So what if I'm useless? I'll become a saint!

Ling Jiuan and Chen Yan did not wait for the guards sent by the Chen family as expected, but instead encountered a sudden attack by two groups of assassins.

At this critical moment, Ling Jiuan was unfortunately hit by a palm from a killer who had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. His body fell straight off the cliff like a kite with a broken string.

"Ling Jiuan!"

Seeing this, Chen Yan was horrified, but without hesitation, he followed closely and jumped into the unknown abyss.

The wind whistled in his ears, but his heart was extremely determined - no matter what, he would find her and protect her.

Fortunately, there was a turbulent river under the cliff. Although the two men fell badly, they managed to save their lives.

However, Jiuan was seriously injured and fell into a coma, his face was as pale as paper, and his life or death was uncertain.

Chen Yan knew that those killers would never give up and would definitely come down to confirm Ling Jiuan's life or death.

So, as soon as he found Ling Jiuan, he ignored the pain in his body, carefully carried her on his back, and used all his strength to quickly leave this dangerous place.

Time passed minute by minute, and Chen Yan hurried on his way anxiously, carrying Ling Jiuan on his back.

Half an hour later, he finally found a hidden cave and went in without hesitation, carrying Ling Jiuan on his back.

As soon as he entered the cave, he immediately set up restrictions at the entrance to ensure temporary safety.

The cave was dark and damp, but Chen Yan had no time to care about that.

He collected stones from everywhere, took out a few cloaks from his storage bag, and skillfully made a simple bed for Ling Jiuan.

Then, he silently chanted the cleansing spell, and a light flashed from his fingertips, making Jiuan's wet clothes dry instantly.

Chen Yan gently placed Ling Jiuan on the bed and carefully covered her with a soft fur cloak, his eyes full of love and worry.

He muttered to himself, a wry smile on his face.

"You are also lucky. I compensated you with four cloaks at once."

As he spoke, he gently stroked Ling Jiuan's cheek.

Chen Yan took out a precious healing pill from his arms. This was a secret medicine unique to his family and had miraculous effects on repairing injuries.

He gently pried open Ling Jiuan's mouth and slowly put the pill into her mouth.

Afterwards, he sat cross-legged beside Ling Jiuan, placed his hands lightly on her back, and began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, carefully transferring it into her body.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The only sounds in the cave were the two people's faint breathing and the sound of the wind and grass outside.

Chen Yan maintained the posture of channeling spiritual energy and did not dare to relax for a moment.

However, three hours passed and Ling Jiuan still showed no signs of waking up. Although her face was slightly rosy due to the nourishment of the elixir and spiritual power, her tightly closed eyes never opened.

Chen Yan couldn't help but feel anxious and worried. He began to wonder if his spiritual power was not enough, or if the effect of the elixir was not good.

He sighed softly, put his hands away, lowered his head and stared at Ling Jiuan's face, his eyes full of heartache and helplessness.

"Jiuan, you must wake up."

He whispered, a tremor in his voice.

"Don't let anything happen to you."

If Ling Jiuan died, wouldn’t all his efforts be in vain?

At this time, Ling Jiuan was deeply trapped in a dream, crossing the boundaries of time and space.

She suddenly opened her eyes and found herself standing in a place full of peach blossoms. The pink and white petals danced in the wind and the air was filled with a faint floral fragrance.

She frowned and looked around subconsciously. Everything seemed so strange and familiar.

The next moment, a graceful woman in a green dress slowly walked over. Her steps were so light that she seemed to be walking on the clouds.

The woman walked up to Ling Jiuan and spoke gently.

"Jiuan, you're here?"

Ling Jiuan looked at the woman with a puzzled expression. She carefully examined the woman who suddenly appeared, trying to find a trace of familiarity on her face.

"Who are you? Do you know me?"

The woman's eyes were full of pity. She gently stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Ling Jiuan's face, but withdrew it halfway.

"I am your mother, Lin Zhiyao."

Ling Jiuan was shocked. She took a step back and looked at the woman in disbelief.

"Aren't you dead? Why do I see you here?"

Is she dead?

isn't it?

So crispy?

Lin Zhiyao chuckled, her voice was gentle yet a little sad.

"Yes, I am dead. This is a trace of my consciousness that I left in the Red Feather Sword. The fact that you can see me means that the Red Feather Sword has completely recognized you. Child, I have a lot to say to you, but I don't have much time."

Ling Jiuan stared at Lin Zhiyao in a daze. She wanted to speak, but found that her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't make a sound.

She could only silently gaze at the woman who claimed to be her mother, feeling the long-lost maternal love.

She was an orphan in her previous life and didn't understand what maternal love was.

Now that Ling Jiuan has come into this world, it is also the first time that he sees his mother.

Lin Zhiyao looked at Ling Jiuan, her eyes full of heartache and guilt.

"I'm sorry. Back then, mother just wanted you to survive. I didn't expect that you would suffer so much over the years, and people even misunderstood that you killed me."

She only had this trace of consciousness left, and it stayed for many years just for her child.

Now that we have met, there is no Lin Zhiyao anymore in this world.

Ling Jiuan shook his head.

"No, mother, I don't blame you. I know you must have your reasons."

Lin Zhiyao looked at her and smiled bitterly.

"My death is not your fault. If your sister resents you, you should go to Mrs. Chalan's family. I had too little time to do it at that time. Now, I can only leave it to you."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhiyao's eyes became profound, as if he had traveled through the barriers of time and space and saw the distant past and future.

"Besides that, I left a few sets of sword techniques and skills in the Akabane Sword. They are the only gifts I can leave for you as a mother."

Ling Jiuan tightly grasped the Chiyu sword in his hand, vaguely feeling the warmth and strength left by his mother.

"I will, Mother. I will become stronger and find out the truth for you and clear my name."

Lin Zhiyao smiled with relief, her figure gradually became blurred and blended into the peach blossoms.

She took one last look at Ling Jiuan.

"I believe in you, Jiuan. You can do it. Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, don't give up. Because you are my daughter, Lin Zhiyao."

As Lin Zhiyao finished her words, her figure completely disappeared among the peach blossoms.

Ling Jiuan stood there in a daze, feeling the warmth left by his mother, and couldn't help feeling a little sore in his eyes.

For a moment, she suddenly felt that perhaps the original owner was not so pathetic after all.