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Everything this man dreams of will turn to nothing, yet even knowing this, he continues tirelessly like a madman...
Heavy rain pours down, making the situation on Matang Mountain even worse. A large amount of rainwater mixes with the soil and rocks on the mountain, likely triggering a disaster—the wrath of the Mountain Deity...
“Junior Sister—! Junior Sister!” Ji Yu, dressed in red, weaves through the rainforest, sending all his Shadow Guards to search for Su Peijiu. He just saw the Nunnery reduced to ruins, which nearly made his heart leap out of his chest. Fortunately, he did not see a single person among the wreckage, which suggests that those inside might have escaped.
“I hope she’s okay.” He struck a nearby tree with his hand, startling a cascade of rainwater to fall on him.
Meanwhile, Qi Mo is also flying up the mountain, his pale face striking against the rain.
Resting on a large rock, he breathes heavily and looks down from the mountain, starting to analyze where the signal was sent from earlier. The rain is so heavy that everything is shrouded in mist; the steam makes it easy to lose one’s sense of direction and judgment.
Qi Che finally catches up: “What now?” Since they are here, they must find Su Peijiu; otherwise, Qi Mo will not leave.
Qi Mo remains silent as his Azure eyes scan a patch of forest before flying toward it. Qi Che stands atop the rock and wipes his face vigorously with his hand. Sighing, he wants to climb higher but notices a faint red in the low-lying area of the rock... that was where Qi Mo had just stood.
Damn! The wound has opened! Qi Che curses loudly and flies toward where Qi Mo left.
Back at the rear mountain.
Su Peijiu pats Hua Qian's hand in reassurance: “It’s okay; we won’t be harmed.”
Hua Qian nods but cannot hide her lingering sadness and fear in her eyes.
Su Peijiu releases Hua Qian's hand and approaches Master Duannian. She watches her master clutching prayer beads with closed eyes sitting on the ground; seemingly, her fearful heart is gradually calming down. Buddhism has always possessed a power that brings peace and tranquility.
“Master…” she calls out.
“Release, is something wrong?” Duan Nian opens her eyes.
Su Peijiu bites her lip and asks, “Master, can we be saved?”
"Everything is predetermined, whether we are saved or not, all we can do now is wait."
Su Peijiu wanted to ask something, but her gaze drifted outside and suddenly froze: "Master! Look!"
Duan Nian looked over and saw a torrent of black stones crashing down from the mountain peak, like a beast from hell, rushing down the mountain!
The Mountain Deity was enraged!
"...Bang!" The prayer beads shattered with a sound, and Master Duannian stared blankly at the beads rolling down the mountain, his expression no longer calm as before. The other less skilled nuns had already huddled together crying, even Su Peijiu's face turned pale. It could be avoided, but what about disaster?
When disaster appears before you, you realize that everything is futile. In the face of nature, you are weak, so utterly insignificant! So insignificant that nature wants to take your life, and you don't even dare to protest; this is the gap between humans and nature. Although cruel, it cannot be resisted.
A rumbling sound echoed from below, and Su Peijiu bit her red lips as she rushed outside with the others...
Listening to the sharp cries of those behind her being instantly drowned out, she bit her lip hard and pulled Hua Qian as they ran down the mountain. Countless times she fell to the ground, and finally, with tears in her eyes, she stopped Hua Qian: "You go ahead; dragging me along won't get us out."
"No!" Hua Qian refused without a second thought.
Su Peijiu covered her ankle and watched as the black spot on the mountaintop grew larger, her gaze resolute: "You go first; I'll hold you back! If you keep hesitating like this, neither of us will survive—!"
"No—! Master of the Building, I won't leave you behind!" Hua Qian struggled over to carry Su Peijiu but was pushed away forcefully: "Are you going or not?! If not, I'll die right in front of you!" She pressed a sharp stone against her neck, faintly seeing blood flowing down with the rain. Hua Qian screamed in fright: "What are you doing?!"
"Go!"
"I won't go!"
"Are you going or not!"
"I..." Hua Qian looked at the blood flowing more fiercely down Su Peijiu's neck, her face filled with pain and difficulty: "Why are you forcing me? Don't waste any more time; Master, come with me quickly!"
Su Peijiu bit her lip and shook her head, "I have a way to save myself, but it can only save one person. So Hua Qian, I'm telling you the truth, hurry and leave. Don't drag me down!"
Hua Qian knelt in front of her, crying so hard she could barely breathe. How could there be a way to save herself? Did she not realize that her master was indirectly forcing her to leave?
"I'm not someone who fears death, if my master doesn't leave, I won't leave either!"
Su Peijiu looked at Hua Qian in front of her, the stone in her hand falling to the ground, "Why are you so foolish..."
"Enough! Even deep master-servant feelings should be considered at the right time." Ji Yu appeared beside them in a disheveled state, picking up Su Peijiu from the ground and then looking at Hua Qian, "Can you walk on your own?"
Hua Qian wiped her face and nodded, "I’m fine."
"Walk that way; there are my people who will assist you. I will rescue your master, don't worry." With Ji Yu's words, Hua Qian ran towards him without hesitation. At that moment, Su Peijiu sighed, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
"Save your thanks for later; above us is the gate to hell. I don't have the mood for this," he said as he lightly tapped his toes and soared down the mountain. Su Peijiu clung to his neck and looked back, vaguely seeing a shadow flash by...
In the forest, Qi Che caught hold of the fainted Qi Mo, who had exhausted all her strength. Looking at the red figure flying away in the distance, he sighed as the rainwater on the ground gradually turned red.
"...You see, she doesn't lack a hero; why must you go up and make a fool of yourself?"
………………
The heavy rain lasted for three nights before finally stopping. In an inn some distance from Matang Mountain, Su Peijiu was recuperating from her injuries while Hua Qian stayed by her side.
"Have you found Master and the others?" Su Peijiu asked as she watched Hua Qian tidy up the medicine bowl.
Then she saw Hua Qian's eyes were red all around, and her heart sank. She waved her hand dismissively, "You can go out now; I understand."
This world is unpredictable; indeed it is... Life and death are matters of an instant.
Her leg hit a rock while going downhill and cracked. But it was much better than those whose fates were unknown.
Not long after Hua Qian left, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open. Su Peijiu looked over in surprise and saw a somewhat baby-faced handsome man. He spoke with a gloomy expression, "I hope you go see someone. Whether you refuse or accept, the outcome is the same; you must see this person!"
In complete shock, Su Peijiu was carried by a stranger from the second floor to the third floor and placed on a bed. Lying beside her was a man wrapped in bandages, his eyes closed and his face calm.
Su Peijiu swallowed hard and looked at the man who had brought her, "This doesn’t seem right, does it? We just met, and you throw me onto a sick person's bed."
"Just met? What an ungrateful woman!" The man slammed the door shut and added, "You should check if this is really your first meeting. By the way, the person on the bed was also on the back mountain three days ago."
Once the door closed, Su Peijiu dared to look at the face of the person on the bed.
Upon seeing him, she realized it was that person... The fierce man from earlier had indeed been on the back mountain three days ago. Did that mean he had come to find her?
Perhaps Qi Mo was sleeping too soundly; Su Peijiu reached out to touch his forehead.
"Hot!" He had a fever! How had that person taken care of him?
Frowning, she called out, "Come in here!"
"What do you want?" Qi Che opened the door with annoyance, poking his head in.
"Do you know he has a fever? How are you taking care of him?" Su Peijiu felt an inexplicable anger rising from her stomach.
Qi Che stormed in angrily and touched Qi Mo's forehead. "How did he get a fever again? His condition was stable just now! The moment you arrived, he got worse. I think you're a jinx! Ever since I met you, nothing good has happened!"
Furious, Su Peijiu grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face. "What does this have to do with me! You shameless jerk! Hurry up and find a doctor—!"
Qi Che realized she was right and didn’t have time to be angry with Su Peijiu. He stepped out but then heard another shout from behind him. He turned back impatiently, "What now?"
"Go find my family member Qian; she is a doctor."
Hua Qian withdrew her hand from taking the pulse, looking somewhat troubled. Su Peijiu anxiously asked, "How is it?"
"He is already seriously injured. Forcing his energy now, and with the rain soaking him, he has developed a high fever. This situation is very dangerous."
"Aren't you a doctor? If it's dangerous, then go solve it!" Qi Che took a couple of steps in place, scratching his head, and shouted at Hua Qian.
Hua Qian glared back, "Why are you shouting?! You’ll scare the healthy ones into being sick!"
Turning back, she saw Su Peijiu looking sadly at the person on the couch, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. Indeed, the master still couldn't let go of the Desolate King, could she?
"I'll go prepare a prescription. If he hasn't woken up by midnight after taking the medicine, you all come and call me for acupuncture. Just after the acupuncture..." Hua Qian paused, and Qi Che anxiously asked, "What will happen?"
"His martial arts skills might not be preserved."
Qi Che staggered back two steps. If he lost his skills, he really couldn't imagine what would become of someone as proud as his Fourth Brother...
Qi Che followed Hua Qian to gather herbs while Su Peijiu lay on Qi Mo's couch, propping herself up to look at him. Now that she was close to him, she realized he was truly exquisite, without any flaws. But now, with his eyes closed so peacefully, it felt somewhat unreal.
She reached out to adjust the damp cloth on his forehead and took his hand to stroke it, only to find it covered in calluses. Her heart ached: "You... must wake up."
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