Chapter 923: Treatnt! Wrecking Scums (2)
Yu Xiheng remained silent, his deanor heavy and calm.
Feng San rarely saw Yu Xiheng display any emotion.
He was a man who could perfectly conceal all his feelings.
Even when angered, he remained composed and unruffled.
But this composure only made his presence more terrifying.
Having followed Yu Xiheng for nearly a decade, Feng San still couldn’t fathom what he was thinking.
Feng San couldn’t help but think of a phrase:
The heart of an emperor, a needle in the sea.
Soon, Si Fuqing obtained the necessary herbs, preparing a topical ointnt and handing it to Feng San before starting to brew an internal dicine.
Feng San’s hands trembled, making it difficult to apply the ointnt.
He and Xi Jiang often teased each other, neither giving in, but they were brothers.
The word “brother” carried great weight.
It took him a full half-hour to finish applying the dicine and bandaging Xi Jiang.
Feng San then checked on Mo Chuxing and reported to Yu Xiheng, “Brother Nine, Xi Jiang is out of danger. The little young master is asleep. He was severely frightened, so it’s good that he’s resting.”
“Okay.” Yu Xiheng turned and sat by the bed. “I’ll leave when he wakes up.”
Xi Jiang awoke to a throbbing pain all over his body, his mind a bit foggy.
Soone spoke above him, “You’re awake.”
Xi Jiang’s eyes snapped open, eting a pair of light amber phoenix eyes.
Yu Xiheng looked at him, his tone gentle, “Are you uncomfortable anywhere else?”
Startled, Xi Jiang almost jumped up, but he was wrapped like a mummy, only able to stamr, “B-Brother Nine, don’t be too gentle with , I-I’m not used to it.”
Feng San remarked, “…There is no fu*king way you are a masochist?”
How had he not noticed this before?
What a lunatic!
Yu Xiheng said emotionlessly, “Injured body, muddled brain. Watch him; I need to step out.”
Feng San acknowledged the instruction.
After Yu Xiheng left, Feng San scoffed, “You’re lucky. Brother Nine waited for you to wake up, and Miss Si made you dicine.”
Xi Jiang retorted loudly, “You’re jealous, aren’t you? It won’t do you any good. Ha! It’s driving you crazy!”
Feng San was speechless.
Xi Jiang seed perfectly fine and didn’t need any care.
The door opened again, and Si Fuqing entered with a bowl of dicine. “Feed him.”
Feng San imdiately pinched Xi Jiang’s nose and poured the dicine down his throat.
Si Fuqing sat down nearby, her voice flat, “Do you realize the chanism City is a place where there’s almost no chance of survival?”
“I know.” Xi Jiang, able to move only his eyes and mouth, replied, “But I couldn’t just watch the little young master go in. I’m an adult, a grown man. I have to protect him.”
He added, “Miss Si, Brother Nine says you’ve led astray, but this should be considered a good habit, right? When you went to the center of the sea tornado to save people, you didn’t think of anything else.”
Si Fuqing fell silent.
After a long pause, she said softly, “It’s not a good habit.”
Xi Jiang grinned, “Anyway, I’m fine. I trust you and Brother Nine to co.”
He would always trust Yu Xiheng and Si Fuqing.
“You’re paralyzed and still flattering,” Si Fuqing gave him a cold look, “Lie down properly, or I’ll throw you into Ghost Valley to feed the fish.”
Xi Jiang was speechless.
Xi Jiang asked cautiously, “Are there fish in Ghost Valley?”
Ghost Valley was one of the ten forbidden zones on the Eternity Continent, filled with strange flora and fauna, terrifying like its na suggested. It was said that only the Master of Ghost Valley had ever returned alive.
“Yes,” Si Fuqing said, “There are many fish there. How else do you think the old man drinks immortal dew?”
Xi Jiang fell silent, his brain short-circuiting.
Old man?
The Master of Ghost Valley?
He couldn’t associate the term “old man” with the fearso Master of Ghost Valley.
Xi Jiang’s injuries were indeed severe. Exhaustion soon overtook him, and he drifted back to sleep.
**
At eight in the night., when it was fully dark, Mo Chuyi finally returned leisurely from a nearby city.
The second elder had been urging her to co back, so she was prepared to go to the chanism City to retrieve Xi Jiang and Mo Chuxing.
She hadn’t truly intended for them to die, rely to scare them.
Initially, she hadn’t planned to stay out so late, but since the second elder stopped sending urgent ssages, she assud the situation inside wasn’t dire.
As long as one was careful, it was possible to navigate the eastern gate and survive.
Mo Chuyi walked towards the chanism City’s eastern gate.
“Rustle.”
The night wind blew, a normal natural phenonon.
But suddenly, she felt as though sothing terrifying was watching her. Her entire body chilled, her hair stood on end, her blood reversed course, and she seed frozen in place.
She shouted, “Who’s there? Show yourself!”
Her answer ca in the form of a cold glint.
“Swish!”
Mo Chuyi scread as blood blood from her wrist, the tearing pain sweeping through her entire body.
She stared in horror at the silver leaf embedded in her wrist, her eyes wide with disbelief.
This silver leaf was different from the ones she usually used—thinner and lighter but more lethal.
Wasn’t this a Mo Family hidden weapon?
What was going on?
Just as she managed to stand, she staggered again.
“Swish, swish!”
Two more silver leaves struck her ankles.
With a thud, she fell to the ground, writhing in agony.
Her nerves, highly sensitive, felt the pain even more intensely, and she scread.
Her cries echoed far but received no response.
And where were the guards she had brought? None were in sight!
Mo Chuyi trembled all over, her facial muscles twitching.
What on earth was happening?!
Fear and pain left her no ti to react as more attacks ca.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
Right knee, left knee, right leg, left leg.
Four more silver leaves sliced through, hitting critical points precisely.
Mo Chuyi’s screams grew more frantic and piercing.
The one releasing the hidden weapons controlled the force with exquisite precision, rendering her immobile while ensuring her pain reached the brink of collapse, keeping her from passing out and forcing her to endure wave after wave of tornt.
For the first ti, Mo Chuyi felt the depth of despair.
She had lived a privileged life as a genius of the Mo family’s Chu generation.
Although she had undergone various family training, she had never faced such a life-and-death situation.
“Who?!”
At this mont, a streetlight flickered on, revealing a silhouette.
In the darkness, she couldn’t see the man’s face, only his tall, imposing figure, exuding an oppressive aura, suffocating her like a demon from the underworld.
The light on the ground seed to split her mind open, and an unprecedented terror gripped her heart like a cold serpent.
An enemy had infiltrated the Mo family!
And even broken through the guard ranks!
Who dared to attack a direct descendant like her? Was it another faction within the Mo family?
Impossible!
The Mo family prohibited internal strife among direct descendants; otherwise, she would have directly dealt with Mo Chuxing instead of using sches to lure him into the chanism City.
Whether an enemy or one of their own, she had to report to the Elder Council imdiately!
Her fingers trembling, Mo Chuyi, her wrist still bleeding and enduring excruciating pain, managed to retrieve her phone and pressed the ergency call button.
After pressing it, she finally felt a bit of relief.
Soone would co to save her, definitely.
When the guards arrived, this intruder would be dead!
Yu Xiheng stepped out of the darkness.
The moonlight illuminated his handso face, half in light, half in shadow.
His voice was calm and steady as he smiled, “Think your call will go through?”
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