Kinnara dragged Du Zhengnian away. Feng turned to look at Zuo Xuan, who shivered coldly and shrank back. "Uh... are we going to kill him?"
"..."
"..."
Did they say they would kill the hostage?
"Uh? Isn't that right?" Zuo Xuan scratched her head and smiled sheepishly. "Then I...?"
“You can leave now,” Feng said.
Zuo Xuan tilted her head and blinked. Just like that?
Ning Xian explained with a laugh, "There might be a big fight later on, and we don't have time to take you hostage. We've already done a lot to get this far, so you should go back."
"..." Zuo Xuan continued to tilt his head, thinking... He scratched his cheek and said, "Um, shall I let you hold me hostage for a little longer?"
"Are you alright?"
"It's alright." He nodded.
Ning Xian beamed as he looked at the plump, attractive hostage. "Good boy, I'll reduce your New Year's money by 30% this year." "How about 50%?"
"Forty percent."
"oh……"
"..." Feng was speechless.
Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Rescue Operation (from "The Story of My Wife Climbing the Wall") by Lian Zhi Qingting.
"They're here! Stop them!!"
The Xuanlang Sect members quickly noticed the anomaly and began searching. Feng pushed Zuo Xuan to Ning Xian as a protective talisman, then cut a path through the crowd, with Ning Xian using his sword to hold Zuo Xuan firmly behind him.
However, Feng suddenly stopped, and Ning Xian looked over his shoulder and saw Chu Zheng in front of him.
Her heart sank slightly, skipped a beat, and she felt a slight panic.
Feng whispered to Ning Xian, "Go through the front gate and then through another courtyard to reach the front hall. As long as you can see Bai Mo, you'll be safe. When you have a chance, take Zuo Xuan hostage and rush over to Bai Mo first."
"Feng, what are you doing!?"
Feng fixed her eyes on Chu Zheng in front of her and said slowly, "If we don't hold him back, none of us will be able to leave—and besides, you've always kept Du Cisheng's grudge in your heart, haven't you?"
“Feng! I don’t need you to seek revenge—” Ning Xian grabbed Feng, but slowly pulled her hand away. “If you don’t avenge this, you’ll never have peace of mind. Besides, this isn’t just for him. Remember what I said, their intentions aren’t with you either. You should leave now and find Bai Mo.” The moment Ning Xian’s hand was pulled away, he felt a void in his heart, but if Feng didn’t confront Chu Zheng, Chu Zheng wouldn’t let them leave.
Feng raised her sword and said to Chu Zheng, "Make your move, Great Protector."
Chu Zheng smiled, "I've already witnessed the Left Envoy's skills, but I've never had a proper chance to fight Protector Feng. Someone entrusted me to take Protector Feng's life; today, let's settle that!"
Chu Zheng swung his broadsword with a whooshing sound, but Feng's figure soared upwards like a swan, dodging the horizontal slash and striking down directly from above—
The battle between the two was incredibly dangerous. Ning Xian, pulling Zuo Xuan along, slowly moved towards the courtyard gate. Seeing someone trying to ambush Feng and Chu Zheng while they were fighting, he shouted, "Anyone who dares to move, I'll chop them down!" The knife on Zuo Xuan's neck tightened, making her writhe in pain. He really was good at doing this thankless task. Ugh... I'll never be a hostage again.
Ning Xian knew she should leave now, but she couldn't. Everyone around was watching intently, and Feng was too busy fighting Chu Zheng to spare a move. If she left, and someone launched a sneak attack, Feng would likely be overwhelmed.
She had to stay. Feng Ping'an, they had to go together. If anything happened to Feng, and she left alone, would she still be Qiu Ningxian? However, at that moment, she suddenly sensed someone quietly approaching from behind. Even though she was injured and unable to use her inner strength, it didn't affect her sharpness. She swung her hand and slashed her knife behind her. A scream came from behind, and hot blood splattered all over her and Zuo Xuan. Zuo Xuan froze in fright, and her knife immediately returned to Zuo Xuan's neck.
"Hmph, what a waste." Zuo Ci's cold voice rang out. He walked over and said to the people beside him, "What are you all doing? Hurry up and take her down!" He could see that the outcome between Chu Zheng and Feng was still uncertain, and taking down Ning Xian now was the only way to win. Ning Xian shielded Zuo Xuan in front of her, "Don't come any closer!"
Hesitant to act, everyone could only look to Zuo Ci, who simply smiled and said, "She won't kill him. Take her down!"
"Ning Xian!" Feng cried out in alarm, about to turn around, when Chu Zheng suddenly slashed at him from behind. Feng instinctively retaliated with his own sword, but then Ning Xian cried out in alarm—
"phoenix!!"
He saw Ning Xian's terrified face. When he turned around, a deep gash of blood gushed from Chu Zheng's neck, and the sword that had slit Chu Zheng's neck fell from Feng's hand—his sword had cut Chu Zheng's throat, but Chu Zheng's knife had severed half of his wrist— "Feng—!!"
Ning Xian abandoned Zuo Xuan and ran over, but when he saw Feng's hand with half of its wrist cut off at such close range, he felt only darkness in his heart—his hand—was ruined.
"Phoenix... Phoenix..."
That's impossible! The Phoenix Sword Technique is so good, does it mean he can never wield a sword again?!
The long-held unease and fear towards Chu Zheng finally came true, and it wasn't just Ci Sheng... that premonition was Feng... Feng's hand—
"Ning Xian! Don't cry—"
She looked at Feng's hand, which was covering her wound, blood gushing from between her fingers. Yes, she couldn't cry; now was not the time to cry—but what could she do?
Feng turned to look at Zuo Ci, who had regained his smiling face. Nothing could stop him anymore, and for the first time in many years, he felt so relaxed.
"Lord Feng, when you massacred the Giant Axe Sect back then, did you ever imagine this day would come? When you killed the sect leader's daughter, did you ever imagine that you would be killed as well? Now, you and the people you love are in my hands. Tell me, who should I kill first?"
"Wait, Zuo Ci—" Zuo Xuan was about to step forward, but was stopped by his smiling face, which was neither soft nor hard. "Zuo Xuan, the person who massacred the Giant Axe Sect and killed your cousin is right here. Don't you want revenge? Hmm?"
Zuo Xuan's lips moved, but he didn't dare to refute. Even if his mother was the sister of the former leader of the Giant Axe Sect, he had only been to the Giant Axe Sect a few times in the past year. He had no feelings for the place, nor for his cousin. But Zuo Ci, who had always doted on him, made him feel a chill down his spine at this moment.
“I’d love to kill you myself, but I hate getting my hands dirty,” he said to the guard beside him. “Go kill that woman—I hope your reaction won’t disappoint me too much.”
Ning Xian was about to reach for the sword that Feng had dropped when Feng beat her to it, gripping the sword with her left hand and whispering to her, "I won't let you get hurt."
"No, Phoenix—"
Feng's right sleeve was completely stained red, and the massive blood loss had turned his lips pale.
Ning Xian knew very well that if things continued like this, Feng would lose too much blood.
The guard stepped forward, sword in hand, when suddenly a flash of cold light appeared. Feng's figure leaped into the air, severing half of his head. He stood for a moment before slowly collapsing—Zuo Ci looked on in surprise, and even Ning Xian stared at Feng in astonishment—
Feng stared at Zuo Ci and said coldly, "Do you think that just because my hand is crippled, you'll have no more scruples? Has anyone ever said that a person can only wield a sword with one hand?"
"you--"
Phoenix can wield a sword with her left hand too!?
Zuo Ci admitted that he had miscalculated, but what impact would that have?
“Feng, even if you can still fight now, how long can you hold out? The more you move, the faster you bleed—if this continues, you'll be the one who dies anyway. By the way, do you know what happens to someone who bleeds to death? You've always been quick to kill, you probably haven't seen it before, have you?” Feng remained unmoved, but Ning Xian's expression changed—the pain of extreme blood loss…
"Attack together! Let's drain him of his last drop of blood!"
"Wait!"
Suddenly a shout rang out, and Bai Mo and several others rushed in from the front yard. Bai Mo's heart sank when he saw Ning Xian covered in blood, but he tried to remain calm and said, "Young Master Zuo agreed to consider releasing him, is this how you're considering it?"
Zuo Ci's face also darkened. "Young Master Bai should be in the front building, right? This is private property; trespassing is not permitted!" "If I don't come in, do you expect me to see you bring my wife's corpse to me?"
The men behind Bai Mo also wore slightly grim expressions. They had accompanied him to demand the release of the person out of respect for Young Master Bai, but they hadn't expected this Young Master Zuo to be so disrespectful. Did Chongtian Tower still take the Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce seriously?
Zuo Ci remained silent for a moment, his face darkening. Given the presence of these meddlesome people, he couldn't openly oppose them. So he put on a smiling face and said, "This is truly a misunderstanding. I had no intention of harming Madam Bai whatsoever—Young Master Bai can certainly take Madam Bai away, but the other matter—this is my private matter of the martial world, which Young Master Bai seems to have no say in."
Bai Mo paused. He was indeed asking for his wife back in the name of her husband, but Feng—since it came to the martial world, the merchant guild naturally couldn't interfere. And he and Feng were not related, so what reason did he have to ask Zuo Ci for her?
Chapter 89 Escaping Danger (from "The Story of My Wife Climbing the Wall") by Lian Zhi Qingting.
Bai Mo glanced at Feng's wrist, secretly alarmed. For someone as comfortable as him, such a life of constant danger was unimaginable. The wrist had been severed in half from the side, blood gushing out uncontrollably. Despite the pale face, the injured person showed no sign of weakness.
Even setting Ning Xian aside, knowing that Feng would die from blood loss, how could he just leave this person behind?
“Young Master Zuo, I am a businessman and naturally dare not compare myself to heroes of the martial world, but I at least know the meaning of loyalty—Feng is my friend and my wife’s fellow disciple. How can I ignore his safety?”
Zuo Ci suddenly burst into laughter, staring coldly at Bai Mo, "Young Master Bai, I advise you to leave now while you can still protect your wife—you saw it yourself, Feng killed the Great Protector of the Xuanlang Sect. Once the Xuanlang Sect arrives, it will be useless whether I beg them to release her or not—"
His sinister smile clearly told them that it was impossible to rescue Feng!
Before Bai Mo could say anything more, Feng turned her head and said to him in a deep voice, "Take Ning Xian away!"
Ning Xian suddenly stood up. "No way! Today, you leave, I leave!"
As soon as she finished speaking, several loud booms suddenly rang out all around, clearly explosions, one after another—one explosion occurred in the courtyard next door, thick smoke billowed, and even the ground trembled slightly. Feng, swaying from blood loss, was caught by a white figure descending from the smoke and supporting her—
"Tsk tsk, I thought I came all this way to save a beauty, but instead I'm saving a boring phoenix like you." Ning Xian coughed twice, covering his mouth, and exclaimed in surprise when he saw the person in the thick smoke: "Hua Hua!?"
Mu Yuan smiled leisurely at her, "Xianxian, although I wanted to say how you are, you don't seem to be doing so well. I've taken Phoenix with me, so don't worry. Hurry up and run, this place will soon be a ruin—"
"Stop!!" Zuo Ci shouted, coughing. "Stop them!!"
But the explosions continued, and everyone was too busy protecting themselves to think about capturing anyone. They could only watch helplessly as Mu Yuan took Feng away.
Seeing Feng leave, Bai Mo rushed over, grabbed Ning Xian, and ran outside—
Mu Yuan came here with the intention of rescuing Ning Xian. However, once there, even a blind man could see that Feng was in the worst situation, so she had no choice but to ignore Ning Xian and rescue Feng first.
"Give me an explanation."
Mu Yuan kept moving, leaping across the ground as she spoke, "Do you want to ask me how I got here, or about these explosions?" Feng was too lazy to talk and didn't have the energy to waste words with him, so she just waited for him to explain one by one. Mu Yuan wanted to say something but was met with a cold shoulder, so she could only smile and say, "I've already gotten the sect leader's permission—the sect leader said that he's already tired of this Misty Rain Pavilion, so let it be destroyed."
"—The cult leader is here too?"
"It seems you know the leader quite well now. How could the leader not come to see the final, magnificent moment of the Misty Rain Pavilion? After all, this place is a replica of 'that place'—"
Mu Yuan flew with Feng to a nearby lakeside hillside. Halfway up the hill, Dongfang Qingming stood holding a fan, half-closing his eyes as he watched the thunderous explosion at Yanyu Pavilion in the distance. Luo Hou Jidu stood to his left and right, and even Jin Na Luo stood not far away, carrying Du Zheng Nian. "Master, since you were coming, why didn't you come sooner? You made us go through so much trouble," Jin Na Luo complained. Dongfang Qingming chuckled lightly, "Who knew you could get so caught up in this? You made me throw in this whole house; Yanyu Pavilion cost a fortune to build."
—It cost a lot of money to build, and you just blew it up like that?
"But Ning Xian and the others are still inside?"
"If you're inside, just run out."
"But what if the bomb hits them—"
"As long as the information you provided is correct, we can deduce the route they would take to escape—with Mahoraga's technology, they would absolutely not blow up places they shouldn't—"
Before them, Mahoraga, still dressed in black with a black hat, was enthusiastically placing the next bundle of homemade explosives on the catapult, adjusting its position, aiming, and firing—another loud bang, making everyone incredibly happy.
Kinnara was sweating profusely. This Netherworld Heaven was truly unpredictable, a place where dragons and tigers lurked, or snakes and pigs hid. It was full of strange people, and he had no idea where the leader had picked all these people from.