Chapter 795 You Beg Me

"I guessed it?"

Lord Zhao's tone was filled with joy.

"Let me guess again, you've seen the girl born to Liu Niang, haven't you? It's a pity she's just like you, not easy to get along with. Now you're pleasing neither side, and can only hide outside and drown your sorrows in alcohol."

"Your proud face has ultimately been wasted by your soul; you are two-faced."

"..." Song Chunxue took a few steps back. Her senior brother's mouth could be quite sharp at times, and he wasn't afraid of getting beaten up.

Wuji chuckled softly, “Uncle-Master, don’t worry. Master usually doesn’t hold grudges against others. This Venerable Lord used to be a troublemaker, but over time, Master stopped indulging him and his ability to argue with people naturally improved.”

Song Chunxue asked curiously, "Is your master's fortune-telling skill very powerful?"

“Yes,” Wuji nodded, his eyes filled with reverence, “I have never seen anyone more powerful than Master.”

Despite knowing each other for so long, Song Chunxue still doesn't understand.

"And what about Master Han? What is his greatest strength?"

Wuji moved closer to her and said in the softest voice, "Medical skills."

"Hmm?" It doesn't look like it.

"He doesn't make a move easily, and I only found out about it by chance." Wuji quickened his pace. "Let's go see what's inside. Is there any water to drink here?"

Huo Xiang was proud and arrogant, and Song Chunxue hadn't even noticed how he had agreed to lead the way without getting angry.

They first turned right and then left, and at the foot of the tall and majestic mountain, they saw a city wall made of stone, which was much more magnificent than the city gate of Jincheng.

Looking at the watchtower above, which is at least seven zhang (approximately 33 meters) above the ground, one can tell that this place is impregnable and easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Even enemies who commit arson, murder, and plunder will have to think twice before coming here.

However, this place is sparsely populated and the land is barren, so there's no point in occupying it.

But Song Chunxue later learned that this place no longer belonged to their territory; it was Tatar land.

But this place once belonged to their ancestors, and the people in this small town were all cultivators, so there was no clear distinction between national borders.

Those who ride the wind and wield swords do not need to pass through checkpoints or obtain travel permits, so they don't really care who owns this land.

But as descendants of the Chinese nation, they hope that the whole world belongs to our dynasty.

They followed Huo Xiang through the city gate, and the scene before them was breathtaking, as if they had entered another world.

Prosperous, solemn, and profound.

There was a street that seemed to stretch on forever, with pedestrians strolling freely and leisurely. Song Chunxue was quite surprised to find that there were nearly a thousand people in this small town.

She thought the escort agency was only about a hundred people at most.

They went straight to the most magnificent building on the street, a three-story building with tiered floors, each floor divided into two smaller floors. It had green tiles and red paint, flying eaves and upturned corners, carved beams and painted rafters, and was in no way inferior to the grand restaurants in the capital.

"This place is just like the one in the old stories, it's so mysterious. Which country governs this place?"

The sight before her eyes left Song Chunxue in awe, and she couldn't help but ask Wuji a question.

"The Guimo Blade Sect is in charge, and their master is Liu Niang's father."

A group of people climbed the steps, and Durian led them to the main hall.

"Welcome to our Demon Blade Sect. You can stay as long as you like, and feel free to ask if you need anything. This place is a bit small, but there are many fun places nearby, and I can take you there." Liu Niang looked at Song Chunxue, "I wonder if your disciple would like to stay here for a while?"

"To be honest, Master Song, my time is running out," she said with a bitter smile. "Please do not hesitate, Master. No one in this world knows his background better than me. I know you want to wait for him to come and see me in a few years, but if I die, many secrets will be buried with me."

Song Chunxue asked in surprise, "Even the Lady of the Venerable One can't cure your poison?"

Liu Niang shook her head. "She said the poison had already entered her internal organs, and it was too late."

Huo Xiang looked at Master Han and said, "I remember someone calling you the world's greatest physician. I wonder if I could ask you to give me a try?"

"father!"

Just then, a girl in her early teens ran over, stood in front of Huoxiang, and looked at Master Han, asking, "Can you save my mother?"

Master Han withdrew his gaze from Liu Niang and looked at the girl whose features were extremely similar to Huo Xiang's. She was already incredibly beautiful at such a young age, and he immediately felt pity for her.

"Immortal Master, please save my mother." The little girl knelt on the ground, tugging at Master Han's clothes and shaking him, her eyes filled with tears. "Please save my mother, I can't live without her."

Master Han looked at Huo Xiang, "Have you recognized each other?"

"..." Huo Xiang didn't know why he asked that, and looked at him warily.

"Where is your wife?" Master Han asked curiously, wondering if Ye Hanying had already left.

"There." Huo Xiang looked at the woman upstairs, smiled, and waved. "Ying'er, are you still angry?"

Ye Hanying looked calmly at the crowd downstairs without reacting at all.

Master Han frowned. "Help your daughter up first."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Huo Xiang quickly bowed her head and helped up the girl who looked very much like her, whom she had only known for a few days.

The girl shook off the patchouli, looked up at Master Han, stubbornly refusing to cry out, wiped away her tears with both hands, and continued to plead, "Immortal Master, please save my mother."

“Yu’er, come here,” Liu Niang stepped forward and pulled the girl to her side, her eyes red and swollen. “Silly girl, didn’t we make a promise? You promised to live well, and I will accompany you through this journey. I will go wherever you want to go.”

The little girl threw herself into her mother's arms and cried loudly, heartbroken.

"Sorry, I'll go and comfort the child. You can do as you please." Durian's mother said in a hoarse voice as she led the little girl upstairs.

The hall was completely silent, and everyone was deeply moved.

For that girl, Liu Niang had been both father and mother to her all these years, and she was only eleven years old.

She couldn't bear such a blow and grief.

Everyone looked at Master Han, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Lord Zhao hesitated for a long time, but still did not speak.

He knew that Master Han was a skilled physician, but he hadn't treated patients in a long time. Those who knew him understood that he didn't like to interfere in the karma of mortals.

Especially those who are destined to die.

Although he could see that there was still a chance for that girl, he didn't think that chance was brought about by Master Han.

"You want to save her?" Master Han asked Huo Xiang.

"Of course, anyone with eyes can see that the child is my own flesh and blood, and Liu Niang is the child's mother. Even a stranger, seeing the girl crying like that, would want you to save her."

Huo Xiang's tone was unusually calm and dejected, "As long as you can save me, I'll agree to any conditions."

Lord Han looked at Ye Hanying standing on the second floor and said calmly, "If you beg me, I will save you."

"..." Huo Xiang froze, staring wide-eyed at Master Han, her finger trembling as she pointed at him. After a long while, she managed to squeeze out, "What do you mean? Is this really true?"

“Really?” Master Han looked at him gently and warmly. “As long as you beg me, everyone here can testify. I can give it a try.”

"..." Huo Xiang subconsciously looked at Ye Hanying.