Chapter 183: Chapter 183

Nangong Jue slightly raised an eyebrow, seeming somewhat surprised.

"Yes! Based on my judgment, they are likely related to the Li Palace, Yellow Springs Inn, or Red Robe Sect."

Upon hearing Li Palace, Nangong Jue’s eyes flickered slightly, a playful smile tugged at his lips, appearing somewhat eerie and ghostly in the dim underground palace.

"Yes! Besides Nanyue, I also saw the Mechanical Sparrow from Baise Sand City at the scene. It seems they were also involved."

Nangong Jue looked at the spinning Star Disc in front of him, smirking playfully, "Baise Sand City, huh? Quite interesting."

When he didn’t speak, Ming River remained quietly kneeling, head slightly bowed, looking at the ground.

The underground palace was silent, the candlelight flickered, the blue Star Disc resembling waves surging, with scattered starstones carved from jade emeralds.

When no one spoke, the atmosphere was a thread of ghostly charm.

After a long time, Nangong Jue turned, "Investigate thoroughly, who is attempting to kill her."

Ming River was just about to say, ’Unless there are further orders, I shall take my leave,’ when Nangong Jue asked, "Is she hurt?"

Ming River was slightly taken aback, a slight flicker in his eyes, responding respectfully, "Three waves of assassins attacked fiercely with arrows, Soft Muscle Powder, and poisonous insects, injuries were unavoidable."

Nangong Jue’s expression darkened, seemingly displeased, "Wasn’t Shen Mubai and Shen Weixi present? Yet they couldn’t even handle mere assassins?"

"To report, Master, Shen Mubai’s internal injuries haven’t healed, his legs and arms still have unhealed fractures, and he was injured by Shen Weixi, so his combat strength is severely compromised, thus..."

"Is her injury serious?"

Nangong Jue slightly narrowed his eyes, the light of the red Luminous Pearl reflecting ghostly and sinister in his eyes.

Ming River took just one glance, his heart shuddered in terror, quickly bowing his head, "To report, Master, one knife wound, one arrow wound, shouldn’t be a major issue..."

Suddenly, a tangible pressure descended like a mountain overwhelming, Ming River felt his body sink, his chest ache, knees hit the ground, a metallic taste of blood flooded his throat.

More alarming was his mind, unsure of what he said wrong to anger the capricious Master?

But he heard Nangong Jue’s ghostly cold voice above, "Her body is delicate, unlike you vulgar and lowly people, how could it be unharmed?"

Ming River was appalled, lowering his head, "Yes! I misspoke! I deserve punishment! Please discipline me, Master!"

"To report, Master, she was rescued by a man in white, whereabouts unknown."

Nangong Jue’s eyes slightly narrowed, "Man in white?"

Listening to the ghostly cold tone, Ming River’s body tightened, his back involuntarily drenched in cold sweat.

"A masked man in white, with extraordinary martial skills, exceptional Qinggong, remarkable archery; he arrived in time to chase away the assassins and took her away."

After Ming River finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent, eerily quiet.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, soaking the carpet below.

After a long time, a single eerie command floated in the wind:

Ming River felt like he had received a great pardon, "Yes! I will go immediately!"

As the words fell, his figure flashed and quickly vanished from the underground palace.

Nangong Jue stood in place, raised his head to look at the rotating star disc, his gaze dark and inscrutable.

A soft murmur, like a sigh, vanishing in the flickering candlelight.

Valley, Bamboo House.

Yun Ran leaned casually against a cushion, bored, looking at a book, her thoughts drifting.

The back injury hurt while laying down and hurt while lying face down!

Tried to walk, but with the leg injury, could only hop on one foot, which would aggravate the back injury...

Yun Ran found it really difficult!

Could not help but curse Shen Mubai three hundred times in her heart.

Was he honestly mourning or flaunting his new flame?

That Yu Qingyan... seemed weak and harmless, but she really couldn’t like her!

Plan to investigate, if she’s genuine inside out, then blame it all on Shen Mubai, if not...

"Then a cut is necessary!"

"Plus some interest, throw in a brick!"

"To whom do you want to give a cut? And supplement with bricks and arrows? Is the young lady that ruthless?"

Yun Ran turned around, seeing someone walking towards her with a bowl of chicken soup.

Black hair, white garment, tall figure, approached against the light, resembling a deity.

Yun Ran was momentarily dazed.

[This familiar feeling! Clearly it’s him!]

[The bastard still refuses to admit it!]

The man pursed his lips with a smile, teasingly, "Do you smell the aroma? Want some? Call me ’good brother’ if you do."

Yun Ran didn’t bother to roll her eyes, looking at him like he was an idiot, "You can take your soup and go away."

Certain someone: "..."

Heartless girl, truly cold!

The man placed a small bowl of chicken soup on the table, cooling.

Picked up a pillow and softly helped Yun Ran sit up, "Be careful, don’t touch the wound."

Yun Ran: [The bastard forgot to seal her acupoint? The opportunity came too fast!]

In the next instant, Yun Ran raised her hand, swiftly reaching for his mask.

But it didn’t come off?!

Yun Ran was a bit dumbfounded, did being injured really turn her into a weak girl incapable of lifting even a chicken?!

Yun Ran refused to accept it, forcefully tugged again, the mask seemed like it was fused to his face, unmoving!

The man caught her hand, removing her paw from his mask.

Lightly curved his lips, smiled elegantly, "Don’t waste your energy, you won’t be able to take it off."

"I’ve been prepared for this."

Turning around, he raised his fingers, lifting his black hair, Yun Ran saw rings of thin chains connecting the mask tightly to him.

It was truly you within me, me within you, forever inseparable.

The man elegantly flicked a chain with his fingertips, casually saying:

"Forged from millennium Xuan Iron, impervious to blades and bullets, the key is in my bosom. Little girl, don’t waste your twisted thoughts."

Yun Ran silently looked up at the sky, momentarily speechless.

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[How could he be so deceitful!]

"Come, have the soup."

The man sat before her, holding a bowl in one hand, a spoon in the other, his smile exceptionally enchanting.

"Open your mouth, good girl!"

[She now didn’t want the soup, wanting blood instead!!!]

Certain someone: Whose blood?!

The face beneath the mask slightly stiffened, a drop of cold sweat slid from the corner of his eye, his mouth speaking solemnly:

"Lin Wanyue, this chicken lived for over three years. I added ginseng, angelica, and red dates to stew with it, perfect for replenishing blood and energy, ideal for you now."

"Without healing properly, you’ll only stay in bed, unable to go anywhere."

"So, obediently drink the soup, hmm?"

Yun Ran coldly glared at him, "How do you know it lived for over three years? Did it tell you in a dream?"

"Did it ask you to join it down there?"