The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 810: Xu Yourong’s Position

Chapter 810: Chapter 810: Xu Yourong’s Position

Hong Yun’s heart leapt violently upon hearing those words.

Before she could turn around, she felt a force violently surge into her back, stopping her heartbeat in an instant.

Her pupils dilated sharply. She tried desperately to regain control of her body but was powerless to resist, only able to watch herself fall into the avalanche.

Ning Fan seized Su Qingcheng and Hong Qingyan, leaping forcefully out of the avalanche. He lightly tapped his toes on the snow wave, like a white streak within the waves.

Before long, the trio had returned to the side of the cliff.

Liu He rushed over, instinctively wanting to approach, yet hesitated.

"Cough, cough... Miss Su, are you alright?"

Hong Qingyan lay on the ground, coughing vigorously, but she didn’t bother to rest, immediately going to Su Qingcheng’s side.

Su Qingcheng knelt on the ground, blood continuously pouring from the wound on her shoulder.

Just now, when she rescued Hong Qingyang, the crazed Hong Yun had hardly hesitated before firing a shot.

Su Qingcheng didn’t have time to block with spiritual power, nor did she dare let Hong Qingyan take the shot, so she had to shield herself from the gunfire.

After all, Hong Qingyan was just an ordinary person. No matter where she would have been hit, not to mention descending Mount Everest, she might have died right on the spot.

"I am fine..."

Su Qingchen’s face was somewhat pale. Although the gunshot wound wasn’t much for her, it still hurt.

"You should take care of yourselves. The guide should be able to take you down after the avalanche."

Ning Fan’s expression was grim. Dropping these words, he left with Su Qingcheng.

The others watched the two disappear suddenly, their faces filled with shock.

"So powerful..."

"Who exactly are these two?"

"Too strong, they survived even in an avalanche!"

After the shock subsided, they sat on the cliff, quietly waiting for the avalanche to end.

Elsewhere, Ning Fan led Su Qingcheng away from the avalanche and came to the base of a mountain cliff.

"Are you okay?"

He set Su Qingcheng down and looked at the wound on her shoulder, a trace of worry in his eyes.

Su Qingcheng bit her lip lightly and shook her head, "It’s nothing, just a bit painful."

Ning Fan inspected the wound carefully and found the bullet lodged in Su Qingcheng’s shoulder. If not removed immediately, it could cause complications over time.

"Bear with it for a moment, I will help you take out the bullet."

As Ning Fan was about to start, he suddenly hesitated.

"What’s wrong?" Su Qingcheng noticed his hesitation and asked, puzzled.

Ning Fan thought for a moment and spoke calmly, "To remove the bullet, I need to take off your clothes."

At his words, a flush of embarrassment crossed Su Qingcheng’s face, but she still nodded, feigning nonchalance, "It doesn’t matter, it’s for the sake of healing."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fan took a deep breath and slowly began to remove the clothing from her shoulder.

Her smooth, jade-like skin was exposed to the air, stained with blood, much like plum blossoms spotted on falling snow.

Ning Fan stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder, channeling spiritual power from his palm into Su Qingcheng’s body.

Su Qingcheng trembled, her eyes closing slightly, her eyelashes trembling with them.

In theory, since Su Qingcheng had already reached the Qi Refinement Realm, even if shot, she had the ability to deflect the bullet.

However, in her effort to save Hong Qingyan, she concentrated her spiritual power to protect Hong Qingyan and neglected the fact that Hong Yun, that madwoman, would shoot at her.

"Luckily, you trapped the bullet with your muscles; otherwise, if it had lodged in a bone, it would have caused much more trouble."

Ning Fan felt a bit awkward and spoke to break the tense atmosphere between them.

"Mm, you taught me that before," Su Qingcheng responded.

"You learned it quite quickly," he said.

"Well, it was so-so," she replied.

The two exchanged words sporadically, and suddenly, with a burst of spiritual power from Ning Fan’s palm, a bullet soaked in blood was ejected from the wound.

"Ugh!"

Su Qingcheng grunted, beginning to circulate her spiritual power to stop the bleeding.

Ning Fan cleaned her wound, redressed her, and exhaled deeply.

"Rest for a while. We’re getting closer to Yourong. Once your injury heals, we’ll be able to find her."

Ning Fan sat down beside her, spreading his spiritual power once more to sense Xu Yourong’s location.

As before, she was still at the top of Mount Everest, her position unchanged.

Upon hearing this, Su Qingcheng showed a complex expression on her face.

"At last, I will see Yourong..."

The two sat there, each with their own tangled thoughts.

...

Meanwhile, three martial artists at the peak of the Great Grandmaster level were hurtling towards Mount Everest.

"Zhang Long, are you sure they went this direction?" one martial artist asked.

Zhang Long nodded, "Of course, Xie Chao, when have my senses ever been wrong?"

"Indeed," another martial artist nodded slightly. "His senses have always been sharper than mine."

"Hehe, but this time, it’s mainly up to you to make a move, Liu Mo," Xie Chao chuckled, "As long as we complete the task, we could earn the Family Head’s favor, and perhaps advance even further!"

All three were Patrons sent by Li Yuansheng of the Li Family to pursue and kill Ning Fan and Su Qingcheng.

Yao Tingmei had offered herself to Li Yuansheng, successfully securing his assistance.

"But why would they come towards Mount Everest?" Zhang Long was full of doubt, gazing at the towering peak ahead.

"Who knows? Maybe they’re just trying to find a place to escape," Xie Chao said nonchalantly. "They won’t stand a chance against the three of us!"

"Let’s go, we need to finish the task quickly, I want to return soon," he urged.

The three of them sped up again, racing towards Mount Everest.