115: Chapter 115 Surprise Attack

Murong Qingyue looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and handed the Jade Box to him.

"For you."

Ye Yun was taken aback, looking at her with some surprise.

"For me?"

Murong Qingyue nodded and said seriously.

"You saved my life, and... and, this Dragon Blood Grass will be my thank-you gift."

Ye Yun looked at her serious expression, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he shook his head.

"No need. I didn't save you for this; keep it safe."

Murong Qingyue refused to take it back, stubbornly holding out the Jade Box.

"No, you must accept it. I, Murong Qingyue, do not like owing favors, especially... especially owing them to you."

As she spoke, her cheeks flushed again, yet she continued to look at him stubbornly.

Ye Yun looked into her persistent eyes and remained silent for a moment.

Ultimately, he took the Jade Box and placed it into his Storage Pouch.

"Fine, I'll take it," he said calmly.

Only then did Murong Qingyue breathe a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

Like a spring flower, gentle and moving.

Just then—

Bang!

The vines at the cave entrance suddenly exploded.

Three black figures rushed into the cave like ghosts, sharp killing intent instantly filling the entire space!

Three palm winds carrying thick Mystic Power.

Struck down fiercely toward Ye Yun from three directions simultaneously, clearly intending to kill him in a single blow!

"Watch out!"

Murong Qingyue's face turned pale instantly as she cried out in alarm.

Ye Yun's pupils constricted, and his body suddenly surged. He pushed his Flowing Cloud Steps to the limit, narrowly avoiding the three attacks.

But the opponents were well-prepared; missing their first strike, they immediately changed their moves.

The three figures were like maggots on a bone, lunging forward again with every move being lethal and merciless.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Mystic Power surged within the cave, sending rubble flying. Fighting one against three, Ye Yun was instantly at a disadvantage.

These three had extremely high cultivation; two were at the Great Martial Master Sixth Level Peak.

One was at the Great Martial Master Level 7 Middle Stage.

Their coordination was seamless and their strikes ruthless; they were clearly well-trained.

Forced into a corner, Murong Qingyue watched Ye Yun being besieged by the three, her face as pale as paper, wanting to help.

But her cultivation was only at the Great Martial Master Level 5. Currently injured, she couldn't even stand steadily, let alone intervene.

"Don't move!"

Ye Yun shouted amidst the chaos.

"Stay there!"

Murong Qingyue bit her lip, staring at him intently with reddened eyes, but she didn't dare move again.

While fending off the three's attacks, Ye Yun demanded in a cold voice.

"Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me?"

The three said nothing, their attacks only growing more fierce, clearly unwilling to reveal any information.

A cold killing intent flashed in Ye Yun's eyes. Since they wouldn't talk, there was no need to ask further.

He took a deep breath, no longer hiding his strength, as the Mystic Power around him erupted!

The aura of a Great Martial Master Level 7 Peak swept through the entire cave, several times more powerful than before!

He had been suppressing his cultivation precisely to deliver a fatal blow to his enemies at the critical moment.

The three's expressions changed drastically!

"Great Martial Master Level 7 Peak?! The intelligence was wrong!"

"Damn it! Quickly take the pills!"

The three exchanged looks and simultaneously took out a blood-colored Medicinal Pill from their robes, stuffing them into their mouths.

Instantly, their auras began to surge frantically!

The two Martial Artists at the Great Martial Master Sixth Level Peak broke through directly to the Great Martial Master Level 7 Early Stage!

The Martial Artist at the Great Martial Master Level 7 Middle Stage even broke through his shackles, reaching the Great Martial Master Eighth Stage Early Stage!

Violent auras raged within the cave; veins bulged all over the three's bodies, and their faces became hideous.

They had clearly paid a heavy price.

"Kill him!"

The leader of the black-clothed men roared and lunged forward again.

Ye Yun's expression was grave as his burning snow sword unsheathed, its fiery-red sword light colliding violently with the three's attacks!

Boom!

The entire cave trembled as rubble fell in showers.

Ye Yun groaned, retreating several steps as a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Although the three had forcefully boosted themselves with pills, their combined power was terrifyingly immense.

But he had no time to catch his breath; the three were already lunging at him again.

Sword light, fist shadows, and palm winds intertwined.

Ye Yun pushed everything he had learned to the limit.

Setting Sun Fist, Flowing Cloud Steps, burning snow sword—all his techniques were poured out without reservation.

Ten moves, twenty moves, fifty moves...

Several more wounds appeared on Ye Yun's body, blood staining his robes red.

Yet his gaze grew colder, and his sword momentum became increasingly sharp.

Finally, on the seventy-third move, he caught a flaw in his opponent's defense.

The burning snow sword transformed into a fiery-red stream of light, piercing through the throat of the Black-clothed man at the Great Martial Master Eighth Stage!

The man's eyes widened, unable to believe it until the moment of his death.

Even after boosting his cultivation, he had still lost.

The remaining two were terrified and turned to flee.

How could Ye Yun possibly let them escape?

Pushing his Flowing Cloud Steps to the limit, he caught up instantly; with another flash of sword light, two heads flew high into the air.

The three corpses crashed to the ground.

Ye Yun leaned on his sword, gasping for breath, covered in blood with wounds deep enough to see bone.

He turned around with difficulty, looking toward Murong Qingyue in the corner, his lips twitching slightly.

His vision went dark, and he fell straight backward.

"Ye Yun!"

Murong Qingyue cried out in alarm.

Summoning strength from who knows where, she stumbled forward and caught him before he hit the ground.

Both of them slumped onto the ground together.

Ye Yun lay in her arms, his face pale as paper and his breath weak.

"Ye Yun! Ye Yun, wake up!"

Murong Qingyue held him, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Yun's eyelids fluttered slightly; he struggled to open them a crack, looking at her and speaking haltingly.

"Finish... finish them off. They... might not be fully dead..."

Murong Qingyue was taken aback, then immediately understood his meaning.

Biting her lip, she gently laid Ye Yun on the ground and stood up.

Trembling, she picked up a longsword from the ground and walked over to the three corpses.

For the first one, she closed her eyes and stabbed fiercely.

For the second, two stabs.

For the third, three stabs.

Until she was certain all three were completely dead.

Only then did Murong Qingyue drop the sword, stumbling back to Ye Yun's side to lift him up and hold him in her arms again.

"Ye Yun, Ye Yun, don't sleep. Don't die..."

She cried out, her voice full of fear and helplessness.

Ye Yun looked at her, a weak smile playing on his lips.

Then his eyes closed, and he lost consciousness completely.

Murong Qingyue held him, her whole body shaking as she sobbed.

After a long while, she remembered something and frantically began searching the storage pouches of the three men.

Opening them, she indeed found Healing Medicinal Pills inside.

She poured out a pill, tremblingly stuffed it into Ye Yun's mouth, and channeled a sliver of Mystic Power to help him dissolve the medicine's potency.

As the pill entered his stomach, a hint of color gradually returned to Ye Yun's face, and his breathing became much steadier.

Only then did Murong Qingyue breathe a sigh of relief.

Her whole body went limp, yet she still held him tightly, refusing to let go.

She just sat there on the ground holding him, tears flowing silently.

After a long time, Murong Qingyue's gaze fell upon Ye Yun's face.

Staring blankly at his pale countenance and tightly closed eyes.