The ancient martial arts master traveled through time

"It might rain tonight, so you should rest early after eating. I'll be leaving first."

Ruan Xiaojiu nodded, picked up another piece and ate it with satisfaction.

After being disturbed by several people, Ruan Xiaojiu was full and sleepy. She no longer had the mind to recall Di Jingchen. She set up a soundproof barrier on the door, turned around and lay directly on the bed, kicked off her shoes, and fell asleep.

The next day, Ruan Xiaojiu slept until she woke up naturally. Xiao Cui washed and combed Ruan Xiaojiu's hair as usual. She came to the dining table and saw that Di Jingchen was nowhere to be seen. She asked, "Why didn't the Holy Lord come to eat?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen Your Majesty since yesterday," Xiao Cui replied.

Seeing that Xiao Cui didn't know, Ruan Xiaojiu didn't ask any more questions. Instead, after dinner, he went to Ruan Siqi's place to take a look at him. Seeing that Ruan Siqi was fine, he told him to take good care of himself and went back to his room.

Back in the room, Ruan Xiaojiu was puzzled as to why Di Jingchen had not returned since he left last night. Didn't he know that today was the day when she would be sick? He didn't come to find her on his own initiative. Did he want to die?

Closing his eyes to sense Di Jingchen's location, he discovered that he seemed to be in trouble a hundred miles outside the city to the southwest. Ruan Xiaojiu frowned. Apart from himself, who else in the world could be more powerful than him in martial arts and be able to stop him?

Ruan Xiaojiu didn't think any more and quickly left the spot. After a moment, he arrived not far from where Di Jingchen was.

Di Jingchen was fighting with a man, and the two were fighting fiercely. However, Di Jingchen's movements were a little slow, and it was not difficult to see that he had fallen ill. It might be because he took the medicine she gave him, so he didn't fall down for a long time. If not, the man would not be Di Jingchen's opponent at all.

The bloody smell on his clothes was so strong that it wafted into Ruan Xiaojiu's nose from afar, making him feel very irritated. He was so useless. He knew today was the day of the disease and yet he dared to run away, and even ran so far.

How could she know that Di Jingchen originally wanted the four guardians to bring the body of the saint back to the witch clan, but on the way they met Lu He and a dozen saints. When the saints saw that the saint was dead, they thought that it would be much easier to deal with Di Jingchen if they killed Di Jingchen's right-hand men, so they ordered the four guardians to be killed.

When they met Lu He for the first time, they had no choice but to send a signal to ask Di Jingchen for help, which led to the subsequent events.

When Di Jingchen arrived, the four guardians were already injured. Now they were fighting with those holy envoys and were barely holding on and were about to collapse.

Di Jingchen was also struggling to protect himself, let alone take care of the others. The day he fell ill was his weakest, and it was a great achievement for him not to collapse.

Seeing Di Jingchen's body swaying, as if he had reached his limit, Lu He showed joy on his face. After so many years, he was finally going to kill Di Jingchen, the stumbling block. He feinted a move, a triumphant smile on his face, and the next moment, he used all his internal energy to strike a palm straight at Di Jingchen's face. Di Jingchen was originally holding on, looking at the palm that he could not avoid, his expression unchanged, watching the palm coming towards him.

Ruan Xiaojiu no longer hesitated, and flashed in front of Di Jingchen. He raised his hand to catch the force, and instantly dissipated it. "You dare to touch my people? You are courting death." Then, he condensed double the palm power and rushed towards Lu He.

Lu He's smile froze on his face. One moment he was secretly delighted, the next he felt death approaching. He quickly stepped back, trying to dodge, but Ruan Xiaojiu was too fast, and the palm strike landed firmly on Lu He's chest. Lu He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, staring at the woman in front of him in horror. The memory of the night he was beaten and unable to fight back suddenly came back to him, "It's her."

The moment Di Jingchen saw Ruan Xiaojiu appear, he felt relieved, but he could not hold on any longer and knelt on one knee. The excessive blood loss made him dizzy and his vision gradually became blurred.

Ruan Xiaojiu didn't turn around when she heard the voice, but looked at Lu He, who was holding his chest with his hands, with his eyes narrowed and murderous intent revealed. This man deserved to die. If she had come a step later, Di Jingchen would have died.