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Zhao Xin was nearly beside herself with rage. "Damn you, Shen Yuli! You idiot, Shen Yuli! You fool, Shen Yuli!"
She never expected that Shen Yuli would give her the most precious inner strength of a martial artist. While she felt touched, she also wanted to do something for him, which led her to swallow her pride and seek out that eccentric divine doctor for medicine.
After gathering a basket full of herbs on the steep cliff, she managed to exchange them for a single pill the size of a soybean— Nine-Turn Elixir.
Even though she was seriously injured herself, she couldn’t bear to use it and hurried back to give it to him. To her surprise, instead of a word of concern, she was met with a barrage of scolding.
Hmph! It turned out that in his heart, she was nothing more than a vicious and cold-hearted woman.
As she looked back at the city, Zhao Xin anxiously glanced over her shoulder, stomping her feet in frustration. "Damn you, Shen Yuli! Why haven’t you caught up yet?"
Suddenly, a group of black-clad figures emerged from the woods, and the leader smiled mysteriously. "Little girl, how have you been?"
Zhao Xin's heart sank, but her face remained calm. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger and laughed sweetly. "Tang San?"
"Very good. At least if you end up in hell, the King of Hell won't even know who killed you," Tang San said with a wave of his hand, signaling his men to advance.
Though Zhao Xin had gained some inner strength, facing off against even a small fry from the Tang Sect was still challenging, let alone against a group.
She could only dodge desperately, but as exhaustion set in, she cried out helplessly to the heavens, " Shen Yuli! You bastard! Why haven’t you caught up yet? I'm going to die!"
Before her words had even faded away, a figure descended from the sky. Zhao Xin felt her body lighten as the glint of blades and swords was swiftly left far behind.
Zhao Xin glanced at the man who had saved her. His straight nose and resolute jawline made her feel as if the moment of separation had stretched longer than a lifetime. A sense of disconnection washed over her, as if she were in another world.
Pouting in grievance, Zhao Xin huffed, "You jerk! Put me down! Now you realize that the matter with the Guan Family Fortress has nothing to do with me? You wronged me! Hmph, you better apologize properly, or else... Ah..."
After a dizzying spin, Zhao Xin found herself standing firmly on the ground.
Shen Yuli gently supported her with one hand, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.
He furrowed his brow slightly, contemplating for a moment before his gaze softened like a gentle stream. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have blamed you without asking anything first. I just..."
He stared deeply into her eyes, as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat. After a pause, his voice turned slightly hoarse. "I was afraid you would go astray."
Shen Yuli slowly took out a hairpin from his pocket. The pin was exquisitely crafted, shimmering with a warm glow under the sunlight.
Clumsily, he inserted the hairpin into her hairdo, a hint of shyness creeping onto his face. "I bought this while waiting for you. I hadn't had the chance to give it to you before you ran off."
Zhao Xin stared blankly at the hairpin, tears welling up in her eyes that she could no longer hold back. They spilled over uncontrollably.
She hurriedly lowered her head, trying to conceal the turmoil within her in an awkward manner.
In her understanding, most people in the martial world were cold-hearted and hypocritical, spouting righteousness while sacrificing everything for power and status.
Yet Shen Yuli was an exception; he was like a ray of light that pierced through her previously dark and cold world, becoming an unexpected presence in her life.
"What's wrong with you?" Shen Yuli asked with concern. He seemed to suddenly remember something and pulled out a small box from his pocket. "What is this stinky little pill that smells like sheep dung? If you hadn't given it to me, I would have thrown it away already; it's really disgusting."
"What? Sheep dung?" Zhao Xin was so shocked by this remark that he nearly spat blood.
He actually referred to the priceless treasure, the Nine-Turn Elixir, which he considered a holy medicine worth its weight in gold, as sheep dung?
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