17: Chapter 17: Escape with Severe Wounds

Su Wanqing remained silent for a long time before she finally seemed to throw caution to the wind, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum.

"I... I promise you."

A successful smile curled at the corners of Ye Yun's mouth as he strode up to her before she could react.

He reached out and hooked her soft body into his arms.

She felt warm and fragrant in his arms; Su Wanqing's waist was so slender and soft that it felt as if it might break at a touch.

The faint scent of orchids from her body lingered at the tip of Ye Yun's nose, mixed with the unique sweet fragrance of a young girl, which was truly pleasant.

"Ah!"

Su Wanqing let out a startled cry, her body trembling violently like a frightened fawn.

In all her years, she had never been touched by a man at such close proximity.

Ye Yun's warm palm pressed against her waist, radiating a scorching heat that made her whole body stiffen and her cheeks burn so hot they almost seemed to smoke.

Ye Yun lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his warm breath fanning across her sensitive earlobe.

"Let's go, I'm taking you out."

A numbing sensation instantly spread through her entire body; Su Wanqing shuddered, her face turning even redder.

She instinctively buried her head in his chest, not daring to look at him.

Ye Yun said no more, tightening his arms to shield her firmly in his embrace.

In the next moment, his figure dashed out of the room like a ghost.

"Intruders in the manor! Someone, come quickly!"

Just as they dashed out of the Side Courtyard, they were spotted by patrolling guards. Piercing shouts rang out instantly, shattering the tranquility of the City Lord's Manor.

"Stop them! Don't let that brat get away!"

Countless dark figures surged from all directions, the scimitars in their hands gleaming with a cold light as they pointed directly at Ye Yun and Su Wanqing.

Ye Yun's gaze turned cold as the Mystic Power of the Martial Master Realm Fourth Level Peak within him erupted.

He unleashed the Yellow Grade Medium Grade Martial Skill, Flowing Cloud Palm, with full force. The palm wind whistled, carrying a majestic Aura as it struck toward the guards charging at the front.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Screams of agony rang out one after another as several guards in the front were instantly sent flying by the palm wind, spitting blood and collapsing to the ground.

Holding Su Wanqing, Ye Yun moved nimbly through the flashes of blades and swords. His palm shadows fluttered, and every strike took a life.

Su Wanqing kept her eyes tightly shut, her head buried in Ye Yun's chest, feeling his powerful heartbeat and steady pace.

Listening to the shrill screams and the clashing of weapons in her ears, her heart was filled with shock.

She could clearly feel that Ye Yun was blocking all the danger from the outside to protect her.

Every whistle of the palm wind and every scream that rang out caused her feelings for Ye Yun to change quietly.

From her initial shame and resistance, a sense of dependence and gratitude gradually emerged.

This youth, despite making such an impudent demand, was truly risking his life to save her.

His figure gradually grew taller in her eyes, and that initial sense of frivolity was greatly diluted by the sight of him fighting a bloody battle.

"Brat! Leave the person behind!"

An angry roar came as Wu Kui rushed over with a large group of guards.

His eyes were fierce as the scimitar in his hand slashed out a sharp Saber Qi, aimed straight at Ye Yun's back.

Ye Yun's eyes narrowed as he dodged the Saber Qi and struck back at Wu Kui with a backhand palm.

Palm and blade collided with a loud bang. Ye Yun was shaken back half a step, and Su Wanqing in his arms trembled along with him.

"Martial Master Realm Fifth Level?"

Ye Yun's gaze hardened; he hadn't expected Wu Kui's strength to be so formidable.

Just then, Zhao Tianheng also arrived with his men. Seeing Su Wanqing in Ye Yun's arms, his face instantly became distorted with rage.

"You slut! How dare you run away with another man! Kill them for me!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he quietly raised his hand, signaling a guard beside him to launch a sneak attack.

The guard understood immediately. With a flash of cold light from his scimitar, he slashed toward Su Wanqing's back!

"Watch out!"

Su Wanqing cried out in alarm, her eyes filled with terror.

Ye Yun was startled. Without a second thought, he shoved Su Wanqing to the side and turned to block her.

"Slash!"

The sharp blade of the scimitar slashed deeply into Ye Yun's back. Blood instantly spurted out, staining his green Martial Attire red.

"Ah!" Su Wanqing cried out, her eyes filled with worry and panic.

"How are you?!"

Ye Yun let out a muffled groan. Intense pain radiated from his back, nearly causing him to collapse.

Enduring the agonizing pain, he struck the attacking guard dead with a backhand palm, his gaze growing even colder.

"It's nothing, let's go!"

He pulled Su Wanqing into his arms once more, ignoring the injury on his back. His Mystic Power erupted to the limit as he charged toward the exit of the City Lord's Manor like a tiger descending from a mountain.

"Stop him! Don't let him escape!"

Zhao Tianheng roared and charged forward himself.

At this moment, Ye Yun was heavily injured, and the flow of his Mystic Power was sluggish.

But to protect Su Wanqing, he still unleashed astonishing power. With palm shadows fluttering, he carved out a path of blood.

The guards along the way fell like mown grass, their blood staining the path. The casualties within the City Lord's Manor were heavy.

Finally, relying on his stubborn willpower,

he fought his way out of the City Lord's Manor with Su Wanqing and disappeared into the night.

Zhao Tianheng stood at the entrance of the City Lord's Manor, watching the direction in which the two had disappeared. His face was so dark it could drip ink, and he was hopping mad with rage.

"Useless! You're all useless! To think you let them escape! Pursue them! Even if you have to chase them to the ends of the earth, bring them back to me!"

Wu Kui stood to the side, his face pale and his body drenched in cold sweat.

Looking at the bodies and blood scattered across the ground, his heart was filled with fear and unease.

Ye Yun's strength far exceeded his expectations. Furthermore, despite being heavily injured, he had still managed to break through the encirclement; it was terrifying.

Inside the City Lord's Manor, flames soared into the sky, and casualties were heavy. Only the impotent, furious roars of Zhao Tianheng and the others remained, echoing through the night.

...

The night was as dark as ink on the path in the outskirts of Shiyun City.

Ye Yun was covered in blood. The wound on his back was dripping, staining most of his clothes red. Every step he took triggered a sharp pain, causing cold sweat to pour down his forehead.

Yet he still held Su Wanqing tightly. Though his steps were stumbling, they were firm as he sprinted toward the Su Family.

Su Wanqing pressed tightly against his chest, able to clearly feel his rapid breathing and gradually weakening heartbeat.

The thick smell of blood lingered at the tip of her nose, and her heart was filled with worry and guilt.

"Ye Yun, hold on! Just a little longer, we're almost at the Su Family!"

Her voice choked with sobs. Her tears, mixed with Ye Yun's sweat, soaked his clothes.

A pale smile tugged at the corners of Ye Yun's mouth, his voice weak yet still carrying a sense of comfort.

"Don't be afraid, I'm fine. I'll definitely get you there safely..."

Before he could finish, the world began to spin before his eyes. The excruciating pain in his back swept over his body like a tide, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Ye Yun! Ye Yun!"

Su Wanqing cried out, only to see Ye Yun's body go limp as he collapsed toward the ground, taking her with him.

She instinctively exerted herself to hold him up. Her small frame erupted with surprising strength, barely managing to support his heavy body.

By now, the silhouette of the Su Family had appeared ahead.

Ye Yun could no longer hold on. His eyes closed, and he fell completely unconscious, his full weight pressing down on Su Wanqing.

"Ye Yun!"

Su Wanqing's heart tightened. Disregarding her own safety, she gritted her teeth.

Using all her strength, she draped Ye Yun's arm over her shoulder and, half-supporting and half-carrying him, trudged laboriously toward the Su Family gates.

Sweat soaked her dress, and her arms trembled from the exertion, yet she didn't dare stop for a second. There was only one thought in her mind.

I must save Ye Yun!

The guards in front of the Su Family gates were shocked to see a blood-covered Su Wanqing and an unconscious Ye Yun, and they rushed forward to help.

"Young Miss! You're back! What happened?!"