Chapter 634 - 236: Sister Xingguang, Are You Also a Fangirl of Marshal Lin?

Dongfang Yi was so entranced that he forgot to control the balance vehicle for a smooth landing, and the front of the vehicle slammed directly onto the sidewalk, causing him to be thrown off the pedal.

Under the influence of inertia, Dongfang Yi staggered towards the wall in front of him.

He wanted to stop, but he couldn’t!

At this moment, a cold, white, slender hand suddenly reached over and gently grasped his shoulder, easily pulling Dongfang Yi back. "Be careful."

Dongfang Yi was still in shock.

He took a breath, his face flushed, glancing at Xu Xingguang, who looked slender and fragile but could effortlessly pull him back with a gentle tug of her fingers, somewhat amazed by her strength. "Thank you, Sister Xingguang."

Glancing at the balance vehicle with a damaged front cover due to the collision, Xu Xingguang carefully examined the brand and noted down the name. "This vehicle has poor handling performance, don’t buy it again in the future."

Dongfang Yi was too embarrassed to admit, it wasn’t the vehicle’s handling that was poor, it was that Sister Xingguang was so beautiful she left him spellbound.

Dongfang Yi picked up the balance vehicle and slung it over his shoulder. "Sister Xingguang, I went to Emperor City and also handed over the dagger to the curator of the Emperor Exhibition Hall as you instructed."

"Curator Ming Feng and the others have already appraised it; you didn’t deceive me, that dagger is indeed the National Guardian Dagger from the Ancient Xia Country era!" Dongfang Yi observed Xu Xingguang, and when she heard these words, her expression remained indifferent and her reaction minimal.

But Dongfang Yi is someone who understands the need to repay kindness many times over.

That National Guardian Dagger was real; Xu Xingguang could have entirely gone to Emperor City herself to present the dagger to the Emperor Exhibition Hall, or she could have asked someone else from Wuyuan Town to help transfer it.

But she chose him.

Dongfang Yi now suspected that when Xu Xingguang asked him for help, she had already inquired about his family background, knowing that his family wasn’t valued in the Dongfang Family, so she gave him this good task.

He took the National Guardian Dagger to Curator Ming Feng to make a connection, which will naturally be helpful in the future.

She was helping him.

"Sister Xingguang," Dongfang Yi cautiously voiced the question in his heart, "such a good opportunity, you could have easily chosen someone else, why did you entrust this good opportunity to me?"

Xu Xingguang stared at his strand of highlighted hair and suddenly asked, "Dongfang Jing, what is he to you?"

Dongfang Jing?

Dongfang Yi thought for a moment and then said, "If you’re asking about that Dongfang Jing from the Ancient Xia Country era, then he should be our old ancestor."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xingguang’s mind flashed with the image of a young man who smiled with crescent-shaped eyes, had white tender skin, yet mastered ancient martial arts to the point of perfection, accompanying her several times into enemy camps.

Unfortunately, Dongfang Jing ultimately died alongside her in the Kunze Mountain Range, and he should have been only 28 at the time, just newlywed. His wife was a girl from the Cang Clan, another ancient martial family, named Cang Xueyang.

Just this afternoon, she had heard the name Cang Xueyang from Elder Tan Nan. Cang Xueyang once led thirty thousand super power users to the Eastern Alliance, rescuing the surviving indigenous Green Blood People.

Earlier, when she returned to her room to change clothes, Xu Xingguang specifically searched for Cang Xueyang’s identity and only then learned that when Dongfang Jing died, Cang Xueyang was carrying his posthumous child.

Dongfang Yi’s clan was the surviving bloodline of the Dongfang Clan, later protected under Cang Xueyang.

Little Dongfang Yi is a descendant of Dongfang Jing.

"Dongfang Jing was Marshal Lin’s aide." Xu Xingguang left these words behind as she crossed the crosswalk to the opposite side of the road, her figure graceful, prompting passersby to look back frequently.

Dongfang Yi listened half-comprehendingly, and he started walking to catch up, asking Xu Xingguang with a curiosity like a child, "Sister Xingguang, are you a die-hard fan of Marshal Lin by any chance?"

"Let’s just say that I am."

Dongfang Yi suddenly felt like he had met a relative; he was clearly about the same height as Xu Xingguang, with legs not short, yet he always lagged behind her.

Dongfang Yi jogged to catch up with her, chattering away, "Hey, my ancestors were formidable. My old ancestor Dongfang Jing was a top-tier ancient martial arts master, who fought alongside Marshal Lin on the battlefield. During the era without super power users, ancient martial artists were more formidable than long guns and cannons."

"And what about now?" Xu Xingguang finally slowed her pace and asked softly.

The bright smile on the young man’s face seemed frozen as if cold water had been poured on it.

Dongfang Yi lowered his head, a bit upset, and said, "Ancient martial arts have long declined, and now almost no one in the Dongfang Family practices it. My father is still persisting, but ancient martial arts have long lost its lineage, and he is just groping in the dark."