities boiled her blood.
"In a week, they'll come again… they'll harm Soul King Village again. Please save them. Plea..."
Until his final breath, he had begged someone to protect the people.
"I promise to save the village. I will eliminate the bandits," she declared, her voice trembling with fury.
She had grown up hearing stories of righteousness from her grandfather. How could she turn a blind eye when innocent people were suffering?
She informed her subordinates that she would be going out. She instructed them to notify her protectors who had left for Spirit Hall City that morning for a routine meeting that she would return on her own and for them to maintain order in her absence.
Then, she immediately tracked down the location of Soul King Village and began her journey. she took fast carriage to avoid drawing attention.
But when she arrived near the village, the Black Fang Bandits were already there, bullying the locals.
Her fury exploded. She unsheathed her sword and began killing them one by one.
In the midst of her battle, she noticed someone heading toward the villagers.
Thinking it was another enemy, she almost activated her Martial Soul True Body to protect the villagers. But when she saw the white-haired boy tending to the wounded, she paused.
Relieved, she refocused on the fight.
Only five enemies remained. Four of them stood between her and the leader, who hid behind them and shouted threats.
"If you kill us, you'll face the wrath of Soul Saint Mo Jianye!"
She didn't care.
Her grandfather was a demigod. What was a measly Soul Saint worth to her?
With swift, decisive strikes, she killed the four.
Then, her blade flashed as she raised it against the gang leader.
"You'll regret this! Mo Jianye will never forgive you!"
His words died with him under her sword.
She didn't care about his threats.
After confirming there were no survivors among the bandits, she turned toward the villagers, now healed and gathered around the white-haired boy and four girls, expressing their gratitude.
As she walked closer, she found herself briefly dazed by the boy's beauty. But she quickly recovered her composure and approached the group.
The villagers, noticing her, quickly surrounded her to thank her for her bravery.
Her attention, however, returned to the group that had healed the wounded and were now distributing food and water to the others.
An elderly man stepped forward and bowed to her.
"Soul Master, thank you for your kindness."
She turned to him and replied, "It's alright. I promised one of your fellow villagers that I would protect this place."
The old man's expression brightened with hope.
"That must be my son! He said he was going to find help after we lost his child to those monsters. Soul Master, where is he? Did he return with you?"
He looked around eagerly, searching the crowd.
Qian Renxue hesitated. But finally, she spoke with sadness.
"He died."
The old man collapsed to his knees and began to cry.
Villagers rushed to comfort him, trying to console the broken father.
Qian Renxue clenched her fists in anger.
That man hadn't died naturally, he had been murdered by scum. But she couldn't tell these people. If they sought revenge against a major clan, they'd only die meaningless deaths.
No. She would kill that bastard herself, when she returned.
Wu Lan's Perspective
Seeing the old man consumed by despair, Wu Lan walked over and knelt beside him.
"Elder, don't be sad, instead you should be proud. Your son fought until his final breath to save this village and its people including you. Now, you must ensure his sacrifice is not in vain."
The old man trembled, but Wu Lan's words brought a spark of light back to his eyes. A small ember of strength returned to his soul.
The villagers helped him up and led him to rest, doing what they could to comfort him.
Afterward, Wu Lan's group, Qian Renxue, and the two children are left.
Two children are kidnapped from the previous village by bandits. Wu Lan rescued them.
"Brother, when are we going to see Mother and Father?" the children asked softly.
"Soon. You'll see them very soon," Wu Lan replied with a gentle smile.
After speaking, he glanced toward Qian Renxue, who was still staring at him curiously.
"Hello. My name is Wu Lan. And you are?"
His voice startled Qian Renxue out of her thoughts. Embarrassed that she had been staring too much, she quickly composed herself.
"My name is Qian Renxue."
[Author's Note:
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