TSFLIP Chapter 382

“What good is agility when your movements are predictable? Did you think my attacks had no pattern to them?”

A formation didn’t always need to be drawn by hand—her feet worked just as well. Feng Guang pressed the tip of her longsword against the demon’s throat, grinning arrogantly. “This Beidou Soul-Locking Formation may be a small one, but it works just fine on you. I warned you—if you dared to lay a hand on him, I wouldn’t let you off.”

Faced with the Hanyuan Sword at his neck, the demon’s arrogance vanished, replaced by desperate pleas. “Mercy, Immortal! The Xuan Sect has always been compassionate. Spare me, and I will surely turn over a new leaf!”

“Compassion, huh? That sounds reasonable.” A hint of hesitation flickered across Feng Guang’s face, and just as the demon began to relax, she smiled. “But that’s the rule of the Buddhist sects.”

Her blade flashed.

She turned away without looking back—neither at the head rolling to the ground nor at the demon turning to dust before it could even let out a final scream.

A true warrior never looks back.

Thoroughly impressed with herself, Feng Guang sheathed her Hanyuan Sword and rushed over to the wounded man. Squatting beside him, she racked her brain for healing spells. When nothing came to mind, she simply cast every spell she could remember onto him. Golden runes flickered over his body, their radiant glow illuminating the dim chamber. The bleeding slowed, but his wounds remained.

Then, she suddenly remembered the medicine Xiaoxiao had given her. Fishing a vial from her storage bracelet, she hastily tore open his robes. Good thing he was unconscious—otherwise, he might have protested about improper conduct between men and women. She poured the medicine over his wound, uncertain what kind of potion it was, but at least the bleeding finally stopped.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Feng Guang finally had a moment to examine his face closely. His eyes remained shut, his nose was tall and well-defined, and his pale lips, though bloodless, were perfectly shaped. His delicate features blended into a flawless countenance as if crafted by the heavens.

There was no doubt—he was strikingly handsome. Even in his gravely injured state, his proud determination to remain upright with his sword for support was undeniably moving.

Her fingers instinctively brushed against his cold cheek. In a low voice, she murmured, “Fang Yue, stop sleeping. Wake up.”

His closed eyes twitched slightly.

He could hear her voice, yet he couldn’t respond. The warmth of the hand on his face brought him an inexplicable sense of comfort.

Feng Guang bit her lip, contemplating for a moment before hoisting him onto her back. He was much taller than her, making the task incredibly difficult. After struggling to secure him, she couldn’t help but grumble, “Fang Yue, are you an idiot? That was just an old demon disguising itself as a child, and you let yourself get ambushed? I can’t even look at you right now.”

Fang Yue hadn’t been careless—he had simply hesitated. After slaying countless demons, his sword instinctively paused when he saw what appeared to be a child. That brief moment had cost him.

He wanted to argue, but he had no strength to do so.

“Good thing, for some mysterious reason, I showed up here,” Feng Guang continued, trudging forward with him on her back. “Otherwise, you’d be dead right now. And you should know, that finding someone to banter with isn’t easy for me. If you die, I’ll be very upset.”

She kicked at the Hanyuan Sword lying on the ground, the one that didn’t belong to her. “Hey, your master’s about to die. If I use my own Hanyuan Sword for flight, I won’t be able to carry you along. So why don’t you do me a favor and fly on your own to save him?”

The sword remained motionless.