A City Swept by Wind and Snow GL - Chapter 37 1.1
◎The Grand Yin Dolls danced in the air, exactly like beautiful mermaids leaping out of a emerald-green river, stunning and dazzling.◎
“Jin Se…” Xue Qianxun’s soft voice drifted into Jin Se’s ears, an expression of long-lost reliance in her presence.
Neither touching the sky nor the ground. Jin Se held Xue Qianxun with one arm, the other gripping the Zhi Mei Zither that was slipping from her back. Her feet rested on a tree that grew out of a rock crevice, gently swaying.
Jin Se’s gentle, smiling gaze swept over her: “Are you alright?”
Xue Qianxun said, “I’m fine, but they are not well… and you?” Her fingertip reached out toward a scar on Jin Se’s cheek, but hesitated, stopping mid-air.
Jin Se smiled faintly, then simply turned her face away, sighed imperceptibly, and finally said, “I am also fine.” She noticed the silver fox’s leg injury and Fifth Mei’s zither, and still had many questions—Xue Qianxun actually defeated Fifth Mei? Where are Xi Feng, Vermillion Bird, and Tang Fei? Just as she was about to ask, eight Heavenly Wolves were already close. Their giant wings stirred the air, making a loud hū lā lā sound.
“Is Little Wolf nearby?” Xue Qianxun asked first.
Jin Se pushed her away with a backhand, saying, “You go up first.”
With a kā chā sound, the branches under their feet broke in response. Xue Qianxun flew straight up, while Jin Se plunged downward under the effect of the counter-force, quickly disappearing into the dense vegetation in the deep ravine. The Heavenly Wolves pursued relentlessly, diving down one after another, all instantly rushing into the thicket, disappearing from sight. The shattered branches and leaves created a few “splashes,” which quickly subsided into calm.
Xue Qianxun was panicked. From a distance of several tens of feet, she loudly called out Jin Se’s name. Just then, Jin Se’s flute music slowly rose from the dense jungle, light, impassioned, with clear rhythm, an entirely new atmosphere different from before.
A sudden huā lā sound, and the plants burst open in a cluster of vibrant green!
First, the first one—
A delicate and shapely body, a long, salamander-like tail; silver hair, flying in the wind; exquisite face, golden eyes. That Grand Yin Doll danced in the air, exactly like a beautiful mermaid leaping out of a emerald-green river, stunning and dazzling.
Immediately one after another, the Grand Yin Dolls drew perfect arcs in the air. Xue Qianxun, from her high vantage point, counted them one by one: “One, two, three… nine—why is one missing?” A thought flashed through Xue Qianxun’s mind.
The Grand Yin Dolls stretched their jade-like arms, easily grabbing the vines hanging into the ravine. Their postures were light, their movements agile, and their feet had suckers, perfect for rock climbing. Therefore, these evil beasts with maiden faces moved even faster than martial artists with superb qīnggōng (lightness skill).
Xue Qianxun remembered how formidable and cruel the Grand Yin Dolls were, and subconsciously wanted to hide. Suddenly, she thought of Jin Se still being under the thicket and couldn’t feel at ease. So, she mustered her courage to face the Grand Yin Dolls rushing upward.
If Jin Se has subdued these evil beasts, they certainly won’t hurt me. If Jin Se failed to tame them, she is also in grave danger, and I must, of course, help her and accompany her.
The Puppetry Technique, Thirteen Forms, takes the human consciousness as its attack target. Xue Qianxun thought that it must also be effective against evil beasts whose intelligence is no less than that of humans. Her still-injured hands were gently placed on the zither strings. Xue Qianxun was fully focused, her expression resolute. However, the Thirteen Forms she had just completed failed to be put to use once again.
The flute music suddenly paused. The nine Grand Yin Dolls simultaneously stopped midway up the cliff, gathering like lotus petals at a certain spot. All nine delicate hands simultaneously clenched into fists, striking the hard rock wall in unison.
“Sī…” Xue Qianxun couldn’t help but close her eyes, feeling the pain in her own hands, yet she didn’t know how much anguish the sight of her striking the bell with her fist and snatching the strings with her bare hands caused someone.
A loud boom was heard. Crushed stones splattered, and a hole appeared on the cliff face. Xue Qianxun, lying on the high ground, leaned out but couldn’t see inside the hole. She was extremely anxious.
At this moment, the already somewhat familiar, sharp wolf flute suddenly rang out, cutting through the lightness and spirituality of Jin Se’s Spirit Taming Flute.
Xue Qianxun suddenly realized: “Little Wolf is hiding in the hole.” Just as she was thinking, a large cluster of bats suddenly poured out of the hole. The sound of the wolf flute came from the center of that “black cloud.” The dual flute sounds, the flapping of the bats’ wings, and the sharp chirping of the Grand Yin Dolls instantly mixed into a cacophony.
Barely avoiding the encirclement of the Grand Yin Dolls, the bat swarm changed shape in the air. Little Wolf’s figure gradually emerged. The “black cloud” gathered under his feet, slowly floating. Little Wolf’s clothes were stained with bl00d, looking somewhat disheveled, but the sickly look on his face and brows had vanished without a trace, replaced by an intense murderous aura that only comes at the end of deep sorrow.