sjar Chapter 19, 3 River Town 7
Chapter 19, 3 River Town 7
When Mu Qingfeng woke up from her coma, she opened her eyes. She remembered that the painted boat was broken. She subconsciously wanted to grab her senior sister. She was just a little bit short of grabbing her senior sister's hand.
Senior Sister must not get hurt!
After falling into the water, she swam desperately towards her senior sister. Suddenly, something grabbed her foot, and she couldn't move. She drifted further and further away from the surface until she lost consciousness.
No, she has to find her senior sister right away!
Startled awake from her reverie, Mu Qingfeng looked around and found herself lying in a dark, damp tunnel. Faint light shone through the cracks, and everything around her was eerie and frightening.
It stinks. Where am I?
The rustling sounds came from all directions, sending chills down one's spine.
Just as Mu Qingfeng was about to get up, a distorted, beautiful face suddenly appeared in her line of sight.
In the distance, on the ground, lies a beautiful face with vacant eyes and a pale complexion, as if shrouded in death.
"You! What's wrong with you??"
The trembling sound carried far, and Mu Qingfeng looked at the ground in horror.
Accompanied by distant echoes…
"What's wrong…"
More and more distorted, beautiful faces appeared on the ground, and Mu Qingfeng stared in horror.
The distorted beauty drew ever closer, ghostly and alluring. Mu Qingfeng was so terrified she forgot to even stand, supporting herself with her hands as she retreated. Suddenly, she touched something sticky, hard, and slightly furry.
She turned her head, and the beautiful woman looked at her with a pitiful expression...
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
It's not a ghost! It's a spider!!!
Inside this cramped tunnel, spiders the size of washbasins were everywhere, each with a distorted, beautiful face on its back. In the dim light, the distorted faces revealed pain and fear, like vengeful ghosts coming to claim lives.
Mu Qingfeng ran frantically down the corridor, not daring to think about what she had stepped on or what the sticky liquid she had touched was. The spider's eight legs made a sharp scraping sound on the damp ground, like a death symphony.
She dared not turn around, nor dared to stop. The corridor was filled with unknown fear, which sent chills down her spine, as if she were in hell.
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"Were you ambushed by someone from Tianshan?"
“That’s right, I can’t mistake that extremely cold internal energy and sharp swordsmanship. I know you won’t believe me if I tell you. If I hadn’t fought this person myself, I wouldn’t believe that someone from Tianshan would try to ambush me. Miss Fei, look at my hands. If I hadn’t been injured before, I wouldn’t have ended up needing my junior brothers’ help to escape.”
There was a two-inch sword wound on his right forearm. Although the wound was not long, it had already reached the bone. The flesh and blood in the wound seemed frozen, without a single drop of blood, yet it was a terrifyingly red. Only a well-versed martial artist could understand that the sword energy was too sharp, directly sealing the entire wound, causing the flesh and blood to appear frozen at the moment of injury.
"What nonsense are you spouting? We'll settle this once you're healed."
Upon hearing Dongfang Rui's words, Tie Yun, who had just arrived, became enraged and shouted loudly. That morning, he and his fellow disciples had been searching for a way out when they encountered these three scholars. He hadn't been able to defeat them due to the short duration of their encounter, and he refused to believe that the scholars before him were more skilled in martial arts.
But now is not the time to talk about this. Before Dongfang Rui could answer, Tie Yun turned and bowed to the delicate-looking girl in front of him.
"Miss Fei, I, Tie Yun, was blind to your greatness before, and you were so magnanimous as not to hold it against me. Today, thanks to you for saving our young master's life, I, Tie Yun, will never hesitate to help you in the future!"
People who repay kindness are always worth befriending. Fei Xi returned the gesture with a fist and a fist salute, and smiled:
"Brother Tieyun, you're too kind. Considering our age difference, if you don't mind, may I call you elder brother?"
"Hahahaha, I admit defeat, girl!"
The burly warriors of Thunderbolt Fortress laughed heartily. "Young Master? He is who he is!" they declared. Tie Yun liked straightforward people, and this woman suited his taste!
“Brother Tie, I’ll be frank. What’s outside isn’t just ordinary fog, but miasma. Even if you are all top-notch experts, if this miasma enters your bodies, you’ll either fall ill or risk your life. Please distribute this bottle of Purple Snow Pills to the heroes of Thunderbolt Fort immediately.”
"it is good!"
Tie Yun was not one to mince words; he knew what was important and what was urgent. He took the medicine bottle and walked toward his fellow disciples.
After delivering the medicine, Fei Xi looked at Dongfang Rui. The scholar had already withdrawn his hand and stood awkwardly in front of her.
She naturally understood what Dongfang Rui meant by showing her his hand. Firstly, it was to prove his innocence; secondly, after witnessing her medical skills, he wanted to exploit her sympathy by playing the victim to get her to treat his sword wound.
"The sword wound on your hand was caused by the ultimate technique 'Silent Snowfall' of Feiyu Peak, one of the twelve peaks of Tianshan. Silent snowfall, the sword passes without leaving a trace. As the name suggests, the sword energy of this sword technique injures people invisibly, without drawing blood, yet it is far more ferocious than drawing blood. The sharp sword energy will remain sealed in the wound, and the wound will not heal as long as the sword energy does not dissipate."
Seeing that the girl indeed recognized his sword wound, Dongfang Rui, who had been suffering from his arm injury all day, could not hide his excitement and asked:
"Miss Fei, do you have a way to remove the sword energy from my hand?"
The young girl, with a calm expression, handed a red porcelain jar the size of a lychee and a small white porcelain bottle to Dongfang Rui, saying:
"Use the Formless Technique to channel internal energy into the four acupoints of Shaochong, Shaofu, Shenmen, and Shaohai in sequence. Once the wounds start to bleed, immediately apply the ointment from the red jar. Also, this is the Purple Snow Pill for you."
"Miss Fei... thank you."
Without any difficulty or demands, and even treating them all equally with the Purple Snow Pill, Dongfang Rui, who had been prepared for their price, was suddenly filled with mixed feelings. When the young woman from Kuai Zai Lou took the initiative to approach him, he realized that he had previously underestimated this senior sister of the Qingcheng Sect. Now it seemed that he had still underestimated the woman before him. Not only was she highly skilled in medicine and knowledgeable, but she was also a rare person of genuine character, making her trustworthy.
After sending out another batch of medicine, Fei Xi handed the last bottle of Purple Snow Pills to Junior Brother Mo for distribution.
Yu Mu took the medicine from Senior Brother Mo and swallowed it expressionlessly. The moment the medicine entered his stomach, a cool sensation swept away the tightness in his chest, and his breathing became easier.
Feeling better didn't improve his complexion; his face remained ashen, his eyes cold as he stared intently at the three scholars before him. He couldn't understand why his senior sister would treat that Dongfang Rui and then give medicine to these hypocrites! But the medicine belonged to his senior sister, so he couldn't say anything and could only sulk to himself.
Just as he was getting angry, a gentle smile suddenly appeared before him, and her clear, watery eyes instantly calmed him down. The girl in front of him spoke softly to him:
“Junior Brother Yu, Senior Sister knows you’ve always been meticulous. Can you tell me why everyone is so certain that it was Brother Dongfang who attacked Young Master Tie, and why you’re so sure that Brother Dongfang was following you?”
A positive compliment is like turning a cloudy day into a sunny one. Seeing the senior sister's question, the boy's clear voice cheerfully replied:
“Senior Sister, although the attackers in the fog were masked and we couldn’t see their faces clearly, I could see their clothes very clearly. They were wearing a turban and a moon-white straight-collared long robe. Most importantly, I sparred with them, and I recognized their martial arts moves from Dongfang Ruishi. They were called ‘Stabilizing Heaven and Earth.’”
"Impossible! The ability to determine the universe is a unique skill of Xuehai Academy and will never be passed on to outsiders."
Upon hearing the words of the Qingcheng Sect disciple, Dongfang Rui, who was having his junior brother apply medicine to his wounds, instantly changed his expression. More terrifying than being misunderstood as an attacker was the fact that his sect's secret techniques had been leaked outside.
"You say you didn't ambush us, and Senior Sister said your sword wound is genuine, so I'll believe you this once. But how can you be so sure it wasn't one of your people impersonating you to ambush us?!"
"impossible!"
“They are definitely not from Xuehai Academy. I vouch for them.”
Fei Xi glanced at Dongfang Rui, nodded to him, and said she would leave this to her.
She had heard him say before that the Master had agreed... which meant that at this moment, apart from Dongfang Rui and the other two, there would be no other people from Xuehai Academy in Nanxuan City.
The Tianshan Sword Technique, the Xuehai Brush Technique, and the Qingcheng Sect Palm Technique—to be able to use several unique skills simultaneously, this attacker is definitely a martial arts genius! Fei Xi lowered her head in thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up and asked:
"Speaking of which, are you the only ones in this inn? Where is the others? Didn't you run into your junior brother?"
“We met our junior brother when we first arrived in Sanhe Town. He didn’t come on the boat with us; he insisted on going to find our junior sister by himself. Our senior sister also found it strange. After the boat capsized, we returned to Sanhe Town and didn’t see a single person.”