150 Well-Meant Intention

Bai Xuehua loathed him for having tried to harm little Yun'er earlier, so she showed no mercy in injuring him this time. Had his foundational martial arts not been exceptionally profound, that single strike would have claimed his life.

Things having reached this juncture, those seated at the table—Wu Buzhi, Feng Yehong, and Lu Baisheng—had already vaguely guessed the origins of this youth in white.

Especially after Bai Xuehua executed that movement known as "Blue Sky and White Clouds," Wu Buzhi immediately recognized her background. Yet he found it puzzling, for the White-Clothed Sorceress had always operated in the Northwest and the Central Plains, and had never once ventured to Jiangnan. Consequently, he dared not speak rashly; should he make a mistake, his reputation would be ruined.

When Feng Yehong heard that the youth in white intended to have his own daughter marry the young boy, little Yun'er, his heart was a mixture of shock and fury. Yet he could not immediately retract the words, not least because so many people were watching. Furthermore, going back on his word would offend this person. Judging by the martial prowess just displayed, likely not a soul here was a match for him. The thought filled him with terror, and his mind fell into utter turmoil.

If his mind was in turmoil, Feng Qingwu's was infinitely more so. She had foolishly believed he fancied her, never imagining that he was merely toying with her and handing her over to another. What was she to do now?

Seeing her remain silent, Bai Xuehua smiled and said, "Unwilling? Then you may become my handmaiden instead, though my temper is far worse than his. I am giving you a choice now."

He actually expected the young mistress of the house to serve as a maid. Feng Qingwu's four maidservants longed to step forward and hurl insults, but upon beholding his peerless beauty and earth-shaking martial arts, their tongues cleaved to the roofs of their mouths.

Feng Qingwu glanced at little Yun'er, who stood there dumbfounded with fright, and through clenched teeth said, "I am willing to marry him..." When she uttered those words, her mind went entirely blank. She had foolishly given her heart to him, only to find that in his eyes, she was worth no more than a servant.

Over the years, virtually no one had ever truly stirred Feng Qingwu's heart. Today was the first time she had ever given her heart away, only to meet with such an outcome. The blow was enough to break her heart.

Little Yun'er was equally stunned. Why would Sister Xue want Feng Qingwu to marry him?

After a long pause, he blurted out, "I already have a wife! I certainly don't want Miss Feng to be my wife!"

Feng Qingwu already felt it shameful enough that she had agreed to marry little Yun'er, but to think the other party did not even want her! She could no longer maintain her composure, and covering her face, she burst into bitter tears.

Qu Buping rubbed his backside and chimed in, "Don't cry, Miss Feng. Since the little fool doesn't want you, you can marry me instead." What on earth did they take Miss Feng to be?

Feng Yehong's face turned ashen with rage, and he readied himself to resort to force. Though the youth in white possessed terrifying martial arts, surely he, alongside Lu Baisheng, Fang BuJie, Wu Yijie of the Taihu Gang, and the Divine Constable of Jiangnan, Song Baiqiang, could manage to detain this person...

At that moment, Wu Buzhi cold-voicedly asked, "This young lady in white, what relation do you bear to the Azure Falcon of the Snowy Mountains?"

Bai Xuehua gave a light laugh. "Old man Wu, it took you until now to figure it out."

"What? She is actually a woman?" Lu Baisheng, Fang Bujie, Wu Yijie, and Song Baiqiang were all utterly astounded. In truth, their seats were rather far from Bai Xuehua, which was why they had failed to notice earlier that she was a woman disguised as a man. Otherwise, with their decades of experience in the martial world, how could they have missed it?

By this time, Zhao Wuzong had suppressed the roiling Qi and blood in his chest. Though injured, he was now able to speak and shouted, "She is the White-Clothed Sorceress! Quick, everyone join forces to kill her! And that boy too—he is the sorceress's little lover!"

"What? The White-Clothed Sorceress!" No wonder she possessed such formidable martial prowess.

*Clang, rattle—* Amidst a flurry of noise, many people, startled out of their wits, knocked over nearby objects, while others instinctively drew their concealed weapons...

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingwu felt even more dizzy. What kind of cruel joke was Heaven playing? She had just given her heart to a female demon!

Bai Xuehua flicked off the hat she was wearing, letting her coiled hair tumble down to her shoulders and revealing her breathtaking beauty.

At the sight of her, everyone grew jittery and apprehensive; not a single person dared to step forward.

Zhao Wuzong yelled, "As long as we join forces, we have nothing to fear from this witch! Kill the White-Clothed Sorceress, and there is a reward of two silver taels!" At his shout, some of the low-level thugs grew restless. Yet Bai Xuehua paid those scoundrels no mind at all; her sole concern was the experts of the Feng family.

She turned to Feng Qingwu and said, "Miss Feng, you may consider our previous wager void. But there is one condition: you must not make things difficult for him!" With that, she pointed toward little Yun'er.

Bai Xuehua knew that despite the abundance of experts present, as long as she was not completely surrounded, she could still escape. The problem was little Yun'er; if she insisted on protecting him, getting away safely would be impossible.

At that moment, Feng Qingwu's mind was in total chaos, and she knew not how to reply. Hearing this, Feng Yehong declared, "Very well, we agree not to make things difficult for him, but you must stay behind."

Bai Xuehua laughed softly. "Feng Yehong, I have no desire to make an enemy of your Red Maple Escort Agency, but neither do I fear you."

Truth be told, the one who should have been afraid was the Red Maple Escort Agency. Today, Feng Yehong only had the capability to fight Bai Xuehua because his relatives and friends happened to be present. If she ever caught him alone one day, the outcome would be grim.

Then came an outcome that absolutely no one anticipated... Feng Qingwu walked right up to little Yun'er, looked at Bai Xuehua, and said, "If he is willing to take me as his wife, I am willing to marry him. My word stands; our Red Maple Escort Agency does not go back on its promises."

Bai Xuehua smiled. "Splendid. Miss Feng possesses a boldness truly rare to find. If little Yun'er can have someone like you to care for him, I can rest easy."

Little Yun'er could not help but blurt out, "Sister Xue, what do you mean by this? Are you abandoning Yun'er?"

Without answering, Bai Xuehua turned toward the entrance and called out, "Ninth Miss, you may come in now. I am giving your man away."

From outside came the familiar voice of Long Lengyue: "To have for her opponent the person she cherishes most—even dying for this would bring no regrets, Miss Bai."