Zhangsun Wugou's Life Hangs by a Thread

"Then what do you want?"

"I'll return her to you, but only after we get back to Heshui County. Otherwise, we all die together!"

After Murong Yun spoke, he pressed the blade a little closer to Zhangsun Wugou's neck.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhangsun Wuji's forehead when he saw Murong Yun's movement, and he hurriedly called out to stop him:

"Easy! Don't hurt my sister! We'll agree to his terms, Young Master Zhang!"

Faced with Zhangsun Wuji's anxious gaze, Zhang Sheng could only agree for now.

"We can agree to your demands, but you must guarantee Sister Wugou's safety. Otherwise, even dying will be beyond you!"

Murong Yun's heart trembled slightly at Zhang Sheng's ruthless words, but he still forced himself to remain calm.

"Rest assured! This general's word still counts for something!"

With Zhang Sheng's concession, the two sides quickly reached an agreement.

Murong Yun wasted no more time. The sooner he left this place, the sooner he would be out of danger.

They held Zhangsun Wugou captive as they slowly backed away, preparing to take a carriage and leave as quickly as possible.

As for why they didn't ride horses, it was because, during the fighting between the two sides,

the warhorses had all run off in fright, and those that hadn't fled could no longer walk.

"Master! Are we really going to let them leave just like that?"

"I know what I'm doing!"

Everyone present knew what would happen if Murong Yun got away,

but Zhangsun Wugou was in their hands now, so they hesitated, afraid of breaking the vase while trying to strike the rat.

"Go!"

Seeing that Zhang Sheng and the others really didn't seem inclined to pursue them,

Murong Yun relaxed a little and hurriedly ordered his personal guards to drive the carriage away.

Just as Murong Yun was about to climb into the carriage, Zhang Sheng made his move.

"Blue Silver Grass possession, third Soul Skill-Blue Silver Sword Qi!"

As Zhang Sheng's voice fell, a streak of silvery sword Qi tore through space and appeared before Murong Yun in an instant.

The razor-sharp sword Qi sliced through him like a knife through tofu, taking Murong Yun's head clean off.

The sudden turn of events caught not only Murong Yun's personal guards off guard; even Zhangsun Wuji beside Zhang Sheng was stunned.

Though the personal guards had no idea how their general had suddenly lost his head,

they couldn't let Zhangsun Wugou escape their grasp now. Otherwise, they would surely be the ones to die today.

As for Zhangsun Wugou, who had been frozen in shock by the sudden scene, she immediately came to her senses.

She quickly lifted her skirts and ran toward Zhang Sheng and the others.

Such quick thinking in the face of danger was worthy of the virtuous empress who would one day assist Emperor Taizong.

Zhang Sheng naturally didn't dare delay either. The moment he launched the sword Qi, he had already rushed toward Murong Yun.

But the distance seemed a little too great. Just as Zhang Sheng was about to get Zhangsun Wugou to safety,

a bloodied blade pierced her chest.

The sight brought Zhang Sheng, who had just reached her, to a halt. He seemed unable to believe what he was seeing was real.

"Zhang... Brother Sheng... I... Wugou... dragged you into this!"

After Zhangsun Wugou spoke, she slowly began to fall forward.

Only then did Zhang Sheng react. He rushed forward and caught her in his arms, and blood instantly stained his clothes red.

"Wu... Wugou! Wugou!"

At that moment, something seemed to collapse inside Zhang Sheng, and his eyes turned blood-red.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the remaining personal guards with those blood-red eyes.

"You all deserve to die!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

"Aaaah!"

Countless streaks of sword Qi filled the entire space. The personal guards who hadn't managed to flee

were torn into a bloody mist by the sword Qi in the blink of an eye, and even the carriage was not spared.

Zhangsun Wuji and the others behind them still hadn't realized what had happened.

Only after everything had quieted down did they see Zhangsun Wugou lying in Zhang Sheng's arms, covered in blood, with a blade still lodged in her chest.

The piercing sight made Zhangsun Wuji's vision go dark for a moment, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"Si... Sister! Wugou! Wh... what's wrong? Say something! I'm your brother!"

"Master! What's wrong? Miss Zhangsun, she..."

Leaving aside how heartbroken Zhangsun Wuji was, even Lan Xin and Lan Yun began to feel sorrowful.

Though the two of them hadn't spent much time with Zhangsun Wugou,

they liked her personality very much and found her approachable. Yet now, heaven and earth were about to part them forever.

"Zhang Sheng! Why didn't you let them leave? Now look what happened! My sister is dead. Are you happy now? You bastard, give me back my sister!"

"Young Master Zhangsun! Please stop hitting him. Master didn't mean for this to happen. Nobody wanted this!"

Lan Xin and Lan Yun knew that Zhangsun Wuji was heartbroken,

but they couldn't stand by and watch their master be beaten.

"Stay out of this! I'm going to beat him to death today!"

Zhangsun Wuji was losing control, while Zhang Sheng stood rooted to the spot, unwilling to fight back. As the scene grew more chaotic, Lan Xin no longer cared about the distinction between master and servant and shouted:

"Enough! Things haven't come to that yet. There may still be a chance!"

Lan Xin's shout instantly silenced everyone.

Zhangsun Wuji looked at the young woman before him with a trace of disbelief in his eyes,

while Zhang Sheng, as if waking from a dream, suddenly thought of something.

He hurriedly looked down at Zhangsun Wugou in his arms, then pulled the blade from her body. Blood instantly sprayed everywhere.

"What are you doing?!"

When Zhangsun Wuji saw Zhang Sheng pull the blade from his sister's chest, his anger flared.

But he was soon stunned by what he saw next. A green light appeared in Zhang Sheng's hand,

and as he held it gently over the wound in Zhangsun Wugou's chest, countless particles of green light instantly entered the wound.

The skin beneath her clothes began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, a patch of flawless skin had healed over, but Zhang Sheng did not stop.

He continued to channel Soul Power, and it seemed to be taking more and more out of him.

Beads of sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and his face paled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Sister! Will Master be all right?"

"Don't worry! Heaven watches over good people like Master! He'll be all right!"

No one present dared disturb Zhang Sheng as he treated Zhangsun Wugou's wounds.

Even Zhangsun Wuji watched Zhang Sheng anxiously, hoping he could bring about a miracle.

After all, someone who could produce green light from his hand to save a life was certainly no ordinary person, but a rare and extraordinary individual.

Time seemed to pass slowly at that moment, as though they had lived through centuries.

Finally, just as their patience was nearly exhausted, Zhang Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

But he was already utterly exhausted. After giving a quiet instruction, he passed out.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Zhang Sheng! How are you?"

Zhang Sheng, having passed out, was naturally unaware of anything. When he woke again, he was already in a room at his own estate.