A Record of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 247: The Yan Siblings

Perhaps it was their impatience that caused it, but suddenly two black dots appeared in the western sky of the mountain peak, followed by two enormous two-headed monstrous eagles gradually flying closer. These were the Double-headed Ducks that Han Li had seen before at the Tainan meeting, each carrying a man and a woman.

As soon as they spotted outsiders, the originally sluggish Dong Xuan'er instantly perked up, straightening her posture and staring curiously at the approaching Double-headed Ducks.

“My apologies for keeping you both waiting. I am Yan Yu, and this is my junior sister Yan Ling. We have come specifically to escort you to Yanling Fortress.” As the Double-headed Ducks landed atop the mountain peak, the young man and woman jumped down promptly. The young man, just having steadied himself, spoke apologetically.

“No problem! We only just arrived ourselves!” Before Han Li could reply, Dong Xuan'er, seeing that Yan Yu was an exceptionally heroic man, immediately brightened her eyes and spoke in a soft, melodious voice, so charming that even Han Li glanced over in surprise.

If it weren’t for her bratty behavior he had witnessed over the past few days, Han Li might have mistaken her voice at this moment for that of a respected young lady from a noble household!

Yan Yu, of course, was unaware of all this. Seeing the beautiful young Dong Xuan'er and hearing her gentle tone, his heart stirred strangely. He straightened up and said loudly,

“Actually, Yan Family disciples were originally waiting here for honorable guests. But the disciple who was supposed to host you had an accident, so no one was here to receive you, nearly causing us to neglect you! On behalf of the Yan Family, I sincerely apologize and hope you will not take offense.”

Dong Xuan'er smiled faintly, a flicker of charm in her eyes. Just as she was about to say more, Han Li’s faint voice suddenly whispered in her ear:

“Junior sister, aren’t you afraid Senior Uncle Hongfu will blame you for this?”

Hearing this, Dong Xuan'er’s expression changed drastically, her lips opening and closing but no words coming out. This odd scene puzzled the Yan siblings.

Yan Ling was a lively-looking girl of about fifteen or sixteen with sparkling black eyes that darted back and forth between Han Li and Dong Xuan'er, giving off a very sharp impression.

“Like Junior Sister Dong said, being a little late is no big deal. I believe the Yan Family would never deliberately snub invited guests! But I am still curious—what kind of accident befell the disciple supposed to host you? Could it have been a conflict with some guest?” Han Li, having stopped Dong Xuan'er from recklessly using the transformation of spring technique’s alluring charm, cleared his throat and politely asked, half-jokingly, about the so-called “accident.”

“Um?” Yan Yu looked troubled and hesitant, as if he had some reservations about revealing the truth.

“Han Li, since Brother Yu is uncomfortable discussing this, it’s best not to pry. Let’s just head to Yanling Fortress. Many guests have already arrived, haven’t they?” Dong Xuan'er quickly spoke up, sensing Yan Yu’s hesitation.

“Yes, let’s go to Yanling Fortress! Many guests have indeed arrived and are chatting about cultivation experiences and exchanging techniques. You two joining them would be perfect.”

Yan Yu visibly relaxed and agreed enthusiastically, his admiration for Dong Xuan'er growing. Meanwhile, Yan Ling, sensing Dong Xuan'er’s mischievous intentions, pouted unhappily.

This time, Han Li didn’t chastise Dong Xuan'er. Instead, he smiled slightly, nodded, and said,

“Then please, Brother Yan and Sister Yan, lead the way. Junior Sister Dong and I will follow.”

Yan Yu was pleased that Han Li didn’t press further but then thought better of it and said apologetically,

“Before guiding you, I must check your invitation tokens. Please don’t take offense!”

Though polite, Han Li clearly felt Yan Yu’s tone was mostly directed at Dong Xuan'er, showing that this Yan Family disciple was already ensnared by her tender web.