Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Her nickname is Nian Nian, what, she didn’t tell you?

“Before he left, he repeatedly told me to take good care of you, to let you grow up carefree.”

Sang Qiyan raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, then gently placed it on top of Sang Nian’s head:

“I raised you with my own hands. In my heart, you are my only relative in this world.”

“Brother won’t harm you. Stay here, let brother continue to protect you.”

There was too much information in these words, Sang Nian’s thoughts were a little chaotic, so she just picked the simplest question:

“What’s my mother’s name?”

Sang Qiyan shook his head: “I don’t know.”

“Then who killed her, did father ever say?”

Sang Qiyan pondered for a moment, then shook his head again:

“Father didn’t know either. Your mother didn’t leave any words when she passed away. Maybe she didn’t have time to say anything.”

He hesitated for a moment, then continued:

“Cultivators in the cultivation world are like fish in the river, and there are many who have grudges against each other. Whether it’s killing or being killed, it’s very common.”

Sang Nian silently made a note of this in her heart, guessing why Sang Qiyan was so determined to stop her from leaving:

“Are you worried that my mother’s enemies will target me?”

Sang Qiyan said: “Few people know your true identity. But what if? I can still protect you in Qingzhou, but if you go elsewhere, I might not be able to reach you in time.”

Sang Nian also thought this was a problem. Now that the plot had collapsed like this, it was hard to say if anything unexpected would happen.

However, if she couldn’t leave, and Xie Chenzhou went to the Xiaoyao sect by himself, how would she conquer him?

Or should she just keep him here too?

But she had promised him before that she would let him leave…

“I’ll think about this carefully.” She got up to leave, “Brother, I’m going back to the Stringed Melody Pavilion.”

Sang Qiyan watched her leave, sighed slightly, and put his hand on his forehead.

Outside the Stringed Melody Pavilion.

The sun was bright, Xie Chenzhou sat in the courtyard on a stone bench, reading a book.

Someone passed by, saw his figure, stopped, and shouted at him:

“Hey, you white-faced guy.”

Xie Chenzhou didn’t look up, he continued reading, as if he hadn’t heard.

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Chu Yao walked over in large strides, snatched his book:

“I’m talking to you, didn’t you hear?”

Xie Chenzhou gave her a cold look, “Give it back to me.”

Su Xueyin chased after her in small steps:

“Senior Sister, I’ve told you many times, don’t call Mr. Xie like that. Quickly return the book to him.”

Chu Yao casually “oh”-ed, and said to Xie Chenzhou:

“Don’t read anymore, go pack your things. We have to leave early tomorrow morning.”

Xie Chenzhou twitched his lips: “What does it matter to me if you leave?”

“Oh right, you don’t know,” Chu Yao sat down with her legs crossed, flipping through his book casually, “Sang Nian wants to take you with us to the Xiaoyao sect.”

Xie Chenzhou frowned: “Sang Nian?”

Chu Yao: “Her nickname is Nian Nian. She insists that we call her Sang Nian. What, she hasn’t asked you to call her that?”

Xie Chenzhou: “No.”

“Then it seems like your relationship is pretty ordinary.” Chu Yao said casually, “Only close people will let the other person call them by their nickname.”

Xie Chenzhou gave a “hmph”:

“It’s just a name.”

Chu Yao was about to say more, but Su Xueyin, afraid that she would say the wrong thing and offend Xie Chenzhou, pulled her away with a smile.

Chu Yao struggled to turn her head back:

“Hey, you, remember to pack your things, otherwise we won’t wait for you tomorrow. Time waits for no man.”

Xie Chenzhou fell into deep thought, propping his chin with one hand, the other resting on the table, his fingertips tapping rhythmically on the stone table.

This was this the chance to leave that she had mentioned?

He repeated the name Xiaoyao sect several times, intrigued.

The Xiaoyao sect in the Three Sects and One Palace, it should be quite interesting.

If he went there, it wouldn’t be bad.

A hoarse bird call came from the sky.

He looked up, a crow circling in the air.

Then, it folded its wings and landed on the table, nodding to him.

“Young Master,” it used a secret voice transmission, “Your subordinates have already made all the arrangements. As soon as you leave Qingzhou, we will act. We will make sure that no one is left alive here.”

Xie Chenzhou looked down at it, smiling slightly: “I don’t remember asking you to do these unnecessary things.”

The crow trembled: “Young Master, forgive me! Your subordinates heard that you were bullied here, and wanted to avenge you.”

Before Xie Chenzhou could speak, another crow flew over, “Young Master, the trick we set up on the spirit stone mining artifact has been discovered.”

“Sang Qiyan has become smarter.” Xie Chenzhou sneered.

“It wasn’t him who figured it out, it was Sang Yunling.” The second crow said, “She went to Sang Qiyan, and then he called the people from the Artifact Refinement Hall.”

That idiot?

Xie Chenzhou’s beautiful eyes narrowed, his lips slightly curled, “Interesting.”

The two crows on the table saw this gentle smile and shivered at the same time.

“Young Master, spare us!” They trembled.

Xie Chenzhou’s fingertips lit up with a faint light, he lazily said:

“I don’t want to spare you.”

The two birds shook like sieves: “Please, Young Master, give your subordinates a chance to redeem themselves! We are willing to do anything!”

Xie Chenzhou paused, retracted his hand, pondered for a few seconds, then said:

“The matter of destroying the city will be put on hold for now. You two will follow Sang Yunling from now on. I want to know everything about her, every move she makes, at any time, at any place.”

“Yes!!”

“Get lost.”

The two crows flapped their wings and flew away, perching on a nearby branch to catch their breath.

Suddenly, a small yellow parrot landed beside them, its round eyes staring at them, its gaze particularly complex.

The two crows were afraid of being seen through, they didn’t dare to move, and cold sweat poured down their faces.

Finally, the parrot shook its head and sighed:

“It’s really ugly.”

“…”

It fluffed its bright feathers in front of them, proudly turned around, then spread its wings and flew away.

The two members of the Shura Palace who had transformed into crows: “.”

It felt like they had been insulted.

Not sure, let’s see.