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

"The small fry have been mostly cleared out. The Left and Right Protectors should have succeeded, right...? Hmm?"

"What's that sound?!"

"Let's go catch the little mouse!"

The demonic cultivators had hoarse voices, and their eyes were either blue, green, or a few red. They all wore black robes, had thick hair, and were muscular and strong, looking somewhat like aliens at first glance.

As if hearing the sound outside, the crying inside the house stopped abruptly, as if someone had covered its mouth.

This courtyard is relatively secluded and is used as a villa or guest residence. There are only a few rooms. The demonic cultivator walked straight towards the house and found the woman hiding inside as soon as he pushed open the door.

The person inside the room, holding the swaddled baby, cautiously hid in a corner. She was a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator and naturally noticed that a demonic cultivator had come outside.

With a gritted teeth, a gleaming spirit sword suddenly appeared in her hand. In her haste, she had pressed the baby's pressure point to put it to sleep, but she dared not press too hard, fearing that her pressure point technique might injure the fragile child if it was not up to par.

The woman's expression was grave; she glanced at the baby, then at the door. If something went wrong, she would have no choice but to…

Tread-tap-

The heavy footsteps outside the door grew closer and closer. Cold sweat dripped from the woman's forehead as she stared intently at the door, her spirit sword poised to strike.

Bang.

The door was violently broken open, but a burly figure, as large as a small mountain, was slammed into the room and thrown against the wall. He twitched slightly and then lay motionless, dead.

The woman then realized that the person who had been thrown in was a demonic cultivator with a black iron sword stuck in his back, while a fight had already broken out outside.

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Fu Xun struck a fatal blow, recalled the Xuan Tie Sword, and together with Leng Huan, blocked the doorway, engaging in fierce combat with the remaining two demonic cultivators.

Just as the demonic cultivator was about to push open the door, he caught him off guard and pierced his heart with a sword. Seeing their companion suffer this misfortune, the two demonic cultivators immediately became alert and hurriedly attacked Leng Huan and his companion.

"You are seeking death!"

The green-eyed demonic cultivator's pupils narrowed, and with a roar, the heavy hammer in his hand, imbued with demonic energy and flashing with dark light, hurtled through the air and smashed down on Leng Huan. Leng Huan's heart skipped a beat, and she pulled out a frying pan to defend herself. She immediately felt her arm go numb from the impact, and a torrent of immense force rushed towards her!

Leng Huan hurriedly withdrew his hands and feet and stepped back to dissipate the force, being forced back several feet. When the time was right, he gathered his energy and leaped down, kicking the demonic cultivator's arm with iron-like force, forcing him to cross his arms to block the heavy kick that carried the force of a thousand pounds.

Immediately afterward, she flipped her wrist, and her long sword, like a silver rainbow with a blue spiritual light, slashed down at the demonic cultivator. "Clang!" Sparks flew from the heavy iron hammer, which was actually blocked by the demonic cultivator. However, the next moment, Leng Huan quickly drew her sword and cast a high-level Five Thunder Talisman, which was specifically designed to counter demonic cultivators.

With a deafening roar, several thick, blue-purple bolts of lightning descended from the sky and struck the target squarely. "Howl!" The demonic cultivator only had time to let out a scream before being struck by lightning and reduced to a charred corpse!

At the same time, a thud was heard from the side, and the blue-eyed demon cultivator fell to the ground, killed by Fu Xun's sword to the chest.

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The woman inside the room remained motionless, her tense palms slightly relaxed, and the hilt of her sword was already damp with sweat. After a moment, she heard the silence outside the door, and soon two figures, one tall and one short, appeared at the doorway.

The shadow on the ground was stretched long by the moonlight, making him appear thin and with his hair fluttering lightly. He was not a burly, mountain-like demonic cultivator!

She finally let out a breath and asked softly, "Who is it?"

Leng Huan heard the clear, youthful female voice and heard her reply, "We are disciples of a celestial sect who have come here for training." This indicated that they were not bad people.

Fu Xun closed the half of the relatively intact door, and the two entered the house. Upon seeing the contents, both were relieved.

The woman was indeed from the manor, wearing the yellow robe and skirt that were the symbol of the Spirit Sword Manor. She was holding a swaddled baby in her arms, and the infant was sleeping peacefully.

Seeing that the two handsome young men who had just helped her out of a predicament finally relaxed a little.

"So you're disciples of the Immortal Sect. Thank you both for your help." The woman sheathed her sword and gently stroked the swaddled baby. "I am the young master's wife of the Spirit Sword Manor. A group of strange demonic cultivators came to the manor last night. They attacked the manor, stormed the main hall, and claimed they wanted to seize the Immortal Sword. My parents-in-law were injured, and my husband, seeing the situation was dire, told me to take the child and escape first..."

As she spoke, tears welled in her eyes. She knew that things couldn't end well today, and staying would likely mean certain death.

Leng Huan was still wondering how powerful the demonic cultivator who injured the manor lord was when he heard the young master's wife say, "Those leading demonic cultivators are at the late Golden Core stage, and their methods are unpredictable and extremely powerful."

Leng Huan was shocked. He had heard that the Lingjian Manor's lineage mainly cultivated military skills, with only the manor lord at the Golden Core stage. Even now, the Nascent Soul ancestor was still in seclusion, and it was uncertain whether he would survive. They were truly not good at fighting, and most of their disciples were only at the Foundation Establishment stage. The situation was dire.

The young master's wife looked at the two of them and asked, "May I ask which immortal sect you two come from?"

Leng Huan: "The Misty Immortal Sect".

“I have a favor to ask,” the young mistress said through gritted teeth, her beautiful profile tightening as if she had made up her mind. She looked at the swaddled baby and said, “I hope you two can help send this child to the Luo family in Zhongjing, to be raised by my brother, and to deliver the news of the attack to the Luo family…”

what? !

Hearing these words, which sounded like a dying wish, both Leng Huan and Fu Xun were shocked.

"Madam! You..."

"I believe that you two, as disciples of the Misty Immortal Sect, are certainly benevolent and righteous people. There is no time to lose, please help me!" The young mistress had actually made up her mind. She placed the swaddled baby in Leng Huan's arms, who had been talking to her all along.

Leng Huan caught the baby in a flustered manner. The baby was only a few months old and was very soft. She dared not use her strength for fear of hurting the baby!

"Wait, wait... Madam, don't rush... Wait, aren't you afraid we'll break our promise and become bad guys?"

Seeing her incoherent speech, the young mistress became even more convinced that Leng Huan was a good person. Wiping away her tears, she shook her head: "If you two don't mind, you can make a vow of faith. I believe you." She said this only to show that she believed in the two of them.

The Dao Heart Oath is the most important promise a cultivator has. If it is broken, it will shake the Dao Heart and affect the path of cultivation.

Looking at the resolute woman before him, Leng Huan sighed: "Madam, you can go to Zhongjing yourself, but you now..."

Going to the main hall probably won't help. It's better to escape.

“No, my husband’s family is all up there, how can I walk by myself? The child… please, both of you, take good care of him.” The young mistress took out a ruyi bracelet and put it on the baby’s arm, then took out a storage bag: “This is your reward…”

After saying that, she put the bag in Leng Huan's hand, glanced at the swaddled baby with reluctance, and resolutely turned and left.

But just as she reached the door, she heard Leng Huan call out, "Madam!"

The young mistress did not turn around, but simply stopped in her tracks.

Leng Huan felt confused and anxious, but she felt that in this situation, the young mistress had probably prepared for the worst, including the two of them being unreliable and the child being in danger, but there was no worse outcome than that.

"Madam, I swear on my Dao heart that I will deliver the child safely to the Luo family..." Leng Huan raised three fingers, finished speaking earnestly, and formed a seal of oath. This was his final comfort to the young mistress.

"Thank you!" The young mistress turned to them, tossed them an ordinary storage ring, and said, "This contains 'All is Gone,' which brought about this calamity. I'll give it to you, fellow Daoist!" With that, she resolutely flew away.

With Leng Huan's hands busy, Fu Xun reached out and caught the storage ring.

Originally, Lingjian Manor planned to invite heroes from all over the world to participate in the sword-tasting competition. More than a dozen famous swords would be displayed at the competition, and the contest would end when the contestants reached a point. The winner would receive the Lingjian sword they desired. The final Heavenly Grade sword was this one called "All Gone".

Leng Huan stared at the sleeping baby in the swaddling clothes, speechless for a long time.

Sighing inwardly, I realized that the legend of the young master of Lingjian Manor and his wife being deeply in love and having unwavering affection for each other was indeed true.

She just couldn't understand why the young mistress was so determined to go to the underworld with her husband, even willing to give up her child. Was the child really an accident?

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