Love & Redemption
Chapter 37: A Moment of Madness

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: A Moment of Madness

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No one expected him to suddenly trip, and as the sword was about to stab Linglong, the people nearby were simply too late to help.

Linglong herself hadn’t expected it, she was already petrified with fear, frozen in place.

A flash of the sword’s light, and she instinctively blinked, suddenly her body was violently hit, and she actually fell headfirst from the huge rock, landing headfirst, stars bursting before her eyes.

Following that, something warm dripped onto her face, she was suddenly startled, and subconsciously clutched at the clothes of the person in front of her—it was Xuanji!

"Ah!" she cried out softly, staring blankly at the Wujin Sword, which had pierced through Xuanji’s right shoulder, gruesomely protruding, blood drenching freely. The blood dripping on her face was flowing from the sword.

Xuanji! She wanted to shout, but could not, instead a sobbing tremor came from her throat.

Xuanji’s face was covered in cold sweat, his complexion deathly pale, he suddenly grasped the sword with one hand, his fingers like hooks. Wu Tong had already risen from the ground, attempting to draw the sword, but found he could not pull it out. He was momentarily stunned.

Xuanji suddenly turned back, his gaze intense, staring fixedly at him. A chill ran down his spine, feeling an inexplicable coldness.

"You..." she said shakily, "you... don’t be too arrogant..."

Seeing her bleeding profusely, her complexion pale as paper, obviously on the brink of collapsing, Wu Tong hardened his heart, attempting with force to pull the sword, saying, "It was my fault to wound the lady!"

But this pull still did not dislodge the sword. She grasped the tip of the sword tightly, glaring menacingly at him, gradually exerting more force on her wrist.

He stared in horror as his own Wujin Sword bent at the tip to an almost impossible curve, then with a "snap," the resistance in his hand suddenly vanished, and he staggered back several steps, falling seated on the ground. Looking back to the Wujin Sword, he realized the tip had been broken off sheerly by her bare hands!

Wu Tong was instantly dumbfounded.

Xuanji, holding the sword tip between two fingers, whether it was his eyes deceiving him, or the sun was too intense, he vaguely saw a silver light flickering in her palm, and even the four inches long pitch-black sword tip emitted a silvery glow.

"You can try dying once too!" she coldly said, her wrist gracefully turning, the tip of the sword shooting out like lightning. Wu Tong couldn’t make out her movements clearly, only saw a flash before his eyes as the silver light shot toward him, and by the time he saw clearly, the sword tip was already before his eyes.

He was going to die! He abruptly closed his eyes, waiting for the sword tip to pierce his head.

But having waited for a long time, there was still no movement; shocked, he slowly opened his eyes, only to see the sword tip had already fallen powerless at his feet, and this gravely wounded girl had half of her body soaked in blood, her eyes rolled back as she fainted.

"Xuanji!" Linglong finally reacted, hugging her desperately, "Xuanji! Xuanji, don’t die!"

She called out for a long time, but Xuanji did not respond at all, her eyes tightly closed, her complexion ashen, truly appearing as if she were dead.

She just cried out in terror, sobbing painfully, no longer caring about Wu Tong, the instigator of the disaster.

Only then did the people around react from this series of abrupt changes, shouting, looking around, checking pulses, all crowding around.

Seeing Linglong crying nearly to the point of fainting, Du Minxing could not help but support her, lifting Xuanji into his arms, first checking under her nose before sighing, "Xuanji is still alive, don’t shake her anymore, otherwise, her injuries will worsen!"

He hurriedly took out antiseptic medicine from his bosom, not bothering to tear open her clothes to see the wound, preferring to pour it to stop the bleeding first.

His hand was suddenly stopped by someone; looking up, it was Chu Yinghong and her husband Chu Lei.

"Do not move rashly!" Chu Yinghong’s expression was solemn, first pressing around the wound to stop the bleeding, while instructing Linglong standing to the side, "Don’t just stand there! Move aside!"

Chu Lei quickly scooped his little daughter up, and the trio no longer cared about the chaotic scene, hurriedly taking the gravely wounded and unconscious Xuanji away.

Linglong cried with a choked voice, hurriedly following them, Zhong Minyan and Du Minxing also worriedly catching up.

No one could have expected the competition to end this way, causing a huge stir.

When people started to assist Yu Jianhao off the stage, they remembered to seek Wu Tong, the culprit to settle accounts, only to find he was nowhere to be found atop the entire mountain, realizing he knew the situation was bad and profoundly regretting his impulsive action, he had secretly run away.

When Yu Jianhao was brought before Valley Master Rong of Dianjing Valley, he bowed in shame, "Disciple is useless... master..."

Valley Master Rong shook his head, "Don’t blame yourself; you did very well. Elder Jiang!"

After he had spoken, an elder with graying hair and beard stepped forward from the crowd across, his face full of shame. Bowing deeply, he said in a low voice, "Subordinate... failed in my duties... truly ashamed to face the Valley Master..."

Valley Master Rong looked around coldly and asked, "Where is Wu Tong?"

Elder Jiang paused slightly, "He probably knew he had caused trouble and has... fled."

Valley Master Rong gave a cold smile, "Hmm, fled... You still protect your own as before, Elder Jiang!"

Elder Jiang bowed his head, not daring to say a word.

"Well, today he has committed a great sin, and from now on, there is no Wu Tong in Dianjing Valley. To make amends, Dianjing Valley will withdraw from this Flower Pinning Conference!"

Seeing the Valley Master’s anger, the disciples of Dianjing Valley did not dare to speak. They could only kneel and agree.

Thus, Wu Tong was expelled from Dianjing Valley, and Dianjing Valley withdrew from this Flower Pinning Conference. The magnitude of this change truly made people sigh.

And all this, Xuanji was unaware of.

She was having a strange dream in which she was dressing up in front of a mirror.

The reflection in the antique bronze mirror looked both familiar and strange. The eyes and brows were hers, but the person looked much older, her expression cold and solemn, her eyes as if they could crush ice, chilling to the bone.

She ignored the whole array of rouge and jewelry spread all around her, instead, she piled up her long hair atop her head and then donned the Purple Cloud Helmet and Golden Armor. The image in the mirror dramatically transformed into a spirited female general.

She was about to do something, something she had been doing from birth until death, without regret, without hesitation.

She was born for this.

She arrived at a battlefield shrouded in gun smoke, with millions of iron hoofbeats covering the sky like dark clouds. A chess player held aloft a huge flag, its pattern both splendid and eerie, flapping loudly in the wind.

The stern sounds of bugles as if many were crying, erupted from all directions, the great drums made from pig dragon skin thundered with each beat, shaking the earth like a torrential downpour.

Heavenly Fire rained down, balls of fire dropped from the sky, and with them, a dense army descended.

They came from the heavens, from another cycle of rebirth, crossing the vast Heavenly River, repeatedly invading the sacred land.

A winged horse leaped overhead, its wings unfurling as it flew above her, knocking off her Purple Cloud Helmet, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall. The rider, a general with three heads and six arms, was enveloped in Fierce Fire.

She bit a wayward strand of her hair and swung her sword in retaliation.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Good, intensely satisfying.

It seemed like someone was urgently calling her, "Xuanji... Xuanji—"

She tightly grasped an object in her hand, temporarily unable to recall the cause and consequence.

The voice persisted, "Xuanji... Xuanji! Wake up!"

She suddenly opened her eyes, and saw a green gauze canopy, and a few faces, crying and concerned.

"Ah! She’s awake! She’s awake!" Linglong shouted, grabbing her hand tightly, her tears flowing even more fiercely, "How... how do you feel? Can you speak? Does it still hurt?"

Xuanji blinked confusedly, and after a while, she quietly said, "I... I don’t seem to... hurt anymore."

As she tried to get up, He Danping quickly pressed her down, "Don’t move! The wound hasn’t healed!"

Only then did Xuanji realize that half her body was numb, and she couldn’t move. She lay back down, about to speak, when she suddenly felt something tightly clutched in her hand. She picked it up to see, but it was a piece of broken wood, which left her stunned.

Linglong said timidly, "That... when we brought you in, you were holding onto the doorframe so tightly and wouldn’t let go, until... the doorframe broke."

Xuanji was stunned.