Mu Feng?
Clearly visible, Mu Ling'er's face instantly changed, shifting between light and shadow, as a hint of apprehension flashed through her expressive eyes.
Mu Ling'er has three older brothers and two older sisters, Mu Feng is ranked fifth, and although he's only two years older, he's her eldest brother.
The most crucial point is that Mu Feng coming here must be under the influence of her grandfather's will, this...
As this thought passed, Mu Ling'er's face gradually turned pale. She realized that regarding the arranged marriage with the Ning family, her grandfather, and even the whole City Lord's Mansion, shared a surprisingly unanimous and exceptionally firm stance.
Mu Ling'er, who still held a glimr of hope, instantly beca utterly desolate.
"Haven't you always loved dearly? Why do you treat like this? Are you really forcing to die?" Mu Ling'er murmured to herself, her two small fists tightly clenched together in extre despair.
Seeing this scene, Ning Yun couldn't help but curl a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, "Princess should know that Young Master Mu Feng is here this ti, carrying your grandfather's will, and for what reason, I need not say much?"
"Then, may I please ask the Princess to step aside; so people are destined not to survive today, understand?"
Already in a bad mood, Mu Ling'er, upon hearing Ning Yun's words and seeing that faint smile on his face, exploded with unstoppable fury.
"Are you teaching how to act? Huh?!"
Mu Ling'er's big eyes spewed flas of anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "Go, beat him to death for ."
The latter part of the sentence was naturally addressed to Mu Gang.
And then she continued, "If you want to kill Chen Yang, you can, unless you kill first, stepping over my corpse."
Saying this, Mu Ling'er spread her arms, blocking Ning Yun's path.
Aside from her rebellious mindset, Mu Ling'er was still unwilling to give up; she still wanted to bring Chen Yang to the City Lord's Mansion, before her grandfather.
In the end, she was unyielding, unwilling to resign to fate.
She didn't want to marry, much less to Ning Chen.
That's all.
Mu Gang stepped forward two steps, shrugged at Ning Yun, "Young Master Ning Yun, shall we fight again?"
Ning Yun: "..."
Clearly visible, the muscles on his face twitched constantly, apart from anger, there was a trace of dread.
This Mu Gang is indeed very strong.
Just from the previous exchange of blows, his hand is still in a numbed state.
"Weren't you here for the remnant map? Now that Biluo Sword Valley is no longer competing with you, why not quickly pursue?" After ditating for a while, Ning Yun spoke, his booming words echoing across the field.
As these words fell, those spectators, who were already eager to move, instantly sprang into action, pursuing in the direction Chen Yang and his company departed.
For them, with Biluo Sword Valley fallen, Princess Ling'er restrained, and Chen Yang severely injured, the remaining Yang Hu and Gu Zhiqing posed no threat, it was a rare/once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.
Furthermore, Ning Yun didn't hope for these people to swiftly kill Chen Yang, as long as they chased him, determined the path, and delayed his steps.
After all, regarding that Ancestral Sword, he was determined to acquire it.
After several twists and turns, the situation returned to the state of fleeing and pursuing.
Although fewer strong individuals were present, Chen Yang's side also suffered heavy injuries.
...
After leaving the scene, Yang Hu lost himself, carrying Chen Yang as he sprinted non-stop, paying no mind to exhaustion, until forty minutes later when Gu Zhiqing spotted a cave on a cliff, only then did he stop.
The cave was ten ters above the ground, its entrance covered by vines; had it not been for seeing birds flying out, Gu Zhiqing would have had a hard ti spotting it.
The cave is not large, two ters long and over one ter wide, the three barely squeezed inside.
"Boss."
Seeing Chen Yang's face ashen and his breath incredibly weak, Yang Hu's eyes filled with rage, lips quivering, his voice hoarse and deep, resembling the growl of a beast.
Then, Yang Hu rummaged through Chen Yang's body, found a bottle of antiseptic dicine, and emptied it into Chen Yang's mouth.
Yang Hu punched the stone wall, his tiger eyes enveloped in blood, biting his lip and trembling uncontrollably.
He knew that with just that little dicine, it was far from being effective.
In ten years as a warrior, what kinds of hardships hadn't he encountered?
But never had there been a day as hopeless as today.
In an uninhabited dense forest, before him lay an ocean, behind him countless pursuers, Chen Yang heavily injured, unconscious.
If a doctor were by his side, he wouldn't be as panic-stricken and powerless.
In the next mont.
This forr Eighth Rank Military General, an iron-blooded hero targeted for assassination by barbarians, now kneeling on the ground, tears silently falling.
Powerless, desperate.
He wasn't worried about his own safety; for soone who had battled for over a dozen years, what was there to fear?
The main concern was for Chen Yang.
Worried for his boss, the Supre Martial Commander of the mundane world, fearing he would die here due to lack of tily treatnt.
Gu Zhiqing sat quietly beside him, her face turned, staring outside the cave, her two hands tightly gripping her clothes, biting her lip, her eyes flashing continuously, revealing extre hesitation.
As if making a difficult decision.
For a mont, the small cave plunged into a state of absolute silence.
At the sa ti.
On the top of a towering tree not far from the cave, a black shadow stood quietly against the night, hands behind the back, deep eyes fixed on the cave.
"Indeed a promising talent, seems to be a reflection of my younger self?"
The figure was none other than the elderly Chen Changsheng, who chuckled self-mockingly, "If I had been as strong, staunch, and responsible as him back then, would the Changsheng Sect have fallen to such dire straits?"
"Endure this, it is a golden opportunity for you."
Chen Changsheng squinted his eyes, "You must endure!"
Inside the cave.
Gu Zhiqing turned her head to look at Chen Yang, that always cold-as-ice face could not help but pull into a gentle smile.
A smile that captivates, none else.
She raised her hand, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and said to Yang Hu, "Go find so water."
Hmm?
Yang Hu suddenly turned around, waiting quietly for Gu Zhiqing's explanation.
"I have a way," Gu Zhiqing said.
"Really?"
Yang Hu leapt from the ground, rushed in front of Gu Zhiqing, "What way do you have, tell ."
"I asked you to find so water."
Gu Zhiqing sternly glared at Yang Hu, a blush slightly rising on her cheeks, she turned her head and continued, "If you delay any longer, not even a Great Luo Immortal can help."
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."
Though puzzled, given the current situation, even if it were a veterinarian, Yang Hu would drag him over to treat Chen Yang.
"..."
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