He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Suddenly a strong wind arose, making Leng Huan's situation even worse. In the biting winter wind, she hung upside down in mid-air, shivering and swaying, using her meager spiritual power to resist the wind. She even thought for a moment that it was fortunate that she was wearing pants, otherwise, what difference would there be between her and running around naked?

The long hem of her skirt hung down, obscuring her eyes. Ah, she felt like dying; it was like she'd capsized in a ditch...

What should I do if I feel a little embarrassed?

Why isn't Yin Xun here yet?!

I'm going to freeze to death like a dumb dog!

No, no, no, he shouldn't come. My noble image has been shattered!

Oops! Remember to teleport directly next time you run away...

Leng Huan felt utterly miserable and learned a lesson.

While she was lost in thought, the guest monk began to tighten the iron chains, trying to pull her up and grab her.

Just as his hand was about to touch Leng Huanxue's white ankle, a fierce whooshing sound came from the air. Everything happened in an instant. The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, with a light purple light and great force, pierced into the abdomen of the guest cultivator, and continued to pierce into his chest cavity diagonally upwards, and then slammed his body into the pillar behind him with a bang!

At the same time, Leng Huan plummeted towards the ground at breakneck speed, her terrified scream echoing through the sky: "—Ah!"

Accompanied by the creaking and groaning of chains.

The screams stopped abruptly as a figure swiftly and elusively swept across the seventh floor, precisely catching Leng Huan around the waist. Then, with a light leap, the figure soared upwards, carrying her back to the ninth floor in an instant.

Leng Huan was stunned.

They were frozen, startled, and stunned by Fu Xun's performance.

Everything around was quiet. The guards and the men brought by the Qi family head were locked in battle, and the clanging sounds of their fighting were far away.

Leng Huan's two little paws clenched into fists, her whole body curled up, like a little hamster nestled in the arms of the human who rescued her in a panic. After being held in a princess carry by Fu Xun for a while, Fu Xun paused in silence for a moment, his back still straight while holding her. For a long while, neither of them spoke, still shaken.

It was the sound of each other's panicked heartbeats.

Leng Huan: Holy crap! That's terrifying! My life hangs by a thread.

Fu Xun: That was close! I was almost late!

Once Leng Huan's oxygen-deprived mind returned to normal, she realized that she had been placed on clean ground. Fu Xun was there retrieving an iron sword. The guest cultivator had been pierced through the body by immense force, almost cut in two diagonally, and was already dead.

The sword and the man were pinned to the log pillar. Fu Xun used a skillful pull to remove the sword, and the corpse slumped down.

Leng Huan looked at the corpse and the deep marks on the pillar, then at Fu Xun, and then at her own neatly spread skirt. Everything was enough to prove Fu Xun's strength and his exquisite control over the angle of his sword strike.

She recalled carefully that even in that brief moment when he caught her at lightning speed, he used his left hand to hold her waist and back, and his right hand to slip under her skirt and down to her knees, lifting her up from a normal angle.

This reaction speed and precise control are terrifying!

Is he really a careless swordsman?

No, sword cultivators have a more rigorous grasp of the sword. On the contrary, sword cultivation requires more care and caution, intelligence, boldness, and subtlety, all of which are indispensable.

To this, Leng Huan could only say, "Wow, truly amazing!"

That's awesome, bro.

How can there be such a huge difference between people? It's bigger than the difference between humans and pigs.

She was truly impressed.

Fu Xun was unaware that she could think so much in such a short time. Thinking she was still in a daze from the shock, he took his sword and walked over. He knelt on one knee and untied the chains binding her feet.

The chain, made of some unknown material, had already left marks on her feet in just a short time. Fu Xun paused, raised his hand, and used his spiritual power to stroke her feet. Leng Huan felt a warmth on her feet, and the marks disappeared instantly.

Coming to her senses, she quickly pulled down her trousers, straightened her clothes, and watched as Fu Xun stood up. She reached out a hand, and Fu Xun instinctively reached out and took it, pulling her up.

"Huan-ge, are you alright? I'm late..."

"Not too late, not too late, just right!"

Leng Huan stood up and habitually patted the dust off her buttocks. The wound on her hand had healed. She stomped her feet, twisted her waist, and stretched her limbs. Finally, she felt comfortable. After being suspended for a while, she felt like she was in a daze!

"Yin Xun, I've suddenly realized how amazing you are!"

"generally."

Lowering her arm, Leng Huan noticed Fu Xun staring at her. She touched her face and looked down at herself, her eyes immediately meeting his shapely, towering breasts. Her expression subtly changed, and suddenly she stood on tiptoe and slapped Fu Xun on the back of the head, her eyebrows furrowing in anger.

"What are you looking at? I'm only being fussy about important matters! Haven't you ever seen a steamed bun before?"

"..." Fu Xun touched the back of his head, his eyes sparkling. He put his arm around her shoulder and, mimicking Leng Huan's usual friendly manner, nodded and said, "Yes, I understand, Huan-ge."

"..." Leng Huan looked at the hand that was resting on his shoulder. The knuckles were distinct, and the skin was light brown. Because of sword practice, the knuckles were more prominent and there were some thin calluses, which made him look very masculine and even more handsome.

But! He was tall and had long legs, making her look short. When he hugged her like that, she looked a little petite and dependent. She endured it for a while, gritted her teeth, and finally took his hand away. She walked to the intact railing and looked towards the artificial lake.

Night had fallen, and the city lord's mansion was lit up everywhere. At the same time, there was a lot of noise, and the focus of the battlefield was still under the Tianji Pavilion! The shouts of battle were endless.

Leng Huan looked at the dark, shimmering lake surface and asked Fu Xun, "What's going on now...?"

"Rumble—"

Suddenly, a muffled thunderous roar came from underground, causing Qianji Pavilion to shake violently. Leng Huan was caught off guard and almost fell, but Fu Xun quickly pulled her back to a safe distance.

"Oh, right! The city lord is a man-eating monster, he's in the underground palace! This Thousand Machine Pavilion is located beneath the underground palace, and the entrance was originally in a small pavilion in the lake..."

"Rumble..."

Before she could finish speaking, another thunderous roar came. Fu Xun grabbed her arm. "So that's how it is. The sound came from underground. The Qi family head and the others rushed to the main hall, but they didn't find the city lord. They must have found the underground palace now!"

Leng Huan exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no! The underground palace is about to collapse!"

"Come on, I'll take you down!" Fu Xun wrapped his long arm around Leng Huan, gathered his strength, and leaped up. His movements were superb, and he carried Leng Huan down from the ninth floor of the building, leaping over two floors at a time. In a short while, the two landed safely on the roof of a nearby pavilion.

But before he could even stand firmly, he heard another rumbling sound, which continued unabated. Suddenly, the lake water began to tremble, and Leng Huan stared wide-eyed at the terrifying scene of immense force.

—A huge uproar was stirred up centered around the small pavilion where she emerged from the underground palace! A thunderous roar followed by loud bangs and the lake water surged into towering waves!

A deafening roar, like that of an ancient behemoth, was heard. The small pavilion crumbled into pieces and collapsed completely, leaving a large hole that was quickly filled with lake water.

The next moment, several figures swiftly broke through the water and sped towards the lake shore like dragonflies skimming the surface.

Behind them, the lake water seemed to be stirred by an unknown force, forming a huge whirlpool, and with a loud bang, it suddenly poured into the large hole from before.

———This is the entrance to the underground palace; the lake water has overflowed!

Everyone held their breath, listening to the muffled sounds coming from underground. They even stopped fighting. This sudden turn of events left the city lord's guards dumbfounded. They patrolled the manor every day and had no idea that there was a space below that could swallow such a huge amount of lake water!

This lake, though not very large, is definitely not small! The lakeside is lined with pavilions, terraces, and the Qianji Pavilion complex. It covers at least forty or fifty acres!

The horizon dropped by half a foot in an instant, revealing obvious signs of dampness.

Everyone heard a muffled sound from the bottom of the lake as water rushed in and compressed the air, causing the ground to tremble for a few moments. Just then, they heard the Qi family head shout, "Not good! Retreat quickly! The underground palace can't withstand the impact; it's going to collapse!"

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