The ground beneath Su Lun’s feet seemed to be like wind, and the surrounding scenery swept by in the blink of an eye, vanishing without a trace.

  Su Lun felt as if he could run like this all the way to the ends of the martial world!

  Of course, he knew that this was just an illusion.

  However, the sensation brought to him by the Heavenly Qian Nine Steps was entirely different.

  Each time he used his internal energy to circulate the mental method, he felt light as a swallow, as though his feet were floating in the air.

  Previously, when he had forced himself to travel using internal energy, his technique had been too crude.

  At the same time, his internal energy flowed continuously, endless and boundless. Along with the swift running, he felt an unmatched sense of freedom.

  Su Lun was immersed in this feeling when he suddenly heard Ye Menghua’s slightly tired voice from behind:

  “Mr. Su… wait for me!”

  Hearing this, Su Lun finally reacted. He stopped in his tracks and turned around, only to realize that without noticing, he had already opened up a distance of five hundred meters between himself and Ye Menghua.

  Ye Menghua’s pale face had a faint flush to it, her breathing grew heavy, and she could occasionally be heard gasping for air. The wounds on her body were threatening to split open, and a little blood seeped out, only to be dried up by her internal energy.

  “Miss Ye, what’s wrong with you?” Su Lun seemed to realize something.

  In that moment, Ye Menghua had the impulse to curse him out.

  Since Su Lun learned the Heavenly Qian Nine Steps, whenever he ran, he completely disregarded her, leaving her far behind.

  If she hadn’t shouted out, who knows where he would have gone by now.

  But when she looked at Su Lun’s innocent expression, she took a deep breath, calming herself:

  “It’s nothing, it’s just that Mr. Su’s speed is too fast, I… can’t quite keep up…”

  If she hadn’t been injured, it wouldn’t have been so hard to keep up.

  But now, her internal and external injuries hadn’t fully healed, and running too fast was straining her internal energy, causing her wounds to threaten to tear open again.

  At this rate, before the pursuers caught up, she might end up running herself to death.

  Su Lun realized at this moment that he had been so immersed in his mental method that he had forgotten Ye Menghua was still injured and shouldn’t be traveling so quickly.

  He awkwardly said:

  “I forgot your injuries aren’t fully healed. Let’s slow down a bit.”

  “Why don’t we rest for a while?”

  “There’s no need for that.”

  Ye Menghua adjusted her breath and stabilized her internal energy. When she looked at Su Lun again, there was no hiding the surprise in her eyes:

  “Mr. Su really has extraordinary comprehension. No wonder your internal skills are so remarkable at such a young age.”

  “The Heavenly Qian Nine Steps seems simple, but it’s quite profound. I thought that even if Mr. Su was familiar with the lightness skill and the mental method, it would still take a few days to comprehend it before mastering it.”

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  “But I didn’t expect that you could use it right after memorizing it.”

  “Miss Ye is too kind.”

  Su Lun smiled faintly: “I don’t have any special comprehension, it’s all thanks to your excellent teaching.”

  Ye Menghua shook her head slightly:

  “Everything I’ve said is sincere, there’s no exaggeration.”

  Su Lun looked at Ye Menghua’s expression and realized she wasn’t joking.

  But this only made Su Lun a bit confused.

  Could it be that his comprehension was truly that high?

  But when he learned swordplay from the old drunkard, the old man often complained about his mediocre talent, saying he was like mud that couldn’t be propped up against a wall.

  The sword technique the old drunkard taught him was called “Nine Blades,” as it only had nine moves.

  Su Lun had always loved swords since his previous life, and even though he knew his own situation, he took the sword technique very seriously when given the opportunity.

  He didn’t slack off even for a day, yet his progress had been slow.

  He began wielding a sword at six years old, and it wasn’t until he was fourteen that he made a little progress.

  After six more years of refinement, according to the old drunkard, his swordplay was still only barely usable.

  This had made Su Lun never expect much from his own talent or comprehension.

  Yet now, a disciple of a prestigious sect like Ye Menghua was commenting on his exceptional talent?

  “Could it be that the old drunkard was intentionally putting me down? Perhaps I’m actually a genius?”

  Su Lun thought for a moment, feeling that this must be the truth.

  If he were truly a genius, why did it take eight years of practice to make such little progress in the Nine Blades?

  But he didn’t dwell on this question for too long.

  Now that he had learned the lightness skill, the two of them were traveling much faster than before.

  After walking through the night in the dark, the rain finally stopped by the time dawn arrived.

  Along the way, they encountered a farm, where they took a clean set of clothes from a drying pole for Ye Menghua to change into and left some money as compensation.

  Ye Menghua’s clothes, after last night’s battle, could no longer be worn.

  The bloodstains were too heavy and too conspicuous.

  Su Lun’s clothes were only wet, but there was no damage to them, though they were somewhat uncomfortable to wear.

  Ye Menghua then taught him how to use internal energy to dry his clothes. Su Lun, curious, quickly followed her instructions, and in no time, he was dry and comfortable again.

  The two continued on their journey, stopping to eat some dry food and drink some water. After another day and night of travel, everything remained calm.

  The following day was clear and sunny, the sky a bright blue with no clouds.

  The two of them continued down a narrow country path, using their lightness skills to glide through the woods.

  In a swift movement, just as they were passing through, Ye Menghua’s voice softly rang out:

  "It seems like there's a tea house up ahead. Let’s be cautious."

  Su Lun nodded in response.

  The path they were walking on was somewhat desolate, and such roadside tea houses might very well be hiding assassins.

  But if there’s nothing out of the ordinary, it wouldn’t hurt to take a short rest, have some tea, and recharge.

  They exchanged a glance, both understanding that the other shared the same thought.

  Without further hesitation, they landed lightly on the ground and made their way toward the tea house.

  In front of the tea house, a tall pole stood, with a large sign hanging from it that read "Tea" . It was impossible to miss.

  Inside the tea house, there weren’t many customers at the moment. A few patrons were scattered around, sitting idly and chatting in low voices.

  Su Lun and Ye Menghua exchanged another glance before walking inside.

  A quick-witted young waiter approached them.

  "Welcome, honored guests! What would you like to order?"

  "Although we’re just a tea house, we also serve fine wine, good meat, and delicious steamed buns. Would you two care to try some?"

  "We’ll pass on the wine and meat, just bring us a pot of tea."

  Before Su Lun could speak, Ye Menghua had already replied.

  The young waiter glanced at Su Lun, saw no objection, and immediately nodded eagerly.

  "Certainly! Please wait here for a moment, the tea will be right up."

  Before the words had even fully left his mouth, the waiter grabbed a rag from his shoulder and casually wiped the table a few times before turning and walking away.

  Not long after, a sound of galloping hooves was heard from the dirt road in front of the tea house, which had little to no weeds.

  Su Lun turned his head to look. After a cloud of dust, a group of riders had appeared in front of the tea house.

  The procession was impressive: six horses led the way, flanked by guards on both sides, with a soft sedan chair carried in the middle. Behind it, a dozen or so armed bodyguards followed.

  "Whoa..." The leader of the group pulled the reins and raised his hand, commanding the horses to halt.

  The entire group slowly came to a stop.

  The man dismounted, quickly jogging a few steps to the sedan chair. He bowed slightly and lowered his head, speaking with respect.

  "Madam, there’s a tea house here. My men and I have been riding for half a day. Would you like to stop and rest for a while?"

  A soft, yet authoritative voice, filled with the dignity of an upper-class figure, came from the sedan chair.

  "Then let’s stop and rest for a bit. But Geng bodyguard, remember to tell the men not to drink any alcohol."

  "Understood, thank you, Madam!"

  He immediately turned around and gently waved his hand in front and behind the sedan.

  "The Madam has ordered. We will rest here, but no drinking allowed."