"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated." This demand was even more unacceptable than simply taking Song Ting's life. Suddenly, Eleven pressed his sword against Yan Qingshan's chest.
"I kill you!"
"Sir, don't waste your breath on him, arrest him first! Whether or not we save people later won't be up to him!"
Even the usually composed Qi Zhou gripped his sword tightly, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
Only then did Yan Qingshan spare a glance at them.
He spread his arms and leaned forward, and the sword tip pierced through his clothes and stabbed into his body with a "thud".
His expression was manic, laughing and shouting, "Come on, you can cut me into a thousand pieces and execute me to the extreme. With the Third Young Master of the Chu family accompanying me, what do I have to fear? Come on—"
As he spoke, he took a few more steps forward, stabbing the longsword even deeper, and blood quickly soaked through the black cloth covering his chest.
Suddenly, an arm reached out and gripped the sword tightly.
It looked like just a simple, effortless movement, but it prevented Yan Qingshan from getting any closer.
The blade sliced through his palm, and crimson blood flowed down the lines of the sword. Song Ting's face was still deathly pale, but his expression remained resolute.
“I agree to your request, and I hope you will keep your word.”
"No!" Eleven exclaimed angrily, "My lord, you can't agree to that!"
"Step back, all of you!" Song Ting raised his hand to block, and Eleven was stopped several feet away by a burst of energy. He spoke coldly, "Don't be rude!"
Then he looked at Yan Qingshan again and bowed respectfully: "I have offended you and please forgive me, sir."
The latter raised an eyebrow, looking at the person in front of him again with some surprise.
"I, Song, can climb, but please keep your word."
Yan Qingshan snorted coldly: "Of course. Although I am a madman, I have never broken my promise. If you can really crawl up here on your knees, I will save him."
"But let me make it clear beforehand that completely reshaping one's bones and muscles is by no means easy, and the pain involved is beyond what ordinary people can endure. If that delicate young master can't bear it and dies, it's none of my business."
Song Ting nodded solemnly: "Thank you, sir."
Yan Qingshan: "Since that's the case, then you may crawl there!"
Mount Laojun is high and precipitous. Song Ting held Shi Luoxuan's memorial tablet, knelt at the entrance to the mountain, and slowly kowtowed.
Qi Zhou and the other two, along with Yan Qingshan, followed behind him.
Qi Zhou was the one who knew Song Ting's physical condition best and was most worried about him, but the decision made by their leader was not open to any objection.
This matter is especially important because it concerns the safety of that young master Huaiyue.
Qi Zhou can only pray that everything goes well now.
The clouds were getting lower and lower, and the surrounding air was hot and stuffy. The people were already feeling unbearably hot just walking like this, let alone Song Ting, who was bowing as she walked.
But Yan Qingshan wasn't satisfied with that. He lashed the man's thin back with a specially made riding whip and said sharply:
"Hold it steady, or our agreement will be null and void if you drop it!"
The whip had struck countless times, leaving Song Ting's back ripped and bleeding, with hardly a patch of unscathed flesh. Yet, his posture remained steady, his back and shoulders taut as a line.
The eyes of all three people turned red without them even realizing it.
To others, Song Ting was a demon, a monster, but to these people, he was a master they were willing to die for.
If it weren't for Song Ting, they would have died long ago.
But at this moment, they could only watch helplessly as Song Ting was humiliated.
"Brother Qi, who exactly is this Young Master Huaiyue? Does the Lord really like him that much?" Xiao Ba asked, her eyes red.
It's more than just liking, Qi Zhou thought; to say it's deep love to the bone would be an understatement.
If that person wanted the adult's life, the latter would probably let him do as he pleased without batting an eye, and might even hand him the knife.
But that was ultimately an adult's private matter. Qi Zhou gently shook his head and made a shushing gesture.
Song Ting was wearing a stone green outfit today. By the time she reached the halfway point of the mountain, her clothes were soaked with sweat and blood, and bloodstains were left on the winding mountain path.
Qi Zhou could see that he was about to give up.
However, fate seemed determined to work against them, and the torrential rain that had been brewing for several hours finally poured down.
At first, there were only a few raindrops the size of soybeans, but after a few breaths, they grew larger and denser, as if a hole had been punched in the sky and rain was pouring down.
My vision gradually became blurry.
Song Ting's body was nearing its limit. He forced himself to kneel down, but when he tried to get up again, he had no strength left.
He felt his vision go blank, then everything went black, and he swayed and fell down!
The memorial tablet in his hand was thrown away, and he almost fell off the cliff.
The incident happened so suddenly that Qi Zhou and the others didn't have time to protect him: "My lord!"
In the rain, Song Ting stretched out her arm, trying with difficulty to reach the memorial tablet, but a long whip lashed out fiercely, even taking a piece of flesh with it.
The masked doctor was truly like a vengeful ghost, his voice hoarse and cold: "Sir, have you forgotten what I just said? If the memorial tablet is smashed, our agreement will be null and void!"
"Everyone says that Commander is highly skilled in martial arts, so how could he not even hold up a single rank? Could it be that you did this on purpose?!"
Summer days are often filled with thunderstorms, with lightning flashing across the sky, dense raindrops rising into white mist, and howling winds that seem to uproot the trees in the mountains.
Song Ting could barely see anything anymore. She turned her head in the direction of the sound and only saw a few blurry figures.
"No...this will not happen again. Please give me another chance, sir."
Yan Qingshan's original intention was to humiliate Song Ting, so of course he wouldn't really give up.
The barbed whip lashed out at Song Ting in the torrential rain: "Then get up! Keep going!"
“Yes…” Song Ting gritted her teeth, stood up, carefully picked up the black plaque, and walked forward step by step with difficulty.
After a few steps, he knelt down again and kowtowed...
Even on a sweltering summer day, being drenched in rain for an extended period can still feel icy cold.
My knees went from initial pain to numbness and swelling, and now I've completely lost all feeling in them. Whether I kneel down or stand up, it's as if I have no control over it.
But the wound in my heart is even harder to bear. Each time I kneel down and get up, it aggravates the wound, making the pain seem to accumulate exponentially.
He was too tired.
But he cannot fall.
The past few years of torment felt like an endless nightmare. He had almost lost that person, and after finally getting her back, he couldn't bear the pain of losing her again.
He had been cautious and treading on thin ice every step of his journey, but if he lost Chu Huaixu, all his efforts would be in vain.
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