Chapter 87: What Do You Want to Do to Miss Su?

Throughout the morning’s military training, when everyone else was weary and suffering, only Qin Xuan remained relaxed and at ease.

By noon, when the session ended, the entire field echoed with sighs and groans; it was clear that just half a day of training had been almost unbearable for these freshmen. Evidently, having new students participate in military training right at the start of university was still very much necessary.

“Boss, want to grab lunch together?” Zhou Xiaoyu asked.

“No, I have something to do,” Qin Xuan replied, shaking his head.

“Boss, how come you’re always busy?” Zhou Xiaoyu protested, feeling disappointed. Apart from the first day, when he’d treated Qin Xuan to lunch, they hadn’t eaten together since. This left Zhou Xiaoyu puzzled—just where did the boss go every noon?

At that moment, Qin Xuan’s phone rang.

“Qin Xuan, are you finished? I’m waiting for you at the school gate.” Su Muqing’s enchanting voice drifted through the line, stirring the heart.

“All right, I’ll be right there.”

This time, Zhou Xiaoyu overheard clearly: it was Su Muqing waiting for him. He could hardly believe it. He’d heard about the car accident at the school gate yesterday, where the boss and Su Muqing had taken the instructor to the hospital together.

Did Su Muqing wait for him every noon?

“Oh my god, could it be that the boss is really involved with Teacher Su…” Zhou Xiaoyu mused, his expression growing increasingly mischievous. He’d thought Qin Xuan merely knew Su Muqing, but now it seemed their relationship was anything but ordinary. Perhaps that act of heroism truly had won the beauty’s heart?

Qin Xuan, of course, had no inkling of Zhou Xiaoyu’s thoughts.

After saying farewell to the others, he made his way alone to the school gate. From a distance, he saw a strikingly attractive figure standing by the roadside, drawing glances from every passerby—her presence commanded a one hundred percent turn-around rate.

“You’re here. I’ll go get the car,” Su Muqing said with a captivating smile, though a hint of worry lingered in her brows. She had no confidence that she would meet Master Jingguang today. Since he was said to wander the world, how could he possibly have returned just a day later?

“Don’t worry,” Qin Xuan reassured her, sensing her uncertainty. “While I can’t be sure we’ll see him today, it’s worth trying once or twice more. If he’s still not there the third time, then we’ll have to give up.”

“Mm, I’ll follow your lead,” Su Muqing nodded, finding sense in his words, and turned toward the parking garage.

Qin Xuan followed her inside. He immediately spotted the neat Chevrolet. He’d ridden in this car more than once, but today, something about it felt off.

“Come on, get in,” Su Muqing said, reaching for the driver’s side door.

“Don’t touch it—watch out!” Qin Xuan shouted, lunging toward Su Muqing in a flash.

Unfortunately, Su Muqing had already grasped the door handle and looked at Qin Xuan, puzzled by his sudden movement. At that instant, a faint, sweet scent wafted from beneath the car.

Watching Su Muqing collapse helplessly, Qin Xuan was left speechless. He quickly drew a deep breath into his dantian, holding it, and propped her up against the car.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Two sharp projectiles sliced through the air from the shadows.

Qin Xuan didn’t hesitate. He spun and swung the sandalwood sword case behind him.

Bang! Bang! Two crisp impacts rang out as the thrown weapons were deflected.

“So, it’s the ninja—they’re quick to act…” Qin Xuan thought, scanning the area. The underground parking lot was shrouded in darkness, with no sign of anyone.

Japanese ninjas were masters of stealth and ambush. Even Qin Xuan could not pin down their location in such conditions. Had he been facing other cultivators, he would have sensed them long ago, but Japanese ninjas were a different matter.

With their attack thwarted, the two ninjas melted into silence; the garage fell eerily quiet.

Looking down at Su Muqing in his arms, Qin Xuan realized she’d inhaled some sort of drug and had passed out. Since these ninjas were called in by Li Shihao, they probably wouldn’t try to kill her.

He didn’t wake her immediately but kept vigilant, gently settling her in the driver’s seat. Even after closing the car door, all remained still. The drug Su Muqing had released by opening the car door gradually dispersed, drifting away and losing its potency.

This kind of drug only rendered someone unconscious when its concentration reached a certain threshold.

“Do they think I can’t find them just because they’re hiding?” Qin Xuan sneered softly. He formed a quick hand seal, activating a minor technique from Ziwei Doushu. It was a detection spell—he sent a thread of true energy mixed with spiritual power outward. Soon, he sensed movement in a nearby shadow.

The ninjas had not slipped up; rather, the spell was simply too effective. At close range, no living creature could remain hidden.

“Both together—excellent.” Qin Xuan crept closer. Though he held Japanese ninjas in contempt, he had to treat them seriously in combat; otherwise, a careless mistake could lead to disaster.

Clang!

As he neared the pillar concealing the ninjas, Qin Xuan drew his sword in a blinding flash. A streak of silver cleaved through the darkness—his sword swept out like lightning, slicing both figures behind the pillar clean in two!

“No—these are puppets!” The Taiching Sword met no resistance. Qin Xuan quickly realized these were mere dummies, a common ninja trick—decoys or substitutes.

He spun around to check the Chevrolet; all was quiet.

“Did they leave?” Qin Xuan wondered, unleashing his detection spell once more.

Just then, a few people descended the ramp into the garage, laughing and joking.

“Brother Guang, Brother Zhao, I know a place with great food. Let me treat you both for lunch.”

“Fine, I’ll eat anywhere. Damn it, we really need to find a way to deal with Qin Xuan, but I can’t help much—he’s got connections with my family higher-ups, I can’t afford to cross him.”

“Coward. You might as well go home and suckle your mother.”

“What did you say? Screw you!”

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Qin Xuan immediately recognized the trio as the same troublemakers from the morning and frowned.

No wonder the ninjas hadn’t reappeared—someone had arrived, and they didn’t want to be exposed. After all, in China, Japanese ninjas wouldn’t dare act too brazenly.

“There they are.”

Qin Xuan suddenly detected the ninjas’ hiding places and smirked. One was under the Chevrolet; the other was concealed in the trunk, likely hidden there long before.

“So that’s it. The two decoys and the flying knives were all staged to distract me…”

Hearing the trio’s voices drawing nearer, Qin Xuan hatched a plan. The ninjas were afraid of being seen, and so was he—better to lure them into the wild and finish them off there.

He strode toward the Chevrolet, soon appearing before Yang Guang and his companions.

“Shit! It’s Qin Xuan!” Zhao Xu exclaimed.

“Damn! What’s he doing here? Didn’t he just hear all our plans?” Yang Guang was equally shocked.

But the strongest reaction came from Zou Qingshu, who had caught sight of Su Muqing, unconscious in the car. Her eyes were closed, long lashes trembling—a vision of temptation.

“Beast! What are you trying to do to Teacher Su?”