“What’s wrong, Ye? What are you thinking about?” Yan Rumei asked curiously when she saw Ye Wushuang deep in thought and not responding.
“I’m just wondering how they managed to evade the eyes of the ghosts and escape from the bottom of Juexin Cliff,” Ye Wushuang replied calmly.
“Maybe they took a route we don’t know about! After all, we’re not familiar with the terrain of Juexin Cliff,” Yan Rumei said indifferently.
After all, those people on the other side were not ordinary.
If they couldn’t evade the ghosts’ detection, that would be surprising to Yan Rumei!
Hearing Yan Rumei’s words, Ye Wushuang stopped thinking about it and walked towards Meng Xiaoyu’s room.
When she reached Meng Xiaoyu’s resting room, Ye Wushuang gently pushed the door open.
Seeing the wide-open door, Ye Wushuang slightly curled her lips.
“Is Xiaoyu welcoming me? She didn’t even lock the door?” (Actually, Meng Xiaoyu just fell asleep, so she didn’t lock the door.)
As she entered the guest room, Ye Wushuang saw Meng Xiaoyu sleeping soundly, hugging a quilt.
“Ye, what are you looking at? So engrossed?” Yan Rumei, who followed, saw Ye Wushuang standing still, staring ahead with a smile on her lips.
Ye Wushuang didn’t answer Yan Rumei but walked to the bedside where Meng Xiaoyu was sleeping.
Yan Rumei also saw Meng Xiaoyu sleeping on the bed, and a knowing look flashed in her eyes.
Ye Wushuang walked to Meng Xiaoyu’s bedside, bent down, and picked up the sleeping Meng Xiaoyu.
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu just nuzzle her head in her arms and fall back asleep, Ye Wushuang’s smile grew wider.
“Ye, what are you doing?” Yan Rumei asked curiously when she saw Ye Wushuang carrying the sleeping Meng Xiaoyu and about to leave the room.
“Taking her back to the Asura Hall,” Ye Wushuang said calmly.
“What? Are you crazy? There are only the two of us in this town, and the other subordinates have been sent elsewhere.
They won’t be back anytime soon!” Yan Rumei looked at Ye Wushuang in disbelief.
“So what?” Ye Wushuang glanced at Yan Rumei indifferently.
“So what?” Yan Rumei raised her voice slightly, hearing Ye Wushuang’s indifferent tone.
“Do you think with just the two of us, we can successfully take this little thing back to the Asura Hall? Do you think those women are easy to deal with?” Yan Rumei’s voice grew louder, completely forgetting that the rooms next door were occupied by Han Rubing and her group.
She was so angry at Ye Wushuang’s reckless actions that she lost her head.
Yan Rumei’s loud voice startled Han Rubing and the others in the neighboring rooms and almost woke the sleeping Meng Xiaoyu.
Seeing Meng Xiaoyu’s slightly furrowed brows and her eyes about to open, Yan Rumei quickly moved in front of Ye Wushuang and tapped a few acupoints on Meng Xiaoyu’s body.
When Meng Xiaoyu’s head tilted and she fell back asleep, Yan Rumei breathed a sigh of relief and explained under Ye Wushuang’s dissatisfied gaze, “Don’t worry, I just tapped her sleep acupoint.”
Hearing Yan Rumei’s explanation, Ye Wushuang was speechless.
She knew Yan Rumei had only tapped Xiaoyu’s sleep acupoint.
What she wanted to know was why Yan Rumei did it, preventing Xiaoyu from waking up.
As if reading Ye Wushuang’s mind, Yan Rumei spoke again, “Do you think if this little thing wakes up now, you can still take her back to the Asura Hall? Don’t forget, she’s with those women.”
Although not satisfied with Yan Rumei’s explanation, Ye Wushuang knew that if Xiaoyu woke up now, she wouldn’t obediently follow her to the Asura Hall.
So, although Ye Wushuang wasn’t happy with Yan Rumei’s reasoning, she didn’t oppose it.
She just held the sleeping Meng Xiaoyu and turned to jump out of a window in the room.
Yan Rumei’s voice had been loud, and she was sure Han Rubing and the others had heard it, so leaving through the door was impossible.
The only option was the window.
Seeing Ye Wushuang holding Meng Xiaoyu and jumping out of the window, Yan Rumei didn’t hesitate and followed Ye Wushuang out of the window.
However, to their surprise, someone was already waiting below.
Looking at the two who jumped out of the window with Xiaoyu in their arms, Han Rushuang’s eyes were cold.
“Put Xiaoyu down,” she said, pointing her sword at Ye Wushuang and Yan Rumei.
Ye Wushuang ignored Han Rushuang’s words, tightening her hold on Meng Xiaoyu and staring at Han Rushuang.
Yan Rumei, however, laughed, “Isn’t this the famous second palace master of the Chaoyue Palace, Miss Han Rushuang? Why is the second palace master blocking our way?” Although Yan Rumei spoke like this, her right hand was already on the golden silk whip at her waist.
Taking advantage of Han Rushuang’s focus on Ye Wushuang, she quickly drew the whip and lashed it towards Han Rushuang.
Han Rushuang, who had been watching the unconscious Meng Xiaoyu in Ye Wushuang’s arms, immediately dodged when she saw the whip coming at her.
But before she could counterattack, Yan Rumei’s arm moved quickly, and the whip danced, creating a series of fierce whip flowers aimed at Han Rushuang.
Caught off guard and with Yan Rumei having the upper hand, Han Rushuang could only defend with her sword, unable to counterattack.
Ye Wushuang, holding Meng Xiaoyu, watched the two quickly entangle in a fight, a smile on her lips.
She nodded towards Yan Rumei and was about to leave with Meng Xiaoyu.
She knew this was the best time to leave and that Yan Rumei had acted quickly to hold off Han Rushuang.
Ye Wushuang was confident in Yan Rumei’s skills.
After all, as the vice-master of the Asura Hall, feared by all in Jianghu, the title ‘Phantom Rakshasa’ was well-earned.
However, before Ye Wushuang could use her Light Skill to leave, someone blocked her path.
“Where do you think you’re taking my wife?” Ling Yuer stood in front of Ye Wushuang, arms crossed, looking displeased.
“None of your business,” Ye Wushuang said coldly, kicking towards Ling Yuer.
“How is it not my business?” Ling Yuer dodged Ye Wushuang’s fierce kick, her temper flaring.
“You want to take my wife and say it’s none of my business?” Concerned about Meng Xiaoyu in Ye Wushuang’s arms, Ling Yuer didn’t dare fight back, only dodging Ye Wushuang’s attacks.
While Ye Wushuang and Ling Yuer were engaged in a back-and-forth, Yan Rumei was fighting Han Rushuang and the newly joined Han Rubing sisters.
Yan Rumei’s martial arts were indeed impressive.
Her right hand wielded the whip swiftly, creating a flurry of whip shadows that not only blocked the sisters’ attacks but also prevented them from reaching Ye Wushuang to reclaim Meng Xiaoyu.
With another whip strike aimed at Han Rushuang, who tried to leave the fight, Yan Rumei taunted, “We haven’t settled this yet, and you want to leave?”
Blocking the swift whip strike with her sword, Han Rushuang’s expression grew colder.
She looked at the enchanting woman before her, lips tightly pressed, then suddenly changed her sword technique, attacking Yan Rumei.
Han Rubing also changed her sword technique, her ‘Condensed Ice Sword’ moving swiftly to entangle Yan Rumei’s whip, a seductive smile on her lips.
Seeing the sisters suddenly change tactics, Yan Rumei was startled and tried to retrieve her whip for defense.
However, Han Rubing had already entangled it with her sword, and Han Rushuang’s fierce sword was coming straight at her.
Realizing the sisters were going all out, Yan Rumei dropped her playful smile, quickly drawing a narrow, thin sword from somewhere on her body to block Han Rushuang’s attack.
“The Cicada Wing Sword,” Han Rushuang exclaimed, even her usually cold demeanor showing surprise.
“Oh? You have quite the knowledge, recognizing this rare weapon from Jianghu,” Yan Rumei teased, seeing Han Rushuang’s surprised expression.
“The sword is good, but can you wield its power?” Han Rubing spoke.
“Ha, whether I can wield its power, you’ll have to see for yourselves,” Yan Rumei laughed, her right hand forcefully retrieving the whip entangled by Han Rubing’s sword.
With a flick of her wrist, the whip seemed to come alive, striking towards Han Rubing, while her left hand wielding the Cicada Wing Sword slashed towards Han Rushuang.
