1958: The Battle X

The Battle X

The two spirit herbs swayed harder; they probably did not want her to leave. They were afraid that if she left, they really could not see her again.1

Feng Ruqing did not look at the two spirit herbs again; she turned around and walked down the mountain.

Her pace was firm, unquestionable as if she was determined to die.

The scales hidden in her dress emitted strong heat, burning her chest.

However, she understood that this was the path she must take.

If she followed the Ninth Emperor's path, perhaps she could leave this place.

'Nan Xian…'

Feng Ruqing lowered her gaze, hidng the worry in them.

She must go back as soon as possible.

Nan Xian was still waiting for her.

***

Feng Ruqing knew that the ending would be the same, but she still rushed over as fast as possible.

She hoped that by the time she got there, she could still save Nan Changfeng.

However, in the end, it was still too late...

As she reached the forest, Nan Changfeng was already drenched in blood. He was lying in a pool of blood, and the sight of bright red blood was like a long sword, fiercely stabbing Feng Ruqing's heart...

It was as if she had gone through such pain before...

"Changfeng!"

Feng Ruqing's voice was filled with grief. She rushed forward, and in an instant, was next to Nan Changfeng, pulling him from the ground and into her arms.

"Why didn't you wait for me? Why didn't you wait for me?!"

The young man was barely smiling. He caressed Feng Ruqing's cheek gently. "They have dug a trap for you. If I didn't come, it would have been you who would have fallen into their trap."

So, he had come on her behalf...

He only wanted her to be safe forever.

"Changfeng!!!"

The young man's blood stained Feng Ruqing's palm, a feeling of intense pain spread in her heart.

It made her face turn pale with pain, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"You said you had to leave for something the other day. Was it just for this?"

"Well..." Nan Changfeng's lips curled up into a smile. "My Jiu'er is so powerful. How can their trap harm her? You are fit to fight them head-on..."

Cough!

The young man coughed a mouthful of blood, and he slowly closed his eyes.

He could no longer warm Jiu'er's bed and cook for her.

If he was not with her anymore, who would take care of her when she was cold and hungry?

He could not bear...

To leave her alone.

Feng Ruqing took out many spirit herbs and desperately fed Nan Changfeng with them.

However, his heart and soul had suffered irreparable damage; no spirit herb could save him!

"Mu Yi!"

The head of the group was dressed in black and was more than familiar with Feng Ruqing...

Nowadays, Mu Yi was fighting with Nan Xian in the palace.

Feng Ruqing's eyes were bloodshot as she stood up and stared at Mu Yi coldly.

Her heart burned with anger as her expression darkened.

Her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Nan Changfeng brought this upon himself!" Mu Yi laughed coldly. "We have set up the formation and waited for you to come over, but who knew that he would rush in himself and destroy the formation that we had spent countless hours setting up? Nan Changfeng asked for his death, so he can't blame any of us.

"Moreover, even without the formation, my men and I are enough to make you half-dead. Hahahahaha!"

Mu Yi laughed wildly, his laughter was filled with madness.

Feng Ruqing closed her eyes…

Nan Changfeng's blood stained her dress red.

It made her heart stop beating for a moment...

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