Chapter 37

"Sect Leader... Ha—"

Fei Junxuan let out a long breath and sat down on the ground.

He had just been stabbed a few more times by Mei Qinghe; although it wasn't enough to kill him, the blood flowing out had already taken away all his strength.

He was indeed attached to his life, but he was not a villain who betrayed his sect. He could be humble and low, but he couldn't accept the situation where he personally sent the Sect Leader into a desperate situation. So just now, he rushed at Li Miao with his bare hands, just to buy a moment of time for Zuo Lishan with his life.

Seeing Zuo Lishan finally escape, his breath dissipated, his obsession was finally resolved, and he sat on the ground, looking at Li Miao blankly, and said nothing more.

Li Miao slowly took off his blood-stained outer garment, threw it on the ground, didn't look at Fei Junxuan, turned around, and walked to the table.

The fight just now sounded complicated, but it was actually just a few moves in a flash.

The wine and food on the table were still warm.

Li Miao sat down, poured himself a cup of wine, picked up a piece of meat, and ate as if no one else was there.

"Senior, aren't you going to chase?"

Mei Qinghe asked in confusion.

"Chase? Chase what?" Li Miao glanced at Mei Qinghe: "I let the water flow for half a day before letting Sect Leader Zuo find a way to escape."

"Fortunately, he was ruthless enough, worthy of being a supreme expert who fought his way out, otherwise it would have been hard to let him go today."

Mei Qinghe looked at Li Miao in confusion.

Li Miao smiled helplessly: "Little Mei, you... you should learn more. You're only in your early twenties, why are you as rigid as an old lady? I'm starting to doubt if there's a problem with the internal cultivation method you practice."

"No wonder your master has always kept you in the sect and wouldn't let you go down the mountain even after you reached the first-rate level."

"Didn't I tell you yesterday, when the imperial court does things, it doesn't want the result, but the process."

"Doing things justly, so that people in the world can't find fault, is the result the imperial court wants. If I just wanted to kill Zuo Lishan, I could just find a dark and windy night, go to the door, and kill him with one move."

"I just want to cripple his Wu Gong and make him desperate, so he will go back and take out those things that can't see the light."

"Otherwise, how can we justifiably destroy the Five Mountains Sword Sects?"

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Mount Taishan Sword Sect.

The door of the small courtyard where Zuo Lishan lived was pushed open violently.

"Who?" In the room, the female disciple who had spent the night with Zuo Lishan the night before heard the sound, came out to see, but her face turned pale.

"Master!"

She stepped forward quickly and supported Zuo Lishan, who was covered in blood.

Zuo Lishan's face was pale at this time, his hair bun was messy, and his face was full of sweat.

That right hand that held the sword, the right hand that made the heroes of the world bow their heads and represented the name of the "Mountain-Suppressing Sword", was now a bare piece of blurred flesh and blood.

"Help me to the quiet room, don't make a sound..." Zuo Lishan said hoarsely.

Every move in the few moves with Li Miao was done with all his strength, and even the excessive force injured his meridians. Along the way, he had to use light-body techniques to avoid the Mount Taishan disciples, to prevent his miserable state from being seen and disrupting the morale, and at this time, his internal Qi had bottomed out.

He pressed the acupoints on his right arm, barely stopping the bleeding, but after the long-distance raid back to the small courtyard after being injured, he was already unable to support himself.

The female disciple knew the seriousness of the matter, reached out to close the door, supported Zuo Lishan's left hand, and walked slowly toward the quiet room where he usually practiced.

After closing the door, she said to Zuo Lishan urgently: "Master, who could hurt you like this!?"

"Your right hand... what should be done!?"

"Don't panic." Zuo Lishan sat down and caught his breath, his tone calmed down, and he whispered to comfort the female disciple.

The female disciple looked at his serious and calm face and gradually calmed down.

Zuo Lishan was her master, her lover, and her hero.

She was also the daughter of a veteran of the Mount Taishan Sect, grew up listening to Zuo Lishan's name, watching him defeat the heroes of the world with his sword, watching him make a name for himself in the world, and watching him maneuver.

She practiced sword every day, and finally worshipped under Zuo Lishan's sect. She also gave up the shyness of a daughter and took the initiative to seduce Zuo Lishan to be a dew-water couple.

Even if the master-disciple affair was intolerable to heaven and earth, she didn't care at all. Even if there was no status, and she could only live in secret for a lifetime, she was willing.

At this time, looking at Zuo Lishan's fragile appearance, which was different from the past, the love in her heart became even more surging.

Zuo Lishan lost his right hand, most of his Wu Gong was gone, and he was no longer the "Mountain-Suppressing Sword" Sect Leader Zuo. Perhaps... for her, this was a god-given opportunity.

She opened her mouth and said words she didn't dare to say before: "Master... Zuo Lang! Don't worry, I will never betray you..."

"It doesn't matter if your Wu Gong is crippled; I still have Wu Gong, and some silver I saved usually."

"This Sect Leader, if you don't do it, you don't do it! Let's go down the mountain at night and live in seclusion in the mountains... I, we will be real husband and wife, I..."

"I, I will support you..."

Zuo Lishan looked at the blushing female disciple with no expression on his face and said: "Good."

"But I still need to heal my injuries before I can leave. Go to my room and get some medicine."

"Good, good!" The female disciple was overjoyed and turned to run out of the quiet room.

Zuo Lishan supported the ground with his left hand, stood up with difficulty, and walked to a corner of the quiet room.

His face was hesitant, and after a long while, he looked at his crippled right hand, and finally a look of ruthlessness appeared on his face.

Bang!

Zuo Lishan stomped on the stone slab, the stone slab shattered in response, revealing a dark space underneath.

He squatted down slowly and took out a jar from inside.

A rustling sound came from inside the jar, as if something was crawling.

"Zuo Lang, I didn't find the medicine, where is it?" The female disciple walked into the quiet room, saw Zuo Lishan holding the jar, and her delicate eyebrows frowned.

"Zuo Lang, you are injured, if there is anything, I will do it. Don't use internal Qi recklessly, it won't be good if you break the blood vessels."

"It doesn't matter." Zuo Lishan said with his back to the female disciple: "I just suddenly remembered that there is a spiritual medicine I got by chance, which I hid here."

"With this medicine, my injuries can be stabilized."

The female disciple heard this and smiled happily: "Great, Zuo Lang!"

"I only have my left hand, it's not very convenient. You come and apply the medicine for me." Zuo Lishan's face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Good!" The female disciple responded crisply, walked quickly to Zuo Lishan, and reached out to take the jar.

Ka-ha—

Suddenly, Zuo Lishan's left hand pinched the female disciple's throat.

A horizontal tear!

Swish—!!

The neck was torn open, and fresh blood spurted out from the female disciple's neck, splashing Zuo Lishan's face.

The female disciple looked at Zuo Lishan in despair, suddenly killed by her own Zuo Lang, her face full of shock and sorrow.

She wanted to exert force to smash the jar.

But looking at Zuo Lishan's face, the face of the lover who had shared the bed with her, she didn't take action in the end.

She wanted to say something as a farewell, but her throat was torn open, and she could no longer speak.

Finally, she fell softly to the ground, the jar rolled from her hand and fell gently to the ground.

Zuo Lishan tore open the seal of the jar, reached out and grabbed the female disciple's hair, aimed the wound on her neck at the mouth of the jar, and let the blood flow in.

"Eat."

"After you finish eating, you will be my meridians, my right hand."

"Next time, I won't lose again."

(End of chapter)