Princess Carry

Chapter 24: Princess Carry

Everyone present was stunned.

Even Ji Wuye, who had always been calm and collected, was dumbfounded.

The handsome young man before them was An Bulang.

Neither Ji Wuye nor Qin Shiyue could have imagined that An Bulang would act so decisively.

The situation was so similar, this was clearly revenge, an eye for an eye!

And he'd used such a flimsy excuse to strike!

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

She hadn't expected anyone to stand up for her in this situation.

But soon, she panicked: "Hurry and leave... you, you hit the Young Master of the Cloud Sword Sect..."

"Is the Young Master that amazing? He crashed into someone and is so ugly, shouldn't he be hit?" An Bulang walked over and carefully helped Ji Yinyin up. A surge of spiritual energy flowed through her body, revealing that she was severely injured, with cracked bones and damaged internal organs. If not treated promptly, she could die from internal bleeding.

Just then, a sharp shout rang out.

"An Bulang! Is the royal palace a place you can do as you please?!" Ji Wuye reprimanded angrily.

"You dare to injure the Young Master of the Cloud Sword Sect, Cheng Xiao." Qin Shiyue took two steps forward, spiritual light flashing in her hand.

An Bulang looked coldly at the two, his terrifying aura erupting. He asked, "And then?"

Ji Wuye and Qin Shiyue felt as if they were being stared at by a terrifying ferocious beast, rendering them immobile. An unprecedented sense of life-or-death crisis enveloped them.

Their instincts told them that if they said anything more, An Bulang would tear them apart.

Suppressed by his aura, Ji Wuye and Qin Shiyue couldn't utter a single word.

Ji Yinyin looked at the incomparably domineering man beside her, a surge of warmth filling her heart.

"An Bulang, you dare to hurt me... my father will definitely not let you go..."

Cheng Xiao lay on the ground, clutching his swollen face, his mouth full of blood. He said venomously.

An Bulang ignored him and directly bent his arm under Ji Yinyin's leg, lifting her into his arms.

"Ah... you!" Ji Yinyin yelped in fright, her breathing becoming rapid. "You... why are you suddenly carrying me..."

An Bulang rolled his eyes: "You're so badly injured, with internal bleeding and cracked bones in your shoulders and back. Can you still walk on your own?"

Ji Yinyin fell silent. A rare hint of color returned to her bruised face: "No one... has ever carried me like this before..."

"That's because you're too ugly, and no one wants to carry you," An Bulang stated bluntly.

Ji Yinyin: "...I'm already... so badly injured... please don't give me secondary damage..."

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

Ji Yinyin buried her ugly face in An Bulang's chest, nodded gently, and wrapped an arm around his neck, holding him tightly.

This was An Bulang's first time giving someone a princess carry, but the experience wasn't particularly pleasant. The main reason was that this princess was nothing like he had imagined.

He carried the girl like this, walking past Qin Shiyue and Ji Wuye.

Throughout the entire process, they dared not say another word.

"An Bulang... you rogue cultivator... you're dead... my father knows other top sect leaders, and when several Great Cultivators in the Spirit Attunement Realm deal with you at the same time... you'll know what it means to wish you were dead..." Cheng Xiao still lay on the ground, yelling.

An Bulang paused.

Seeing An Bulang hesitate, Cheng Xiao laughed even harder: "Regretting it now? Too late, you've already hurt me, and you'll face the most brutal retaliation..."

An Bulang walked towards Cheng Xiao, still carrying Ji Yinyin.

"I think you've misunderstood something."

"I just felt that my previous action was too light..."

Cheng Xiao trembled all over, his eyes wide: "You, what do you want to do, my father won't... Ahhhh!!"

An Bulang stomped on Cheng Xiao's abdomen, causing him to vomit blood again.

Then, he flicked his finger, and the sound of cracking bones followed.

Cheng Xiao's legs were directly crippled.

He then slapped Cheng Xiao across the face again, causing both sides of his face to swell symmetrically.

After this "full service," Cheng Xiao finally quieted down, having passed out from the pain.

"That's better, it's finally quiet. My previous action was indeed too light, which is why he still had the energy to keep chattering annoyingly." An Bulang nodded with satisfaction and floated away, carrying Ji Yinyin.

Hearing An Bulang's words, Qin Shiyue's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Ji Wuye, who had watched the entire process, remained silent. He took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on his face, though it was extremely sinister: "This is good, he has completely offended the Cloud Sword Sect. The Sect Master of the Cloud Sword Sect, Cheng Yuzi, is the number one expert in the Azure Kingdom, with a cultivation of the sixth level of Spirit Attunement. Plus, he knows several Great Cultivators in the Spirit Attunement Realm. Now, let's see how long An Bulang can keep jumping around."

"The Cloud Sword Sect, the Other Shore Pavilion, and my Qin Imperial Family. An Bulang will soon taste despair." Qin Shiyue also had a fierce look on her face. She had been humiliated by An Bulang just last night, and now she was once again intimidated by his aura. This was an unprecedented humiliation for her.

She was silent for a moment, then said, "An Bulang has some cultivation. Let's not act rashly for now. Let those important figures crush him directly."

Ji Wuye nodded, his sinister smile receding. He then turned to look anxious and heartbroken, rushing over to help Cheng Xiao up from the ground: "Young Master, Young Master, how are you..."

Ji Hongxue said goodbye to her father and walked dejectedly towards her room.

An Bulang suddenly appeared, carrying Ji Yinyin, startling her. "An Bulang, what are you doing?!"

An Bulang stated decisively, "Nothing."

"Huh?" Ji Hongxue didn't understand.

"Stop wasting time and come help quickly!" An Bulang called out.

Only then did Ji Hongxue notice that Ji Yinyin was not well. She seemed to be severely injured, which frightened her greatly. She quickly went to help.

The two carefully placed Ji Yinyin on the bed.

Ji Hongxue, also a cultivator, used her spiritual energy to examine Ji Yinyin's injuries. Her face turned even paler. "She's badly hurt! I'll go call the imperial physician right away!"

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

Ji Hongxue then realized that he was a powerful cultivator with exceptional medical sorcery.

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

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

Ji Hongxue quickly jotted them down, very seriously. This was her task, and she wanted to contribute!

"And fresh pig trotters... preferably simmered for a long time..."

Ji Hongxue's delicate hand paused. She stared at An Bulang, dumbfounded.

"Oh, right, add a lot of salt."

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

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

Ji Hongxue: "..."

I was so eager to save my sister, and you want me to make soup for you to drink?

"Hurry up. If I don't have pig trotter soup, my healing power will be cut in half," An Bulang said impatiently.

Ji Hongxue: "I'll get it done right away!"