TSFLIP Chapter 224

That night, the Valley of Old Acquaintances was unusually quiet.

Yi Wushang followed Sun Yidao as they made their way deep into the valley. Yi Wushang clutched a letter tightly in his hand. It was a letter he had received ten days ago, containing only a few lines: “Guan Yueyue is in my hands. If you want to save her, come to the Valley of Old Acquaintances on the night of the fifteenth with the people I’ve arranged.”

Why was the meeting set at night? To avoid being discovered by the other inhabitants of the valley.

Yi Wushang wasn’t someone who acted recklessly, but when it came to matters involving Guan Yueyue, he couldn’t remain indifferent. Even if it was a trap, he had to come.

“We’re here. You can go in by yourself now. I’m off to enjoy some wine.” Sun Yidao led him to the courtyard gate, then leaped away using his impeccable lightness skill, wine gourd in hand. Working for Feng Guang wasn’t free, and his reward was this century-old fine wine.

Watching the old man’s expert movements, Yi Wushang silently pondered his identity in the martial world. But before he could dwell on it further, Qing Yu appeared at the gate. “Alliance Leader Yi, please come in.”

Yi Wushang said nothing and stepped forward. Under a peach blossom tree, he saw Feng Guang—and Guan Yueyue. Guan Yueyue, unconscious, was tied to a chair, while Feng Guang held a dagger pressed to her neck.

“Ah, Alliance Leader Yi, you’ve finally arrived,” Feng Guang said with a dazzling smile.

“Miss Xia…” Yi Wushang began.

Feng Guang shook her head and corrected him. “You should call me Madam Xue now.”

“Madam Xue,” Yi Wushang’s brows furrowed tightly. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Exactly what it looks like—I’m using Guan Yueyue to force your hand,” Feng Guang replied.

Yi Wushang glanced at Qing Yu, who had stepped to Feng Guang’s side but showed no intention of helping Guan Yueyue. His heart sank. “If this is because of my engagement to you in the past, and how I fell for someone else, I’m willing to apologize to you.”

“An apology? With your life?” Feng Guang sneered. “Stop pretending. There’s no one else here. Yi Wushang is none other than Nangong Li, the Alliance Leader of the martial world is the Demon Sect Leader. Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Yi Wushang said.

“I told you, drop the act.” Feng Guang pressed the dagger closer to Guan Yueyue’s neck, drawing a shallow line of blood. “I don’t have the patience for games tonight. If you keep this up, your beloved won’t make it.”

A thin trickle of blood appeared on Guan Yueyue’s neck.

“Xia Feng Guang!” Yi Wushang—no, it was more appropriate to call him Nangong Li now—finally let his expression shift. Gone was the righteous air; it was replaced by a cold, ruthless demeanor. “Let her go.”

“Look at that. The Demon Sect Leader, so skilled at hiding his true nature, drops the mask the moment Guan Yueyue is involved. Such deep feelings—truly moving,” Feng Guang taunted.

“What exactly do you want? Speak plainly.”

“What do I want? Ha… see that cup on the table?” Feng Guang pointed to a cup of wine on the nearby table. “Let me tell you—it’s poisoned. Drink it, and I’ll let Guan Yueyue go.”

Nangong Li didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Are you serious?”

“Of course,” Feng Guang replied.

“Fine. I’ll drink.”

“No!” Guan Yueyue had woken up, but her body was weak from the drugs. “Nangong Li, don’t drink it…”

Nangong Li smiled gently at her. “Yueyue, don’t be afraid. You’ll be fine soon.”

With that, he picked up the cup and drank it all in one go. Moments later, he coughed up a mouthful of black blood. As Guan Yueyue cried out, he fell to his knees, his strength draining away. Struggling to lift his head, he said, “I’ve drunk the poison. Now, release her.”

“What’s the rush? I keep my promises. Once you’re dead, I’ll let her go,” Feng Guang said with a satisfied smirk. She turned to Qing Yu and asked, “Didn’t you say this poison works quickly? Why isn’t he dead yet?”

Qing Yu replied, “His internal energy is profound. It’ll take some time.”