The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

The two walked out of the cave. Duan Tianyang carried Ling Ziyan on his back and tied them together with a rope. He tied the other end of the rope into a loop and threw it hard towards the mountain wall. The rope loop accurately caught a protruding boulder. Duan Tianyang held the rope tightly and climbed up hard.

Duan Tianyang was originally thin, and he had not had many full meals during the journey in the past few days, so he lost a lot of weight.

It was already very strenuous for him to climb alone, not to mention that he had to carry Ling Ziyan on his back. The mountain wall was slippery and he nearly fell several times, but he still used his elbows to support the rock wall and tried his best to keep his balance until he reached the side of the boulder.

He grabbed the boulder to catch his breath. After a short rest, he took out the rope again and put it on the boulder above.

Wherever Duan Tianyang passed, he left a trail of shocking blood. Ling Ziyan's tears kept falling on his back, not knowing whether it was because of fear or because of being moved.

Duan Tianyang bent his waist as much as he could, letting Ling Ziyan's entire weight rest on him. He gently consoled her, "Ziyan, don't be afraid. I will definitely get you up there. Don't cry. My heart is breaking."

Ling Ziyan cried even harder after hearing this. She hugged Duan Tianyang's neck tightly, her eyes red and swollen from crying, and whispered, "As long as you save me, I promise I will never hit you or scold you again."

Soon, Duan Tianyang and Ling Ziyan saw the edge of the cliff. Duan Tianyang didn't say anything, but held his breath, tightly grasped the rope and continued to climb up. His feet were shaking from the excessive force.

Finally, they climbed to the edge of the cliff. Duan Tianyang stepped on a protruding boulder, bent down and untied the rope around his waist. He let Ling Ziyan climb up on his shoulders, and then he followed.

Duan Tianyang was lying on the mountain path, feeling that it was difficult to breathe. His hands and elbows were bloody and he was gasping for breath.

Seeing that they were out of danger, Ling Ziyan, who was standing by, completely forgot what she had just said. She picked up the yellow mud on the ground and threw it at him, complaining, "My legs are too weak to walk, why don't you get up and carry me back quickly? You are still lazy here, I am almost starving to death."

Duan Tianyang quickly stood up from the ground. Although he was still panting heavily, he carried Ling Ziyan on his back and prepared to go down the mountain.

As soon as he carried Ling Ziyan on his back, he saw Wan'er rushing over with a group of people. Wan'er ran over excitedly and said, "That's great, Miss, I'm so glad you're okay! After you fell last night, I immediately went down the mountain to seek help. However, it was already late at night, and the situation below the cliff was unclear. No one was willing to go down even if I offered a lot of money, so I waited until dawn before bringing people back."

"Zi Yan she..." Duan Tianyang was carrying Ling Zi Yan on his back, and was about to tell Wan'er that her daughter hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and that they had to go down the mountain to find something to eat. Just as he opened his mouth, Ling Zi Yan slapped him hard on the head.

Ling Ziyan struggled and said coldly: "Put me down!"

Duan Tianyang was stunned, as if he was awakened from his infatuation. He turned his head and stared at Ling Ziyan in confusion, his eyes full of strangeness.

"Why don't you let me go! You're so sticky and disgusting." Ling Ziyan felt guilty under Duan Tianyang's gaze and couldn't look him in the eyes.

Duan Tianyang slowly bent his knees and squatted, letting Ling Ziyan land on his back smoothly. Blood dripped from his elbow, slid over his wrist, flowed through his fingertips, and finally fell to the ground, gradually seeping into the soil...

Wan'er first checked Ling Ziyan's body and confirmed that she was not injured. Then she walked to Duan Tianyang. Seeing Duan Tianyang covered in mud and blood, she couldn't help but asked with concern: "Uncle...are you...are you okay?"

Duan Tianyang wiped his face with his tattered sleeves, but the more he wiped, the dirtier it became. He kept saying, "I'm fine. Let's take your daughter down the mountain first. She must be starving..."

Ling Ziyan opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything. She even turned her head away, as if she didn't want to even look at Duan Tianyang.

Wan'er wanted to continue talking, but Duan Tianyang lowered his head anxiously. There was a trace of barely perceptible sadness in his eyes, but he said, "Send your young lady home first, I can walk down the mountain slowly by myself." Wan'er had no choice but to send Ling Ziyan down the mountain first.

As soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, Wan'er took Ling Ziyan to a wing room of an inn and helped her undress and wash. Afterwards, she ordered someone to prepare a large table of sumptuous food.

At this time, Duan Tianyang was in another room of the inn. His wounds had been properly treated and he had changed into a set of neat clothes.

He sat in the chair in a daze for a long time. Whenever he thought of Ling Ziyan's attitude towards him on the mountain, his heart felt as if it was torn apart.

He was a little dull, but not stupid. He knew exactly how others treated him. Ever since he met Ling Ziyan, he had devoted himself to her, and he dared not disobey her even a little.

However, Ling Ziyan's attitude towards him was always cold, and she would beat and scold him at any time. She would only be a little gentle when the drug took effect.

Duan Tianyang knew in his heart that he didn't care about these. But today on the mountain, he truly felt Ling Ziyan's disgust for him. He understood that the reason Ling Ziyan was with him was just because of the engagement and the effect of the love potion would last for a month.

Duan Tianyang took out the crescent moon pendant from his arms and held it tightly in his hand. His eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. Then he stood up and walked towards Ling Ziyan's room...