TSFLIP Chapter 383

“Forget it, then. You—no, just a sword—stay here.” Feng Guang turned around and walked away, carrying Fang Yue on her back.

The Cold Abyss Sword, which had been stuck in the ground, trembled before flying to her side.

Feng Guang chuckled. “At least you still have some conscience. Now go, break down that wall for me.”

Carrying Fang Yue, she had no intention of climbing back up from the eighteenth floor to the first. Flying straight out from here would be much faster.

The Cold Abyss Sword gleamed with an icy light and shot toward the wall, smashing a massive hole through it. If the old-fashioned elders of the Xuan Sect found out someone had blasted a hole in the Demon Suppression Tower just for convenience, they’d probably be furious enough to blow their beards out.

Feng Guang stepped onto the sword and landed on the ground. The commotion had drawn patrolling disciples, who rushed over. Before they could even question the unfamiliar woman dressed in their sect’s robes, they caught sight of their severely injured senior brother. One after another, they hurried over to help, carefully lifting Fang Yue off her back.

“Senior Brother…” One of the disciples, responsible for managing affairs, noticed Fang Yue was unconscious and turned to Feng Guang. “Junior Sister, what happened to him?”

“He was injured by a demon inside the tower.” Feng Guang paused for a moment but didn’t bother correcting the “Junior Sister” title. Since they didn’t recognize her, saying too much would only make them suspicious.

“And that hole in the tower…?”

“Oh, the Cold Abyss Sword was overly protective and smashed a hole in the wall to get me and Senior Brother out.”

The sword twitched in Feng Guang’s grip, clearly unwilling to take the blame. But a chill from her palm made it quiet down immediately.

“This is bad! If demonic energy leaks out, the demons inside might escape!”

“No need to worry.” Feng Guang flicked her fingers, forming a seal with her sword. “Done. I sealed it with the Heavenly Thunder Curse. Just fix the wall when you have time.”

The disciples: “…”

The Heavenly Thunder Curse—a high-level sealing spell—was cast just like that? So casually?

Feng Guang frowned. “Why are you all staring at me? Shouldn’t you be taking Senior Brother for treatment?”

Snapping out of their shock, the disciples quickly carried Fang Yue to the Holy Healer Hall, momentarily setting aside their questions about this young and incredibly powerful Junior Sister they had never heard of.

Worried about Fang Yue, Feng Guang followed them.

The elder of the Holy Healer Hall, a kind-looking old man, was shocked to see that their strongest disciple had been gravely injured. He hurriedly ordered his apprentices to carefully place Fang Yue on a bed and personally examined him before going off to prepare medicine.

Now that they had a moment to breathe, the disciples finally noticed something odd—why was their Senior Brother’s shirt missing?

Feng Guang, completely unfazed, declared righteously, “I took off his clothes to apply medicine and stop the bleeding. Why are you all looking at me like that? Fine, if it bothers you so much, I’ll just marry him in the future!”

Anyway, he looked quite to her taste. Staying in this parallel world and forgetting about that so-called Chu Yu didn’t seem like a bad idea.

The system, strangely, remained silent instead of reminding her to focus on her mission.

A young male disciple hesitated before speaking. “Junior Sister, we understand that the situation left you no choice, but… could you step outside now?”

He needed to remove Fang Yue’s clothing to apply medicine, and having a woman present didn’t seem appropriate.

Ancient people were so old-fashioned.