Song of Adolescence

Chapter 111 Xiao Se’s Past

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Midnight, heavy rain.

The rain came down hard on the roof of the carriage, the only one on the road, as it travelled at high speed in the dark.

The driver wielded a horse whip and wiped off the rain on his face. Even with his cloak, it wasn’t effective in blocking any rain from the heavy downpour. He cursed, “Damn this heavy rain! It must be from hell!” Then he suddenly reined in the horses, because standing right in front of him, there really seemed to be a ghost.

Wearing a long black cloak and a huge hat, the man had an unusually burly figure and he held a huge sword in his hand. The rain bounced off the sword, causing it to gleam with a dangerous light.

"Who’s there?" The driver yelled.

The person with the sword did not speak. He just walked forward step by step.

The driver frowned, put his fingers to his lips and blew a whistle, but no one responded. He was taken aback, and his hand holding the whip trembled slightly. He looked down and found that the rain on the ground was actually red. He suddenly raised his head, and realised that there appeared to be bodies lying on the ground a distance away.

Although he couldn't see the other person's face in the dark night, the driver could somehow feel that he seemed to sneer at this moment.

The driver was shocked. He managed to kill so many of their martial expert escorts all by himself. Was this person really a ghost? He didn’t think about it further, snapped his whip and rushed towards the swordsman. At that instant, the man suddenly jumped up, and then he was standing next to the driver.

The rain dripped from the blade, mixed with a hint of red.

The driver’s head slid to the ground, his face locked with a look of horror in his last moments.

The swordsman stabbed his sword into the wooden floor of the carriage. Without a driver, the carriage continued to charge ahead in a wild ride.

"Who are you?" The person in the carriage finally spoke. He had a very young voice.

"I’m the one who’s going to take your life." The swordsman's voice was deep and somewhat imposing.

The person in the carriage remained silent. Suddenly, a wooden staff came through the curtain and attacked the swordsman. The wind whistled over the staff, supremely powerful. The swordsman lifted his huge sword and swung it at the staff. The momentum of the sword splintered the entire roof of the carriage.

The person in the carriage retreated hurriedly and landed in the rain. The rain drenched his robes instantly. He held his staff and raised his head, revealing a young face, handsome and fair in complexion with features resembling an immortal from Heaven.

"They told me that you entered the Unfettered Heavenly Realm at such a young age. Looks like they were right. You’re going to die though… such a pity." The swordsman propped up his huge sword on his shoulder. The rain continued to pour, falling on his cloak and hat.

The young noble son in the blue robes didn’t reply, but he clenched his hand on his staff, swept up a shower of rain, leaped up suddenly, and brought his staff down hard on the swordsman's hat.

The hat was instantly shattered, revealing a face full of sword scars. The man smiled, malicious and ruthless as a ghost. His right hand blocked the young man’s staff with his blade, and his left hand curled around the young man’s throat, strangling him. In an instant, his qi poured into the young man’s body.

A purple aura flashed across the youth's face, and the veins on his forehead popped violently, his expression painful. The hand holding the staff finally let go, and the staff dropped. The swordsman raised his huge sword and was about to cut off his head.

At that moment, another wooden staff penetrated the curtain of rain and struck at the swordsman. Except this staff came with an extremely dangerous aura.

The swordsman had to let go of the young man in his hand. He turned around abruptly, and swung his huge sword to meet that staff.

One staff, one sword, a duel started on this rainy night.

But the young man who was lying on the ground continued to get drenched in the cold rain. His body kept twitching, his expression becoming more and more painful, and he looked as if he was about to die.

"Xiao Se, Xiao Se.” Until a familiar voice called him.

The young man lying in the rain, gradually losing consciousness, opened his eyes slightly. He opened his mouth and tried to make a sound. "Louder, shout at me, louder."

"Xiao Se, Xiao Se!" The voice really shouted louder than before.

"Is my name Xiao Se?" The young man who was lying in the rain suddenly felt his pain disappear, and he murmured, "Is my name Xiao Se?"

In an instant, he finally regained consciousness.

Lying on the bed, Xiao Se snapped open his eyes.

“He’s awake, he’s awake!” Lei Wujie, who was standing beside the bed, shouted loudly.

Beside him, Sikong Qianluo finally showed a relieved expression, and scolded in a low voice, "What kind of lousy body will faint just from lying on the ground for a while."

Xiao Se felt a tingling pain in his chest, and looked down, only to find that his clothes had been taken off, and countless silver needles were pierced densely into his chest.

"Don't move, don't move." A clear voice shouted, and Hua Jin was sitting there. She waved her hand, and inserted another three silver needles firmly into Xiao Se's body.

Lei Wujie exclaimed, "Hua Jin, your technique is truly amazing. It's a shame you didn’t learn any hidden weapons techniques. Would you like me to introduce you to Tang Lian-shixiong? He…"

"Shut up!" Hua Jin waved her hand and a silver needle burst out of thin air and flew towards Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie smiled and said, "Don't underestimate me." He opened his mouth and bit down on the silver needle. Just as he was feeling proud of himself, he felt a sudden numbness in his mouth. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't say a word.

Sitting just outside the door, Li Suwang laughed long and loud. He said, "In addition to superb medical skills, Hua Jin is also the best in the world with poisons. Otherwise, how would a little girl who doesn’t know martial arts enter the martial world?"

Lei Wujie looked distressed and signed desperately with his mouth and hands to ask Hua Jin for an antidote, but Hua Jin ignored him and continued inserting silver needles into Xiao Se one by one.

"What did you dream of just now?" Sikong Qianluo walked forward and sat on Xiao Se's bed, asking in a low voice.

"Some things from the past," Xiao Se said and lowered his head.

"You used to… be a martial expert? That day, I felt that your internal strength was stronger than even da-shixiong," Sikong Qianluo said.

"I'm still a martial expert now." Xiao Se smiled lazily. "If not for me, how could you guys have defeated that Thousand-Faced Ghost."

"Next time, I will definitely not be poisoned again." Sikong Qianluo suddenly said with a serious face.

"Eh?" Xiao Se was taken aback.

"I will protect you. Believe me." Sikong Qianluo looked at Xiao Se seriously.

Lei Wujie suddenly waved his right hand, and a long and narrow sword fell into his hand. Light shone from the sword, emitting a sword aura like a wave.

"The Heart sword!" Xiao Se exclaimed in shock.

Lei Wujie nodded. His mouth was open, trying to say something, but only made some unpleasant sounds.

Hua Jin sighed and threw another silver needle, which was firmly inserted into Lei Wujie's chest.

Lei Wujie was finally able to speak. "Xiao Se, I will protect you too!"

Xiao Se put on a depressed expression and shook his head. "I think if I’m being protected by the two of you, I believe death will come sooner rather than later."

Lei Wujie and Sikong Qianluo exchanged a glance, and were about to retort, but they heard Xiao Se continue to say in a low voice, "No one can protect anyone. The only person anyone can protect should be themself."

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