Coming to the Rescue

"Don't talk nonsense; you have to lend a hand to that girl." Mo Fan, seeing Han Yan falling into a significant disadvantage, reminded casually. 

Han Yan is the ninth princess of the Tianxuan royal family, beautiful and talented, and one of the outstanding figures among the younger generation of the royal family. 

In Mo Fan's setting, Lin Yang took action to snatch the Barrier-Breaking Pill that she was currently contending with Song Qian over. This incident left a deep impression on her. In the subsequent Grand Four-Sects Competitions, Lin Yang outshone everyone, defeating Han Yan in the process, leaving a deep impact. After all, young girls naturally admire strong figures. 

In his plan, he had now instructed Mo Qingkuang to seek refuge with the royal family. He felt compelled to help this young girl to have some backing when he goes to Central Plains in the future. 

Mo Qingkuang, upon hearing this, looked over to see that Han Yan'er was already at a significant disadvantage. She practised water attribute martial arts, with attacks that were gentle and continuous but lacked strength. 

Song Qian, being inherently higher in cultivation level than her, practised a robust defence-oriented earth attribute martial arts. Han Yan'er was finding it difficult to pose a threat to him. 

At this moment, after a prolonged struggle, weakened and forced into retreat by Song Qian, Han Yan'er was in a precarious situation. 

Mo Qingkuang wasn't foolish, just uninterested in thinking too much. Now with the guidance of the ancestor Mo Fan, he was even less inclined to ponder. As long as the ancestor said something, it must be right! 

He immediately decided to follow the instructions and, as he left, glanced at Zhong Nian: "I'm going to fight, you keep an eye on the rankings." 

Zhong Nian shouted from behind, "Friend, I am kindly reminding you, don't mess with Song Qian and Han Yan'er! Also, what's your name? Maybe I can help you get a ranking!" 

"Kuang Qing!" 

Kuang Qing was the alias that Mo Qingkuang had prepared. When away from home, one must have a name. 

Activating the 'Wind and Fallen Leaves Technique,' a cyan light gathered under his feet, and his speed increased dramatically! 

In the fiercely contested hall, he moved effortlessly, heading straight for Song Qian and Han Yan'er. 

"True Qi embodiment! Is he a Martial Master? Such fast speed!" Zhong Nian, witnessing this, was extremely shocked. "Who is this character that suddenly appeared? I've never heard of him before." 

"Ah, I told you not to go near those two troublemakers, but you still went! Can a rogue martial artist compare to a professionally trained one?" Seeing Mo Qingkuang heading straight to the fight between Song Qian and Han Yan'er, Zhong Nian couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. 

Mo Qingkuang moved through the battle, casually dodging attacks that seemed chaotic and dense but couldn't harm him in the slightest. 

"Hey, wait a minute, did you see a figure just pass by?" A disciple from the Yuan Sword Sect suddenly called a halt to the Central Province disciple who was about to thrust a sword at him. 

The Central Province disciple unconsciously paused, looked around, and said puzzledly, "No, I didn't." 

The Yuan Sword Sect disciple also furrowed his brow in confusion, "Well, if you didn't see it, then so be it. Maybe I just mistook it! Keep fighting, focus on your sword!" 

"Damn, you're really shameless! If you didn't call a stop earlier, then my sword would have hit you by now!" 

"That's your own stupidity!" 

*** 

"Princess Han, I heard that whoever can unveil your veil can become your husband?" Song Qian gradually cornered Han Yan'er, chuckling. 

Han Yan'er, known for her exceptional beauty, though currently veiled, displayed a graceful figure that suggested she was undoubtedly a rare beauty. 

Young scions of noble families often shared the common weakness of being fond of beauty and pleasure. 

"Do you think you're worthy?" Han Yan'er clenched her teeth, her eyes full of resentment, and coldly retorted. 

"You're now at your weakest. If you want this Barrier-Breaking Pill, then let me unveil your veil, and I'll consider it as a favour to you. I am the senior brother of the newly joined disciples at the Yuan Sword Sect; that shouldn't be a disgrace for you." Song Qian chuckled, looking at Han Yan'er as if she were already in his possession. 

"Outrageous! A country bumpkin dares to act disrespectfully towards the princess?" Two royal family members, who were entangled with opponents nearby, hearing Song Qian's disrespectful words towards Han Yan'er, shouted and left their opponents to attack Song Qian. 

Song Qian sneered, "Presumptuous." 

In his eyes, two peak-rank martial artists were no threat at all. With a yellow aura enveloping his hands, he faced the attacking swords with ease. As his palm hit against the sword's edges, the blades couldn't harm him at all. With a burst of force, his palm curved, striking the chests of the two Central Province disciples. 

The two peak-rank Central Province disciples spurted blood, flying backwards, with their fates uncertain. 

"Princess Han, I'm coming to admire your unparalleled beauty!" Song Qian chuckled and gradually approached Han Yan'er. 

"Get away from me! Even if you unveil my veil, I still won't marry you! I'll find a way to kill you and then commit suicide! I won't you succeed!" Enraged, Han Yan'er wished to tear this scoundrel into pieces. 

However, having been struck earlier, she was now at a disadvantage. "Come any closer, and I'll end my own life in front of you!" Faced with Song Qian's approaching figure, Han Yan'er raised her hand and struck her own neck. 

To marry a Yuan Sword Sect disciple would be a mockery to the royal family. Even in death, she wouldn't let this scoundrel have his way! 

Song Qian didn't let her succeed in her attempt. With a swift step, he rushed forward and opened Han Yan'er's hand, preventing her from self-harm. 

"Princess Han, I haven't even given you my love yet. How can you think of leaving me?" He leered, reaching out to unveil the face of the now defenceless Han Yan'er. 

"How dare you! The royal family won't let you go!" Han Yan'er was struck again, her fair wrist slightly swollen, and her body growing weaker. She could only resist in her final moments. 

"Your royal family is on the decline. Do you dare to challenge the Yuan Sword Sect? Surrender to me, and in the future, you will have a place to stay in the Yuan Sword Sect," Song Qian dismissed, his actions relentless. 

Thinking about the deteriorating state of her family, imagining herself being defiled by this unworthy scoundrel, tears welled up in Han Yan'er's beautiful eyes. In despair, she closed her eyes. 

Seeing Han Yan'er defeated and captured, royal family members from a distance rushed to support her, shouting desperately, "Stop! How dare you!" 

Just as Han Yan'er felt her fate was sealed, a gentle breeze blew, and a warm hand embraced her delicate waist. 

Song Qian, witnessing someone in a black robe daring to snatch his prey in front of him, became furious! 

Without bothering to unveil the veil, he struck a palm towards the black-robed person behind Han Yan'er. 

The black-robed person didn't retreat but instead advanced, his hand enveloped in a green light, directly colliding with Song Qian's palm. 

"Martial Master!" Song Qian was initially shocked, feeling a powerful and sharp force coming through that hand. 

Upon contact, both were sent flying. 

The black-robed person looked at Han Yan'er and, retreated slowly to a distance of seven or eight meters. 

Song Qian staggered back seven or eight steps before stabilizing himself, his True Qi turbulent in his body. 

He looked at the black-robed person in bewilderment, "Who are you?"