Chapter Seven, Farewell to You Once More

Inquiring about her injuries, the doctor said: "The wounds vary in depth; the shallower ones are in the tissue, while the deeper ones penetrate to the bone marrow. It is likely that she will not be able to move freely for a short period. If the lord wishes to make use of her again, he must allow her to rest and recuperate."

As Guan Shan unexpectedly bowed to her, she flashed a charming smile and leaped onto her horse, galloping away. That fleeting glance over her shoulder evoked in him a sense of déjà vu.

She fell from her horse, struggling to crawl at his feet, trembling as she said: "We pursued the enemy to the Jiudao Pass after crossing the Guanshan Mountains. Despite our meticulous preparations, we were still unable to prevail. The troops of Broken Army and Greedy Wolf perished, and I narrowly escaped, risking my life to return and report to the lord. I ask the lord to impose punishment on me."

She sheathed her sword, adjusted her crimson robe, and said softly: "For the sake of the child, I will spare your life. A favor granted today may be remembered in the future. If I no longer serve as the protector of the Wave Moon Sect, and if you, Alliance Leader Zuo, happen to encounter me in the martial world, please take care of me."

A sense of frustration suddenly arose, as he never expected that a hero of his stature would ultimately be defeated by a young lady. He let out a long sigh: "Are you also from the Bo Yue Pavilion?"

After exchanging over a hundred rounds, Guan Shan Yue finally took off the burden from his back and carefully placed it by the roadside. While they were locked in a fierce battle, Ya Er quietly sneaked over to take a look. It turned out that there was a child inside the burden, with a small nose and small eyes, looking as if made of fine porcelain, peacefully sleeping with eyes closed.

In dealing with the battle against Guanshan Yue, it truly was a fight that dimmed the sun and the moon

However, it seems that Guan Shan has some unspoken difficulties. She continues to accept challenges without evasion, and if this continues, even the best skills will be dragged down. Yet for her, it is all gain and no loss; it would be best if they both suffer injuries, thus saving her the trouble of exerting extra effort.

The seven-night ghost lanterns are held aloft, two flowers bloom, each representing a branch. At times, Ya'er possesses a unique and delicate sensibility akin to that of a young woman; she has named her twin swords after flowers, with the male sword called Zhuangyu and the female sword called Zhaoyan. Only when faced with a sufficiently powerful opponent can deeper layers of strength be unleashed. Zhuangyu and Zhaoyan are transformed from essence, while the Taisan Taia, no matter how sharp, is ultimately a mundane item. The sword of the mountain and river meets her fierce onslaught, and after several exchanges, in the final strike, the Taia is cleaved in two.

Guanshan looked at her hesitantly and said, "Miss, please enlighten me."

She revealed a withered smile, a smile embedded in her exquisite face, the taste of which is indescribably sorrowful

He twisted it, feeling the dampness and stickiness, with a hint of blood's scent. The corners of his mouth slightly sank as his fingertips probed into the torn fabric, driving straight into the wound beneath the pipa bone—he wanted to see just how deep this wound was, whether it was the work of an enemy or a self-inflicted ploy for sympathy. He could not comprehend why the operation had failed, not even allowing the eagle to return. If everything was destined by fate, then it was too coincidental, and he had never believed in such baseless coincidences.

The child on the cliff ponders, "Will he seek revenge on me when he grows up?"

Lan Zhan is interested in her; women possess an astonishing insight in this regard, able to perceive it from a single glance or a subtle body movement. In fact, to some extent, they are of the same kind, both daring to take risks and willing to gamble. She bets that Lan Zhan is tempted by her beauty and is reluctant to let go before he has had a taste; Lan Zhan bets on the authenticity of her injury, questioning whether she has the ability to launch a surprise attack before he gets what he desires.

The Broken Army smiled: "A ready-made head on a platter!"

After she finished speaking, she pretended to faint. God knows what kind of nausea she was enduring while performing this heart-wrenching act.

Guan Shanyue serves as the left leader, and in terms of means, he admits that he is formidable, but not to that extent. After all, the gap between him and the right leader Li Wujiao is not insignificant. Originally, according to Lan Zhan's plan, the three of them joining forces would ensure victory, but now they have suffered a complete defeat. It is likely that the true reason is not that Guan Shanyue is invincible in battle, but rather that someone has deliberately created this situation

She placed her hand on the back of his hand, a seemingly ambiguous sensation that faintly scratched at his heart. Her eyes were filled with sorrow as she weakly and earnestly said: "Now that I have finally met you, even if I were to descend to the underworld at this moment, I would have no regrets."

As the words fell, the two individuals sprang into action, their two heavy swords gathering energy at the tips, striking with precision and an unstoppable force towards Guan Shanyue.

She was momentarily stunned, recalling her parents and whether, many years ago, they had fought desperately to protect her like Guan Shan Yue. Just as she was lost in thought, a sudden roar came from behind her: "Let go of the child!" In an instant, a wave of sword energy swept toward her, and she quickly withdrew three zhang, only to discover that Po Jun and Tan Lang had already fallen there.

Lan Zhan is a person who understands romance. This injury of hers did not lead her back to her place of lodging, but instead into his bedroom

He seemed to be lost in thought, looking down at her. She was like willow catkins, trembling on the ground. He crouched down, lifted her chin, and then his fingers glided along the delicate line of her neck, resting at the opening of her garment on her chest

Cold sweat soaked her hair, dripping down in torrents, while she remained silent with her eyes cast down. As he contemplated whether to throw her into the refining furnace while she still had a breath left, her moth-like eyelashes fluttered gently, and he heard her struggle to say: "I understand the rules, I should not be alive, but I wish... to see the lord one more time"

The absence of clear pricing is the most unfathomable. If she were to be outmatched in skill, or if she could only barely manage to cope with him, it would attract the disciples of the Wave Moon Pavilion, putting her at a disadvantage. Therefore, she must ensure absolute certainty, first by taking Lan Zhan's head, and then by securing the allegiance of the disciples from various sects— the outside world is too chaotic, and one must have a place to settle and make a living. Although she despises the Wave Moon Pavilion, she has lived here for over a decade, becoming familiar with every floor and every blade of grass. No matter how detestable a place may be, once it becomes one's own, it naturally becomes less detestable. Although she despises the Wave Moon Pavilion, she has lived here for over a decade, becoming familiar with every floor and every blade of grass. No matter how detestable a place may be, once it becomes one's own, it naturally becomes less detestable.

The doctor diagnosed her, revealing her body covered in scars; in some areas, the flesh was even rolled up. For a moment, he felt a sense of doubt: is it really possible for someone in this world to inflict such cruelty upon themselves

The doctor's answer is certainly both amusing and absurd, yet it speaks a truth: regardless of the circumstances, Yue Yuer is already a mature woman

This mission resulted in heavy losses, with two dead and one injured. When Yai Er returned to the main gate, dragging his battered body, even Lan Zhan was taken aback.

Did the Left Alliance Leader participate in the pursuit of the Yue Renyu couple twenty years ago? Is the Left Alliance Leader aware of the whereabouts of the Muni Divine Jade now?

Crossing the mountains and traversing the path: "I am meeting an old friend. You two are blocking my way, may I ask what brings you here?"

The reputation of Boyue Pavilion in the martial world has always been poor, and their appearance is bound to be accompanied by murderous intent. Guanshanyue is certain that they harbor ill intentions, yet he does not wish to provoke a conflict first, merely stating: "As long as it is within my capabilities, please speak, both of you."

The master of Boyue Pavilion has a heart of iron and stone, yet has always been unable to refuse the affections of a beauty. This feeling may stem from a woman's most innocent admiration in her youth, compounded by the deep-seated enmity that originally separated them. Everything is so forbidden and elusive, awakening his faint dreams.

Guanshan Yue's expression turned quite grim; such a hero, enduring humiliation for the sake of a child before death, truly evokes a sense of melancholy. Her words were merely a jest, but then she spoke earnestly, saying, "I would like to ask Alliance Leader Zuo one thing; as long as you answer truthfully, I can let you go."

The Left Alliance Leader is, after all, the Left Alliance Leader, not someone ordinary from the martial world. They devised a plan to intercept him at the Nine Paths of Que Mountain. At that time, he was alone with his horse, heading towards Yu Yuan. Suddenly, two individuals appeared ahead, riding freely on their horses, dressed in black, leisurely carrying heavy swords. The sunlight was bright, causing the black clothing to shimmer with fragmented light. As they approached, it became clear that the black robes were densely covered with armor plates, layered upon one another, with each scale-sized piece no larger than a fingernail.

Fingers ravaged her wound, the sound of flesh tearing apart resembling the breaking of silk strings. He looked at her face; she gritted her teeth in silence, her complexion pale, yet she did not utter a word of plea for mercy. He said: "Do you know where you went wrong? You were wrong to return alive as one person, making it difficult to prove your innocence."

The hilt of the sword was held in hand, while the blade fell into the dust. Surrounded by mountains, the heart remained alarmed. By the time one regained composure, the opponent's sword was already pressed against the throat.

A head-on confrontation may yield some chances of victory, but the odds are slim. The rankings on the Divine Weapon List of the Langhuan Cave are limited to the heroes who participated in the grand assembly of the various emperors at the time. Those who did not attend, regardless of their high attainments, will not be recorded, such as Lan Zhan

He suddenly recalled the remarks made by the blind fortune teller during the last birthday celebration, stating that this year would be his initial year of misfortune, and he did not expect it to come true so soon. He glanced longingly at the swaddled infant by the roadside, "Mr. Guan fears not death, but pleads for one thing for the girl: to spare the child's life, for he is only three months old"

The Left Alliance Leader truly lives up to her reputation, as ordinary weapons would tarnish this battle. With a shake of her sleeves, she grasped her dual swords, seizing this opportunity to test the fine new items she had recently forged

A child raised by a pack of wolves was once no different from the young beasts. At that time, none of her companions who sparred with her showed any mercy for her youth; once on the arena, it was all real blades and real blood. Often, a strike would land, exposing white bones, and although she could feel the pain, she stood firm even when severely injured. Why is it that as people grow older, they become less useful?

Lan Zhan stood there, his face ashen. Since the establishment of the Bo Yue Pavilion, there had never been a mishap in their operations. This time, however, the dispatch of three formidable generals ended in such an unexpected conclusion, which is truly baffling.

Tanlang said, "Guild Leader Guan is in a hurry, where is he going?"

Yai Er did not make an appearance, and the two guardians, with their high spirits, had always looked down upon women. They were not welcoming of her involvement and only allowed her to rest on the sidelines. She was quite content, fanning herself with her ice silk fan, sitting on a branch and observing with a cold eye. As the masters exchanged blows, each move was imbued with a heavy killing intent. Guan Shanyue's sword was the Ci Mountain Tai'a, and Tie Ying's sword, honed through years of battle, gleamed like a mirror, showing no signs of inferiority when clashing with the heavy sword. The air was filled with a pervasive sword energy, like thunder splitting the sky. From the treetop, Yai Er gathered the hanging scrolls and secretly sighed, "What a fine sword."

Lan Zhan expressed his doubts candidly. After hearing this, the doctor scratched his head and said, "It may be because girls are invulnerable before their first menstruation, and after their first menstruation, they lose blood every month, which could lead to a significant decline in their physical condition."

He was momentarily taken aback, feeling somewhat at a loss. Setting aside his gentlemanly lust, after years of companionship, even raising a cat or dog would evoke feelings; how much more so for her, a living, breathing, vibrant person

Without a moment's hesitation, he replied: "I am aware of the deaths of Yue Ren and his wife, but I did not participate. I have never inquired about the whereabouts of the Muni Divine Jade; it seems the young lady has asked the wrong person"

Suddenly, she raised her hand, and a sword qi whistled past his temple. Guan Shanyue, with a heart resigned to death, thought he would meet his end right then and there. To his surprise, the sword pierced a bird soaring in the sky, which then plummeted from the heights, landing with a thud on the ground; it was a hawk with sharp claws and a keen beak.

The young girl smiled gently: "Guardian of the Wave and Moon Pavilion, Seven Kills."

Po Jun, disinterested in further negotiations, gazed at him with a cold and piercing look, "I have heard that the Left Alliance Leader is generous and righteous; my brothers and I would like to borrow something from the Alliance Leader for our use."

The well-informed Lord Zuo quickly discerned their origins, "People from the Bo Yue Pavilion?"