Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2781

1294: Old Friend

Zuan fell silent. He knew this all too well. The old man in the mountains was truly the king of assassins; his strike had been swift and precise.

He had a chance to save the Red Sun Dharma King, but he didn’t. Instead, he exploited the fleeting opportunity created by the Red Sun Dharma King’s life and launched a sneak attack, severely injuring Yanhua.

Had it not been for Yanhua’s formidable physique and supreme cultivation, anyone else would have perished instantly.

Even so, she had only managed to delay her death, and now it seemed she was beyond redemption.

Zuan pondered his knowledge. With his expertise in medicine and herbal medicine, he could have refined some elixirs.

But this world lacked vital energy. The most precious things were things like Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng, but their medicinal properties had their limits and could not heal her severe injuries.

He thought for a moment and said, “How about I try to transfer my internal energy into your body to help you reconnect the broken meridians?”

Yanhua said coldly, “The other meridians are fine, but the heart meridian is particularly fragile. If you still have your previous cultivation, you can barely help me, but now we have both lost our supernatural powers. If your strength is even a little bit different, my heart meridian will be broken and I will die faster.”

Zuan said unhappily, “I am trying to save you after all. Can’t you smile more? It’s really not pretty to have a stern face.”

“Did I let you save me?” Yanhua’s words choked him.

Zuan frowned slightly. Yanhua used to have a changeable personality. Sometimes, even when he was a demon spider, his tone was not so stiff. Could it be that he was in a bad mood because he was about to die?

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but offer some comfort. “Don’t worry. While this world lacks supernatural powers, martial arts do offer some ingenuity. Your injury may not be incurable. From what I’ve heard, the Dali Duan clan possesses a technique called the One Yang Finger, which can restore even the most severe injuries.”

Yanhua had been treating him with indifference, but seeing that he remained calm and spoke gently, his eyes softened. “The journey to Dali is long and arduous. My current injuries clearly won’t last there, so there’s no need to worry.”

Zuan knew she was telling the truth; her injuries clearly couldn’t withstand the turbulent journey.

Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he gestured to Yanhua to silence her. He heard light footsteps approaching.

He approached the door, standing guard.

Suddenly, it flew open, revealing a flash of cold light.

Zuan flicked it away, revealing a sword.

The blade swiftly swung back, like an antelope hanging on a horn, striking back in the blink of an eye, striking dozens of times.

Originally, with Zuan’s cultivation and vision, he thought he should be able to walk sideways in this world, but he never expected that someone could use swordsmanship to such a level.

In an instant, he was in danger several times, and after he managed to resolve the situation, he suddenly exclaimed.

Because he had seen the swordsman’s appearance clearly, the long sword suddenly stopped at this moment, and a pair of beautiful eyes in the dark environment became brighter.

“Tingxue!” Zuan’s voice had a hint of surprise.

The woman in front of him was dressed in white like snow, with long hair fluttering. Standing there, she had a sense of being detached and otherworldly.

The originally calm eyes of the woman in white also had a hint of fluctuation: “It’s you…”

She also saw the fireworks on the bed beside her, and suddenly revealed a strange expression. What were two lonely men and women doing here in the dark?

Zuan was particularly excited to meet an old friend in a foreign land. “Tingxue, why are you here? What’s your relationship to the Ancient Tomb Sect? Could it be… Little Dragon Girl?”

His tone took on a strange tone at this point. For some reason, he didn’t want her to be Little Dragon Girl, even though that would have been helpful in completing the mission.

Tingxue shook her head slightly. “No, to be precise, the Little Dragon Girl you’re referring to is my mother.”

Zuan: “???”

Yanhua: “???”

A rare flicker of embarrassment crossed Tingxue’s face. “It’s just my identity in this world. After entering this trial world, I discovered I was their daughter.”

Zuan suppressed a smile. “Actually, we’re pretty much the same…” He

then recounted his and Yanhua’s identities in this world.

“Guo Jing and Huang Rong… I’ve heard them talk about it occasionally.” Tingxue couldn’t help but glance at Yanhua. “So you’re Guo Xiang. I heard Little Dragon Girl say you seem to be pursuing Yang Guo.”

She wasn’t used to calling them “father and mother”; after all, it was just a temporary identity during a trial.

A flush crept across Yanhua’s face. “That was the old Guo Xiang. What does it have to do with me? Ahem…”

Her voice was so agitated that it triggered a coughing fit, spattering the ground with blood.

Tingxue was puzzled. “How did you get so badly injured?”

In her opinion, while this world prohibited supernatural powers, based on her knowledge, she was certainly not weak in martial arts.

“How dare you say that? Were those men attracted to you?” Yanhua realized then that the stunning woman the Mongols were talking about was most likely this person.

Tingxue blinked, a little confused, until Zuan explained.

“So that woman they were calling was me. I thought they were too noisy, so I went out and hid for a while two weeks ago, hoping to find out where you were. I didn’t find you, but I came back and ran into you instead.” Tingxue finally understood. Seeing

her somewhat naive appearance, Zuan wondered if Zhenjin would be furious if he knew all his sweet words for the past two weeks had gone to waste.

“By the way, we’re here for the ‘Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying Project,’ and we’d like to borrow the Black Iron Sword from Yang Guo,” Zuan outlined the plan, his curiosity growing. “Where are he and Xiaolongnu?”

They’d been inside the ancient tomb for so long, having just engaged in a battle. As the masters of this place, they should have revealed themselves long ago.

“They’re out traveling the world,” Tingxue seemed to be reminiscing. “Yang Guo seemed to have said that he and Xiaolongnu had endured countless hardships to finally be together, and that they must cherish every moment and not let anyone else disturb them.”

“Even your daughter?” Zuan couldn’t help but grumble.

Tingxue shook her head slightly. “To them, their daughter is also a third party.”

Zuan: “…”

This seemed to perfectly fit the love-struck nature of Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, their eyes fixed on each other.

“That’s troublesome. It looks like we’ll have a hard time obtaining the Black Iron Sword.” Zuan, reflecting on the purpose of their trip, felt a wave of worry.

Tingxue replied, “Don’t worry about that. The black iron sword is left in the ancient tomb. I’ll take you there to get it.”

Zuan never expected that all this would be so easy to obtain, but he still refused, “Let’s go later. Now that Yanhua is seriously injured, I have to find a way to save her.”

Tingxue looked puzzled and whispered, “Aren’t you enemies? You’ve already hurt her, so why are you saving her?”

Zuan knew she meant no harm in her words, a completely rational judgment, emotionless.

“Because I promised her I’d get all four of us out of this trial world safely.”

Yanhua had her eyes closed, as if she’d fallen asleep from her injuries, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.

“If you really want to save her, I have a plan,” Tingxue suddenly said.