6 Chapter 6: Chaos

She indistinctly tapped three times with her finger on the table. To the normal ears it probably meant nothing, but to A'Li, it was a code signal between them that the victim had been spotted and action would take place at her command without anyone knowing. A'Li casually climbed onto her shoulder where she whispered something into his ear before he disappeared around some customers' legs. In an effective time, enough to finish peeling an orange, A'Li returned with a wonderful gift in a red pouch.

Right when Xiu'er was gladly going to put away her newly collected riches, she noticed the next group that suddenly arrived. There were four girls dressed with Persian-Indian influence, each inheriting perfectly symmetrical faces and they stepped foot into the tavern. The girl in the front wore light colors with a short frilled skirt, the next two girls following her, their faces looked exactly identical and they were wearing pink clothes that were revealing on the shoulders. The last girl was the most mysterious one; she looked out of place among the other three. She was wearing completely black, covered from head to toe with a straw hat surrounded by a black veil, disguising her upper half completely.

And all four of them carried a sword.

Now, these were a bunch Xiu'er didn't recognize. Yet. If she wanted to know them, all she needed was to spark some trouble, see them fight and how they act to know which Sect they came from.

The group of girls were eyed from the various martial artists clustering in the tavern. They ended up sitting across the room, further towards the back and didn't order anything but tea.

This is going to get even more interesting, Xiu'er smiled.

Focusing back at the situation she had with the earlier group, Xiu'er snickered at her hand as she threw an orange up and down in her palm. It's about time the Third Miss realized that someone had stolen her money, Xiu'er needed to be ready to play her part when it came. Kun Shang, Xiaogua and her brother had their heads close together, looking at the invisible map on the table.

Right at the time she expected, the Third Miss approached behind Kun Shang and looked straight at Xiu'er. Without the Third Miss saying anything, Kun Shang suddenly felt the enormous energy of something angry emitting behind him.

"I believe you stole something that belongs to me."

Kun Shang whipped his head back to see the strong and young female martial artist.

I know that line! Kun Shang whipped his head behind him. I used that line this morning.

The Third Miss had her hair up high in a tight ponytail matching with her slightly masculine style of clothes. She had a red slip-on robe, black bindings on her arms with two slits on each side of her robe that exposed her white pants underneath. There was a black belt around her small waist. On top of her plain red robe was a strap above her chest that carried some sort of very large weapon. Kun Shang could only see the handle of her weapon poking above her head because she covered it up with a brown cape.

Qingzhao was not trying to pass as a man but she's definitely conveying the message that she was superior in every way. Her face wasn't the cute egg-shape, but a more short square shape. Her chiseled, sharp cheekbones were captivating and her large brown eyes were feisty with fire and determination. There were more curves in her body than a regular female. Her bosom was small, but her small waist dipped in, leading to large hips that were almost seductive. She was mature with a fierce sexiness. She walked with her chin high, her back straight and not afraid to show her face with her dagger eyes. Putting her weight on one leg and her arms at her side, her body language portrayed the impression of sassiness although her personality would say a darker aura.

Kun Shang turned his attention back to Xiu'er as he mouthed under his breath, "What have you done?"

Gou Qingzhao witnessed the back and forth conversation between the beggar and man as they argued about her money. She looked down at his side to see his navy blue sword.

A swordsman, hm.

The reckless girl refused to admit her wrongdoings, while the man threatened to abandon her in this town. What a strange couple.

"Give it back!"

"I would've never thought to steal from the vicious Third Miss."

"Who cares if she's vicious. Return her item!"

"She's a shrew. Should I return her money she will kill me, should I not return it, she will still kill me!"

"It was her money--are you serious, again!?"

It was interesting that the comrade of the culprit was defending the victim. They talked as if she was not there, how insulting and a great way to provoke her.

A large swift of air from the action of removing a cape flew past them while the next moves were too fast for any reaction. Qingzhao reached behind her and pulled out her weapon straight at Xiu'er's head. If not for Kun Shang's lightning speed instinct, her head would have split in two. He blocked the saber with his sheathed sword as the foreign weapon came down an inch from Xiu'er's forehead. He had to use his shoulder for support.

Kun Shang released a breath of tension as he stared in awe at the massive weapon, something he had never seen, no, never imagined could be created.

The Third Miss's saber was a deeply curved crescent shaped blade. The outside of the saber in contact with his sword was not made using regular metal, but something of a pearl white color and the blade was shaved to bend perfectly like a moon. The inside of the blade was a metallic half that also curved with delicate polish. The blade was bending away from his face where he could see carvings of lions and dragons, as well as writings on the metallic half. Kun Shang realized that they were names.