The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

The black-clad man, who hadn't yet rushed forward, trembled with fear as he stared at the blood-soaked figure before him, whose body was already covered in blood. A suffocating silence quickly filled the entire forest.

Sikong Jin's delicate face was now covered in blood, a pool of dark blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. She smiled faintly, raised her soaked sleeve to wipe the blood from her lips, and her bloodthirsty, ferocious eyes flashed with a cruel glint as she arrogantly and wildly shouted, "Those who block my way shall die!"

The leader in black was also horrified by what he saw. He trembled and shouted in panic, "Kill him! He's badly injured and can't hold on much longer! Everyone, attack!"

As the roar subsided, the men in black seemed to awaken from a dream. They all pointed their knives at Sikong Jin and rushed forward in anger and fear. Dozens of them charged forward like a surging, turbulent wave, which could have instantly overwhelmed the thin and frail Sikong Jin.

Sikong Jin looked up at the sky and laughed mournfully, "If I, Sikong Jin, do not die today, I will wipe out your entire Immortal Sound Pavilion, leaving not a single one alive!"

After speaking, he transformed into a terrifying hurricane of black and red, sweeping wildly towards the surging, monstrous waves!

A terrible storm of blood and gore has begun.

'Ahhh!'

Amidst the piercing screams and pitiful groans, a furious howl suddenly broke the silence. The black-clad warriors only saw a dark shadow flash past them like lightning, a flash of purple light, and their necks seemed to touch something incredibly soft and smooth. Immediately afterward, a sharp, excruciating pain spread from their necks throughout their bodies—

'what! '

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night, sending chills down one's spine!

Suddenly, a clear, cold whistling sound came from the wind, and countless gorgeous black and red lights intertwined, obscuring the pale night sky. A suffocating atmosphere made everyone feel like they couldn't breathe.

They felt a dark shadow rushing past them like a raging torrent. Before they could even blink, the shadow had vanished, and Sikong Jin, who was standing in the pool of blood, had also disappeared without a trace!

So weird!

Vanish out of thin air!

They didn't even have time to react!

All that could be heard was the faint sound of wind carrying Sikong Jin's frustrated curses—

"Damn it, I was just about to unleash my power... why the hell did you take so long to get here... I think I got a cut on my face, I don't know if I'll be disfigured... I'm freezing, my chest is tight, I'm short of breath and can't breathe properly... I even saw a lot of stars... I'm doomed! Do you have any muscle-regenerating ointment? Do you know how to give CPR?"

"Shut up! You're so noisy!"

An impatient, low voice rang out, "Little Mink, if you can wipe them all out, I'll let you eat Qi Condensation Pills for a month."

Excited shouts erupted, and before anyone could react, a flash of purple light appeared, and a dark figure pounced on them, the chilling aura sending shivers down their spines...

With Di Beizun's arm around her, Sikong Jin led her through the dense forest. She felt as if she had fallen into a state of confusion, her head was heavy and her body was cold, yet a blazing fire seemed to be burning fiercely in her chest. The wound on her shoulder that had just healed had probably reopened. She was suffering from the torment of both ice and fire. The strong smell of blood in her nose made it impossible to tell whether it came from her or from the assassins.

She almost thought she was doomed tonight, so at that moment she was prepared for a do-or-die battle, wanting to rely on her willpower and once again gamble with her life to fight her way out—

Unexpectedly, after nearly three months of wandering and escaping for life, he is now exhausted and it is already difficult to hold on until now.

Sikong Jin had always known that Di Beizun's martial arts were unfathomable and had witnessed his superb lightness skills, but at this moment she realized that this man's skills far exceeded her imagination. He carried her for dozens of miles in the blink of an eye without even panting.

With astonishing willpower, Sikong Jin was still able to stay conscious despite the agonizing pain all over her body. As she walked through the dense bamboo forest, she heard the rustling sound of the wind passing through the bamboo leaves. Dizzy and lightheaded, Sikong Jin looked up from Di Beizun's arm and saw the bamboo building hidden deep in the bamboo forest in front of her.

The bamboo house was very quiet, surrounded by a fence. Inside the fence, many unknown flowers and plants were growing. At this time, the colorful little flowers among these plants were in full bloom. The blue stone path stretched from the front door all the way to the bottom of the steps leading to the bamboo house.

The last thing Sikong Jin was aware of was being tossed onto the soft bed by Di Beizun. She struggled to get up, but this struggle exhausted the last bit of strength in her body. She frowned, trying to see the red spider lilies swaying in the hem of her robes, but she had no strength left. She couldn't even crawl. Exhaustion, fatigue, and pain surged like a raging torrent, instantly engulfing her. A black vortex of dizziness swallowed her whole, and she finally collapsed—

……

"Your Highness!"

Feng Yang brought in the hot water and bandages, then frowned with worry as he looked at Sikong Jin, who was covered in blood and unconscious on the bed. "How could she be so badly injured? Did the entire Immortal Music Pavilion come out in force?"

"Put your things down and get out."

Di Beizun's expression was calm, a hint of gloom flashing across his deep eyes. He calmly uttered this sentence before slowly walking towards the bed.

"Your Highness, let me change his clothes and clean him up first."

Feng Yang knew that his master was always very clean, but Sikong Jin looked as if she had been pulled out of filthy blood, her face covered in dirt and bruises, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. It was truly...

Upon hearing this, Di Beizun's cold and beautiful face suddenly froze. He turned to look at Feng Yang, his eyes filled with a distant coldness that startled Feng Yang. Before he could react, Di Beizun had already sat down on the edge of the bed, his long, slender, and fair hand taking Sikong Jin's wrist. While taking her pulse, he said, "No need."

Feng Yang dared not say anything more and had no choice but to retreat.

After the door closed, it took a while before Di Beizun released Sikong Jin's wrist. His indifferent face had darkened slightly, his dark eyes suddenly narrowed, and his gaze shifted rapidly, a faint, cold light emanating from them. He stared at Sikong Jin's dirty little face, which was almost unrecognizable, with a complicated expression.