Finest Servant Chapter 123

Chapter 123 In A Dilemma

The woman watched him for a long time before slowly approaching him. In a soft voice, she said, “When did you learn martial arts, Young Master? Why was I not aware of it?”

Lin Wanrong laughed without answering her question. Instead, he asked, “Miss Qin, how did you end up here?”

Qin Xian'er's eyes flashed with embarrassment. “If I'm not here, then where would I be? I haven't seen you for two days, and you've already acquired such extraordinary martial skills. It's truly something to be celebrated.”

Her surprise was evident. The day she had rescued him, he hadn't possessed any martial abilities. How could he have obtained such formidable power within just a few days?

Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, though he didn't know how to explain. The situation indeed seemed inexplicable. Could it be due to a combination of practice and cultivation?

Seeing his struggle, Qin Xian'er sighed softly. “If you don't wish to speak, how can I force you? Now that I see you have the strength to protect yourself, I feel relieved.”

Lin Wanrong nodded, saying, “It's a long story, Miss Qin. But what about you, how did you come to be here?”

Qin Xian'er glanced at him, “After I went back to the well that day, I couldn't find you and was quite worried. These past few days, I've been concerned about your safety. I didn't expect you to have overcome danger already. Young Master, how did you get out initially?”

Lin Wanrong was touched, considering that Qin Xian'er, a member of the White Lotus Sect, had come to aid him, an enemy of the sect. Not only this, but she also went to great lengths to find an excuse to search for him. Her affection was truly profound.

“I was rescued by a friend that day,” Lin Wanrong replied, deliberately omitting the name of Xiao Qingxuan, knowing Qin Xian'er wasn't fond of her.

Qin Xian'er sighed suddenly, “Why hide it from me, Young Master? If I'm not wrong, your friend must be Xiao Qingxuan, isn't she?”

Lin Wanrong was taken aback, “How did you know?”

Qin Xian'er snorted, “That vixen has a very unique perfume. I recognized it once I smelled it. Upon returning to the well, I detected the same scent. If not her, then who else could it be?”

Lin Wanrong broke into a cold sweat. The unique powder Xiao Qingxuan had on was probably the jasmine perfume he had given her. It was indeed distinctive, and women were sensitive to such scents. That Qin Xian'er could identify Xiao Qingxuan from the lingering faint fragrance was a testament to a woman's imaginative power.

Seeing Lin Wanrong's surprised expression, Qin Xian'er knew she had guessed correctly. She humphed and gritted her teeth, “I knew it was that vixen. She really knows her ways, being able to find that place. When I went to save you, she sneaked behind me, opportunistically helping you escape, leaving a deeper impression on you. If such stealth and advantage-taking aren't antagonizing me, then what is it?”

Dear lord, Qin Xian'er's logic was indeed childlike, though charming. Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, “It's not as dramatic as you imagine. Qingxuan feared I would be in danger there, so she led me out. She even mentioned wanting to thank you.”

Qin Xian'er glanced at him, speaking softly, “Young Master, don't fabricate stories. If she ever thanks me, the sun would rise from the west. Humph, with her competing against me like this, I am determined to kill her.”

It was hard to recall how many times she had threatened to kill Xiao Qingxuan. Lin Wanrong had become numb to it and sighed, “Xian'er, do you really harbor such intense resentment towards Qingxuan that you're constantly thinking about killing her?”

Qin Xian'er shook her head, “Young Master, you don't understand. My Master and her Master have been adversaries for many years. She and I are naturally incompatible. Moreover, she took away my—” Her face reddened as she stole a glance at Lin Wanrong but didn't finish her sentence.

Lin Wanrong feigned confusion, “Even if your Masters are enemies, you don't need to dwell on killing her every day. I see Qingxuan treating you well, and she doesn't seem to want to kill you at every opportunity.”

Qin Xian'er smiled bitterly, “That's her hypocrisy. Both her and her Master share the same character.”

Xiao Qingxuan was Lin Wanrong's wife, so hearing Qin Xian'er speak so disrespectfully, he couldn't help but retort angrily, “Xian'er, don't randomly slander Qingxuan. She's not the person you think she is.”

Tears welled up in Qin Xian'er's eyes, and she bit her lip, “Young Master, is this how you see me? Is Xiao Qingxuan so noble in your eyes that no one can criticize her?”

Lin Wanrong thought to himself, 'She's my wife, isn't criticizing her the same as criticizing me?'

Seeing Qin Xian'er's tearful look, and considering her genuine affection towards him, he didn't have the heart to reproach her further. “Xian'er, the world doesn't revolve around killing. There are many other joyful things. For instance, us conversing and singing little tunes in Miaoyu Pavilion every day. Isn't that also pleasant?”

Qin Xian'er sighed, “Only when I'm speaking with you, Young Master, can I find such joy. If it were anyone else, they couldn't bear even a few words from me. Young Master, Xian'er is a demoness of the White Lotus Sect. This is my true nature. Do you find me repulsive because of this?”

To be honest, Qin Xian'er's character was indeed different and challenging.

Seeing Lin Wanrong silent for a long time, Qin Xian'er smiled sadly, “I know you don't like my nature. It's not innate, but the result of experiencing a tragedy.” Her tone shifted, becoming melancholic, “Young Master, if Xian'er weren't a demoness of the White Lotus Sect, but had a different identity, would you like me?”

“What identity?” Lin Wanrong asked subconsciously.

Qin Xian'er gritted her teeth, speaking softly, “For example, if I were a daughter of the Emperor, would you like me?”

“A princess?” 'Damn, stop joking around. If someone with your temperament could become a princess, then I might as well be the emperor.' Seeing Qin Xian'er's sour and bitter expression, Lin Wanrong was unsure whether she was being truthful or not. This demoness of the White Lotus Sect was truly unique.

Noticing the disbelief on his face, Qin Xian'er chuckled, “I'm just joking with you. I, as a demoness of the White Lotus Sect, oppose the imperial court. How could I possibly be the Emperor's daughter? I was only teasing you.” With that, she turned away, biting her red lips as her tears began to fall.

This lass was truly full of character, which made Lin Wanrong feel a pang of sympathy for her. He took her small hand and said, “Xian'er, don't speak like that. You're a beautiful and gentle woman, and regardless of your identity, someone would love you.”

“Really?” Qin Xian'er looked up at him, a look of surprise and delight on her face.

Lin Wanrong nodded seriously. Qin Xian'er's face turned pink, and she shyly said, “Thank you, Young Master. Then, Young Master, can you only love Xian'er?”

Lin Wanrong's face changed. Love only her? What about Qingxuan, Qiaoqiao, and Yushuang?

Qin Xian'er noticed his expression and realized it wasn't possible. A hint of anger flashed in her eyes as she whispered, “In that case, I will just kill them all. Let's see who you'll love then.”

Her voice was soft, but Lin Wanrong heard her clearly. A chill ran down his spine, and he looked at her coldly, “Miss Qin, if you insist on this, we have nothing further to discuss. If anyone dares to harm the women I love, I will make them wish for death.”

Anger surged within him, and he swung his palm, smashing a hole in the green brick wall with a punch.

Qin Xian'er was taken aback. In the few days she hadn't seen him, his skills had improved so dramatically. Seeing him become so aggressive for those women, she felt wronged, and a couple of tears fell as she asked, “Young Master, if Xian'er killed them, would you treat Xian'er like this too?”

Lin Wanrong glanced at her, “It would be the same for anyone. Xian'er, if you were hurt like this, I would also feel the same pain.”

Initially, Qin Xian'er was frightened by his intimidating demeanor. But after hearing his subsequent words, she felt a strange mix of surprise and joy, unsure whether to be happy or worried. After a long pause, she gritted her teeth and said, “Young Master, no matter what, I am determined to kill Xiao Qingxuan. When the time comes, Xian'er will die by your hand.”

This lass had truly locked horns with Xiao Qingxuan. Lin Wanrong was touched by her stubbornness, yet helpless regarding her obstinacy. Sighing, he said, “Don't speak like this. Although you hate Qingxuan now, after spending more time together, you'll see her good qualities. I feel that, despite your differing temperaments, you two could be like close sisters.”

Qin Xian'er felt both shy and delighted, thinking to herself, 'Who wants to be her sister? Only a fickle man like you could come up with such an idea.' She remained silent for a moment before asking, “Young Master, did Xiao Qingxuan teach you these martial arts skills? I can't think of any method that could have enabled you to attain such high-level skills in just two days.”

Lin Wanrong chuckled, “Well, I did indeed use some special methods.” He felt somewhat embarrassed mentioning the double cultivation technique.

Qin Xian'er was incredibly curious. What method had Xiao Qingxuan employed that turned him from a weak scholar into a martial arts master so quickly? However, as Lin Wanrong was unwilling to divulge, she could only sigh dejectedly, thinking to herself that she was still different from Xiao Qingxuan in his heart. Being naturally strong-willed, she hated losing in anything. Now, she didn't even know how her rival had won, which was quite a bitter pill to swallow.

“If I knew the method, I would certainly help the Young Master acquire these skills,” Qin Xian'er said in a low voice.

Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly. This girl was incredibly competitive, even unwilling to lose to Xiao Qingxuan in this matter.

“I know Young Master doesn't wish to discuss this with me, but whatever Xiao Qingxuan can do, I, Qin Xian'er, can certainly do as well. You must believe me, Young Master.”

Seeing her tearful eyes and genuine sincerity, Lin Wanrong felt both touched and amused. This stubborn lass didn't understand that it wasn't that he didn't want to tell her; it was the cultivation technique that was rather intimate. He wouldn't mind repeating it, but he feared she might not be willing.

He laughed heartily and took Xian'er's hand, saying, “This matter is quite private. If an opportunity presents itself in the future, we can experience it firsthand.”

On hearing this, Qin Xian'er exclaimed in surprise and delight, “Really?”

Lin Wanrong nodded seriously, while inwardly he was overjoyed. He thought to himself that this girl was quite gullible. As the demoness of the White Lotus Sect, she was usually the one deceiving others. However, she was completely disarmed when dealing with Lin Wanrong. The saying 'every creature has its nemesis' seemed apt.

After a period of silence, Qin Xian'er noticed that it was getting late. She finally gathered the courage to say, “Young Master, I sneaked out without their knowledge to find you. It's getting late, and I need to leave now.”

Lin Wanrong asked, “Where are you going?”

Qin Xian'er shook her head, “My master has summoned me back to Jining. I don't know when I'll be able to see Young Master again.”

Lin Wanrong heaved a sigh of relief. Finally, this troublesome girl was leaving. Who knew when she might act on a whim and try to kill Yushuang and Qiaoqiao? However, due to her deep affection, he couldn't hit or scold her, leaving him in quite a predicament. Now that she was leaving, it would give Lin Wanrong some time to figure out a solution.

Qin Xian'er sighed softly, pulling out a small, black object about the size of a bamboo tube from her bosom. In a gentle voice, she said, “Initially, I was worried about Young Master without martial arts skills, fearing that you might face a disaster like last time. I specifically found this for you as a gift. I didn't expect that you would now become a martial arts master who can compete with the best. It seems my thoughts were in vain.”

Hearing Qin Xian'er praise him as a top-notch expert, Lin Wanrong thought to himself, this girl's skills were comparable to Qingxuan's. If she said as much, his martial arts must not be lacking. However, he was rather curious. This dark object that Qin Xian'er had gone to great lengths to collect, what on earth was it that made her treat it so seriously?

“What is this?” Lin Wanrong asked.

A slight smile appeared on Qin Xian'er's face. She opened the black tube to reveal hundreds of densely packed silver needles inside, their tips gleaming with a blue light. It was apparent they had been coated in poison. She said with a smile, “This is called a Bee Needle, specially designed to penetrate the aura of expert martial artists. Just pull this small mechanism, and hundreds of bee needles can shoot out, catching people off guard. The poison on this needle is something I personally concocted. Without the unique antidote, anyone touched by it would die.”

“I want it, I want it,” Lin Wanrong immediately declared loudly. 'Damn, with such a great tool, only a fool wouldn't want it.' His own martial arts were not weak, yet he lacked any sense of responsibility as an expert martial artist. Anything that was beneficial to him, be it poison needles or firearms, he would take it all.

The poison needles that Qin Xian'er had created were tools for sneak attacks and incredibly toxic. Real experts would definitely disdain to use such methods. Yet Lin Wanrong was an exception. He welcomed anything that was advantageous to him.

A smile spread across Qin Xian'er's face, and she said with joy, “Young Master, do you really want this? Aren't you afraid people will say you're ruthless?” She was the Demoness of the White Lotus, used to being criticized, so naturally she felt elated when Lin Wanrong so readily accepted her gift.

'Damn it, I fear I'm not ruthless enough,' Lin Wanrong thought, feeling for the first time a sense of kinship with this demoness. He laughed and said, “Martial arts are used for killing, and so is this poison needle. There is no difference between the two. Besides, this is a token of your affection, Xian'er. How could I reject it?”

Qin Xian'er blushed, saying with a shy smile, “Young Master, you are so kind to me.” Lin Wanrong benefited but also managed to earn Qin Xian'er's deep gratitude. He really knew how to make a good deal.

Qin Xian'er handed the poison needles to Lin Wanrong and taught him how to use them. Lin Wanrong, moved, took advantage of the moment to hold Qin Xian'er's hand, stroking it delicately as he said in his carefree manner, “Xian'er, why don't you stay today? The method to use these needles is too complex. Let's find an inn, where you can teach me properly. I can also detail my cultivation process for you—”

Qin Xian'er blushed to her ears, gave him a deep look, bit her lip, and like a light leaf, she drifted off into the distance.

“Once I've killed Xiao Qingxuan, Xian'er will devote everything to you, Young Master,” Qin Xian'er's shy yet joyous murmur echoed in the wind. The words fell on Lin Wanrong's ears, sending a chill from the top of his head down to his toes.

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