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Zhong Xue ignored her ramblings, drew his sword and held it across his chest, shouting, "Who sent you?"
The man in black sneered, "If you want to know, go ask Yama King."
This was a typical line from assassins, as if to prove their strong connection to Yama King. As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen gleaming Iron Swords were already closing in.
San Chun couldn't help but click her tongue; their master was quite extravagant, as each sword was a fine piece.
While Zhong Xue swung his sword, he asked her, "How many can you handle?"
San Chun held up two fingers and then said, "No need to think about it; we are no match for them." She had brought a sword with her too; there was a decent Iron Sword in the carriage, but she had no idea where it ended up after the carriage crashed. Now she had no weapon at all—she couldn't even handle one of them.
"Is that so?" Zhong Xue's expression darkened slightly. He pressed his lips together, looking determined as if ready to fight to the death.
Just when she thought he was going to confront them, he suddenly grabbed her hand and shouted, "Run!" Then he pulled her along and they took off.
San Chun had initially fantasized that these people were there to save her, but seeing how ruthless they were—even trying to kill her—her hopes were dashed and she could only run with him.
The assassins were momentarily stunned; rumors had it that Chengyang Jun was a heroic figure, but it seemed those rumors were mistaken. They hurriedly chased after them, but by the time they snapped out of their daze, it was too late. Zhong Xue and San Chun had already run over a hundred meters away. Ahead lay two paths: one leading to the main road and the other a mountain trail. Zhong Xue glanced at the terrain and pulled San Chun toward the mountain path.
Once they reached the mountain, they realized that being Lord Jun didn't mean all judgments were accurate. The higher they climbed, the more difficult the path became; they could only scramble up using both hands and feet. Zhong Xue initially thought he could shake off their pursuers using the terrain, but unexpectedly, they were relentless and wouldn't let go.
Further ahead there was no path left; a sheer cliff loomed before them. San Chun leaned over to look down the mountain and gasped; below was pitch black and bottomless. To get across would require wings.
She sighed, "Looks like Lord Jun has deep plans." Even if they died now, it would be a glorious death—only to end up as bones scattered without a trace.
Zhong Xue shot her a glare; he wasn't a deity and couldn't always predict everything accurately.
While chewing on his tongue, the assassin had already caught up, and more than a dozen black-clad killers surrounded them, their knives and swords glinting ominously.
San Chun felt a pang of fear in his heart as he thought of Qing; if he couldn't fight them off, he might as well plead. He immediately said, "Gentlemen, I haven't killed your parents or harmed your sisters. Why must you go to such extremes?"
Zhong Xue frowned; this girl just rambled on without thinking.
One of the black-clad men sneered, "Someone wants your lives and has paid a hefty sum for it."
San Chun asked curiously, "Is it him or me?"
"It doesn't matter who it is; if you cross paths with us, you will die."
It seemed impossible to determine who had dragged whom into this mess. She sniffled and said to Zhong Xue, "Then let's fight side by side today; at least we'll have company in death."
Zhong Xue suddenly smiled and tightly grasped her hand. "To die alongside you is what I have always hoped for."
She was speechless; it was just that—who truly wanted to accompany him in death?
As Zhong Xue spoke, she had already drawn her treasured sword and attacked the nearest black-clad man. A flash of cold light appeared in mid-air, and with a "crack," she severed a portion of the opponent's weapon.
At this moment, they could only fight desperately. She picked up a few stones from the ground, aiming for the opponents' eyes.
The two worked together to fend off the assault for a time. However, as time passed, she struggled to gather more stones. When she lifted her head again, she nearly lost a layer of scalp. Meanwhile, Zhong Xue's swordplay became heavier and less sharp than before.
The killers grew bolder with each passing moment, forming a fan-shaped formation that trapped them tightly. The biting cold made both of them break out in a cold sweat.
As they faced imminent death under their swords, San Chun's heart raced more and more with fear, and tears nearly fell. She silently complained about who could afford to hire so many killers—each one was fiercer than any warrior.
Zhong Xue seemed quite happy, wiping his sweat and asking, "Are you willing to die with me?"
"Of course not," San Chun cried. He couldn't really want to die, could he?
Zhong Xue appeared not to hear him. "Then let us die together."
San Chun gasped, and before he could react, he felt someone grab his arm. His body leaned forward as if being pulled off a cliff. He had no time to think of anything else; his body was rapidly falling, the sound of rushing wind in his ears, making it feel like he was plunging into the depths of hell.
He never expected that he would choose such a desperate way to end his life. He couldn't help but scream, "Zhong Xue, I won't let you go even as a ghost!"
Just as the shout ended, his falling body suddenly stopped. Above him came a slightly mournful voice, "If you really want to be a ghost, I'll grant you that... you truly are heavy."
San Chun opened his eyes and realized he hadn't fallen into the Mountain Valley, but was being held by Zhong Xue, suspended in mid-air.
How could Chengyang Jun really be foolish enough to want to commit suicide? At the moment he leaped off the cliff, he had already unfastened his belt, which held a short dagger that was now embedded in the rock.
Looking at the delicate belt swaying in the wind, San Chun knew he wasn't joking. Although it was woven from golden threads mixed with silk and had great resilience, it couldn't support both of them for long. They would either both fall or he would let her fall alone—one or the other.
Zhong Xue looked around and spotted a protruding rock not far away that seemed capable of supporting one person. He gauged the distance with his eyes and shouted, "Hold on tight." Then he threw her upward for a moment before pushing off the rock with his feet and leaping up himself.
Both of them clung to the rock, but unfortunately, this place could only hold one person comfortably; two would make it wobble precariously. He turned sideways and lifted her up, letting her climb onto his back.
This maneuver was somewhat difficult; San Chun felt she couldn't manage it. It was only at this moment that she realized she was afraid of heights. Looking down made her legs tremble as if she were dozens of feet high. She asked in a trembling voice, "You wouldn't throw me down to save yourself, would you?"
Given his character, he might actually do something like that; he always exhausted all schemes and would never let himself perish while others survived.
Zhong Xue stroked his chin, pretending to ponder deeply. "If you want me not to throw you down, promise me one thing."
"Alright, other than marrying you."
Zhong Xue's face turned slightly green; he really wanted to kick her down. In the past, she had at least been somewhat subtle in rejecting him, but now she was simply being venomous.
He shouted, "If you don't hurry up and climb, I might really throw you down."
San Chun was still not reassured, gripping his arm tightly as if determined to drag him down with her if she fell.
He finally assured her gently that he wouldn't let her die. Only then did San Chun wrap her arms around his neck, lift one leg onto his shoulder, and then start to wiggle her body, trying to get over his head.
Zhong Xue looked at the position of his face and couldn't help but grit his teeth, thinking to himself, does this girl have no sense of modesty as a woman? Is that place something you can just aim at a man? With her entangling him like this, a wave of heat surged up from below, and he felt an impulse to push her down. Unfortunately, the timing and the place were all wrong.
Right now, San Chun had no time to think about so much; she only wanted to figure out how to get over him. She straddled his neck with her legs and after much effort finally shifted down into a piggyback position.
Whether it was due to being overly nervous or the difficulty of suppressing desire, Zhong Xue was drenched in sweat after just this short while. Seeing that she had finally succeeded, he took a deep breath, tied his belt around her waist, and then handed her the Iron Sword. "You brought this; it's a lifesaver."
San Chun held the sword horizontally against his neck, the blade pointing directly at his throat. This position was excellent; with just a slight movement of her hand, she could take his life. He had often heard that Chengyang Jun was very suspicious and rarely interacted with others; yet here he was entrusting his life to her?
But her life was also in his hands; if he made a mistake on this cliff, she would find it hard to survive too.
Zhong Xue plunged a dagger into the rock. His dagger could cut through iron like mud; piercing the stone was easy for him. He used the force of this stab to gradually climb down along the rock face.
The cliff was too deep; the black-clad figures standing on the edge couldn't tell whether they were alive or dead. However, for safety's sake, they still threw down several large stones. One stone grazed San Chun's scalp, scaring her so much that she wanted to scream but didn't dare; she could only cling tightly to his neck.
Zhong Xue felt like he was about to pass out from being choked; he endured for a long time before refraining from cursing at her. Was this girl planning to murder her husband?
After confirming that there was indeed no sound coming from them, the black-clad figures began to leave. At this moment, they had only climbed a short distance; Zhong Xue was exhausted, his hands and feet trembling as he gasped for breath.
San Chun didn't know what to say to comfort him. Considering her sharp tongue forged by Azure Forge, whatever she said would likely be infuriating, so she chose to remain silent.
After climbing for about an hour, they finally saw the bottom of the cliff. Just as they were about to land, the belt that bound her suddenly snapped. San Chun was startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, causing her Iron Sword to slip from her hand. Zhong Xue was pulled along with her, and they both fell from the cliff.
In that moment of falling, San Chun tilted her body slightly, landing on her left hip first, which sank into a pile of soft mud. Zhong Xue wasn't as fortunate; his waist slammed against the rocks, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain. He gritted his teeth to suppress any sound but inwardly cursed San Chun. Didn't she realize how important a man's lower back was? If he injured his kidneys, what kind of happiness could he expect in the future?
For a moment, neither of them could move, each lying on their side and gasping for breath.
This scene felt familiar, reminiscent of when they lay in that pit outside Daliang City, each guarding their own side. However, it seemed that the injuries they sustained then were nowhere near as severe as those now.
San Chun groaned in pain; after all, a woman's hips were crucial for her life. If she broke them, having children would be difficult.
For a time, both the man and woman fell silent, perhaps worrying about their future offspring.
After waiting for a while and realizing that her bones weren't broken, she struggled to lean against a rock and stand up.
Glancing at Zhong Xue on the ground, she felt embarrassed to leave him alone with the stones and forced herself to endure the pain to help him up.
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