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Chapter 116

Chapter 116

FRGNM -Chapter 116 The Night Clan

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“Hey, isn’t this what you said? We can’t ride the magical beasts, or someone will notice. Anyway, Nan Gongmo isn’t in a hurry—we can just take the carriage.” Ling Ruoxi raised an eyebrow with a smile, and laughed lightly.

Nan Gongmo and Ye Ningfeng, however, had no idea what was going on. That stubborn girl rode on horseback, following them persistently. The guards flanked them to ensure their safety, while the pair could only follow at a distance of fifty meters.

“Sis, what kind of people are they? And why such a huge entourage?” Wuyun frowned, tugging the reins in displeasure as he stared at the group ahead.

He Yunxu didn’t fully understand either. But since they had nowhere else to go, following this man seemed natural. She had a feeling he was no ordinary person.

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“I don’t know. It’s the mystery of it, giving off a special aura. Follow them—we might get a big surprise!” He Yunxu nodded.

Wuyun could only chuckle bitterly. Pointing ahead, he said, “There really is a big surprise… look, people are coming.”

Sure enough, the guards ahead approached, and when they saw the two following, they scoffed coldly.

“Your Highness is returning to the capital, yet these two continue to follow! Leave immediately!”

“Your Highness? What Highness?” He Yunxu’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively looked ahead.

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The man on horseback casually glanced back. Their eyes met briefly, then he quickly looked away.

“The current emperor’s grandson, Nan Gongmo, is returning to the capital. No one may interfere. Leave now. Anyone who continues to follow will be dealt with according to the law!” The proud guard tugged the reins and turned to leave.

Nan Gongmo? That’s his name? He looked at the man on horseback. He Yunxu sneered, holding back Wuyun, and said lightly, “Let’s go back. He’s a Highness, and we’re just ordinary people. We have no place with them. Let’s go…”

“But sis, even if we go back, there’s no reason to stop. If they go one way, we go the other. By the next town, we can perform and earn a good amount of money, then start a business!” Wuyun cheered, clenching his fists. “I want to follow the guidance of the master in my dreams, become the strongest of the strong, so no one dares to bully us again. Let’s go!”

“Mm, let’s go.” He Yunxu cast one last glance at the people ahead, smiling faintly, holding the reins and turning the horse around. The wind brushed her hair as her eyes swept past the Highness—a hopeless smile crossed her face.

After all, he was a Highness, and they were ordinary folk.

Qingyi’s heart stirred as if something had slipped away. He instinctively turned to watch the two riding away, frowning slightly.

Inside the carriage, the two shook their heads. “Such a good match… yet it’s futile. Better to let fate take its course.”

“It’s helpless. The man loves, but the woman doesn’t care. That’s what they call ‘falling flowers with intent, flowing water without feelings.’” Ling Ruoxi yawned, lowering the curtain as she looked at Luo Mingyu. “Anyway, what do you think?”

“They’ve all left. What’s there to watch?” Luo Mingyu raised an eyebrow at her.

He smiled faintly, looking out the window. His gaze lingered on the carriage curtain. “Didn’t you notice the people chasing after them? They’ve sensed the two. The Qiong Yu Immortal Island plans to use them against us. Do you think Qingyi will just stand by?”

“That’s up to him. If he can’t pass this trial, he will never grow. Do you know why his Dou Qi is weak in combat but strong in healing? Look—he’s already gone.”

With a single pat on the horse, Qingyi shot off in another direction. His eyes darted forward, rushing at incredible speed.

“Infuriating!” He Yunxu chopped a branch violently. “Wuyun, tell me—why is he the emperor’s grandson? Why?!”

“How should I know? Sis, don’t swing your sword recklessly. Your swordsmanship isn’t great…” Wuyun dodged a misdirected swing, nearly having his heart jump out. He pulled the reins and sat aside.

He Yunxu slammed her sword to the ground. “So what if my swordsmanship isn’t great? I’m still an Orange-rank Dou Qi practitioner. I…”

Whish! A dark arrow suddenly shot toward the standing woman like lightning.

It came too fast—they couldn’t react! The arrow froze in front of He Yunxu’s eyes. She nearly collapsed.

But another cyan figure was faster than the arrow, grabbing it mid-flight. Twisting, he shielded her frail body as they moved backward.

“It’s you… what are you doing here?” Her heart trembled. She hadn’t expected him to appear.

The arrow—Qingyi’s right hand was already bleeding, but he didn’t notice. He only knew one thing: this time, he would never let the woman before him take a hit for him.

“Come out!” His cold voice echoed. Those hiding in the shadows felt the overwhelming aura radiating like a towering mountain, impossible to surpass.

The two people standing instinctively drew together behind Qingyi. Who fired the arrow, and why target them?

“Hmph, Luo Mingyu has really found you. Night Clan—are you sure you want to interfere and help him?”

Swish, swish, swish! Dozens of hidden figures emerged from the forest, staring coldly.

Qingyi raised his hand, shielding the two behind him, and tilted his head coldly. “What does this have to do with you? When did the people of Qiong Yu Immortal Island start meddling in the affairs of my Night Clan?”

“Hmph! Night Clan, you? You’re the only one? You dare defy Qiong Yu Immortal Island? Attack!” Dozens of men charged like lightning, their Dou Qi forming rampaging tigers, crashing forward like a storm.

“You two, fall back!” Qingyi’s face darkened. Hands clasped, purple Dou Qi surged, forming a protective barrier around them.

Purple-rank! Even He Yunxu was stunned. So the man before her…

Crack! Cyan Dou Qi hit the purple barrier. Without using any force, the barrier shuddered and shattered.

“…So weak…” Wuyun’s mouth twitched. He hadn’t expected a Purple-rank Dou Qi master to be so weak—his Dou Qi couldn’t even contend with an average Green-rank practitioner.

Qingyi’s expression darkened further. He usually used Dou Qi only for healing. Since Qingqing died, he rarely used it in combat. But now…

Bang! All Dou Qi in his body surged, rolling as if it would tear him apart. Yet another current of Dou Qi circulated instantly, nullifying the incoming flow.

“Hmph, you think we don’t know you? Always healing, never fighting—what’s the point of living? You might as well be dead!” A black-clad man sneered, grabbing He Yunxu’s wrist. “You know Luo Mingyu and Ling Ruoxi, so we’ll use you as leverage, then…”

Bang! Qingyi suddenly appeared in front of He Yunxu, his warm hand gripping hers. He punched the man in the face. “Did you forget my ultimate move?”

A faint smile curved his lips. Qingyi’s right hand made a strange gesture, and the surrounding enemies instinctively stepped back.

But one standing figure grabbed Wuyun’s wrist and bolted, moving at twice the speed of a Purple-rank Dou Qi master.

Wuyun was speechless. He had expected a show of martial skill, not a retreat.

“Where are you running? Aren’t you a man? You can’t even fight them!” Wuyun shouted.

“If you can, go fight. I’m not skilled in combat. Besides, they’re playing for their lives! Even ten lives wouldn’t be enough!” Qingyi sprinted, carrying He Yunxu and holding Wuyun’s wrist. “Luo Mingyu, you scoundrel! Watching me get hit and not intervening? You heartless bastard, wait until I get back!”

Swish! Arrows flew. Qingyi froze, pushing the two ahead and spinning. The straight-flying arrows pierced his collarbone and lodged deep into trees behind.

“Hey, hey!” He Yunxu still didn’t know his name. Under his Dou Qi, she was unharmed. She ran forward as soon as she landed.

“Hey, I have a name, you know.” Qingyi detached from the arrows. His pierced flesh had instantly healed, leaving only torn clothes and a smear of blood.

Seeing He Yunxu’s astonishment, Qingyi smiled faintly. “My healing ability is a hundred times that of normal people. They can’t kill me.”

“Is that so? But the Night Clan has a deadly weakness—their eyes!” The pursuers sneered, pointing at their own eyes and Qingyi’s. “Your eyes can perceive what we cannot, but they’re also your weakest spot. Even if a sword pierces your heart, you recover instantly. But damage your eyes, and it’s fatal. You’ll die slowly!”

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