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Chap 740

Chapter 740

Chapter 740: Does a person like that deserve to be saved? Original and most updated translations are from volare. If read elsewhere, this chapter has been stolen. Please stop supporting theft.

Han Yunxi’s heart clenched at the sight of Long Feiye’s mangled back, aching with pain! He said he was only going into closed door cultivation, but why did he mutilate himself so terribly? What kind of martial arts was he practicing over the past month?

“Long Feiye, you lied to me… You dared to lie to me! Just what were you doing this whole month?” Han Yunxi was afraid to say too much. With her tears falling silently down her face, she was on the verge of breaking into uncontrollable sobs.

Long Feiye turned back to see her crying face and knitted his brows. If she was crying for any other reason, he’d let her sob her heart out, but since it was because of him, he had no idea what to do. If it was coaxing, he didn’t know how; if it was comforting, he was equally lost.

Han Yunxi, your lordship’s heart is in chaos because of you.

Instead, he kept wiping at her tears. “It really was just practicing martial arts. I didn’t lie to you.”

“Why did you get so hurt?” Han Yunxi demanded.

“I was in a rush to get results, so I had to make sacrifices,” Long Feiye gave her a meaningful look. “Time was too tight.”

“Are you alright? You came out of cultivation a day early,” Han Yunxi asked anxiously.

“I’m fine,” Long Feiye stroked her hair indulgently as he lowered his voice. “Look, does it seem like your lordship’s in trouble?”

He really did look absolutely fine. Moreover, he’d fought the sword sect master for three days and three nights without incident. Han Yunxi finally nodded her head and stopped asking questions. In her heart of hearts, the most important thing now was to deal with Long Feiye’s injuries and apply medicine. She had never thought that Long Feiye would lie to her intentionally. But since everything was already past, what was the use of pressing the issue? It’d only be a waste of time.

“Sit down, I’ll help you apply medicine,” she said gruffly.

Hearing this, the sword sect master grew agitated. Yao Yao’s on the verge of life and death. Her poison will break out soon, so is Han Yunxi going to save her or not?

“Han Yunxi, just what’s going to make you hand over the antidote? Hurry and say it, this old man will agree to anything!” the sword sect master was about to lose his mind.

Han Yunxi ignored him to kneel behind Long Feiye’s back. She took out a tiny pair of tweezers, some cotton swabs, gauze, and liquid medicine before laying them all out in a row. In a rage, the sword sect master snatched her by the wrist.

“Let go of her!” Long Feiye was about to retaliate when Han Yunxi stopped him.

Coldly she said, “Li Jianxin, if you want the antidote, have Duanmu Yao beg for it in person!” Then she shook him off and carefully went to attend on Long Feiye. She wasn’t afraid of him hurting, but she was worried that he’d bleed too much if she was too rough. Her movements were all very slow and meticulous. In her eyes, nothing was more important than Long Feiye’s injuries right now.

Now wasn’t the time for the sword sect master to haggle. He quickly ordered men to bring Duanmu Yao over.

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In the empty hall, Duanmu Yao lay with her hair unkempt and clothes torn. She was in so much pain that she was thrashing about on the floor. Multiple times she thought of ending her life, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Now she lacked the strength to even try. As she remained physically paralyzed on the ground, she waited for news from the guards. She had already told them to tell master, who she was sure could save her. No matter what, master wouldn’t stand by and watch her die.