Ch 519: Broken Feather Fan

Zhuge Liuguang looked at Jiang Nanyu, frowned slightly, and looked at his Grand Uncle: “Xiao Shu is Liuyun’s bloodline, and this face and the imprints on her body are unmistakable.”

“What’s the rush?” The Grand Uncle shook his head. “I’m just saying that I can’t sense the Zhuge Clan’s aura in her. She is enveloped in a terrifying power; I can’t see through it, I can’t see through it…”

Saying this, he walked to Jiang Nanyu, supported by a young junior, and reached out to touch her face.

Jiang Nanyu instinctively dodged backward.

“Don’t be afraid, child.”

Zhuge Liuguang explained: “This is your Grand Uncle. He’s best at discerning people by touch. Don’t be afraid.”

Jiang Nanyu stood still, allowing the wrinkled hand to slowly land on her head, then slowly down. With each touch, his expression darkened.

Until his finger touched Jiang Nanyu’s brow again, suddenly he recoiled his hand, burned by a scorching heat.

“Grand Uncle!”

“Grand Uncle, what’s wrong with you?”

The Grand Uncle’s finger still retained the feeling of being burned by scorching flames; his eye, clouded with cataracts, showed eerie symbols.

The symbols flashed by, disappearing before Jiang Nanyu could see them clearly.

“Unmistakable, unmistakable,” the Grand Uncle muttered. “This power…”

The others were puzzled and wanted to say something, but the Grand Uncle interrupted them. He stared at Jiang Nanyu and asked in a deep voice: 《”Qiaolian Divine Numbers”》 how many lessons have you learned?”

“The one hundred and sixty-ninth lesson, ‘Alas, alas, a pillar in the midst of the current, waves rising from level ground.’”

As soon as the words fell, the young man supporting the Grand Uncle blurted out: “Impossible!”

Jiang Nanyu looked at him.

The young man came to his senses, pursed his lips, and said with an unusual expression: “From the one hundred and twentieth lesson onwards, the content is obscure and difficult to understand. I heard that Madam only learned up to the one hundred and thirty-sixth lesson. You’re not even twenty years old, how could you… could you…”

Another young man also looked at Jiang Nanyu with suspicion.

Jiang Nanyu shrugged slightly: “If you say so, then so be it.”

She wasn’t going to tell them that she had learned more than the one hundred and sixty-ninth lesson.

Come to think of it, she had to thank the Spiritual Essence of the ancestors hidden in the Ancestral Hall’s tablets. Without their generous help, even with Jiang Nanyu’s exceptional talent, she couldn’t have finished so many lessons in just ten days.

The Grand Uncle glanced at Zhuge Liuguang.

Zhuge Liuguang suddenly struck Jiang Nanyu with a palm—completely unexpected!

Jiang Nanyu, however, keenly sensed the attack and instinctively raised her hand to meet Zhuge Liuguang’s—

A powerful airflow instantly generated from both of them, creating a confrontation. The two young men were thrown away by this force, yet the seemingly weakest, the Grand Uncle, remained firmly in place, without even moving a step.

Jiang Nanyu’s mind stirred, and a broken feather fan suddenly appeared in her other hand.

“Stop!”

The Grand Uncle spoke.

The two forces instantly dissipated.

“Where did you get this feather fan?” The Grand Uncle’s eyes were sharp as he stared at Jiang Nanyu.

“I don’t know. It flew into my hand automatically. Maybe it flew out from a corner of the Ancestral Hall?” Jiang Nanyu quickly declared her innocence. “I didn’t steal anything from the Ancestral Hall!”

Except for the offering fruits.

When she woke up, her first feeling was hunger— dizzying, debilitating hunger. Without thinking, she ate all the offering fruits on the altar.

As for this broken fan, she really didn’t know; it mysteriously appeared and flew into her hand.

When she was about to leave the Ancestral Hall, she put it back on the altar to avoid this misunderstanding.

Zhuge Liuyun and the Grand Uncle naturally knew that Jiang Nanyu didn’t take this damaged feather fan, because it had disappeared for over a hundred years.

They searched every corner of the village without finding it, once believing it had been lost in a forbidden zone. But today, it reappeared.

After a moment of silence, Zhuge Liuguang said: “Go take a bath and change your clothes. Come find me afterward.”

“Okay.” Jiang Nanyu obediently agreed, offering the broken feather fan.

Zhuge Liuguang reached out to take it, but the feather fan “whooshed” away, colliding mid-air with the Demon-Slaying Sword that sensed Jiang Nanyu’s awakening.

“Ouch!”

“Which blind thing bumped into me?”

Two voices rang out simultaneously in mid-air.

“Plop——”

Half a chicken fell from the General’s mouth. He stared wide-eyed at the two magical artifacts on the ground.

Did he hear wrong? How could there be two spiritual artifact voices?!