TSFLIP Chapter 231

A maid approached and invited them to rest inside, but Feng Guang and Qing Yu both declined. They were waiting for a result. Only ten minutes passed, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, Zhijian returned, carrying Sun Yidao on his back. Sun Yidao had lost an arm—his right arm, the one he used to wield his sword.

The sound of blood dripping echoed in the air. Feng Guang leaned against the wall, dizzy and lightheaded.

Despite the cold sweat on his forehead, Sun Yidao forced a smile. “Don’t worry, little girl. I can still hold on.”

“Senior Sun, your injuries are severe. Please don’t talk,” Zhijian said as he turned to Qing Yu. “Qing Yu, you’re the only one here who knows medicine. You’ll have to treat Senior Sun.”

“Understood,” Qing Yu replied, following Zhijian inside. Then he paused and said, “Xia Feng Guang, come with me.”

“Qing Yu, he did it on purpose…”

Qing Yu didn’t respond to her comment. Instead, he took her hand and said, “Let’s go.”

Xue Ran had indeed done it on purpose—leaving Sun Yidao alive but deliberately cutting off his right hand. For a swordsman, nothing was more devastating than losing the ability to wield a sword.

Feng Guang couldn’t stop trembling. The person she had shared a bed with, the one who called her name so gently—she suddenly realized she had never truly known him. After all, Xue Ran was the former leader of the Demonic Sect, Nangong Li’s master, and perhaps… even the identity of Xue Ran was a lie.

Clutching her aching head, Feng Guang muttered, “System, I want to terminate this mission.”

“Once a mission begins, it cannot be terminated,” the system replied.

“Erase my feelings for Xue Ran.”

“The mission is not complete, so this action cannot be executed.”

Feng Guang exhaled shakily, raising a hand to cover her eyes. “…How many points would it cost to restore Sun Yidao’s right hand?”

“No such service is available.”

The system’s blunt responses shattered all her illusions.

Feng Guang stood at the doorway for what felt like an eternity. Maids came and went, carrying basins of clean water inside and bringing out basins filled with bloodied water. The stench of blood lingered, and she couldn’t help but imagine the scene of Xue Ran cutting off Sun Yidao’s arm. The more she thought about it, the stronger her sense of helplessness grew.

After what seemed like an eternity, Qing Yu finally emerged from the room. Normally fastidious about cleanliness, his clothes were now stained with blood, yet he paid it no mind. “Senior Sun’s bleeding has been stopped,” he announced.

“Is that so?” she murmured, her head lowered and her expression indifferent.

“Your face is pale. You need rest,” Qing Yu said.

“And you?” Feng Guang raised her eyes, which now seemed lifeless pools of water. “Don’t you need rest?”

“We all need rest,” Qing Yu replied.

Feng Guang let out a faint smile, but it was more sorrowful than tears.

Zhijian arranged guest rooms for them. He mentioned that when he arrived, neither Xue Ran nor Guan Yueyue and Nangong Li were anywhere to be seen. Perhaps they had already left the valley. Yet Feng Guang felt no relief. A voice in her mind told her Xue Ran was still nearby.

Dongfang Ye, known for his indulgent lifestyle, was widely regarded as a hedonist. However, no one doubted that his estate was the safest place in the valley. Sun Yidao’s recovery there was a blessing. At Dongfang Ye’s command, Zhijian brought out rare medicinal herbs from his private collection. Thanks to these invaluable resources, Sun Yidao regained consciousness after more than ten days in a coma.

When it came to losing his arm, Sun Yidao acted as though he didn’t care. He even comforted Feng Guang and Qing Yu, saying all he needed was good wine. He already had his reputation and his chivalry—whether or not he could wield a sword no longer mattered.

However, he never told Feng Guang what Xue Ran had said when cutting off his arm.

“You let go of what was most important to me, so as a courtesy, I’ll destroy the hand you use to wield your sword,” Xue Ran had said with a smile before severing Sun Yidao’s arm with his fallen treasured sword.