very good!

Shui Yuntian was coughing so hard he couldn't speak. He was both angry and anxious, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Benefactor Shui, there’s no need to cough up blood just to confirm what I’m saying. After all, the bloody calamity I spoke of doesn’t involve coughing up blood.”

Shui Yuntian: "You..."

Since he entered the martial arts world, who hasn't been afraid of him? Who hasn't respected him?

Those who dared to spread rumors and cause trouble behind my back have long been sent to meet the King of Hell.

Where did this bald monk get the audacity to mock him to his face, making him so angry he vomited blood?

“Anger harms the body. If Benefactor Ruoshui were to die from anger as a result, wouldn’t that be a waste of my noble reputation? You must not abandon my name for your own selfish desires. Buddha will not allow it!”

Shui Yuntian's eyes were bulging as if they were about to burst, but he was so suffocated in his chest that he couldn't utter a single word.

It's been a long time since I've been treated like this. The last time was when his mother was still alive.

Thinking of her mother, Shui Yuntian was overwhelmed with grief and indignation. Her blood and qi became stagnant, and she fainted.

Xiang Wan glanced sideways, "Is it really that bad?" She said a few angry words and then fainted. It seems her fighting ability isn't that strong.

I reached out and checked Shui Yuntian's breathing. It was alright, he was just having some difficulty breathing, he would be fine after a night's rest.

So, Xiang Wan walked into the woods not far away, kicked down a tree, broke off its branches, dragged it out, threw it into the water, then lifted Shui Yuntian and placed him on the tree. She herself stood behind the tree and used her legs to push off.

The two rode on a tree and shot off towards the other side of the stream.

Now that Shui Yuntian is in her hands, she can mold him into whatever she wants. To convert this future great demon is to restore peace to the world—is there any easier way?

Thinking this, Xiang Wan paddled even faster.

As dusk fell, the clouds on the horizon were reflected in the river, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Shui Yuntian, who was unconscious, opened his eyes, glanced at Xiang Wan, and then closed them again.