Phoenix Top and Dragon Bottom Chapter 2

 Chapter 2: Waiting for You at the Guo Ting

Long Qinghan stood quietly at the Pavilion Inn called “Guo Ting” for about half a joss stick’s time. The weather in March still had a slight chill, so he tightened his clothes. His calm and serene eyes were fixed on the distance.

After realizing his rebirth, he accepted this fact calmly. He excitedly went to see his parents, who should have died in the tragic massacre, and then, just like before his rebirth, following his father’s instructions, he represented their Heavenly Sword Sect to attend the wedding banquet of Miss Mei from the Mei Mountain Villa.

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It was a sunny day with white dew, and the scorching sun seemed to be on fire. That arrogant man in red clothes stole Long Qinghan’s attention at that time, capturing his calm and undisturbed gaze.

“Young Master, it’s a bit windy. Let’s go inside.” Long Mo voiced his concerns.

Long Qinghan gazed at the distance with infatuation and nodded, “Alright.”

Entering the familiar inn, Long Qinghan felt as if he were in a beautiful dream. The last time he came here was before he went to Fengque Mountain to fight Feng Xuan Yang alone. At that time, he came here with a determination to die, getting drunk for three days and three nights. He never expected that he would return to this place and relive the memories, surrounded by the fragrant aroma of wine.

“Young Master, please.” Long Mo interrupted Long Qinghan’s reverie. He made a polite gesture with his hand, intending to lead Long Qinghan to the most sheltered table inside.

However, Long Qinghan raised his hand to stop him. He glanced at the place where he had sat before and said calmly, “No need; I’ll sit by the entrance.”

With that, he took a few steps and pulled down his robe, then sat in a corner facing the western side of the door.

He arrived early, and the inn was still quiet. Long Qinghan asked Long Mo to order two small dishes and a pot of Drunken Immortal Brew. He slowly sipped the wine and quietly waited for Feng Xuan Yang to arrive.

Long Qinghan had a handsome and refined appearance, with porcelain-like fair skin. His long black hair was partly tied up with a dragon-shaped jade hairpin, while the rest cascaded down, covering his slender figure. His blue robe with dragon patterns highlighted his noble bearing, emanating a unique elegance and grace. Sitting there quietly, he was as serene as a lotus under the moonlight and as ethereal as floating clouds in the sky, exuding an otherworldly charm.

As time passed, noon approached, and the inn became lively. The Pavilion Inn was situated on a small path leading to the Mei Mountain Villa, so most of the people coming and going were those attending the wedding banquet at the Mei Mountain Villa. Therefore, the topics of conversation in the inn revolved around this wedding.

The place where Long Qinghan sat was quite secluded. If one didn’t look closely, they wouldn’t notice his presence. Thus, he calmly turned his wine cup in his hand, listening to the conversations and gossip about the wedding from the people of the martial world, along with some unfavorable comments about himself.

Just then, it seemed that those people took advantage of the protagonist’s absence and shifted the topic of discussion to Long Qinghan regarding the wedding at the Mei Mountain Villa.

“Hey, I wonder what Old Master Xiang of the Xiang Clan is thinking. Xiang Qian is such a beauty, and with Old Master Xiang’s status and reputation in the martial world, how could he let Xiang Qian marry that young man, Tao Huai, from the Wanfeng Escort Agency?” The whispers grew louder, and a middle-aged man in a green robe slapped the table and shook his head with a sigh.

The gentleman next to him, holding a folding fan, patted the middle-aged man’s shoulder, indicating he should lower his voice. He also shook his head and sighed, “Indeed. I’ve heard that Xiang Qian is the only daughter of Old Master Xiang, cherished and gentle. She excels in the unique skill of the Mei Mountain Villa, the ‘Nian Mei Finger.’ With her status and beauty, she should have married a young master from a prominent martial arts family. It’s puzzling how she ended up with such an ordinary person.”

“Brother Li,” the man in the green robe tugged at the sleeve of the gentleman with the fan and whispered, “What do you think? Who in the martial world can match Miss Xiang?”

“Well, who else could it be? With the relationship between Old Master Xiang and the Heavenly Sword Sect, naturally, only the Young Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Long Qinghan, can be a match for Miss Xiang.”

Although their conversation was not loud, Long Qinghan, with his excellent hearing, caught their words. He paused with his wine cup in his right hand, lightly rubbing the rim with his fingertip, and then continued to shake his head and sip his wine.

“The Heavenly Sword lineage, unmatched in the world.” The Heavenly Sword Sect was the largest righteous sect in the martial world. Its leader had held the position of Alliance Leader of the Martial World for several generations, commanding the righteous path. Long Qinghan himself was the future alliance leader. However, when he thought about unexpectedly becoming the Alliance Leader, a hint of melancholy appeared in his usually calm eyes. He let out a sigh and continued drinking.

The discussion among the others grew louder, and some people who were interested in the topic joined in. The conversation shifted from Miss Xiang’s wedding to discussing how Long Qinghan made a grand debut in the martial world and how he helped the weak and upheld justice.

Until a rough voice loudly scoffed, the buzzing whispers finally stopped.

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound and saw a burly man with a tiger-like build, a face full of stubble, and a giant ax by his side.

The burly man scoffed again and said, “This Long Qinghan is just a pretty boy relying on the backing of the Heavenly Sword Sect to live his life. Is he worthy of your praises? Pah! I’m the first one to look down on him!”

Upon hearing these words, the faces of the crowd changed. Regardless of whether their praises for Long Qinghan were sincere or not, the fact that the burly man had refuted them damaged their dignity, leaving them feeling angry.

The most enraged was Long Mo, who tightened his grip on his sword and was about to teach the burly man a lesson. However, a hand with distinct phalanges stopped him.

“No need. Words are hard to block, so let him be. I have a clear conscience.” After saying this, Long Qinghan couldn’t help but reflect on how old he had become. Having lived through two lifetimes, what else was there that he couldn’t see through? In the past, he was proud and arrogant, so when he heard those words, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed. He allowed Long Mo to go and teach that man a lesson, which led to the subsequent trouble. But things were different now. He wanted to see what would happen if the story didn’t follow the old script.

The big man proceeded to insult Long Qinghan, and although some people were angry that he had challenged their dignity, they found solace in the fact that the big man dared to insult others so boldly. Despite praising Long Qinghan, they couldn’t help but harbor a hint of jealousy. Therefore, even though the big man’s insults were harsh, they simply sat there with a cold expression, pretending to be furious. Long Qinghan, on the other hand, remained indifferent, enjoying his food and drink, except for Long Mo’s trembling hand, which revealed his anger.

Seeing that the crowd’s reaction wasn’t intense enough, the big man changed the topic and successfully provoked them. “Hmph, not only is Long Qinghan despicable, but Xiang Qianshuang is also not a good person!”

After these words, many young men stood up and glared at him. Xiang Miss, with her exceptional appearance and humble personality, was loved by the young heroes of the martial world. So when they saw the big man defaming the person they cherished, they couldn’t bear it any longer.

Long Qinghan’s gaze sharpened, and he turned his wine cup with interest, listening attentively. He was aware of the matter concerning Xiang Qianshuang, but he was curious about what the big man had to say.

The big man was not afraid of the crowd’s hostility and loudly declared, “Hmph, I bet you all never imagined that Xiang Qianshuang, that little slut, has been privately involved with the Left Guardian of the Nine Heavens Sect, Blood Shadow, for a long time. They have secretly pledged their lifelong commitment, unbeknownst to the Xiang family. Later, when the Xiang family discovered this, they hastily married Xiang Qianshuang to the mediocre guy from the Wanfeng Escort Agency.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd erupted in astonishment. In Long Qinghan’s eyes, a ripple stirred, and his hand clenched the wine cup tightly. He knew very well what the Nine Heavens Sect was.

“Above the Nine Heavens, below the Phoenix Pavilion, lies the Nine Heavens Sect.” It was rumored that the young master of the Nine Heavens Sect took over at the tender age of fourteen and, within just eight years, swallowed rival sects, killed enemies, and made the Nine Heavens Sect even stronger. Due to their mysterious actions and unconventional methods compared to the orthodox martial world, they were called the “Demon Sect” by the people of the martial world.

However, Long Qinghan had never personally seen the leader of the Nine Heavens Sect, who was said to be like a demonic Asura with a fierce face and fangs, bloodthirsty and cruel. But he knew that the rumors about him in the martial world were far-fetched and unreliable. Only Long Qinghan knew that the leader of the Nine Heavens Sect, Feng Xuan Yang, was just an ordinary man with flesh and blood, emotions, and righteousness. He was the love of Long Qinghan’s life.

Although the Nine Heavens Sect was called the Demon Sect, they had maintained peace with the orthodox martial world for many years. While the martial arts world feared their actions, they never openly declared war against them.

However, a hint of determination flashed in Long Qinghan’s eyes. No one could predict the future.

Returning to the present, when the crowd learned about the connection between their beloved woman and the Demon Sect, they were shocked and angered. The big man, without restraint, continued to slander Miss Xiang, repeating her shamelessness and lowly status. A young man, unable to bear it any longer, shouted and attacked the big man with his sword. In the martial arts world, if words failed, one had to resort to martial arts to settle the matter.

However, the burly man remained calm and was about to grab his axe in response. But in a flash of cold light, the young man who had lunged forward with his sword let out a loud scream. In an instant, his body was sent flying, and as the crowd rushed over to see, they found the young man with his eyes wide open and a tiny poisonous needle sticking out of his throat. He had already succumbed to death!

Long Qinghan slowly lowered the chopsticks he was holding. He had been lost in thought earlier and hadn’t paid attention to the situation unfolding before them. He hadn’t expected that the man would be dead in an instant. He raised his gaze slightly and looked at the two individuals who had entered the tavern.

One was tall, and the other was thin. The tall one had ordinary features and tightly pursed lips. If it weren’t for his hawk-like, sharp eyes, it would be difficult for anyone in the crowd to recognize him. The thin man had a waxen complexion, and his gaze was as venomous as a snake’s. At this moment, a terrifying smile hung on his face as he laughed and said, “Shi Laodi, how is it that you were threatened with a sword after just one day of not seeing each other?”

“You… you are Zhuge Feng, the ‘Jade Blood Snake,’ and Xue Li, the ‘Iron Eagle Claw.” Someone recognized the identities of the newcomers and then pointed at the burly man holding the giant ax, asking, “And who are you?”

“Hahaha, only my sworn brother, ‘Sky Splitting Ax’ Shi Jing, can call me ‘Shi laodi’ like that,” the thin man laughed triumphantly, looking at the astonished expressions of the crowd.

This caused an uproar among the people. Even Long Qinghan couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth in surprise. “Interesting, truly interesting. Who would have thought that a mere wedding banquet would attract the followers of the Five Venomous Sect?”

“Young Master, it’s noisy here. Perhaps we should leave first.” Long Mo expressed concern, bowing respectfully.

“No need,” Long Qinghan told him. He was waiting for someone to arrive, so how could he leave first? He wanted to see what the subordinates of the Five Venomous Sect were planning to do.

Over there, a commotion had already started. The crowd drew their swords and engaged in a battle with the three newcomers. However, the three of them remained calm and coordinated their movements, effortlessly defeating everyone. The people seemed to fear their identities and dared not speak up anymore.

Long Qinghan casually rested his chin on his hand, his gaze filled with a half-smile as he watched the spectacle unfold. He wanted to see what kind of trouble they would stir up.

On the other side, the three subordinates of the Five Venomous Sect became even more insolent as they saw that nobody dared to oppose them. They began to hurl insults, targeting not only Long Qinghan but also Miss Xiang and even dragging the Nine Heavens Sect into the fray.

Unable to bear watching their beloved person being taken away by the followers of the Nine Heavens Sect, someone couldn’t hold back their anger and loudly joined in berating the followers of the Nine Heavens Sect. However, just as they were getting into it, an unknown object flew across the person’s cheek, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

“Who did it?” The person looked around, but apart from the blue-clad man who was calmly eating in the corner, they didn’t notice anything unusual. Swallowing nervously, they dared not speak any further.

Long Qinghan nonchalantly let go of the last remaining chopstick in his hand. He estimated that the time was about right. He instructed Long Mo to fetch two jars of wine while he himself retrieved a pair of fresh chopsticks from the chopstick holder and continued to leisurely enjoy his meal.

The three subordinates of the Five Venomous Sect seemed to be intentionally stirring up trouble, provoking the crowd even more. The more they spoke, the more audacious they became.

At first, Long Qinghan simply listened in a detached manner. But as the conversation turned towards Feng Xuan Yang, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. However, just as he was about to get angry, the sound of galloping hooves could be heard in the distance.

Raising his gaze, he saw several spirited horses racing down the small road under the clear sky. Leading the way was a magnificent sweat-blooded steed, carrying a figure dressed in red whose demeanor exuded a wild aura under the sunlight.

Unconsciously, a slight smile tugged at the corners of Long Qinghan’s mouth, capturing that blazing fire within his sight.

Feng Xuan Yang, you have finally arrived.

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