Chapter 79: Crossing Life and Death, Indestructible

In the inner chamber of the Lotus Tower, candlelight flickered. Di Feisheng placed the reclaimed Rama Cauldron on the table. The dark runes on the cauldron shimmered in the light, emitting an ominous, bewitching aura. As if pierced by this aura, the sleeping Li Lianhua's soul convulsed, and she sat up straight!

His eyes snapped open, but they were hollow and crimson, devoid of their former clarity, filled only with a murderous rage controlled by his mother. The karmic fire of his son surged wildly within him, transforming him into a weapon intent only on destruction.

"Not good!" Di Fei shouted, and he and Fang Duobing rushed forward at the same time to subdue him.

However, Li Lianhua, her internal energy fully restored and even stronger than before, moved like a ghost, her attacks ruthless and brutal! Her Xiangyi Taijian moves were effortless, yet each one deadly. Combined with Beifeng Baiyang's unstoppable internal energy, she forced Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing to retreat. Yao Mo and Wu Yan attempted to assist, but were easily swept aside by the fierce palm winds, slamming them against the wall.

Di Feisheng didn't want to hurt him, so he mostly used grappling and blocking tactics, which inevitably restricted his movements. Li Lianhua, however, showed no hesitation. With a single blow of his sword, he swept Fang Duobing away, then with a backhand palm strike, containing all his internal energy, fiercely pressed into Di Feisheng's chest!

"Puff!" Di Feisheng spurted blood and flew backward, hitting the ground hard. The knife in his hand also flew out of his hand. He tried to hold his body up, but the shock of internal energy made him collapse again. He could only watch helplessly as Li Lianhua approached step by step, the tip of the sword pointing directly at his throat.

At this critical moment, Li Lianhua's raised sword inexplicably froze in mid-air. A trace of intense struggle and pain flashed through his hollow eyes. His gaze fell on Di Feisheng's bloodstained clothes and pale face, and his sword-wielding hand trembled slightly. The control of the mother ghost and some deep-seated bond tore madly at his sea of ​​consciousness.

Fang Duobing keenly grasped the momentary stalemate! Without giving it any thought, he gritted his teeth and leaped forward, slashing his sword swiftly. He didn't strike at Li Lianhua's vital points, only leaving a shallow scratch on her sword-wielding arm. Blood gushed out instantly.

At the same time, Fang Duobing bravely endured the recoil of Li Lianhua's protective Qi, used the force to spin around, grabbed the Rama Ding on the table, and accurately caught the dripping blood with the mouth of the Ding!

The blood of the legitimate descendant of the Nanyin royal family dripped into the cauldron. The moment it touched the mother ghost, it was like boiling water pouring onto snow! The tiny glimmer of light (the mother ghost) let out a sharp and piercing hiss, and then the light suddenly disappeared, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating without a trace!

With the mother demon slain, the blood-red in Li Lianhua's eyes receded like a tide. His violent aura dissipated instantly, and with a flicker of his body, his sword landed with a clang. His gaze shifted from blank to bewildered, then from bewildered to a state of bone-deep exhaustion and clarity. He took in the scene before him—a devastating mess, wounded people, and especially the tragic sight of Di Feisheng, collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood.

"Ah...Fei...?" Li Lianhua's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with incredible panic.

He stumbled over to Di Feisheng, and with trembling hands, he lifted her up and let her lean against his chest. His fingertips touched the warm blood, and Li Lianhua's eyes instantly turned red. He spoke incoherently, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I hurt you..." He tried to use his internal energy to heal Di Feisheng, but he nearly collapsed because he ran out of energy.

Di Feisheng struggled to raise his hand and grasped his wrist, preventing him from recklessly using his internal energy. He gazed at Li Lianhua's clear eyes, a bloodshot smile of relief playing on his lips. "...You're awake...that's good." He glanced at the now-defunct Rama Cauldron on the ground. "...You're back...."

Fang Duobing walked forward with his hands on his chest, looked at the two people hugging each other, breathed a long sigh, and smiled a wry smile that seemed to be relieved but still had lingering fear.

Inside the Lotus Tower, the dim morning light streamed in through the window lattices, dispelling the gloom and bloody odor of the past few days.

Di Feisheng, his internal injuries still unhealed, reclined on the couch, eyes closed, regulating his breathing. His face remained pale, but the long-simmering violence and anxiety between his brows had quietly dissipated. Li Lianhua lay on the other side, breathing steadily. For the first time in a long time, she was truly in a peaceful sleep, not the fainting caused by the insect.

Almost at the same time, their eyelashes trembled slightly and they slowly opened their eyes.

The moment their eyes met in the air, time seemed to suddenly freeze.

Li Lianhua's eyes were as clear as ever, yet filled with an indescribable complex of emotions—heartache, guilt, the exhaustion of enduring a life-or-death ordeal, and a poignant feeling of loss and recovery, a sense of lost memory. He vividly remembered everything about being accused, how he had pointed his sword at the man before him, and the sight of Di Feisheng spitting blood and collapsing to the ground... Every frame was like a poisoned dagger, piercing his heart.

Di Feisheng stared at him intently, her always sharp, icy eyes now brimming with a greedy certainty, as if to sear the vivid, clear-eyed Li Lianhua before her into the depths of her soul. Those days without Li Lianhua, when only the walking corpses remained, felt like an endless, dark abyss. He struggled alone, nearly consumed by the fear of loss and the maddening obsession.

The silence lasted only a moment.

Li Lianhua suddenly threw back the quilt, not even caring about her weak body, and stumbled to Di Feisheng's bed. Her voice was trembling and choked with uncontrollable sobs. She hugged his neck and buried her face deeply in his neck:

"A Fei... you've worked hard during this period!"

This cry contained so much. It was a thank you for his unwavering search, a pity for the blood on his hands and the scars on his body, and an expression of the deepest apology and care for the dark time when they were helpless and hurt each other.

Di Feisheng's body suddenly stiffened, and then he used all his strength to pull the person tightly into his arms, with such force that he almost crushed the person into his bones and blood! He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the familiar, light herbal aroma of Li Lianhua. A huge ecstasy and fear that almost made him tremble swept over his body.

"Li Lianhua... Li Lianhua..." He whispered the name over and over again, his voice hoarse and broken, trembling with the sound of someone who had survived a disaster, "You're back... You're really back..."

He tightened his arms, as if to convey all the panic, despair, and gnawing longing he had felt during these days through this embrace. His words were incoherent, but each one came from the heart, with a stubbornness and deep affection that bordered on a curse:

"Don't leave me again... Never leave me again! In this life, the next life, the next life... I don't want to let you go again!"

The pain of losing him once was enough to completely destroy him. He couldn't bear it a second time.

Li Lianhua was strangled by him, but she didn't struggle at all. Instead, she hugged him tighter, her tears silently soaking Di Feisheng's clothes. He gently patted Di Feisheng's back, which was trembling slightly with excitement, as if comforting a child who had been wronged. He whispered a promise, his voice soft but extremely firm:

"A Fei, I'm here."

Outside the window, the sun shone brightly, enveloping the two people in embrace with warmth, blending their shadows together, as if they could never be separated again. All the blood, conspiracy, pain and separation seemed to melt away quietly at this moment, in the warmth of this tight embrace.

Fang Duobing stood outside the door, holding a bowl of medicine. Seeing this scene through the crack in the door, his nose felt sore and he quietly stepped back. He knew that some pains took time to heal, but some bonds had already transcended life and death and were indestructible.