Your Head Got Farted on by a Donkey?

Di Nüfeng stared at Li Xuanxiao, who had collapsed into Liu Qiushui's arms, her eyes widening in shock.

Then, her pupils dilated with rage.

"Bitch!! It's you again."

Li Xuanxiao had already stopped breathing.

There was no doubt that Liu Qiushui was the one who had done it.

She had promised the young man that he would enjoy all the riches and glory.

Drink the strongest wine, play with the most beautiful girls, ride the fastest horses...

Di Nüfeng always kept her word.

What's more, she had a good impression of this young man.

Liu Qiushui glared at Di Nüfeng with equal fury, "Die!!"

"Bitch!!"

The two of them charged out of the cave.

Liu Qiushui was seen tightly gripping the long sword that shimmered with cold light, its blade trembling slightly as if it were in perfect sync with her will.

In an instant, a dazzling sword light erupted, like a raging inferno, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.

The fiery light contained boundless heat and immense power, making it impossible to look directly at.

At the same time, a fire dragon roared and ascended from the sword light.

It opened its massive maw, revealing sharp, pointed fangs, and swung its huge, powerful claws, pouncing towards Di Nüfeng with the force of thunder.

This fire dragon was surrounded by flames, its aura like a rainbow. Where it passed, the air itself warped and distorted from the intense heat.

Facing this fierce onslaught, Di Nüfeng showed no fear.

With a gentle flap of the magnificent wings on her back, she soared into the air like a graceful fairy, her hand tightly holding a lotus lantern emitting a soft glow.

The lotus lantern bloomed with multicolored radiant light, making Di Nüfeng appear even more noble, elegant, and otherworldly.

This was not the first time they had clashed.

Past grievances resurfaced in their hearts at this moment, making the battle even more intense.

Both of them went all out, determined to decide the victor and loser, life and death.

Mount Wu Wang swayed unsteadily from side to side, like a drunken giant struggling to stand.

Accompanying this violent shaking, countless huge rocks tumbled down the steep mountainside, colliding with each other and emitting deafening roars.

In an instant, debris flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

Birds, poisonous insects, and ferocious beasts that inhabited the mountain fled in all directions, seeking safe havens.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce, inseparable battle, Neither of them noticed that Li Xuanxiao, who had been presumed dead, had disappeared.

He had quietly used the Earth Evasion Technique, rapidly escaping into the distance.

Fight, fight, it's best if you both end up injured.

Li Xuanxiao fled towards their pre-arranged meeting point.

He ran for three days and three nights without stopping, finally escaping Mount Wu Wang.

It's starting again!!

Su Wan looked worriedly at Mount Wu Wang in the distance.

The other Shushan disciples' expressions changed when they saw this.

"They're not going to fight their way out, are they?"

"What if they decide to wipe us out too?"

"Li Xuanxiao and Senior Brother Murong haven't come out for so long, could they have already..."

"No! Don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Luoshui said indignantly, puffing out her cheeks.

The disciple who had spoken carelessly quickly slapped himself. "Bah!! Senior Brother Murong and Junior Disciple Li are blessed by heaven; they'll definitely be fine."

As they were speaking, a figure suddenly emerged from the ground not far away.

"Junior Brother Ling!?" Su Wan's eyes lit up.

Elder Feng Yun breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Ling Xuanxiao, but when she noticed that Murong Mo was nowhere to be seen behind him, she became nervous again.

"Murong Mo isn't with you?"

Ling Xuanxiao shook his head. "I didn't see Senior Brother Murong. It was Di Nüfeng and Liu Qiushui."

"What!?"

Upon hearing these two names, the Shushan disciples present, including Elder Feng Yun, all changed their expressions drastically.

Di Nüfeng of the Heavenly Fiend Hall, Liu Qiushui of the Asura Hall.

Both of them were top-tier fiends.

They were not only famous in Zhongzhou but also renowned outside of it.

Elder Feng Yun decisively declared, "Send a flying sword message to Shushan! Hurry and surround and eliminate these two fiends!"

"..."

Three days later, the chief sect leaders of Shushan's three peaks, along with five elders and thirty-six Shushan disciples, arrived at Mount Wu Wang.

However, by the time they reached Mount Wu Wang, the battle between Di Nüfeng and Liu Qiushui had already concluded.

It was unclear who had won or lost this battle, as both their traces had vanished within Mount Wu Wang.

The unconvinced chiefs searched the Southern Border further.

But even the peak leaders were hesitant to venture deep into the Southern Border, so they eventually had to let the matter rest.

As for Murong Mo, they searched Mount Wu Wang thoroughly but couldn't find any sign of him.

He had probably, most likely, perhaps, possibly died within Mount Wu Wang.

Of course, the blame for this was placed squarely on Di Nüfeng and Liu Qiushui.

Given Murong Mo's strength and the fact that he was on the outskirts of the Southern Border of Mount Wu Wang with a distress talisman, it was highly unlikely he would have been killed silently.

Therefore, it was very probable that Di Nüfeng or Liu Qiushui had made a move.

Shushan noted this blood debt; they now had one more Shushan disciple's life on their hands.

And so, amidst Jiang Luoshui's crying, everyone concluded their journey to Mount Wu Wang and returned to Shushan.

Jiang Luoshui continued to weep uncontrollably along the way.

Su Wan gazed quietly into the distance, her heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.

This man had once been someone she deeply loved.

Although now, they were like strangers to each other.

Yet, even so, upon hearing the news of his death, Su Wan's heart couldn't help but ache faintly.

Memories of the past surged through her like a tide, those sweet and warm recollections felt as if they were from yesterday.

They had strolled together under the moonlit flowers, confiding their innermost thoughts.

They had shared countless joyful moments, experiencing life's joys and sorrows together.

Every smile, every embrace was deeply etched into Su Wan's memory, impossible to erase.

But what about now? Everything had changed, and it could never go back.

Su Wan let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with endless helplessness and sorrow.

Perhaps this was fate's arrangement; destined but not meant to be, they could only become an interlude in life.

Even though the love still lingered in her heart, she could only bury it deep within, letting time slowly heal the pain of the past.

Su Wan looked towards Ling Xuanxiao and walked over to him.

"Give me some time."

Ling Xuanxiao turned his head, looking at her inexplicably.

"Give me some time. After all... after all, he and I once... even though those are stories of the past, I'm still very upset. Give me some time to heal my wounds, and then I will consider the feelings between us."

Ling Xuanxiao: (O_o)??

Fourth Senior Sister, if I may be so bold, did a donkey kick you in the head?