After Marrying the 'Long Aotian' in Drag to Counter Bad Luck - Chapter 13

Fortunately, their fall was cushioned by the trees, and because he had recently broken through to the fifth layer of the Qi Condensation realm not long ago, neither of them suffered any broken arms or legs.

Ye Xingchen had already lost consciousness. His entire body was ice-cold. After checking his breath, Rong Nianfeng let out a slight sigh of relief.

He then channeled some spiritual energy into Ye Xingchen through his meridians to ensure he would not actually die.

The pack of wolves was closing in on them.

The pattering rain continued to fall, soaking their clothes, staining the hems of their robes with mud, and making the howling wind roar as it blew past.

The rustling sound of movement, mingled with the noise of the rain, reached his ears. He pulled Ye Xingchen into his arms and warily scanned their surroundings, his throat tightening.

The wolves crouching in the tall grass moved forward stealthily, revealing eyes that gleamed with a cold light.

This wretched Wushan Mountain!

If he were alone, he could probably escape.

Ye Xingchen was the chosen protagonist, so he would not die.

Rong Nianfeng was merely a piece of cannon fodder. Without him, the person delivering the equipment to the protagonist might just be a Song Nianfeng, a Wang Nianfeng, or a Zhang Nianfeng.

If he truly died, everything would be over.

In any case, he only needed to stand by and watch coldly. Before Ye Xingchen recovered his cultivation, he would still have to endure a storyline filled with mockery and humiliation by others.

Ye Xingchen would get used to it eventually.

Rong Nianfeng looked at the completely drenched Ye Xingchen and fell into a long silence. After a while, he grit his teeth.

Whatever, he would just ignore Ye Xingchen later when he got bullied back at the peak.

After all, he was partly responsible for the current plot deviation.

Rong Nianfeng quickly assessed their current situation.

There were seven wolves in total: two crouching in the grass, two in front, two behind, and the alpha wolf watching everything from a distance.

He quietly pulled a small dagger from his spatial bag and hid it up his sleeve. Suddenly, the wolf behind him pounced first. Rong Nianfeng revealed a hint of the blade.

He slipped behind it like a phantom. With a sharp slashing sound, he used all his strength to rip open a long wound.

Scalding blood poured over his hands. Rong Nianfeng was not used to it, and his hands trembled slightly.

His heart beat incredibly fast as he smoothly pulled the dagger out of the howling wolf.

Seeing this, the remaining wolves wanted to rush forward, but they were stopped by the alpha wolf in the distance.

It walked over composedly, staring straight at the cultivator before throwing its head back and howling loudly.

In the next instant, the wolves hidden in the grass lunged forward.

However, their target was clearly not Rong Nianfeng, but Ye Xingchen who was leaning beside him.

Rong Nianfeng’s pupils contracted. He abruptly pulled the man resting against the tree into his arms, exposing his own back and taking a direct hit from a claw.

The sharp claws tore into his back, and blood slowly seeped out.

The pain made him want to die.

The person beneath him opened his eyes slightly at some point. His eyes were as dark as ink that could not dissolve in a frozen pond, filled with an unreadable emotion.

Rong Nianfeng grit his teeth, drew the sword from Ye Xingchen’s waist, and thrust it backward into the wolf’s belly.

The wolf whimpered softly, seemingly unwilling to die just like that.

The air was filled with a thick scent of blood, and Rong Nianfeng was finally reaching his limit.

These wolves possessed Foundation Establishment cultivation and had already unlocked their spiritual intelligence.

As for the alpha wolf, it was at the Great Circle of the Foundation Establishment realm.

He could not win.

That was what he thought.

To be able to kill two Foundation Establishment wolves was already a remarkable feat. Perhaps he was naturally gifted at cultivation.

The excessive blood loss turned his mind to mush. Through his blurred vision, he saw the remaining wolves slowly closing in around them.

He sighed, regretting that he had bothered to save Ye Xingchen in the first place.

Inexplicably, he thought of that bizarre secret manual.

The mental cultivation method seemed to be engraved into his consciousness, growing clearer and clearer.

He moved his hands and subconsciously muttered the words. In his hazy state, his hands felt as though they were bound together by something.

A freezing chill traveled along his meridians into his dantian and seeped into his bones, causing him to curl up instinctively from the cold. The immense agony felt as though it would tear him apart, and his forehead broke out in a cold sweat.

The sinister yin energy gathered, and the sorrowful wind sounded like eerie murmurs.

Sharp laughter and weeping echoed faintly in his ears, and after a low sob, everything fell back into silence.

If anyone had witnessed the scene at that moment, they would have been stunned by the eerie phantom before them.

The open wound on Rong Nianfeng’s back bloomed with a dense cluster of red Equinox flowers, which withered rapidly as the injury healed. It was as if an evil spirit had returned to the human world.

A long time later, Rong Nianfeng suddenly jolted awake.

He coughed violently until he spat out a mouthful of blood, only then slowly calming down.

Anyone who did not know better would think he was a fellow patient of Ye Xingchen.

Only the two dead wolves lay on the ground, while the other wolves had vanished without a trace. Rong Nianfeng marveled secretly, thinking that a chosen protagonist truly was remarkable to survive this.

But who exactly had saved them?

Rong Nianfeng turned to look at Ye Xingchen, who was still resting against the tree, and rubbed his burning fingertips.

He decided not to dwell on it, as surviving was all that mattered. It was likely all thanks to Ye Xingchen’s protagonist luck that they had narrowly escaped death.

He wondered if it was just his imagination, but his back felt much better.

After helping Ye Xingchen up from the ground, he draped the man’s arm over his shoulders, supporting him with one hand while using the sword as a crutch with the other to head toward Lingyun Peak.

The moon hung high on the treetops. When Ye Xingchen coughed slightly, Rong Nianfeng said exasperatedly, “If you keep sleeping, both of us are going to die.”

Ye Xingchen straightened his posture slightly without saying a word.

He lowered his head, his eyes swirling with dark, shifting emotions.

In the next instant, he pressed his lips against Rong Nianfeng’s.

Rong Nianfeng’s eyes widened in utter disbelief.

The shimmering moonlight illuminated the faint traces of blood on the young man’s face, making them look even more striking. His fingers ran through the hair of the person in front of him, forcing Rong Nianfeng to tilt his head back, exposing his fair neck.

It was a very pleasant scent. He wanted to take a bite.

He thought this, and he actually did it.

It was not until he tasted a faint hint of blood that he froze, looking bewildered as he said, “You are hurt.”

Rong Nianfeng sneered.

The first thing he would do when he got back was hang that disciple from the Corpse Puppet Pavilion up and give him a beating.

He frowned slightly, his gaze dark and sullen. His expression as he looked at Ye Xingchen was far from pleasant.

He began to contemplate how he could secretly put an end to Ye Xingchen once and for all.

However, before he could act on his thoughts, Ye Xingchen drifted back into a heavy sleep.

Rong Nianfeng grit his teeth in sheer frustration. The man truly was a scoundrel.

That was his first kiss as an innocent young man.

He would just treat it as being bitten by a dog.

He rubbed his aching neck and subconsciously pursed his lips, trying not to recall the soft sensation of their lips meeting just moments ago.

Supporting Ye Xingchen once again, he limped away and disappeared into Wushan Mountain.

When Ye Xingchen woke up again, his entire body felt as though it had been crushed. He was stunned for a moment and quickly pulled back the blanket to check his clothes.

He had been changed into a fresh set of robes.

Could something have truly happened between him and Rong Nianxue?

The door was pushed open gently. Immortal Venerable Wuji entered the room along with several disciples. Seeing that he was awake, Immortal Venerable Wuji stepped forward to channel spiritual energy into his meridians. After confirming that he was mostly fine, the master let out a brief sigh of relief.

“Master?” Ye Xingchen called out, his voice hoarse and strained.

Immortal Venerable Wuji waved his hand, “Junior Nianxue has already explained everything to me. It was a disciple from the Corpse Puppet Pavilion who harmed you both.”

A disciple from the Corpse Puppet Pavilion? He fell into deep thought.

Song Xiuyuan marveled, “Do you still remember what happened last night?”

Ye Xingchen said, “I only remember that Rong Nianxue and I encountered Silver Moon Wolves in Wushan Mountain. While we were flying on the sword, I lost consciousness. I do not remember much of what happened after that.”

In truth, within his hazy memories, he had seen Rong Nianxue shielding him.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, he quietly chose to keep that matter to himself.

“Did you two not encounter any fortuitous opportunities along the way?” Immortal Venerable Wuji asked with some confusion, “The damaged meridians in your body have actually healed significantly.”

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