Princess Carry

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

Even Ji Wuye, who had always been calm and unruffled, stared in shock.

The handsome young man before them was An Bulang.

No matter how Ji Wuye and Qin Shiyue thought about it, they never imagined An Bulang would strike so decisively.

What a familiar scene. Wasn't this fucking retaliation? An eye for an eye?

And he had even used such a flimsy excuse to attack!

"An Bulang... you..." Ji Yinyin lay curled on her side on the ground, her mouth full of blood, yet her dim eyes stared blankly at the man.

She had never expected that, under such circumstances, someone would actually stand up for her.

But soon, panic seized her. "Go quickly... Y-you hit the Cloud Sword Sect's Young Sect Master..."

"So what if he's the Young Sect Master? He's so ugly, he rammed into someone, and I'm not supposed to hit him?" An Bulang walked over and carefully helped Ji Yinyin up. A stream of spirit energy circulated through her body, and he discovered that her injuries were severe. Her bones were cracked and her internal organs damaged. If she was not treated in time, she could very well die from internal bleeding.

Just then, an angry shout rang out.

"An Bulang! Is the royal palace a place where you can do whatever you please?!" Ji Wuye berated him.

"You actually dared to injure Cheng Xiao, the Cloud Sword Sect's Young Sect Master." Qin Shiyue took two steps forward, spiritual light shimmering in her hand.

An Bulang looked coldly at the two of them. A terrifying aura erupted with a boom as he asked, "And then?"

Ji Wuye and Qin Shiyue felt as though an incomparably terrifying beast were staring at them, freezing them in place. An unprecedented crisis of life and death shrouded their entire bodies.

Their instincts told them that if they said one more word, An Bulang would tear them apart on the spot.

With their auras suppressed, Ji Wuye and Qin Shiyue could not utter a single word.

Ji Yinyin looked at the peerlessly domineering man beside her, warmth flooding her heart.

"An Bulang, you dare hurt me... My father will never let you go..."

Cheng Xiao lay on the ground, clutching his swollen red face. His mouth was full of blood, and his expression was venomous.

An Bulang could not be bothered with him. He simply bent one arm beneath Ji Yinyin's calves and lifted her into a bridal carry.

"Ah... you!" Ji Yinyin jumped in fright and let out a cry, her breathing turning rapid. "Y-you... why are you suddenly carrying me..."

An Bulang rolled his eyes. "You're injured so badly. Your internal organs are bleeding, and the bones in your shoulders and back are cracked. Can you still walk by yourself?"

Ji Yinyin fell silent. A rare hint of color appeared on her bruised, dark face. "N-no one has ever carried me like this before..."

"That's because you're too ugly. Nobody wants to carry you," An Bulang said bluntly.

Ji Yinyin: "...I'm already... injured this badly... Please don't deal me a second wound..."

An Bulang smiled gently. "Then stop talking so much and just let me carry you."

Ji Yinyin buried her ugly face against An Bulang's chest, nodded softly, then wrapped one arm around his neck and held on tight.

This was An Bulang's first time carrying a princess in a bridal carry, but it did not feel particularly wonderful. Mainly because this princess was far too unlike the princess he had imagined.

He carried the girl past Qin Shiyue and Ji Wuye.

Throughout the entire process, neither of them dared say another word.

"An Bulang... you bastard cultivator... You're dead... My father knows the sect masters of other top sects too. When several Spirit Attunement Realm great cultivators deal with you together... you'll learn what it means to wish you were dead..." Cheng Xiao still lay sprawled on the ground, shouting threats.

An Bulang paused.

Seeing hesitation on An Bulang's face, Cheng Xiao laughed even harder. "Regretting it now? Too late. You already injured me, and you'll face the most brutal retaliation..."

An Bulang carried Ji Yinyin toward Cheng Xiao.

"I think you've misunderstood something."

"I just felt that I might have been too gentle earlier..."

Cheng Xiao trembled all over, his eyes widening. "Y-you, what are you trying to do? My father won't... Aaaahhh...!!"

An Bulang stomped on Cheng Xiao's lower abdomen, making him cough up blood once again.

Then he flicked a finger, and the sound of bones cracking rang out.

Cheng Xiao's legs were crippled outright.

Then An Bulang slapped Cheng Xiao across the face again, making both sides of his face swell up at once, symmetrical and harmonious.

After completing the full one-stop service, Cheng Xiao finally fell silent. The pain had knocked him unconscious.

"Now it's quiet. I really was too gentle earlier, letting him keep chirping away and being such a nuisance." An Bulang nodded in satisfaction and drifted away with Ji Yinyin in his arms.

Qin Shiyue's eyelid could not help twitching slightly when she heard An Bulang's words.

Ji Wuye watched the entire process from the side. The silent man took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on his face, though it was incomparably cold. "This is good. He has completely offended the Cloud Sword Sect. The Cloud Sword Sect's Sect Master, Cheng Yuzi, is the strongest person in the Azure Kingdom. His cultivation is at the sixth level of the Spirit Attunement Realm, and he knows several other great cultivators of that realm as well. Let's see how long An Bulang can keep leaping about."

"The Cloud Sword Sect, the Other Shore Pavilion, and our Qin Imperial Family. An Bulang will soon taste despair." Qin Shiyue's face was equally filled with hostility. An Bulang had humiliated her only last night, and now his aura had intimidated her again. To her, this was unprecedented humiliation.

After a moment of silence, she added, "An Bulang has some cultivation. We shouldn't act rashly for now. Let those big figures crush him to death directly."

Ji Wuye nodded. The cold smile on his face vanished, replaced by anxious grief. He jogged over to help Cheng Xiao from the ground. "Young Sect Master, Young Sect Master, how are you..."

Ji Hongxue bid farewell to her royal father and walked toward her room in low spirits.

Suddenly, An Bulang came toward her carrying Ji Yinyin, startling her. "An Bulang, what are you doing?!"

An Bulang answered decisively, "Not doing it."

"Ah?" Ji Hongxue did not understand.

"Stop talking nonsense and come help!" An Bulang snapped.

Only then did Ji Hongxue notice that something was wrong with Ji Yinyin. She seemed to be seriously injured, which frightened Ji Hongxue badly, and she hurried over to help.

The two carefully placed Ji Yinyin on the bed.

Ji Hongxue was also a cultivator. After probing Ji Yinyin's injuries with spirit energy, her face turned even paler. "She's hurt so badly! I'll go summon the imperial physician right away!"

"No need." An Bulang immediately refused. "I'll do it myself."

Only then did Ji Hongxue remember that he was a powerful expert whose healing arts were also unparalleled.

"Is there anything I need to prepare?" Ji Hongxue asked again.

An Bulang said, "Prepare some peanuts, ginger slices, black beans..."

Ji Hongxue hurriedly wrote it down, taking it extremely seriously. This was her task, and she wanted to do her part too!

"And the pig's trotters need to be fresh... It's best to simmer them for longer..."

Ji Hongxue's slender hand paused. She stared at An Bulang in bewilderment.

"Oh, right. Add a little more salt."

Ji Hongxue: "May I ask what these things are for?"

"Are you stupid? Of course they're for making soup. I'm hungry and want pig trotter soup, so hurry up." An Bulang urged her.

Ji Hongxue: "..."

I'm burning with passion to save my little sister, and you fucking want me to make soup for you to drink?

"Hurry up. Without pig trotter soup, my healing ability will drop by half." An Bulang sounded somewhat impatient.

Ji Hongxue: "I'll get it done immediately!"