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On her way to the small town, Jiang Lian'er encountered numerous dangers, each step feeling as if she were walking on the edge of a knife, with her life hanging in the balance.
At that moment, Jiang Lian'er was traversing a winding mountain path. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of her footsteps and the occasional chirping of birds echoing in the valley. The forest was dense, with trees intertwining their branches, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating patches of light on the ground.
Suddenly, a group of fearsome Mountain Bandits sprang out from the bushes. Each one wielded a large knife that glinted ominously in the dappled sunlight. Their brutish faces shook with their shouts, eyes gleaming with greed as they blocked Jiang Lian'er's path. They yelled, "Little lady, hand over your money and valuables, or don't blame us for being rude!"
Their voices pierced through the stillness of the forest, startling a flock of birds perched in the trees.
Jiang Lian'er was terrified; her heart raced as if it would leap out of her throat. She instinctively clutched her clothes tightly. However, she forced herself to remain calm, taking a deep breath and attempting to negotiate with the Mountain Bandits. "Gentlemen," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "I am just a poor girl from a humble family with little wealth to speak of. My sick mother is waiting for me to return with medicine to save her life. I beg you to let me pass."
Her eyes were filled with pleading as she tried to evoke sympathy from the Mountain Bandits. Naturally, they did not believe her. The leader of the bandits sneered derisively, his laughter dripping with mockery and disdain. "Stop pretending to be pitiful; search her!" he commanded with a wave of his hand as several bandits leered and moved closer to Jiang Lian'er.
Just as the Mountain Bandits closed in on her, a skilled martial artist arranged by Lin Yu to protect Jiang Lian'er leaped down from a tree like a ghost, appearing before the bandits.
Dressed in a sleek Black Combat Suit, he was agile and held a long sword, his gaze sharp as an eagle's. Without uttering a word, he engaged in an intense battle with the Mountain Bandits.
His swordsmanship was exceptional; each strike cut through the air with a whooshing sound as if it could slice through anything. He moved swiftly among the bandits, who gradually found themselves outmatched and began to flee in all directions while shouting, "It's too painful! Run!"
However, danger was far from over. Upon entering the small town, Jiang Lian'er noticed that she was being followed by some mysterious figures. A knot tightened in her stomach as she realized these individuals meant trouble.
To shake off her pursuers, she deliberately wove through the bustling market in town. The market was teeming with people and filled with noise; various stalls displayed an array of fresh fruits and vegetables, handmade crafts, and everyday goods.
She pretended to be casually browsing at the stall, occasionally picking up an item to inquire about its price, while her eyes discreetly scanned the surroundings, keeping an eye on her pursuer's movements.
Spotting a fabric vendor, she approached and feigned interest in selecting cloth, her fingers lightly brushing over the various materials as she kept a watchful glance behind her.
When the moment felt right, she swiftly entered a bustling teahouse, where the air was filled with the aroma of tea and the sounds of laughter and chatter.
Quietly slipping out through the back door, she then ducked into a narrow alley. The alley was permeated with a damp, musty odor, its walls covered in moss. It was so quiet that all she could hear was her own rapid breathing. Yet her pursuer, relying on keen instincts, tracked her down and confronted Jiang Lian'er in the alley.
These mysterious figures were highly skilled in martial arts, their moves lethal and infused with deadly intent. Jiang Lian'er gradually found herself at a disadvantage and sustained some minor injuries. A cut on her arm oozed blood, staining her sleeve and sending sharp pains coursing through her skin.
In that critical moment, she suddenly remembered a special sedative she had carried with her—something prepared just in case of emergencies.
Enduring the pain, she seized the opportunity to throw the sedative at her assailants. As they inhaled it, they were immediately overwhelmed by dizziness; their strength waned, and one by one, they collapsed to the ground, their weapons clattering beside them.
Taking advantage of this chance, Jiang Lian'er hurriedly fled. Her figure appeared somewhat disheveled in the alley—her hair tousled and clothes torn in several places—but her eyes shone with determination. She was resolute in her quest for the truth; her gaze burned like a flame—intense and bright.
Finding a secluded corner, she leaned against the wall and sat down.
From her bundle, she retrieved a clean strip of cloth and tended to her wound. Her brow furrowed slightly from the pain, but her hands moved without pause. After treating her injury, she took a brief rest before continuing toward her goal.
Despite the numerous dangers along the way, Jiang Lian'er never considered giving up. She knew she bore too many responsibilities and expectations to falter now.
She recalled the injustices faced by her family and the image of her mother’s smiling face; those memories fueled her resolve, propelling her forward on this perilous path with unwavering determination.
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