Chương 140: Revealing the Face
Finally, Mo Qingkuang and Zheng Tao reached an agreement to sell the printing rights of the Heavenly grade technique, Withering and Flourishing Sutra, for three thousand points.
As Mo Qingkuang walked down Star Pavilion with a contented smile and six thousand points in hand, Zheng Tao beamed as he held the freshly written 'Withering and Flourishing Sutra,' with the ink still wet.
"Come," Zheng Tao called out. A servant entered from outside the door.
Wu Ming was still recuperating and wasn't available to serve.
Zheng Tao handed the Withering and Flourishing Sutra to the servant. "Take this to the external affairs office and set the price at ten thousand points."
"Understood."
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Mo Qingkuang descended the mountain and went to Han Yan's residence.
"Yan'er, I'm going to seclude myself for another year," Mo Qingkuang said with some guilt.
Last time, he had gone into seclusion for three months without saying a word, which had angered Han Yan to the point where she didn't speak to him for a while.
This time, Mo Qingkuang thought it would be better to tell her in advance. After all, their relationship had become widely known after the incident at Fallen Leaf King's Tomb, and Han Yan was practically his fiancée now.
To his surprise, Han Yan showed no signs of reluctance or disappointment this time.
She wasn't the type to wish her lover would always stay by her side; she admired the strong.
In Mo Fan's original setting, she fell in love with Lin Yang because he was strong enough.
Han Yan supported Mo Qingkuang's decision to seclude himself to enhance his strength. His future was bright and vast. The only reason she had been angry last time was that Mo Qingkuang hadn't considered her feelings.
This time, Mo Qingkuang specifically came to inform her, which made Han Yan very happy.
She nodded obediently. "Yes, I'm also planning to go into seclusion."
Mo Qingkuang was taken aback. "You're also going into seclusion?"
Han Yan nodded, gazing deeply at Mo Qingkuang, her beautiful eyes quickly filling with tears. "Yes, my strength is too weak. In the future, I'll only hold you back."
"I'll protect you," Mo Qingkuang shook his head. Seeing Han Yan so sad, he felt heartbroken.
He reached out to wipe away the tears forming at the corners of Han Yan's eyes but hesitated, feeling embarrassed to touch her delicate face.
Not everyone had an ancestor like his to protect them. Han Yan's talent was originally even better than his.
Because of Mo Fan, Mo Qingkuang's current strength was such that even ten Han Yan wouldn't be his match.
Han Yan took Mo Qingkuang's hand, which had stopped mid-air, and placed it on her face. The soft touch and the slight dampness unsettled Mo Qingkuang.
"You're already a seventh-rank martial master, and I'm only second-rank. Now that you've a Wind Spirit Body, the gap between us will only widen."
"The other day, when I heard Fallen Leaf King ordered to kill you, I wished so much that I could die with you."
"But I didn't. I didn't even dare to enter Fallen Leaf King's Tomb because I knew I would only distract you. My strength is not enough to help you at all."
"I could only wait outside for news of you. When I heard that you and ten disciples from Yuan Sword Sect were trapped at the end, I feared you might be killed by them!"
"You love to play tricks so much that I worried you'd tease them and make a mistake, leading to a disaster." Han Yan's tears continued to fall, wetting Mo Qingkuang's hand. But as she recalled Mo Qingkuang's past antics, a small smile appeared.
Mo Qingkuang, seeing Han Yan looking so sorrowful, was about to comfort her but was interrupted.
"Listen to me first," Han Yan said.
"Later, when I heard that Lin Yang had come out, my world went dark. You and Lin Yang are mortal enemies. If he came out alive, then you..."
"At that moment, I thought, I can't die yet. I have to avenge you! One day, I'll tear Lin Yang apart and flatten Yuan Sword Sect!"
"Fortunately, you came back! The moment I saw you, my world regained its color. Only then did I realize how important you are to me."
"Then the Sword Emperor appeared, such a powerful presence! We couldn't resist even a glance from him!"
"When he walked toward you, saying he would take you away, I hated my powerlessness once again! I couldn't help you at all. In the eyes of a true strongman, my so-called princess title is worthless!"
"If Principal Fu hadn't arrived in time, I would have had to watch you be taken away. Considering your relationship with Yuan Sword Sect, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"
"The path of cultivation is difficult and dangerous. I just want to keep up with you, to see the stars and the sea with you, and to have the strength to protect our country!"
Han Yan confessed tearfully, soaking her veil and Mo Qingkuang's hand.
For the first time, Mo Qingkuang felt the weight of a girl's feelings.
He embraced Han Yan, experiencing a sense of responsibility he had never felt in his sixteen years.
This girl had given her heart to him; he couldn't let her down no matter what!
Mo Qingkuang sighed softly, "Yan'er, I'm not worthy..."
At the same time, he sighed inwardly.
At first, Mo Qingkuang approached Han Yan at the Flower Plucking King's Tomb to establish a foothold in the capital, to have a way into the upper echelons of the capital's society.
Later, he won first place in the martial arts examination, using her national honor to coerce her into getting the Thousand Years Cold Jade for his revenge.
This girl foolishly asked for it on his behalf.
As they went through assassination attempts together, Mo Qingkuang gradually realized he started to care about her.
Initially, his approach was all part of his ancestor Mo Fan's planned strategy.
But as this girl became more sincere and caring towards him, Mo Qingkuang found himself falling for her too. He had to admit, he loved this girl whose full appearance he had never seen.
Even if Han Yan removed her mask now and turned out not to be as beautiful as the rumors said, he would still be unwavering.
"It's not about whether it's worth it or not, it's about whether you're willing," Han Yan murmured, listening to Mo Qingkuang's heartbeat.
"It's not about whether it's worth it or not, it's about whether you're willing," Mo Qingkuang repeated her words softly, then suddenly, with a resolute look, he said, "Yan'er, I promise I will never let you down in the future!"
After a while of tenderness between them, Mo Qingkuang forced himself to leave.
He had many things to do, and he needed to complete the tasks assigned by Mo Fan as quickly as possible.
In the Yuan Sword Sect, he had a lifelong enemy who was trying everything to surpass him, even though he finally had a slight advantage now.
"Wait."
Just as Mo Qingkuang was about to open the door and leave, Han Yan called out to him.
"Do you want to know what I really look like?" Han Yan asked shyly.
From the first time Mo Qingkuang met Han Yan, he knew that her appearance was only for her future husband to see. Now, by asking him this, she was entrusting her future to him.
"I'm willing," Mo Qingkuang said. He didn't say "I want to" because he believed that "I'm willing" better expressed his seriousness about this trust.
Sure enough, upon hearing Mo Qingkuang's "I'm willing," Han Yan's eyes reddened once again.
She slowly raised her delicate hand and fumbled behind her ear, letting her veil gently drift away with the wind.
A stunningly exquisite and breathtakingly beautiful face appeared before Mo Qingkuang.
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