Chapter 1538: Mere Petty Thieves Are Not Worth Ment

It was clear that these bandits had underestimated the strength and numbers of the Situ family's guards.

In less than half the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the bandits were all cut down by the Situ family's guards.

A few of the Situ family's guards were injured, but fortunately, no one died.

After a quick bandaging, Cangsheng returned to the carriage.

The recent battle had caused his hands to split open, and his right hand was now wrapped in gauze.

Cangsheng placed his long sword on his left side and took out an unfinished sandalwood branch from his pocket, continuing to fiddle with it to calm his somewhat flustered mind.

A delicate oval face peeked out from the carriage.

Situ Qingyi asked with concern, "Cangsheng, are you okay? Were you injured?"

"I'm fine. Mere petty thieves are not worth mentioning."

Situ Qingyi felt relieved, a hint of joy curling at the corners of her mouth.

After a brief reorganization, the caravan set off again.

"Brother Yifeng, did you see that sword move I made earlier? Wasn't it pretty good?" Cangsheng boasted.

Yifeng nodded in approval, "At your age, having such skill is indeed quite impressive."

Cangsheng beamed with a radiant smile.

But soon, his smile faded, replaced by a look of melancholy.

"Ah, I'm only at the sixth level of the Martial Master realm, still a long way from the Martial Spirit realm."

"Perhaps I'll never reach the Martial Spirit realm in this lifetime, never be as illustrious as that great figure in Huacheng, nor have the chance to see the vast landscapes like you!"

Yifeng comforted him, "Cangsheng, you're still young. Reaching the Martial Spirit realm is just a matter of time. By then, you'll surely surpass that great figure in Huacheng and fulfill your lifelong ambitions."

Cangsheng grinned, "Brother Yifeng, thank you. But you don't need to comfort me. I know I'll never reach the Martial Spirit realm in this lifetime; it's just a beautiful fantasy. After all..."

He glanced back at the carriage, as if afraid someone might hear, and whispered, "I will die by the age of thirty."

Hearing this, Yifeng felt an inexplicable pang of sadness.

He instinctively reached out and gently patted Cangsheng's head, comforting him like a child.

Yifeng gazed at the distant mountains, his eyes deep and far-reaching, as a scene slowly unfolded in his mind.

It was a starry sky.

A man stood at the pinnacle of the void, proudly staring down at a ferocious alien creature across from him.

This man also bore the surname Cang, and his features somewhat resembled Cangsheng's, though they carried a more commanding presence honed by years of experience.

The man roared at the alien creature in anger, "Don't even think of laying a finger on us, nor of disrupting our master's plans. If you dare, I'll reduce you to ashes!"

The man's aura was overwhelming, and with a mere gesture, it seemed as if he could wield immense power, capable of crushing everything in his path.

He fought the alien creature for hundreds of rounds, shattering the starry sky and twisting the void, leaving nothing but dust in his wake.

Finally, the man used the power of the Great Dao to seal the alien creature, gaining the upper hand.

The massive alien creature struggled fiercely, still putting up a desperate fight.

The man, exhausted from the intense battle and bearing horrifying wounds, momentarily lost focus.

Seizing the opportunity, the alien creature struck.

A faint red light shot from the alien's forehead, piercing the man's body before he could react.

A searing pain wracked the man's body, causing him to tremble violently, but he still maintained his grip on the alien.

The alien creature's face twisted into a grotesque grin, letting out an eerie laugh.

"Hahaha, you've been cursed by my kind. This curse will follow your bloodline for generations. Your descendants will die the moment they reach thirty!"

The alien warned, "I suggest you let me go. Only I can lift this curse!"

The man bit his tongue, forcing out a drop of his essence blood.

In the next moment, his aura surged, and he remained resolute, his eyes filled with unwavering determination as he clenched his fist, intent on crushing the vile alien into dust!

Seeing this, the alien creature screamed, "Do you want your descendants to suffer this curse for generations?!"

"Hmph, a futile struggle!"

The man sneered, then clenched his fist with all his might.

The alien creature was crushed inch by inch, turning into dust that scattered across the starry sky.

Afterward, the man slung his sword over his back and without hesitation, joined another battlefield, his figure solitary and resolute!

Yifeng snapped out of his reverie and glanced at Cangsheng beside him.

His eyes were filled with affection, and he patted Cangsheng's shoulder, saying firmly, "Believe me, you can do it. With effort, anything is possible."

"Thank you, Brother Yifeng. I will work hard."

Cangsheng looked at Yifeng, seeing the expectation and recognition in his eyes.

He knew that Yifeng's words and actions came from the heart, and Cangsheng felt a warm sensation in his chest.

Since his parents passed away, Cangsheng hadn't felt this kind of elder-like care in a long time.

Though he still had some doubts—why Yifeng remained so calm upon learning he would die at thirty—it no longer mattered.

Yifeng was right; as long as he worked hard, there was hope.

Cangsheng's mood brightened considerably.

He quickly finished weaving the sandalwood branch headband, the faint sandalwood scent making him feel even more at ease.

"Third Miss, I've made a sandalwood branch headband for you. See if you like it."

Cangsheng spoke softly, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

Situ Qingyi lifted the curtain, her face lighting up as she accepted the headband, whispering a barely audible "thank you."

Hearing her gratitude, Cangsheng's heart raced.

Then, he took the reins from Yifeng.

"Brother Yifeng, thank you. I'll take over driving the carriage. You should rest."

Yifeng smiled and nodded.

Inside the carriage.

Situ Qingyi carefully examined and caressed the sandalwood branch headband.

The texture and fragrance of the branches brought her comfort, and her smile became even more radiant, like the rising sun, bright and captivating.

She placed the headband on her head, and it fit perfectly.

She couldn't help but feel that Cangsheng was very thoughtful.

Not only did he remember her love for sandalwood, but he also made the headband just the right size.

Situ Qingyi knew that Cangsheng had picked these branches when they stopped earlier.

She had noticed everything, including the wound on Cangsheng's right hand.

Feeling this sentiment, Situ Qingyi's face unconsciously broke into a smile.

Before long, the caravan arrived at Huacheng.

Along the way, the streets were bustling.

Tall buildings lined the streets, and the city was thriving, full of noise and prosperity.

The caravan stopped in front of a luxurious estate.

A large wooden plaque hung above the gate, inscribed with the three gilded characters "Situ Manor."

Everyone dismounted and began checking the goods, preparing to carry them into the manor one by one.

Yifeng also got off the carriage and stood quietly to the side.

Cangsheng thoughtfully brought a wooden stool for the third miss and helped Situ Qingyi down from the carriage.

They exchanged a lingering glance.

Before entering the manor, Situ Qingyi, dressed in a yellow dress, stuck out her tongue at Cangsheng, looking very playful and adorable.

Cangsheng, on the other hand, scratched his head, looking somewhat flustered.

Seeing the third miss wearing the sandalwood headband he had given her, Cangsheng's heart swelled with joy.

He stood there dumbfounded, watching Situ Qingyi enter the manor until her figure disappeared from sight.