[The Allure of Martial Soul] Chapter Two: Restless Heart

Meanwhile, Qin Sidao thought to himself, "Luckily," and with a flick of his sleeve, he dashed away like the wind. As soon as he left
the palace, he used his lightness skill, his feet moving with the swiftness of flowing clouds, and his figure disappeared into a tangled forest on Blind Intestine Mountain in front of the palace.
Although Blind Intestine Mountain was full of rocks, Qin Sidao relied on his refined internal energy, moving with lightning speed, almost as if entering a deserted
place, and in the blink of an eye, he had already covered quite a distance outside the forest.
Qin Sidao walked swiftly for a long time before finally releasing the pent-up emotions that had been surging within him. He stared blankly into the distance,
sighed softly, and muttered to himself, "I can't stand it. What kind of righteous people are these? They do such
shameful things. Where is their dignity?"
After his sigh, he continued, "And my fellow disciples are really something too. They're so disrespectful and follow
the crowd. I originally wanted to see what the world-renowned Cold Moon Palace was really like, but now it seems nothing
special. If I had known this, I would have stayed in the sect and cultivated diligently, rather than drinking and making merry with them."
As he spoke, he extended his index and middle fingers, took out a broken blade from his robes, and examined it closely. After
a long while, he suddenly smiled, bent his two fingers, and flicked the broken blade away with a "whoosh."
The broken blade, with a sharp, piercing sound, pierced the air and then embedded itself firmly in a large, ancient tree ten meters away .
At first glance, it appeared as if the entire broken blade was embedded within it, demonstrating extremely profound internal force.
Qin Sidao shook his head, still chuckling, "Still not deep enough. These past ten years of internal martial arts training
have been a waste." As he spoke, his mind was still replaying the thrilling scene from just moments before.
It turned out that Zhang Siwu, seeing the fierce-looking man draw his sword and attack, was filled with shock and anger. He showed no mercy, unleashing
his signature move: a flick of his left hand while his right hand silently drew his hidden sword. His hidden sword technique was incredibly swift; to onlookers,
it was merely a movement, impossible for an ordinary martial artist to detect. Zhang Siwu, arrogant and self-important,
had intended to display his prowess in front of everyone. However, as soon as he finished wielding his right sleeve sword and raised his left, Yue Wudai and Zhu Qingtian
simultaneously feigned drinking,
each channeling a burst of hidden energy into his hand. While they appeared to attack at the same time, their hidden energies were directed opposite directions. Yue Wudai's energy
neutralized Zhang Siwu's Dingkun Jieshou, while Zhu Qingtian's powerful hidden energy sent the broken blade flying
. Qin Sidao, seeing the broken blade hurtling towards his face at an almost invisible speed,
was greatly alarmed. Without hesitation, he skillfully used a flick of his wrist to retrieve the broken blade into his sleeve.
For over a decade, he had secluded himself in the mountains, receiving the complete instruction of his Kunwu Sect master, cultivating a high level of internal strength.
However, despite his high cultivation, he was quite reserved and patient. He didn't dwell on the matter further; his thoughts
were only on the fact that while the Cold Moon Palace Master appeared hypocritical, he truly possessed exceptional, unassuming
martial arts skills, making him a worthy leader of the Cold Moon Palace.
Qin Sidao shook his head and sighed, looking up at the dark night with
flickering lights in the distance. Curious, he thought, "Strange, someone lives in this remote place.
I'll go investigate."
He stepped forward, but was soon blocked by two thick branches, from which light burst forth,
revealing several strands of pale golden light that shone brightly. Qin Sidao's curiosity was even
greater than before, so he stepped forward, parted the branches and leaves, and peered out.
What he saw startled him. Before him stood over twenty long Kongming lanterns, shining brightly in the air. Each lantern was
connected by a long white rope, forming a semi-circle. Beneath the lantern shades hung strings of strangely shaped
metal objects, emitting a faint golden glow, which swayed in the gentle breeze, producing melodious sounds.
Strangely enough, those oddly shaped metal objects, which had only swayed slightly in the wind moments before,
began to pulsate loudly as soon as Qin Sidao approached. Sometimes they resembled flowing water, sometimes a gentle stream, sometimes surging to great
heights, sometimes contracting, sometimes flowing freely—a vibrant and melodious sound.
Qin Sidao was captivated by the monster, listening with rapt attention, when suddenly the metallic sounds stopped.
A clear, delicate voice came from behind him: "Young master, how was my rendition of this half of the new Qinhuai tune?"
Qin Sidao was startled and quickly turned to see a beautiful
young woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was instantly smitten, his heart fluttering.
The young woman, startled by his sudden turn, initially wanted to flee, but then she saw a young
man standing before her—a robust and muscular man with a strikingly handsome, pale face. His eyes, like
black ink, radiated a striking heroic aura; he was elegant and refined, truly extraordinary. She was also taken aback,
secretly praising, "What a handsome young man! If this is the one the Palace Master entrusted to me, then I haven't wasted my time."
"Hmm, young...sir?" the pretty young woman called softly, but seeing the handsome young man's bright eyes
still fixed on her, her face flushed slightly, and she thought to herself with disappointment, "Are all men
like this?"
Qin Sidao, captivated by his beauty, only snapped out of his daze when she called him, and repeatedly bowed, saying, "This junior has been
rude, this junior has been rude, please forgive me, young lady."
The pretty young woman also composed herself and gracefully returned his bow, saying, "Young master, you flatter me, how could I dare
to trouble "Please excuse my rudeness, young master. It was I who was impolite just now."
Qin Sidao waved his hand and said, "Miss, you are extremely beautiful, with a graceful and extraordinary appearance. When I first saw
you, I was momentarily captivated by your beauty."
The pretty young woman knew that he was just being manly and had no good intentions, but for some reason, she suddenly felt a
sweetness in her heart, her cheeks flushed, and she whispered in a voice barely above a whisper, "Young master, your words... are so direct
..." She lowered her head slightly and murmured indistinctly for a while.
While she was talking to herself in a soft, babbling voice, Qin Sidao's mind was not on her. He
pointed to a string of lanterns in front of him and asked softly, "Miss, was the music played by those strange objects just now
?"
When the pretty young woman saw him pointing to a red lantern and asking her, she quickly raised her head and replied, "The music just now was indeed..."
"The instrument I'm playing, the one you're pointing to, is a 'Wind Horn Zither' created by my predecessor. Its music
is truly like a spring breeze and gentle rain, the sound of raindrops pattering."
"Look," the beautiful young woman said, extending a slender, delicate hand. Between her two long, white fingers, she held several
thin, almost transparent silk threads, waving them in front of him.
A series of tinkling sounds filled his ears, incredibly beautiful. He was immediately captivated and said, "
May I borrow those threads, young lady
, to try them out?" The pretty young woman smiled slightly and nodded in agreement. Qin Sidao eagerly took them. He inadvertently touched
the young woman's palm, feeling its warmth like jade. His heart fluttered slightly, and he almost
dropped the few thin threads.
Fortunately, the pretty young woman was quick-witted. Seeing his fingers tremble, she immediately sensed his thoughts and quickly took his hand
, steadying it. She said sweetly, "Young master, you must hold on tight. If you don't handle these few control threads
properly, all these dozens of lanterns will be in chaos." As she spoke, her beautiful eyes
glanced at Qin Sidao, seemingly unintentionally.
"I understand, I understand, young lady, you can rest assured." Qin Sidao, disturbed by her gaze,
had completely lost his earlier curiosity. His mind was now only on her captivating eyes. He held the few
control threads in his hands, pulling them haphazardly, his mind already far away.
The pretty young woman, finding the sound chaotic, also felt uncomfortable. She tugged at Qin Sidao's sleeve and
whispered, "Young master? Young master Qin?"
"Oh no! I've been daydreaming again!" Qin Sidao realized his mistake and quickly replied, "Um... Miss
... What? What did you call me?"
The pretty girl inwardly cried out in dismay. She had inadvertently called out his real name. Her
mind raced. Since Qin Sidao had noticed her mistake, she simply confessed, "Of course I was calling you Young Master Qin
."
Qin Sidao looked puzzled and asked, "I don't know you at all, Miss. How do you know my
name?"
The pretty girl smiled and said, "Young Master Qin is so handsome, and you just showed off
your skills in the Cold Moon Palace. I certainly wouldn't forget it. I've kept it firmly in my heart."
Qin Sidao's expression changed slightly upon hearing this. He said in a hoarse voice, "Were you also in the Cold Moon Palace just now?" A wave of bitterness washed over
him. Such a beautiful and kind person had actually done such a despicable thing.
The pretty young girl shook her head and said, "Young Master Qin, you overthink it. I wasn't in the palace
just now." Qin Sidao had originally planned to rescue the girl from this brothel no matter what, lest a
young girl in the prime of her life be defiled by such people. Hearing this, he felt slightly relieved and asked gently, "Is your father , Miss,
the Palace Master?" The pretty young girl quickly shook her head and said, "Young Master Qin, you've guessed wrong. I was born of lowly birth, merely 　　a lowly maidservant
under the Palace Master ." 　　 Qin Sidao had witnessed everything Zhu Qingtian had done in the Cold Moon Palace. Hearing the girl's 　　words, his heart was filled with apprehension. His heart leaped again, and he hurriedly asked, "Miss, has Zhu Qingtian mistreated 　　you?" 　　 The pretty young woman knew perfectly well that all she needed to do was play along and seduce the handsome young man before her to 　　complete the task assigned to her by the Palace Master. However, upon hearing his words, she 　　felt a lump in her throat and an indescribable sorrow welled up in her heart. She forced back her tears and smiled sweetly, "Young Master Qin, please rest assured, Palace Master Zhu 　　has treated me very well, and he has never...never mistreated me." 　　 With a forced smile, she took the silk string from Qin Sidao and began to pluck, strum, and strum, playing a melancholic melody. 　　However, this piece was not as melodious and moving as before; a hint of sorrow and melancholy permeated the tune 　　. 　　 Qin Sidao felt a pang of sorrow as he listened to the music. His gaze fixed on the beautiful young woman, he slowly said, "Miss, you 　　don't seem happy." 　　 A tear seemed to glisten at the corner of the young woman's eye. She quickly grabbed the silk thread in her hand, 　　shoved it into Qin Sidao's grasp, and turned to run away. 　　 Seeing her hasty departure, Qin Sidao felt a sudden emptiness in his heart. He immediately called out loudly, "Miss, if you 　　need any help, please come to the Kunwu Sect and find me, Qin Sidao, Miss..." 　　 The beautiful young woman stopped at his voice. Her slender, chiseled shoulders heaved for a moment, then she suddenly 　　turned back, smiled sweetly, and said, "Young Master Qin, thank you!" Without looking back, she vanished into the forest in an instant 　　. 　　 Qin Sidao stared blankly in the direction where the girl's figure disappeared, a sense of loss washing over him. He stood there for a long time, then suddenly slapped 　　his forehead and exclaimed, "Oh dear, I completely forgot to ask her name!" With that, he took off after her, taking only a few steps. 　　 (To be continued)

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