RMWDS -Chapter 263 Rooftop Terrace

(Current group members: 19. There were originally 16 members; later Lei Lingyin joined, then Lin Yuan, and finally Mu Ziqi.)

The first message in the group was a voice message from Lei Lingyin. She spoke rapidly, her voice full of urgency:

【Everyone, be on the lookout for an unfamiliar martial arts expert dressed in black. Male, around thirty years old. He’s currently fleeing around the mountain! Suspected to be Niannian’s father, a top-tier swordsman of the jianghu! Extremely skilled! Currently suffering from amnesia! Stop him immediately!】

Su Qingyu was completely confused:

【When did you guys get back? What are you even talking about?】

Mu Ziqi:

【I’m by the lake. Haven’t seen him so far.】

An Ning:

【Not in the animal breeding area either.】

Chu Fuling:

【I saw him! He just jumped over our clinic. Hua Ying and Zijun are chasing him.】

Chu Ningshuang:

【Can I shoot him with poison needles?】

Lin Yuan:

【Probably not. What if you accidentally hit a tourist?】

Hua Yuezhan:

【Didn’t they say our Hua Ying is already after him? Don’t worry. Everything’s fine.】

Wei Zhuoshan:

【This man’s martial arts are very good. Without a sword, he’s about evenly matched with Hua Ying. With a sword, he’d probably be even stronger.】

Chu Fuling:

【Oh, I just saw the Left Protector heading over too.】

Hua Yuezhan:

【Then there’s definitely nothing to worry about.】

Everyone else thought the same.

The atmosphere in the group instantly became much more relaxed.

Lin Yuan:

【Congratulations to Lady Wen and Miss Ling on your family reunion.】

Chu Fuling:

【Niannian must be very happy.】

Su Qingyu:

【No, wait a second. I don’t understand. His wife and daughter are here, right? Then why is he running away?】

Shen Yan:

【He has amnesia and doesn’t trust us. We brought him back by force after knocking him unconscious. The anesthetic wore off halfway through.】

Chu Fuling couldn’t believe it:

【My anesthetic can wear off halfway through?】

Chu Ningshuang:

【Does this person have an unusual physique?】

Lei Lingyin:

【Wow, Sister Ningshuang is amazing! You guessed that right away.】

Su Qingyu:

【Well, that explains it. He was forcibly knocked out, then woke up in a completely unfamiliar place surrounded by all kinds of strange people and weird things. How is that any different from being trafficked to northern Myanmar?】

An Ning:

【What is northern Myanmar?】

Su Qingyu:

【A professional customer-service training center that comprehensively improves your emotional intelligence, intelligence, and ability to withstand physical beatings.】

An Ning:

【Huh?】

Su Qingluo:

【Su Qingyu, can you spend less time on the internet in the future?】

Su Wangkui:

【I’ve been back for quite a while now. Neither of you has asked how your father is doing.】

Su Qingyu:

【Oh. Then let’s ask. How’s your son? Is he dead?】

Su Wangkui:

【Not dead. We just broke his arms and legs.】

Su Qingluo:

【Read.】

Su Qingyu:

【Well, that’s truly unfortunate.】

Xie Dingnian:

【I found them! They’re in front of the newly built restaurant! Hua Ying has already stopped him!】

Along with the message, he sent a five-second video.

In the video, the man was fighting both Hua Ying and Wei Zijun by himself.

The area was packed with curious tourists. Many of them had already taken out their phones to record.

The excited voices of onlookers could be clearly heard:

“What’s this new performance supposed to be?”

“Wow, the fight choreography is so professional!”

On the surface, the battle looked flashy and impressive, making the black-clad man seem incredibly powerful.

But anyone knowledgeable in martial arts could tell what was really happening.

Hua Ying and Wei Zijun were carefully restraining him step by step—yet neither of them dared to fight at full strength.

The two of them were wary of the dense crowd of tourists nearby.

They feared that if their techniques were too forceful or their internal energy leaked out, innocent bystanders might get hurt. As a result, every move they made was heavily restrained. They could only passively engage and contain their opponent, unable to fully suppress him.

Meanwhile, the crowd kept pressing closer.

Curious tourists wanted a better view of the fight, and the scene was becoming increasingly chaotic.

When Miao Yunyou saw the situation in the video, she nearly had a heart attack.

She immediately grabbed a walkie-talkie.

“All staff currently on duty, proceed to the newly built restaurant area immediately!

“Take up your positions and maintain order on-site!

“Inform all visitors that this is currently a rehearsal performance. Everyone must move back immediately and return to the designated safe viewing areas. Crowding and blocking the area are strictly prohibited!

“I repeat: disperse the crowd immediately and stabilize the situation!”

At the same moment, a cool gust of wind descended from above.

Luo Xinglan arrived at the center of the battle right on time.

Without wasting a single word, she sprang into action the instant she landed.

Her movement technique unfolded like a streak of cold light as she cut directly into the fight.

The black-clad swordsman was currently unarmed and unable to display his full strength. Already constrained by Hua Ying and Wei Zijun, he suddenly found himself facing Luo Xinglan’s powerful and overwhelming internal force.

His body trembled from the impact, and he was forced to retreat several steps.

Under the guidance of the resort staff, the tourists also began moving back in an orderly fashion, creating a large open space around the fighters.

“Ah, so it really is a rehearsal!”

“Wow, there wasn’t even an announcement! Is this some kind of surprise event?”

“The acting is pretty convincing!”

“Is the guy in black a new NPC? I don’t remember seeing him before.”

Luo Xinglan’s gaze remained sharp and icy.

Throughout the fight, her offense and defense were perfectly controlled, every movement measured with precision.

She knew that a reckless battle in such a crowded area could easily cause accidents.

So she deliberately changed her approach.

Instead of confronting him head-on, she used skillful techniques to redirect and control his movements, steadily guiding him step by step.

Before long, she had maneuvered him onto the third-floor terrace of the restaurant.

Hua Ying and Wei Zijun did not follow.

They remained below, cutting off his escape route.

After all, no one doubted Luo Xinglan’s abilities.

As for the tourists—

“Ohhhhhhh! Amazing qinggong!”

“A clash of masters?! A battle between top experts?!”

“Who designed this terrace? It’s awesome!”

The terrace had actually been personally conceived and approved by Miao Yunyou.

Its inspiration came from the famous rooftop platform on Jianghan Road in W City, a wildly popular internet-famous attraction at a branch of China Gold.

Known as the most eye-catching landmark on Jianghan Road, netizens jokingly referred to it as the “Little Yellow Crane Tower.”

Professional dancers performed there daily, visible from the entire street below, creating an incredibly striking visual spectacle.

Especially at night, when the lights illuminated the structure, it became dazzlingly magnificent.

Virtually no tourist could walk past without stopping to take photos.

Miao Yunyou had personally witnessed the crowds of visitors gathering to watch the dancers on that terrace.

So she decided to borrow the idea.

She had massive viewing terraces built on the third, fifth, and seventh floors of the new restaurant building.

Although the restaurant itself had not yet been fully completed, the terraces had long since been finished and decorated in a rich ancient-Chinese style.

Vermilion pillars stood alongside carved railings.

Rows of bronze wind chimes hung from the eaves, producing pleasant ringing sounds whenever the breeze passed through.

On both sides of the terrace stood neatly arranged weapon racks displaying sabers, spears, swords, halberds, whips, axes, and more.

These were not decorative props.

They were all genuine weapons.

The solemn and imposing display perfectly matched the atmosphere of a martial arts world.

Finally seeing weapons, the black-clad swordsman wasted no time.

He immediately drew a sword from one of the racks and pointed it at Luo Xinglan.

“What exactly do you people want?!”

He truly had no desire to waste any more time on this group of inexplicable strangers.

At the moment, he only wanted one thing—

To find the leader of the Cold Moon Sword Sect and retrieve his sword tassel.

At this point, Luo Xinglan knew there was no way she could talk him into cooperation.

So she decided on a simpler solution:

Beat him into submission first.

On the terrace, amid the excited cheers of countless tourists, a restrained yet spectacular duel between peak experts erupted.

And despite how thrilling it looked—

There was never really any doubt about the outcome.