Chapter 66

"Never has my sword saved lives, only taken them. Didn't you hear me clearly?"

The woman in red spoke with a cold voice, making one feel a chill involuntarily.

Ning Wuxie felt a surge of anger. This woman, not only was she difficult to talk to, but she was completely unreasonable, acting as if she were a goddess of ice.

He snorted coldly and glanced at the woman in red, "Hmph, I bet you can't even kill a person."

The woman in red's eyes turned cold, her gaze even colder.

Ruo Liufeng, standing beside Ning Wuxie, was scared by his words and quickly pulled at Ning Wuxie, smiling apologetically, "Senior Sister Hongye, don't be angry, don't be angry. Scholars are straightforward and speak their minds."

"Hmph." Ning Wuxie sneered and looked at the woman in red, "Can you kill me now?"

Ruo Liufeng couldn't understand why Ning Wuxie kept provoking the ice-cold woman, Nalan Hongye. He remembered telling Ning Wuxie about Nalan Hongye killing 109 bandits in one night when they arrived.

Even the other disciples of Yuxian Sect in the hall looked at Ning Wuxie in surprise. Provoking Nalan Hongye? Did he want to die?

Nalan Hongye looked at Ning Wuxie, who was as tall as her, with unblinking eyes, her face covered by a red veil, making it impossible to read her expression.

"How about a bet? I'll stand right in front of you. If you can't kill me, you'll have to go with me to save someone."

Ning Wuxie stared directly at the woman in red. He wasn't sure if this Hongye was the Nalan Hongye from "A Chinese Ghost Story." At this point, even if Bai Suzhen or Fahai appeared, he wouldn't be surprised.

"What if I kill you?" Nalan Hongye said coldly.

Ning Wuxie smiled lightly, "Then it's my fate. If you kill me, I won't blame you at all."

Ruo Liufeng stared with wide eyes, "Hey, Master Ning, are you serious?"

"Hmph, madman."

Nalan Hongye looked at Ning Wuxie, whose eyes were calm and showed no fear, and snorted coldly before turning to leave.

"Afraid?" Ning Wuxie's laughter echoed faintly.

Swish...

Before her words were even finished, a black sword light shot toward Ning Wuxie, like a red leaf falling on a fragrant mountain, but it carried a merciless, cold, and deadly autumn wind, piercing straight at him.

The sword grew larger in Ning Wuxie's eyes. His divine sense could clearly see the trajectory of the sword light, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Nalan Hongye's attack was swift and ruthless, aiming directly for Ning Wuxie's throat. The black sword, with the smile of death, approached like a startled swan.

"You can't even hold a sword, how can you kill?"

Just as the sword was about to pierce Ning Wuxie's throat, his body suddenly twisted, and his right hand, which had been prepared, grabbed Nalan Hongye's wrist, twisted it, and shook it. Nalan Hongye, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

"Senior Sister..."

The female disciples of Yuxian Sect cried out in alarm, several figures flying out to catch Nalan Hongye.

"Senior Sister Hongye!"

Ruo Liufeng also cried out in alarm and rushed toward Nalan Hongye, but he was too late. Nalan Hongye had already been saved by the Yuxian Sect disciples.

"Hmph, shameless scoundrel..."

A white silk ribbon flew over, wrapping around Ruo Liufeng in mid-air. With a flick and a toss, the Qi Transformation Realm Ruo Liufeng was powerless to resist, being thrown into a nearby table and chair.

Clang...

The sword Mo Ye fell to the ground with a heavy thud. A few inches-long wound appeared on Ning Wuxie's arm, and drops of blood dripped onto the sword.

"Truly a proud disciple of Yuxian Sect. Even with severe injuries, you still have such a reaction." Ning Wuxie sighed lightly. The moment he grabbed Nalan Hongye's wrist, the sword's momentum changed from a thrust to a slash. If Ning Wuxie hadn't thrown her away, his right arm would have been crippled.

The sword Mo Ye was too sharp. Just a light touch had left a wound on his arm. If it had slashed down, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Several women in white appeared beside Ning Wuxie, their swords pointing at him, their faces beautiful but their eyes cold.

The woman who had wrapped Ruo Liufeng in the white silk ribbon also appeared. It was the graceful woman who had spoken at the city gate. She came to the side of the woman in red, pointing her sword and feeding a round pill to the woman in red. She then patted her with her hand, transferring a stream of true qi into her body.

After a moment, the woman in red slowly regained consciousness.

"Senior Sister, why do you force yourself to refine Mo Ye? Master said that until the right opportunity comes, Mo Ye should not be refined..." the woman in white sighed lightly.

"Hey, ladies, can I borrow the sword Mo Ye now?"

Ning Wuxie stopped the bleeding from his wound and looked at the people of Yuxian Sect. He had no good feelings toward these women, and if the woman in red hadn't been so cold, she could have directly lent him the sword, and none of this would have happened.

"Hmph, shameless scoundrel, you hurt Senior Sister and still want to leave?" The women in white surrounding Ning Wuxie shouted, their eyes full of hostility.

Nalan Hongye took a deep breath and stood up with the help of the woman in white, her cold eyes staring at Ning Wuxie. She was sure that Ning Wuxie had seen through her severe injuries before making the bet, but Ruo Liufeng hadn't noticed. How could a mere mortal, not even at the Xiantian realm, see through it?

"Miss Hongye, you lost..." Ning Wuxie reminded Nalan Hongye, finding the cold woman unappealing.

"Senior Sister?" The Yuxian Sect disciples looked at Nalan Hongye together.

Nalan Hongye, weakly, said, "Let him go. If..."

Before she could finish, Ning Wuxie picked up the sword Mo Ye and ran out of the house. Saving a life was like putting out a fire; he couldn't afford to be slow.

"If he can lift Mo Ye..." Nalan Hongye muttered to herself, her eyes losing focus for a moment, "He lifted Mo Ye?"

Ruo Liufeng, wrapped in the white silk ribbon, his mouth also covered, could only stare at Ning Wuxie running away without any sense of righteousness. He deeply regretted bringing this madman here. It was too unrighteous to run away and forget about him.

Thinking of the possibility of being tortured by the Yuxian Sect disciples, Ruo Liufeng's eyes welled up with tears.

"Mo Ye was actually taken by him?"

Nalan Hongye muttered to herself, as if something more precious than Mo Ye had been taken by Ning Wuxie. Her eyes were hazy, and her body fell like a maple leaf, fainting.

"Senior Sister!"

In the house, there was another flurry of chaos. Ruo Liufeng didn't get the torture he expected. He was ignored, and all the Yuxian Sect disciples were concerned about Nalan Hongye's injuries. As a result, Ruo Liufeng was left forgotten beside the broken table and chairs, watching the busy figures coming and going. He truly felt like crying but had no tears. This was a disaster out of nowhere!

At the Yuanji Medical Hall, Ning Wuxie, holding the sword Mo Ye, stood beside Chen Qinglong, his eyes fixed on the arrow shaft and the wound. With one swing of the sword, the steel arrow was cut in half, the cut surface smooth.

"Good sword, quickly, give him the anesthesia... bring the knife..."

Under Yuan Hong's direction, the doctors in the medical hall began to work busily. A dense array of silver needles was inserted into the shoulder to stop the bleeding, the flesh was cut open, and pieces of broken bone were removed. As the arrowhead with backward-facing barbs was extracted, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Ning Wuxie, holding the sword Mo Ye, turned pale and collapsed, shocking everyone.

At some point, the wound Ning Wuxie had stopped bleeding from had reopened, and a stream of blood flowed down his arm to the hilt of the sword Mo Ye, a faint red light glowing faintly.