Chapter 32 My Life Is Yours

The killing within the water dungeon has temporarily subsided, but the danger is far from over. This is still the core of Jiao Liqiao's long-established abode. The commotion just now must have alerted more enemies, who are en route. We must evacuate immediately!

Di Feisheng picked up the unconscious Li Lianhua horizontally, his movements extremely careful, as if he was holding a fragile treasure. But when he raised his head to face everyone, his eyes had returned to their usual coldness and determination, but beneath the ice, a scarlet evil spirit was surging that had not yet dissipated.

"Shishui, Yunbiqiu, clear the way!" His voice was hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable command. "Fang Duobing, Su Xiaoyong, protect the two wings! Wuyan, cover the rear! Anyone who can move, follow!"

The order was concise and clear. The Sigumen and the former members of the Jinyuan League sprang into action. The seriously injured were helped to their feet, while those still able to fight picked up their weapons and quickly formed a breakout formation.

Di Feisheng, holding Li Lianhua, walked at the center of the group. He no longer needed to personally clear the way, but his presence alone was a powerful reassurance. His cold gaze swept across the front, detecting any potential threat in advance and directing Shi Shui and the others to eliminate it with the briefest of commands.

The team was like a moving fortress, rushing out quickly along the bloody path they came from.

As expected, not long after they emerged from the dungeon, they encountered a large number of reinforcements who had rushed in upon hearing the news. The shouts of killing resounded through the air once again.

"Kill!" Shi Shui roared, his longsword rising like a dragon from the sea, charging forward. Yun Biqiu followed closely behind, his swordsmanship agile and ruthless. The elite of the Sigu Sect formed a formation and advanced, like a rock, resisting the tidal onslaught.

Fang Duobing and Su Xiaoyong flanked Di Feisheng, their swords flashing and poison powder intertwining to stop any flanking attacks. Wuyan led the remaining members of the Golden Yuan League who were still able to fight as a rearguard, firmly blocking the enemies pursuing from behind.

Di Feisheng's pace remained unwavering. His entire focus was on the faint breathing and icy warmth of the person in his arms. Every clash of weapons, every scream, intensified the chill that enveloped him. He continuously channeled his pure internal energy into Li Lianhua's body, protecting his heart meridians and repelling the stubborn poison.

Occasionally, a few fish would break through the defense line and fearlessly rush towards the sound of the flute in the center, trying to capture the leader first.

But there was no need for Di Feisheng to take action at all.

He didn't even glance down, his arm around Li Lianhua steady as a rock. With just a glance, a subtle gesture, Fang Duobing or Su Xiaoyong on the flanks would have dispatched the incoming foe instantly. If they encountered a stronger opponent, Di Feisheng would casually flick his free hand, sending a sharp palm wind shattering the opponent's bones and sending them flying backwards.

He is like a moving iceberg, and any enemy that collides with him will be crushed to pieces.

Every step on the road to breakout was stained with blood and corpses. The team advanced slowly but steadily.

Just when they were about to rush out of the narrowest section of the passage and could see the faint light of the exit ahead, something strange happened again!

Countless holes suddenly appeared on the top and sides of the passage, and dense poison needles and locust stones poured down like a rainstorm! This was clearly the last and most vicious trap set by Jiao Liqiao, designed to kill all who broke through the encirclement!

"Be careful!" Su Xiaoyong exclaimed. Her poison powder could hardly cover such a large area.

Shi Shui and others waved their swords to block, but the hidden weapons were too dense and casualties were about to occur!

The sound of the flute flying, which had been silent all this time, finally moved.

He still held Li Lianhua, not even changing his position. However, his aura suddenly changed, and an invisible yet vast internal force erupted from him, like a giant, inverted glass bowl, enveloping the entire breakout team!

He stimulated Beifeng Baizhang's protective energy to an unprecedented level!

Ding ding dang dang——!

Countless poisonous needles and flying stones hit the invisible air shield, and were all blown away and bounced back. Not a single one could penetrate!

However, maintaining such a large area of ​​protective Qi consumed a terrifying amount of energy. Di Feisheng's face paled visibly, but his arms around Li Lianhua remained as steady as a rock, his eyes as cold as ever.

"Charge out!" He shouted in a low voice, his voice filled with internal strength, waking up the astonished crowd.

The team took the opportunity to speed up and rushed out of this death tunnel in one breath, finally seeing the light of day again! They arrived at an open space outside the main altar.

Behind him, the terrifying sound of machine gun firing gradually stopped.

Di Feisheng withdrew his protective Qi, his body swayed slightly, then he immediately stood firm. He looked down at Li Lianhua's condition, and saw that her breathing was weak but steady, and his brows relaxed slightly.

"Your Majesty! This way!" Wuyan had already arranged for the reception, and several confidants brought fast horses and an inconspicuous carriage.

"Those who are seriously injured, get on the car! Those who can ride horses, follow me!" Di Feisheng did not hesitate. He hugged Li Lianhua and jumped onto the leading horse, holding her tightly against his chest.

"Go and look around!" he ordered.

The sound of horse hooves echoed, and the group abandoned their lingering desire to fight and galloped towards the Lotus Tower. Behind them, the flames and shouts of killing from the Golden Mandarin Duck Alliance's headquarters gradually faded away.

In the darkness of the night, Di Feisheng held the unconscious man tightly in his arms and galloped away on his horse. The night wind brushed against his cold cheeks and blood-stained robes, but it couldn't blow away the deep worry and fear in his eyes.

The end of this bloody battle must be his safety.

The old Sigumen site no longer had the hustle and bustle of its heyday, but the houses were well-maintained and the courtyards were neatly swept. At this moment, it exuded a sense of busyness and relief, a sense of having survived a disaster.

Most of the rescued members of the Golden Yuan League were wounded and were carefully placed in the side rooms. The doctors brought by Si Gu Men and the disciples brought by Yao Mo were busy treating and applying medicine. The air was filled with the strong smell of herbs.

But outside the quiet room in the center, the atmosphere was eerily stagnant.

Di Feisheng stood in the hallway with his back to the door, like a cold stone sculpture. He had changed out of his blood-stained outer robe, but his undergarment was still speckled with dark red. The low pressure emanating from him was chilling even more than the late autumn night wind. Fang Duobing and Su Xiaoyong stood at a distance, not daring to approach.

In the quiet room, the Medicine Demon was holding his breath and concentrating as he used acupuncture to force the poison out of the unconscious Li Lianhua.

Time passed by little by little, and every moment seemed extremely long.

Finally, the door to the quiet room creaked open from the inside. The Medicine Demon emerged, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He looked exhausted but relieved. "Your Majesty, the toxins in Madam's body have been completely eliminated, and her wounds have been healed. However, she has lost too much blood, and her internal energy has been depleted. She will need to rest for a while."

Di Feisheng's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, but he did not turn around or respond. The air around him only became a little colder.

The Medicine Demon looked at his expression, didn't dare to say anything more, and bowed and retreated.

Fang Duobing and Su Xiaoyong then dared to come over and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Yao Mo, Li Lianhua..."

"It's okay now, just wake up." Yao Mo replied in a low voice, and couldn't help but glance at Di Feisheng's back, shook his head, and quickly left to take care of other injured people.

Fang Duobing hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward: "That... Alliance Leader Di, now that Li Lianhua is fine, you..."

Di Feisheng turned around suddenly.

The blood in his eyes had faded, leaving only a bottomless pool of cold, surging rage and fear suppressed to the extreme, as well as a near-painful struggle. He didn't even glance at Fang Duobing, his gaze fixed on the closed door, as if he could see through it and see the person inside who had caused him to lose control of his emotions.

"Why?" His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he was asking someone else, or perhaps asking himself, "Is his life... so worthless?"

Fang Duobing was shocked by the intense emotion in his eyes that he had never seen before and took a step back, choking for a moment.

Di Feisheng stopped talking. He flicked his sleeves and strode away. His back was stiff, revealing a coldness that kept people at a distance and... a sense of embarrassment. He needed to calm down. He was afraid that if he went in now, he would lose control and wake the sleeping man, asking him if he really took his life seriously!

He had been playing the flute for half his life, and he had never been afraid of anything. But just now in the water dungeon, when he saw Li Lianhua injured and bloodied after shielding him from an arrow, he felt a fear he had never felt before. That fear was more terrifying than any deadly martial art, and it almost burned away his sanity.

His life was a hundred times more important than his own. How could he…how could he give it up so easily?

When Li Lianhua woke up, it was already dusk the next day.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice, gilding the room with a warm golden hue. He opened his eyes and moved, feeling a sharp pain and weakness in his lower back, reminding him of everything that had happened before he passed out.

Fang Duobing, who was standing by, jumped up immediately: "Li Lianhua! You're awake! How do you feel? Are you still feeling unwell? Medicine Demon! Mr. Medicine Demon!"

After a flurry of activity, Yao Mo took his pulse again and confirmed that he was fine and just needed to rest.

Li Lianhua leaned back against the soft pillow, his face still pale, but his eyes had regained their clarity. He glanced around and asked softly, "...Is everyone okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay! They're all rescued! It's just..." Fang Duobing paused and lowered his voice, "It's just that the leader of the Di Alliance... seems to be very angry. From yesterday until now, he hasn't come to see you..."

Li Lianhua was slightly startled, and lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyes. He thought of Di Feisheng's scarlet eyes, filled with panic and rage before he fainted.

He…scared him.

Just as I was thinking about it, the door was pushed open.

Di Feisheng walked in carrying a bowl of freshly boiled medicine. His face remained cold and hard, showing no emotion. He walked steadily and placed the bowl on the bedside table.

Fang Duobing and Yao Mo immediately retreated tactfully and closed the door gently.

There were only two people left in the room, and the air suddenly became stagnant.

Di Feisheng stood by the bed, looking down at him condescendingly, neither speaking nor moving.

Li Lianhua felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, and was the first to break the silence, her voice still a little weak: "...Thank you."

Di Feisheng remained silent, but his eyes were frighteningly gloomy.

Li Lianhua tried to sit up, which affected her wound, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Di Feisheng's arm instantly reached out, almost roughly supporting him, pressing him back onto the pillow, but her movements were controlled and slightly stiff. He still pursed his lips as she picked up the medicine bowl, scooped some out with a spoon, and held it to his lips.

Li Lianhua looked at his tense jawline and the pair of eyes that avoided looking at him, her heart softened, and she opened her mouth and drank obediently.

One spoonful after another.

The bitter medicine filled their mouths, but there was only silence between them.

When the bowl of medicine was empty, Di Feisheng put down the empty bowl, picked up the soft towel beside him, and wiped the corners of his mouth clumsily.

After doing all this, he turned around and seemed to be about to leave.

"A Fei." Li Lianhua suddenly called softly.

Di Feisheng paused and his back stiffened.

"I'm sorry," Li Lianhua's voice was soft, filled with guilt and a hint of barely perceptible fatigue, "I made you worry."

Di Feisheng turned around abruptly, the suppressed anger in his eyes finally unable to be contained any longer, but he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sound from between his teeth, each word seemed to be coated with ice chips: "Li Lianhua...your life, if it happens again..."

He didn't finish his words, but the unfinished threat and deep-seated fear weighed heavily on him.

Li Lianhua looked at him and suddenly smiled very lightly. The smile was pale but gentle. He slowly stretched out his hand and gently hooked the fingers of Di Feisheng that were hanging at his side and clenched into a fist.

"There won't be a next time," he whispered. "My life... is yours now. How dare you not cherish it?"

Di Feisheng's fist trembled violently, and the fingers he'd hooked went rigid. He stared at Li Lianhua, his chest heaving violently. Finally, as if punctured by these words, his raging rage gradually dissipated, leaving only a deep, unresolved sense of fear and heartache.

He turned around and held the slightly cold hand tightly.

There were still not many words, but the tightly clasped hands and the eyes that were finally no longer so cold were heavier than any promise.

The sun had completely sunk behind the mountain, and the light inside the house dimmed. The two of them sat, one sitting, the other standing, hands tightly clasped, silently digesting everything that had happened after this thrilling event.