133: Chapter 133 Parting of the Two

Uncle Fu leaned against a bluestone, his face as pale as paper.

His chest was wrapped in blood-stained bandages, his breathing weak but steady.

He was severely injured, with two broken ribs and his internal organs shaken.

If not for the healing pill Ye Yun had given him last night, he likely would not have survived.

Seemingly sensing Ye Yun's gaze, Fang Hansu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Meeting Ye Yun's calm eyes, she was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly sat up.

She scrambled to tidy her disheveled dress, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Y-Young Master is awake."

She spoke softly, her voice still carrying the huskiness of just waking up.

Ye Yun nodded, not saying much.

He took some dry rations and water from his Storage Pouch and tossed them to Fang Hansu.

"Eat something. I should be leaving in a while."

Fang Hansu took the dry rations, her fingers trembling slightly.

She bit her lip, divided the rations among Cuier and Uncle Fu, kept only a small piece for herself, and ate it in small bites.

Uncle Fu struggled to sit up and took the rations. His aged face was full of gratitude as he looked at Ye Yun, his voice raspy.

"Young Master, this old servant has no way to repay your life-saving grace..."

Ye Yun waved his hand and said indifferently.

"It was just a small effort, do not take it to heart."

Fang Hansu finished her rations, stood up, and walked over to Ye Yun.

The morning light fell upon her, casting a pale golden halo around her.

Her complexion was much better today than last night.

Although still haggard, it could not hide her stunningly beautiful face.

Her skin was fairer than snow, her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, and her eyes were clear enough to see through to the bottom.

At this moment, she was staring blankly at Ye Yun, her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

She hesitated for a long time, finally gathered her courage, and asked softly.

"Young Master... may I ask your name? I, Hansu, will never forget your life-saving grace and will certainly repay you in the future."

Ye Yun looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and said indifferently.

"If we are fated, you will know eventually."

Fang Hansu was stunned, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she did not dare to press further.

She lowered her head, twisting the corner of her dress with her fingers, not knowing what to say.

Ye Yun glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment, and suddenly spoke.

"What are your plans for what comes next?"

Fang Hansu looked up, tears welling in her eyes, her voice choked with sobs.

"I, I want to return to Wuyang City. Someone... must return to collect the remains of the Fang Family."

Ye Yun frowned slightly, his tone calm but direct.

"If you go back, you will undoubtedly die. Since those people dared to wipe out the entire Fang Family, they will not let you go. Returning is nothing but throwing yourself into a trap."

Fang Hansu trembled all over, tears streaming from her eyes, but she bit her lip stubbornly and said word by word.

"I know. But I cannot not go back. That is my home; even if my family members are dead, I must go back to take a look."

Ye Yun looked at her, a trace of complex emotion flashing in his heart.

This young woman seemed frail, but she was very stubborn at her core.

He remained silent for a moment, did not try to persuade her further, and instead asked.

"Wuyang City? How far is it from here?"

Fang Hansu wiped her tears and said softly.

"Heading southeast, about three hundred li. We escaped from there."

Ye Yun nodded, lost in thought.

Three hundred li; it was not too far, but not too close either.

His mission for coming to the Fengyun Mountains this time was to hunt the Iron-backed Azure Bear, which would take at least two or three days.

By the time he completed the mission and rushed to Wuyang City, it would take at least four or five days at the fastest.

He glanced at Fang Hansu and said indifferently.

"After I finish my business here, I might go to Wuyang City to take a look."

Fang Hansu suddenly looked up, a radiance of surprise bursting in her eyes, her voice trembling.

"Young Master... is Young Master willing to come to Wuyang City?"

Ye Yun nodded.

"It depends on the situation. If I go, we will naturally meet."

Fang Hansu was too moved to speak, could only nod repeatedly, and tears fell again.

She did not know who this young man was, nor why he wanted to help her.

But at this moment, she only felt that with his words, she had the courage to go on living.

Fang Hansu bowed deeply, her voice choked with sobs.

"Thank you, Young Master, thank you, Young Master..."

Ye Yun waved his hand, signaling that she need not be so formal.

Uncle Fu stood up with Cuier's support, walked in front of Ye Yun, knelt down solemnly, and kowtowed three times.

Ye Yun frowned and reached out to help him up.

"Old man, there is no need for this."

Uncle Fu's eyes were filled with tears as he choked out.

"Young Master, your great kindness is something this old servant cannot repay. In the future, if there is anywhere you need this old servant, please feel free to command."

Ye Yun nodded, not saying anything more.

He looked at Fang Hansu.

In the morning light, she stood there, her pale green dress stained with mud and blood.

Her hair was disheveled, and the tear stains on her face had not yet dried.

Yet it still could not hide that cold, otherworldly temperament of hers.

Sunlight fell upon her, casting a soft halo around her.

Her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, her lips a bright red, as if she were a person who had walked out of a painting.

[Cold Moon Physique... such a Physique is one in ten thousand. If I could take her back to the Luoxue Sect, and engage in Dual Cultivation in the future, my cultivation would surely be able to reach the next level.]

[It is just that the timing is not right now; she has just experienced the catastrophe of her family being wiped out, her defenses are extremely high, and I cannot be too hasty.]

Ye Yun withdrew his gaze and said indifferently.

"Go now. Be careful on the road, and do not let anyone catch up to you again."

Fang Hansu nodded, took a deep look at him, then turned around to support Uncle Fu, taking Cuier with her.

They slowly left in the direction of the mountain range exit.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned back and waved to Ye Yun.

She forced a smile on her face, but it was even more heartbreaking than crying.

Ye Yun stood where he was, watching the three figures gradually disappear into the depths of the dense forest.

He sighed softly and muttered to himself: "I hope that by then, you are still alive."

...

Half an hour later, the three of them, Fang Hansu, were struggling to move forward along the mountain path.

Uncle Fu's injuries were too severe, and they walked very slowly; Cuier supported him, and Fang Hansu walked in front to clear the path.

Sunlight filtered down through the branches and leaves, dispelling the chill of the night, but it could not dispel the gloom in her heart.

"Young Miss, will that Young Master really come to Wuyang City?"

Cuier asked in a low voice, a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Fang Hansu was silent for a moment and said softly.

"Since he said he would come, he will definitely come."

Cuier nodded and asked no more.

The three walked for a while longer, the mountain path gradually widened, and not far ahead was the exit of the Fengyun Mountains.

Fang Hansu quickened her pace, wanting to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

Just at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the mountain path ahead.

It was a middle-aged man with a tall stature.

He was wearing a dark gray robe, his face was cold and hard, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his aura deep and restrained, yet it exuded a heart-palpitating sense of oppression.

Fang Hansu only needed one look to feel that breathing became difficult.

This person was more than ten times stronger than the Scar-faced Man from last night!

Uncle Fu's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively blocked in front of Fang Hansu.

His hand pressed against the hilt of his blade, but it could not stop trembling.