A Hero Rescues a Beauty? Ning Chengyi, a Perfect Gentleman

Before long, Zhu Zhuqing shot past Ning Chengyi with a whoosh, her eyes grave.

"Where do you think you're going, little lady?"

"You can't get away. Let our leopards show a little kitten like you what they can do."

The two men were fast, but Zhu Zhuqing's slender frame gave her the advantage in the forest. Otherwise, they would have caught her long ago and forced her to submit.

"Go on, run! Why aren't you running now?!"

Suddenly, as if she knew she could not escape, Zhu Zhuqing unleashed Hell Stab. She burst forward at tremendous speed, driving a fearsome force toward the Soul Grandmaster closest to her.

"You've got nerve! Let's see if you're still brave when you're crying!"

"Eldest Brother, the more she cries, the harder and faster we go!"

The man beside him burst out laughing.

Bang!

Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Skill was blocked outright. A slap sent her flying into a tree trunk, and a low groan of pain escaped her.

"Heh, heh, heh... Eldest Brother, you go first. Once you've warmed her up, I'll have a turn..."

The younger man gave a lecherous laugh and gestured for Eldest Brother to proceed.

"Hahaha, gladly." He had put all his strength into that slap. Zhu Zhuqing had already been at the end of her strength, and taking a blow like that had left her unable to fight.

Ning Chengyi watched it all, but this was not the best moment yet. He had to wait until the brothers dropped their guard completely before striking.

He would kill them in a single blow!

"Mmm..." Panic filled Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, and terror and despair swept over her. She watched helplessly as the man approached and deftly took off his shirt. She could already imagine what awaited her.

"No!"

"Hahaha, scream all you want. Out here in the wilderness, what's going to come besides Soul Beasts? Another person?"

"Exactly. You look like a virgin. Stop resisting and we can all enjoy ourselves. Otherwise..."

The younger man's eyes gleamed as though he could see straight through Zhu Zhuqing's clothes.

"Here I come, little lady. You can scream yourself hoarse, but no one's coming."

"The boss sent us after you because he knew we were fast enough to catch you. He meant for us to have some fun, too."

Eldest Brother loomed over Zhu Zhuqing, his eyes both fierce and leering.

"Scream myself hoarse..." As Zhu Zhuqing saw those large hands reaching for her, she instinctively shrank back, her eyes full of despair and fear.

The sight delighted them even more. Her torn clothes offered tantalizing glimpses of skin flushed beneath its paleness, and both men grew more eager.

"Hahaha, what an interesting little lady."

"Eldest Brother, she's all yours."

Seeing that neither man had the slightest guard up, Ning Chengyi knew his chance had come. The Desolation-Suppressing God-Breaking Spear appeared in his hand, a purple Soul Ring circled up from beneath his feet, and he sprang from the bushes like a Hungry Tiger pouncing on prey!

"First Soul Skill: Mystic Edge, Leveling Mountains!"

"Look out!"

The sudden attack startled both men. In their panic, they could not dodge in time. Their Martial Souls transformed their bodies, and they thrust up both hands with all their strength.

Bang!

Crack!

The moment they took the blow, the bones in their hands shattered. But that was far from the end of it.

"Die!"

Ning Chengyi bore down, and the immense force behind his spear erupted. Its fifteen-hundred-pound weight was a nightmare for the two men.

It was a devastating overhead strike, magnified by gravity. The terrifying force shook through them and pulverized their organs.

"Hrk... pfft!"

A moment later, their faces turned an ashen blue. They spat out bits of tissue as blood streamed from their mouths, each seeing terror and despair in the other's eyes.

"W-who are you?!"

They asked in unison, bewilderment lurking in their eyes. How could his arrival have been so perfectly timed?

"My name is Broken Throat!"

"Pfft!"

Those words sent their blood surging upward. Both men died on the spot.

"Th-thank you." Zhu Zhuqing looked at the young man before her. The tension that had held her rigid finally drained away, and she fainted.

"What now? Am I responsible for you again?" Ning Chengyi looked at the unconscious Zhu Zhuqing, checked her injuries, and sighed helplessly. He went over, scooped her up in his arms, and hurried away before more trouble arrived.

This was no safe place.

The Evil Soul Masters on the mountain might come down looking for their men at any moment, and they might come in force.

"What a hassle." Ning Chengyi returned to the huge tree where he had rested the day before. Fortunately, it was a banyan tree, its countless intertwined roots forming a fairly level spot.

He quickly fetched water from the stream, then took the medicine he had brought from his Storage Ring and set it aside. "Just so we're clear, I'm not looking on purpose."

"Mmm..." Zhu Zhuqing moaned in her sleep from the pain. "I'll take that as a yes." Without further delay, he tore open her clothes, exposing the layer beneath.

"What a predicament!"

Cursing under his breath, Ning Chengyi tore off a piece of her clothing and gently cleaned her wounds. But several were in awkward places, right beneath her chest. "Forgive me." Left with no choice, he removed the rest.

Ning Chengyi swiftly applied the medicine, took out clean bandages and wrapped her wounds, then dressed her in his own clean clothes.

Only when he had finished did he breathe a sigh of relief. It was not that he did not want to use the Phantom Butterfly; he simply wanted to avoid revealing it unnecessarily. She was not deeply unconscious—the pained moan had made that clear.

Her condition was nothing like Bibi Dong's had been.

Besides, Young Master Duan Tianlong might heal an injured woman by pressing his hands against her, but he would still insist on stripping her bare.

Of course, Ning Chengyi was nothing like him. The wounds simply called for different treatment.

"You're lucky. That's twice I've saved you."

Ning Chengyi muttered to himself, then let her rest with her head on his thigh, keeping one arm around her in case she rolled off during the night.

"Ah!"

In the morning, a shrill scream jolted Ning Chengyi from his drowsy half-sleep.

"Wh-what did you do to me?!" Zhu Zhuqing clutched her chest and glared at Ning Chengyi. Her cheeks puffed with anger, and killing intent blazed in her eyes.

"I saved you. What else?"

Ning Chengyi rubbed his eyes and looked at Zhu Zhuqing calmly. What a foolish woman. Screaming first thing in the morning and ruining my sleep.

"D-did you see me naked?" Zhu Zhuqing asked timidly. Hearing that he had saved her took some of the force out of her voice.

"Was there someone else here?"

"You foolish woman. How was I supposed to put medicine on your wounds otherwise? I'm not a Support-type Soul Master."

"Oh..." Zhu Zhuqing was clearly no longer as hostile as before, though anger still lingered on her face. "Then what did you see?"

"Everything there was to see. You saw me last time, so we're even."

Afraid the foolish woman might lash out, Ning Chengyi spread his hands and added casually, "I'll just have to accept that I got the worse end of the deal."

"Ah! I'll kill you!" Zhu Zhuqing moved as if to attack him.

"Hey, hey! Can you be reasonable? Would you still be alive if I hadn't saved you? I've saved you twice now."

He caught Zhu Zhuqing as she struck at him and held her down across his thigh.

"But you... you still..." Zhu Zhuqing fell silent. Her injuries really had been in awkward places, and she could find no answer.