Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 250 - 228 The Hermit Walks Alone
Chapter 250: Chapter 228: The Hermit Walks Alone
Chapter 250: Chapter 228: The Hermit Walks Alone
This was Hua Cuo’s heart knot.
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With long-term injuries and illnesses, his dwelling permeated with the scent of medicine, how similar was this to the time when Hua Cuo stayed at the Princess Mansion? Yet, what differentiated it from the past was that all of it had transformed into memories of shame and hatred for Hua Cuo, wounds that were difficult to heal, causing excruciating pain when touched.
In order to persuade Hua Cuo, Huan Yuan revealed almost all known details to him, naturally including the oddities of the neighboring residence.
The carriage was not to arrive in the vicinity immediately; in the meantime, unable to resist the impulse, Hua Cuo wanted to explore the actual situation of that residence.
He was haunted by the medicinal fragrance, unable to let go, just as he was with his memories.
Huan Yuan brought Hua Cuo here mainly with the intention of letting Hua Cuo explore the neighboring residence. However, he didn’t expect that, despite his greatly changed temperament, Hua Cuo remained an uncompromising man of action. He had planned to instruct Hua Cuo to sneak in at night but did not anticipate that he couldn’t even wait a few hours.
As they watched Hua Cuo boldly leap over the surrounding wall, the two were unable to stop him in time, not even catching a glimpse of the lingering shadow of his clothing. But now that Hua Cuo had already jumped over, they had no capacity to bring him back, only able to exchange helpless looks and wry smiles, then wait together below the wall, quietly anticipating Hua Cuo’s news.
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Hua Cuo sprinted along the wall, his steps silent as the wind sharply cut beside him.
His steps were extremely light, occasionally stepping on moist soft soil, yet leaving only a faint imprint that was barely detectable.
His expression was cold and silent; as he ran, trees and branches sporadically appeared before him, but he was undisturbed, simply tilting his body or head slightly to easily avoid the obstacles.
His movements were so fluid and swift that even when maneuvering around obstacles, his speed did not decrease by a bit. If someone were watching at this moment, they might be deceived to think that the branches cleared the path for Hua Cuo themselves.
All along the way, there were people nearby, yet none detected Hua Cuo’s intrusion; even if someone caught a glimpse of him, the fleeting red shadow that then vanished would only lead them to believe they had experienced a hallucination.
This agility and flexibility were unachievable for him a few months back, but despite such a significant improvement, Hua Cuo felt no joy or exhilaration. His chest was filled with intense flames of hatred, constantly burning his viscera, just as when they had parted ways several months ago.
Suddenly, Hua Cuo stopped, his figure turning to hide behind a large tree. Using the cover of the trees, he watched the main path of the residence where a maid was approaching, holding a rectangular tray with a white porcelain cup on it.
Upon seeing the maid, Hua Cuo’s hand instantly rested on the Longsword at his waist, but the next moment, he let go, the cold gleam at the mouth of the scabbard disappearing amongst the green leaves.
As he quietly trailed the maid after she walked past,
transforming into a hunter, he followed his prey at a balanced distance, passing through several courtyard doors and long corridors of the pavilion. Suddenly, the medicinal scent around him grew stronger, taking him back to the past for a fleeting moment of dazed confusion in his eyes.
But he immediately regained clarity, his eyes sharpening with a lethal intent that surged and wreaked havoc like wild waves.
Seeing the maid approaching a door, seemingly about to push it open, Hua Cuo no longer hesitated. He quickly moved out of his hiding place, his slender sword emerging silently from its sheath like a venomous snake, ready to strike the maid’s neck.
He would kill the maid, then go in to see who was inside the house.
That was what Hua Cuo thought.
If it had been before, Hua Cuo would have only knocked out a potentially troublesome maid, but his intense hatred for Rong Zhi had eroded the softness and compassion in his heart, making his actions far more ruthless and heartless. At this moment, he was not intentionally wanting to kill, but acted on a subconscious instinct to do so.
Perhaps later, he might regret it, but at this moment, he had no thought of showing mercy.
The sharp blade of Hua Cuo’s Longsword thrust towards the back of the maid’s neck, about to pierce the tender flesh in the blink of an eye. However, just then, the slightly ajar door in front of the maid suddenly opened a crack, and something quickly protruded out, carrying a thin, sharp gust of wind that flew past the maid’s shoulder and struck directly on the spine of Hua Cuo’s sword.
Hua Cuo’s sword tip veered off, immediately missing its mark, but scraped past the maid’s neck and embedded itself in the door frame.
His reaction was extremely quick. Seeing his sword strike fail, he knew that the person inside was aware of his presence. He immediately withdrew his sword and stepped back several steps, then stood still in the center of the courtyard, staring intently at the slightly ajar door.
Just now, he hadn’t even clearly seen what had deflected his sword, but he knew that Rong Zhi of the past could also achieve such a feat.
Only after Hua Cuo stepped back and stood still did the maid realize that she had just skirted death at Ghost Gate, causing her hands to loosen in fright, letting the tray she was holding fall straight down, about to crash to the ground.
Almost simultaneously, Hua Cuo keenly heard the sound of a sharp wind slicing through the air, something swiftly striking near the door, causing the gap between the two doors to widen slightly. Then, something flashed like lightning beneath the falling tray—too fast for Hua Cuo to see clearly. Along with a crisp snapping sound, that object steadied the tray, paused for a moment, then gently slid the tray back inside the building.
That person never showed himself.
Such an attitude was more than just arrogance.
Hua Cuo thought Rong Zhi was looking down on him, not even deigning to show his face. His face turned pale, and he took a deep breath before speaking in a deep voice, “Rong Zhi, I am already here, do you not have the courage to meet me?”
A light laugh came from inside the door, and after a moment, footsteps slowly approached behind it.
The two doors suddenly swung open.
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Chu Yu and Huan Yuan had been waiting for quite some time, over a quarter of an hour, yet Hua Cuo never appeared over the wall. As they waited, they gradually began to feel anxious and suspicious.
Chu Yu glanced up at the wall top and couldn’t help but say, “Could that Hua Cuo have been unlucky enough to be caught?”
Huan Yuan also looked in the same direction: “Hua Cuo shouldn’t be so incompetent, right?” He did not understand martial arts well enough to accurately judge Hua Cuo’s skill level.
Chu Yu joked, “If he’s caught and even reveals us, and the enemy comes knocking, we’ll just deny knowing anything about him…”
Before she could finish, a chilling voice came from the side: “Who do you say will deny everything?”
Looking toward the voice, they saw a familiar figure in red standing at the courtyard entrance—Hua Cuo, who looked rather unwell, obviously having heard what Chu Yu had just said.
Chu Yu gave a dry laugh, saying, “Just joking, just joking. So, what did you find?”
Hua Cuo raised an eyebrow, his displeasure suddenly vanishing, replaced by a mocking, scornful sneer: “I found someone. I’ve brought him here. Once you see him, you’ll understand everything.”
With that, he stepped aside, revealing the person he had been blocking behind him.
There was a threshold at the courtyard door. Hua Cuo had been standing on the threshold, making him appear taller and blocking most of the entrance. Chu Yu, embarrassed by the joking being overheard, hadn’t noticed the exposed hem of the person’s clothes until Hua Cuo unexpectedly stepped aside.
That person stood with his hands behind his back, dressed simply in linen that any commoner could afford. Following the slender and upright figure upwards, there was a clean chin, smiling lips, a straight nose, but his eyes were not visible.
His eyes were covered by a two-inch wide brocade band, thickly sewn, with some brown medicinal juice seeping out at the corners.
As if the clouds had parted to reveal the moon, the blurry figure from her memories gradually overlapped with the man before her. Chu Yu could never have imagined that the person appearing here would be him: “Canghai Guest?”
Guan Canghai gave a slight smile: “I am Guan Canghai.”
