Martial Arts, the Little Master of the Ancient Tomb, Becomes Stronger When You Drink

122: Chapter 122 One Hundred Century-Old Medicinal Herbs!Three shichen later, Su Xuan slowly opened his bleary eyes.

Getting up from the ground, he complained while rubbing his shoulders, ”So uncomfortable. I’m never sleeping in a cave again.”

*Gulp~*

He then picked up the purple gold jade gourd beside him and took a heavy swig of wine.

Putting the wine gourd into the system space, he glanced at the Empress sitting there looking slightly nervous and said, ”Your injuries are mostly recovered. I have important matters to attend to, so I’m leaving now!”

Without waiting for the Empress’s reply, he pulled up the sleeping Little Eagle and began to walk away.

Seeing Su Xuan turn to leave, the Empress’s expression flickered with hesitation before she suddenly called out, ”Hey!”

”Hmm? What is it?”

”I’m... I’m sorry...” The Empress bit her lip, finally offering an apology.

Su Xuan was her savior after all; no matter what, she shouldn’t have harbored murderous intent while he was fast asleep.

If she didn’t offer this apology, she feared her heart would find no peace for the rest of her life.

Su Xuan smiled without saying a word, turned around, waved his hand, and continued walking out of the cave.

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This reaction...

He knew?!!

Then he...

Guilt and complexity flashed through the Empress’s beautiful eyes as she called out again, ”Hey!”

Su Xuan stopped in his tracks and turned back in confusion, ”What, is there something else?”

The Empress fidgeted with her fingers, her dodging eyes suddenly becoming firm as she voiced the doubt in her heart, ”Why didn’t you kill me?”

”Couldn’t you have made a move too?” Su Xuan grinned, appearing completely indifferent.

In truth, Su Xuan had also felt murderous intent at that moment, but after thinking it over, he didn’t act.

This was the first time Su Xuan had ever hesitated over whether or not to kill someone.

Normally, or if it had been anyone else, Su Xuan would have long since delivered a ’decapitation combo’ with his sword; he wouldn’t have waited until now.

Seeing Su Xuan like this, the Empress felt even more guilty; if Su Xuan weren’t still here, she would have wanted to slap herself twice right now.

Seeing Su Xuan prepare to turn and leave again, the Empress bit her teeth and suddenly said, ”I wronged you today. Consider it that I owe you a favor. In the future, if you need help, feel free to come to the Qi Kingdom to find me. As long as it’s not excessive, I will agree to anything!”

”Oh, I see!” Su Xuan’s eyes flickered as he responded, then he turned back and continued walking out of the cave.

”Hey!”

”No, my Lady Empress, can you finish everything you have to say at once?! I have a journey to make! I’m in a hurry, okay?!”

Being scolded by Su Xuan, the Empress blushed slightly, her eyes dodging as she didn’t dare meet Su Xuan’s gaze, stammering, ”I... I don’t know your name yet...”

Seeing the Empress like that, Su Xuan lost the desire to scold her and rubbed his forehead, ”My name is Su Xuan! And yours?”

”Li... Song Yunxi...”

Song Yunxi?

The original name of King of Qi, Li Maozhen, was Song Wentong, and his younger sister was Song Yunxi.

Later, her brother was granted the surname Li for his merit in protecting the Emperor, and her name was changed to Li Yunxi.

Now the Empress held two roles, with the dual identities of ’Li Maozhen’ and ’Empress’ weighing on her in public.

Privately, she still preferred her original name—Song Yunxi.

The Empress gave this name, firstly, to answer Su Xuan’s question.

Secondly, she hoped to interact with Su Xuan as Song Yunxi, rather than as the King of Qi or the Empress...

Su Xuan pondered for a moment and understood the meaning behind it. After a pause, he said, ”Yunxi, huh~ It’s a good name, I’ve noted it!”

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he seemed to think of something and asked suspiciously, ”No other business, right?”

”No... nothing more...”

Hearing this, Su Xuan nodded, ”Good then!”

With those words, he stepped toward the cave entrance.

Before he could take two steps, a palm print formed from black Qi suddenly shot in from outside the cave, heading straight for Su Xuan’s face.

Su Xuan was slightly startled and instinctively countered with a palm strike of his own.

*Boom—*

As the two palms met, an extremely violent airflow erupted, spreading out in all directions.

Su Xuan flew back and retreated to the Empress’s side, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the cave.

Song Yunxi’s pupils constricted as she instinctively murmured, ”Ghost King Zhu Youwen!”

Ghost King!?

Su Xuan raised an eyebrow, ”Coming for you again?”

Song Yunxi turned her face away in embarrassment and didn’t speak.

Several black lines appeared on Su Xuan’s forehead, ”You really are quite a lot of trouble!”

”Hahahaha, I was wondering why the King of Qi was so weak! It turns out this King of Qi is actually the Empress in disguise!”

The voice arrived before the person did. As the words faded, three people walked into the cave entrance.

The leader had red hair, a high crown, and was dressed in form-fitting black armor that perfectly showcased a physique comparable to a large black bear.

This guy must be at least two and a half meters tall! What a brute!

Beside him were a man and a woman, one in black and one in white, wearing tall hats. The hats were inscribed with the eight characters for ’Peace Under Heaven’ and ’Fortune at First Sight’ respectively.

With this unique look and aura, even without the Empress speaking, Su Xuan could recognize the identities of these three.

Ghost King Zhu Youwen, and those two schemers, Black and White Impermanence.

Looking at the Ghost King blocking the cave entrance, the Empress’s brow furrowed slightly.

She was already no match for the Ghost King, let alone now when her power was only half-recovered; she couldn’t possibly be his opponent. What should she do?

Su Xuan was sizing up the Ghost King’s group when he suddenly felt someone tugging at his sleeve. He turned back and asked in confusion, ”What is it?”

”Can you help me? I’m not his match~” The Empress wished she could find a hole to crawl into; her guilt toward Su Xuan had reached its peak.

She had just wanted to kill him while he slept, and now she was asking him for help.

Such an absurd thing had actually happened to the Empress.

If Su Xuan were willing to help her now, forget one condition—even if Su Xuan asked her to bear his children, she would have to consider whether to have a few more just to settle her debt to him.

Su Xuan’s lip twitched slightly. He glanced at the burly Ghost King, then at the blushing, pleading Song Yunxi, and nodded helplessly. ”Fine, if you’re going to save someone, save them thoroughly; if you’re going to escort a Buddha, escort them to the West. I’ll help you one more time, but let’s be clear, I won’t do it for free!”

”Mm-hmm~” Song Yunxi nodded repeatedly, feeling a surge of relief in her heart.

”One hundred hundred-year-old medicinal herbs!”

”Fine, I agree!”

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