Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers-Chapter 395 - "Someone Came?

Chapter 395: Chapter 395 “Someone Came?

Zhao Xiyan hooked his lips.

“Without knowing the time here, we won’t get any rest if I tell the whole story tonight.”

Qi Yue pursed her lips.

“No rest then, no rest; you have to finish telling it anyway!”

“Alright, as you wish.”

Zhao Xiyan took a sip of tea and continued the topic he had been discussing.

“This Sheng guy, originally a junior employee at Rishengchang, possessed exceptional talent and was discovered by Huangfu Nan’s son, Huangfu Sun, who took him as his personal disciple.”

Hearing this, Qi Yue couldn’t help but interject.

“Never thought Sheng’s luck would be so good. He must have learned his skills during that time!”

“It’s more than just good luck,” Zhao Xiyan scoffed coldly, his expression filled with scorn.

“When Sheng entered under the Huangfu Sect, Huangfu Nan was already advanced in years. He withdrew from worldly affairs to live reclusively in the mountains and forests, leaving everything to his only son, Huangfu Sun, to manage. After Sheng had learned, his true nature gradually revealed itself, and he even started to covet Rishengchang.”

Qi Yue hurriedly swallowed the snack in her mouth and replied, “The greed of the human heart, if it weren’t for that, Sheng wouldn’t have been able to sit in the position of the Dragonguard Commander, right?”

“Yes, exactly,” Zhao Xiyan nodded. “If people weren’t greedy, Qiongzhou Continent wouldn’t have turned into the four nations it is today.”

“And then what happened? How did Rishengchang end up in your hands?” Qi Yue asked eagerly. “Also, after all this, who is your master out of Huangfu Nan and Huangfu Sun? How did they discover you? Or rather, how did you manage to become their disciple? Eh, that seems wrong too; Huangfu Nan must be over a hundred years old, and Huangfu Sun must also be over seventy, right?”

“Heh,” Zhao Xiyan chuckled slightly. “Yueyue, you’re asking so many questions at once, I don’t even know which to answer first.”

Qi Yue was also amused by her own impatience.

“Then just go with the current pace. I must know everything today, anyway.”

“Alright, then I shall keep it brief!”

Sure enough, Qi Yue quickly learned all the ins and outs.

When Sheng became a member of the Huangfu Sect, he quickly mastered eighteen types of martial arts, most commonly using the saber.

But Huangfu Sun gradually noticed his cunning nature and ruthless methods, intentionally distancing himself from Sheng and telling him not to learn the saber.

Because in the eyes of martial artists, the saber is the courage among all weapons, heavy with killing intent. If used by someone with a ruthless mind, it only makes them fiercer!

Despite seemingly complying on the surface, Sheng intensified his efforts in secret.

Being naturally talented, within a few years, he managed to develop a saber technique on his own, which later became known as the unparalleled Deathblade across the four nations.

Later, taking advantage of Huangfu Sun’s unpreparedness, he stole the Black Feather Order, intending to seize the treasury of Rishengchang.

Although the Huangfu Family managed to protect Rishengchang, the younger generations within the family were all tainted by Sheng’s influence.

Even Huangfu Sun himself was gravely injured by Sheng and passed away a few years later.

The Huangfu Aristocratic Family, which had lasted for hundreds of years, ultimately declined.

That year, Zhao Xiyan was just fourteen years old. During his travels across the four nations, he accidentally seriously injured a bully who was a young man.

The young man was carried away and died after a few days.

And that young man was Sheng’s son.

Afterward, Zhao Xiyan was hunted by Sheng, and at a critical moment, was saved by an elder.

The elder took him to a mysterious place, took him as a disciple, and handed over the Black Feather Order.

At this point, Qi Yue couldn’t help but say, “This elder couldn’t be Huangfu Nan, could it? How long did he live? How old was he?”

“Yes.”

Zhao Xiyan fell silent for a moment, “He never mentioned his exact age, but he should be over a hundred years old this year.”

Hearing this, Qi Yue was surprised again.

“This year? You mean your master is still alive?”

“Hmm.”

“Since he’s still alive, why didn’t he take action to kill Sheng himself and avenge his grandson?”

“The elder said he had already transcended the mortal world and no longer involved himself in worldly grudges.”

“Haha, that old man is clearly lying,” Qi Yue said bluntly. “He obviously wants revenge but doesn’t want to do it himself, so he took you as a disciple. It just so happens that you and Sheng have a grudge over his son’s death; it’s quite fitting.”

Zhao Xiyan let out a light chuckle and reached out to tease Qi Yue’s nose with his finger.

“How does my Yueyue know everything? But this time, you are wrong,” he said.

Qi Yue, smelling the faint scent at the tip of her nose, couldn’t help but wipe it away with her finger.

“How am I wrong? You mean Huangfu Nan took you as his disciple without wanting you to deal with Sheng Gong (a respectful way to address senior men)?” she asked.

Zhao Xiyan smiled slightly.

“The old man said I have an exceptional talent and am a martial arts prodigy seen only once in a hundred years. After seeing me, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity and insisted I join his sect. Why would he talk about revenge?” he explained.

That was clearly a boastful brag, but Qi Yue let it swirl around in her mind.

And found herself thinking it made quite a bit of sense.

Only when she noticed Zhao Xiyan’s strange smile looking at her did Qi Yue react. She couldn’t help but bunch up her small fists and punched him right in the chest.

“Ouch, is the wife trying to murder her husband?” he exclaimed playfully.

Zhao Xiyan feigned a cry of pain and, in one smooth motion, brought her into his embrace.

Qi Yue struggled in his arms and landed a few more punches on his chest.

“You can quit it now. I don’t have any ‘Innate Divine Strength’ here in this space. It’s your muscles that are rock-hard, they’ve made my hand sore!” she complained.

“And yet you keep hitting,” he remarked.

“Who asked you to keep fooling me?”

“Fooling? Everything I said is the honest truth.”

“You’re just a fraud…”

“The honest truth…”

“…”

After their playful scuffle, they embraced each other and rested on the bench, talking.

“Yueyue, after talking so much, do you now understand why we must be wary of Sheng Gong?” he asked.

“I do,” Qi Yue yawned, glancing at the wall clock hanging in the pavilion.

She had placed a clock there to keep track of time because she spent a lot of time sunbathing in the pavilion.

They had been inside for over two hours now, and everyone in the Qi Residence was probably asleep by now.

“We can’t avoid our feud with Sheng Gong. You killed his son, and I killed his grandson… Really now, you tell me, how is it that we’re so fated, even sharing the same enemy?” she mused.

“That’s just perfect, we can deal with it together,” he replied, smiling as he picked her up and headed towards the bedroom in the small building.

Qi Yue nestled quietly in his arms, languidly saying, “I guess that old guy must be frantic these days.”

“Indeed, if he dares to come, I will surely reunite him with his forefathers,” he declared confidently.

“My husband is mighty…”

That night, the two spent a serene night together in the space.

Worried that there might be urgent matters outside, they didn’t sleep in but left the space early in the morning and returned to their room.

Both of them just stood in front of the bed when they simultaneously looked at each other, a hint of wariness flashing in their eyes.

“Someone’s been here?”

“Mm.”

The couple searched and indeed found a faint footprint inside the door threshold.

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Zhao Xiyan glanced at it and wore a “just as I thought” expression.

“This footprint is too big for an ordinary woman, it must have been left by Sheng Cuihua.”

Qi Yue also picked up a light scent of hair oil in the air and nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

“Mm, it seems this Cuihua doesn’t like washing her hair very much.”

“Looks like they can’t wait to make a move,” said Zhao Xiyan, pursing his lips, “Yueyue, what do you think?”