Chapter 92: Finally Met

However,

What awaited him was not a warm, fragrant, soft embrace.

but an icy, stabbing pain from his severed carotid artery.

Rip—

a sound.

The ever-composed Liu Liyan didn't realize that, from somewhere, a short dagger had been drawn, and just as the hall master's filthy hand was about to reach her, her original energy turned into silk, manipulating a dagger.

She cut in from the side, killing him with a single strike.

She stood there, calm and composed.

As her skin was split and blood sprayed out, a tiny drop of blood, attempting to stain her face, was blocked by an invisible barrier.

That face, capable of toppling kingdoms, grew ever more captivating.

"You... you..." The hall master's endless original energy surged into his palm as he clutched his neck, trying to staunch the gushing blood, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But he felt as if something was blocking his throat.

Bang!

The hall master stared wide-eyed in disbelief, then collapsed to the ground.

Liu Liyan's delicate, gentle appearance, her innocent look, was deeply etched into his mind.

He thought this was probably the most superficial judgment of his life.

After several checks of his cultivation, he had assumed this unaffiliated cultivator had little cultivation, and that the technique he practiced to hide his cultivation was merely meant to intimidate others.

As it turned out, his assumption was wrong.

Or rather, it was the most outrageous mistake of all.

"Hall master!!"

"The hall master is dead, the bastard—she's definitely not some unaffiliated cultivator; surround her!"

"You have a lot of nerve, daring to kill the Vice Hall Master of the Pill Hall of the Azure Dragon Holy Land; everyone, form a formation to trap her, I want her captured alive, let her taste a fate worse than death, to avenge the hall master."

……

Is that all?

Liu Liyan's blood-red eyes were flippant, the smile on her face pure yet bewitching, even carrying a hint of near-obsessive, morbid beauty.

Her gaze seemed to say, 'Do you even deserve this?'

Yes, that contrast made over a dozen people uneasy, their hearts panicking: 'Just two unaffiliated cultivators—what's there to fear? Come on!'

"Alive!"

Over a dozen people unleashed their natal magic weapons, their cultivation fully revealed.

Blades and swords flashed, passing through waves of cold light.

An exquisite dagger in Liu Liyan's hand flashed, blooming a beautiful spray of blood.

Just as the two sides were about to clash.

In the distance.

Whoosh—

The sound of a sword tearing through the air rose.

Liu Liyan's perception spread out.

She turned to look into the distance, and a pupil formed at her brow.

At a great distance away, a handsome man in a black robe flew on his sword.

His expression seemed urgent, with a hint of gravity in his brow.

He walked upon his sword, his black hair flying.

His aura was profoundly deep, and the guards behind him rushed straight toward the Eastern City...

It was A Chen.

She held A Chen in her palm, fearing he'd break, and kept him in her mouth, fearing he'd melt—ah, A Chen!

The killing intent in the depths of Liu Liyan's blood-red eyes vanished in an instant; from tens of li away, she gazed at the approaching figure, her eyes clear, the corners of her mouth lifting, a shallow dimple appearing on her face.

"Hahaha, little vixen, I thought you had some tricks, but seeing so many people you got scared—come on, get her, just don't scratch her face."

Qingxia instantly turned her head to look behind, her divine sense detecting a group of cultivators flying on their swords toward their position.

Because the distance was too great, and she hadn't opened her Martial Dao Heavenly Eye, she couldn't see the newcomers' appearance, only sensing them through her divine sense.

Qingxia quickly gathered her thoughts: "Master, what's wrong?"

"These cultivators are all disciples of the Central Province Holy Land, their cultivation at the Martial Ancestor realm—don't take them lightly, hahaha."

"Clang!" a strange sound.

Qingxia lowered her eyes and discovered that Liu Liyan had actually thrown her blood-stained magic weapon onto the ground.

Qingxia: "???"

The cultivators facing her, over a dozen of them who had unleashed their magic weapons to surround Liu Liyan, were also dumbfounded, stunned for half a second, then burst out laughing, their faces full of glee: "Hahaha! Look, you even threw away the weapon in your hand—are you planning to accept your fate? I thought you'd kicked an iron plate."

"I said it—what's scary about an unaffiliated cultivator?!"

Qingxia listened to these people's wanton lewd laughter, and everyone went numb.

"Master, you wouldn't have a fit at a critical moment, would you?"

"What are you doing? The enemy is coming at you with magic weapons, and you throw yours away now—what does that mean?"

Before Qingxia could figure out the reason...

Before she could grit her teeth and plan to use a forbidden cultivation technique to single-handedly fight over a dozen Martial Ancestor cultivators...

The next second.

Just saw Liu Liyan raise her hand and slap it hard against her own hand, almost causing the magic artifact in her hand to fly away.

Her eyes welled with tiny tears, but the tears were stubbornly trapped in her sockets, wanting to cry but not, a look of pity-inducing delicacy that made everyone present's hearts tremble.

Even the cultivators charging forward with various spirit swords and knives flashed a hint of reluctance on their faces.

Qingxia froze on the spot: "???"

Next,

Qingxia then saw that the ruthless owner who had just been threatening to slit throats with a dagger a second ago, the next moment lifted her skirt slightly and ran away backward in a pitifully delicate manner.

At this time, Qingyan was still completely bewildered, not knowing what had happened.

Until…

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The sound of breaking air kept ringing out.

The sound of sword-flying gradually approached.

The weak and powerless Liu Liyan, midway through her sword flight, suddenly descended from the clouds and landed less than a hundred meters from the other party.

Her eyes contained tears, her face still bore specks of blood, a gaze of having suffered endless grievance and abuse… oh, and also that frightened, pitiful, fearful look, directed toward the person approaching on sword.

Watching the figure ahead suddenly disappear, Su Chen slightly furrowed his brows, then immediately looked up to meet that long-awaited face.

"Thump!"

Su Chen's heart suddenly contracted, and he hurriedly descended on his sword.

He stopped less than ten meters from Liu Liyan.

"Liyan?!"

"Ah! Liyan, my daughter!"

"Holy Maiden Liu…"

Amidst a chorus of exclamations.

Su Chen immediately stepped forward and helped the fallen Liu Liyan to her feet.

Seeing the fine droplets of blood on her body, as well as her tattered coarse linen clothes, and also the numerous bloodstains Liu Liyan deliberately revealed on her wrists.

His fiancée, when had she ever suffered such hardship and torment?

Su Chen's heartbeat almost stopped in that instant.

The corners of his eyes slightly reddened.

Filled with heartache, he embraced Liu Liyan in one swift motion.

【Ding!】

【Myriad Worlds Mall growth increasing by 2, 4, 6…】

【Ding!】

【Detected that you have generated affection value for the target; current affection value is 30 points, total affection value is 90; when affection value reaches 90, the Mysterious Mall will be unlocked for you.】

【Your affection level for Liu Liyan: exclusive to you】

【…】

Su Chen now doesn't even have the mood to worry about point increases.

He had thought that Liu Liyan, relying on her Martial Ancestor Realm cultivation, should be able to escape Ye Xuan's pursuit, even if it would be a bit embarrassing, but he never imagined she would suffer such persecution.

He never expected to be injured to this extent, collapsing unconscious in the snow.

If he had set out a little later…

Su Chen simply dare not think about how much hardship Liu Liyan endured, how many inhuman trials she went through, to make her way all the way from Qianyuan City to here.