15 Lending a Hand

"Don't be ridiculous. You have to help that girl," Mo Fan told his descendant when he saw that Han Yan'er was at a disadvantage.

Han Yan'er was the Ninth Princess of the Tianxuan Imperial Clan. She was beautiful, and talented, and was one of the best among the younger generation of the Imperial Clan.

In Mo Fan's plot, Lin Yang snatched the Bottle-Breaking Pill that she was fighting with Song Qian over in the Flower King Mausoleum, leaving a deep impression on her.

In the following grand competition of the Four Sects, Lin Yang left the dust behind, and Han Yan'er lost to him again. Girls were born to worship the strong.

Now, he had instructed Mo Qingkuang to seek refuge with the Imperial Clan. They had no choice but to help this little girl. In the future, she would have someone to back her up when she went to the Central Plains.

When he heard this, Mo Qingkuang looked over. Han Yan'er was already at a huge disadvantage. She had a water attribute cultivation technique, and her attacks were soft and she lacked strength.

Song Qian's cultivation base was one level higher than hers, and he cultivated a defensive and honest earth attribute cultivation technique. Han Yan'er did not pose a threat to him.

At that moment, after fighting for so long, she was exhausted and was forced to retreat by Song Qian.

Mo Qingkuang was not stupid, but he was too lazy to think. Now that he had his ancestor's guidance, he was even less inclined to try to think for himself. Whatever his ancestor told him to do, it must be right!

He immediately decided to do as he was told. Before he left, he glanced at Zhong Nian and said, "I'm going to fight. Keep a lookout for the rankings!"

"Friend, I'm just warning you out of kindness, you can't mess with Song Qian and Han Yan'er!" Zhong Nian shouted from behind, "Also, what's your name? Maybe I can rank you!"

"Kuang Qing!"

Kuang Qing was the alias that Mo Qingkuang had prepared. The characters were a homonym for "Qingkuang". He had to have a name when he was outside.

He activated his Wild Wind Falling Leaf technique, and green light gathered under his feet, increasing his speed!

He passed through the intense battle in the main hall without any obstacles and headed straight for Song Qian and Han Yan'er.

"True Qi Possession? Is he also a Martial Master? He's so fast!" Zhong Nian was shocked when he saw this. Where did this person come from? Why haven't I heard of him before?"

"Aiya, I told you not to go to those two people, but you still went! How could an itinerant martial master compare to a professional martial master?" Seeing Mo Qingkuang heading straight for the place where Song Qian and Han Yan'er were fighting, Zhong Nian couldn't help but feel anxious.

Mo Qingkuang shuttled through the battlefield, moving with ease, but these messy and dense attacks were unable to hurt him in the slightest.

"Hey, wait a minute. Did you see a figure flash past just now?" One of the disciples from the Origin Sword Sect suddenly stopped the disciple from the Central Province who was about to stab him.

The disciple from the Central Plains unconsciously slowed down. He looked left and right and asked in confusion, "No, I didn't."

The disciples of the Origin Sword Sect also frowned in puzzlement, "If there's no one, then there's no one. Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me. Let's continue! Watch your sword!"

"F*ck, shameless! If you hadn't shouted for me to stop just now, my sword would have already hit you!"

"That's because you're stupid!"

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"Ninth Princess, I heard that whoever can take off your veil will be given the honor to hold your hand in marriage?" Song Qian chuckled as he gradually forced Han Yan'er into a desperate situation.

Han Yan'er was rumored to be an outstanding beauty. Although her face was covered at the moment, looking at her graceful figure, she must be a rare beauty.

Young masters of aristocratic families always had the same bad habit of being lustful.

"You think you're worthy?" Han Yan'er gritted her teeth and cursed coldly.

"You are now an arrow at the end of its flight. If you want this Bottle-Breaking Pill, let me remove your veil and I'll give it to you. Your future husband is the eldest senior brother of the new disciple in the Origin Sword Sect," Song Qian smiled and looked at Han Yan'er as if she was already in the bag.

"Presumptuous! How could a country bumpkin dare to be unreasonable to the princess?" Not far away from them, two members of the Imperial Clan who were fighting with their opponents saw Song Qian speaking rudely to Han Yan'er. They shouted loudly and abandoned their opponents to attack Song Qian.

"You overestimate yourself," Song Qian sneered.

The two young men at the peak of the Martial Warrior realm were no threat to him. With yellow light wrapped around his hands, he met the two swords head-on.

His palms faced the sword, but the sword did not hurt him at all. As the force seeped out, the momentum of his palms did not decrease, and the sword bent as it struck the two people's chests.

The two peak Martial Artists from the Central Province spurted out blood and flew backward. No one knew if they were dead or alive.

"Ninth Princess, I'm here to admire your peerless beauty!" Song Qian smiled faintly and gradually approached Han Yan'er.

"F*ck off! Even if you remove this veil, I will not marry you! I'll think of a way to kill you and then commit suicide! It's not considered breaking my oath!" Han Yan'er's heart was filled with rage; she wished she could cut this lecher into pieces.

However, she had been careless just now and had been hit. Even if she wanted to escape now, it would be difficult for her to succeed.

"If you come any closer, I'll kill myself in front of you!" Seeing that Song Qian was getting closer and closer, Han Yan'er raised her palm and slapped it toward the top of her head.

Wouldn't she become the laughingstock of the Imperial Clan if she were to marry a disciple of the Origin Sword Sect? Even if she died, she would not let this evil thief succeed!

How could Song Qian let her have her way? He rushed forward and slapped away Han Yan'er's suicidal palm away.

"Ninth Princess, I haven't even given you any love. How can you leave me?" He smiled lewdly and reached out to take off Han Yan'er's veil, who had lost her ability to resist.

"How dare you! My clan will never let you off!" Han Yan'er was hit again. Her wrist was slightly swollen, and her body became weaker. She could only make a final resistance.

"Your clan is on the decline, yet you still dare to make trouble for the Origin Sword Sect? You'd better submit to me. In the future, you'll have a place to stay in my sect," Song Qian did not mind her empty threats and his hands did not stop moving from reaching over.

Thinking of her declining clan and thinking about how she was going to be taken advantage of by this immoral lecher, Han Yan'er's beautiful eyes couldn't help but tear up, and she closed her eyes in despair.

When the members of the Imperial Clan saw that Han Yan'er had been defeated and captured, they rushed over to help regardless of everything. However, they were too far away and could only shout, "Stop! Don't you dare!"

Just as Han Yan'er thought she was about to meet her doom, a gentle breeze blew over, and a warm hand wrapped around her weak waist.

When Song Qian saw that it was a masked man in black with a bamboo hat who dared to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, he was furious!

He forgot about the veil, and instead, he sent a palm strike toward the man in the bamboo hat behind Han Yan'er.

Instead of retreating, the man advanced, his palm wrapped in green light as he faced Song Qian's palm.

"Martial Master!" Song Qian was shocked at first, but then he felt a strong and sharp force coming from his palm.

The two collided and flew backward.

The man in black looked at Han Yan'er and slowly retreated seven to eight meters away like a willow leaf falling down.

Song Qian took seven or eight steps back before he could stabilize himself. The True Qi in his body was churning.

He looked at the man in black in bewilderment, "Who are you?"