thefictionvixens Chapter 106 Qi Scripture Explosion!
Chapter 106 Qi Scripture Explosion!
Chapter 106 Qi Scripture Explosion!
Once the ultimate move is unleashed, the effect is immediate.
The wreckage of the cleaved merchant ship still floats and burns on the river, with splinters of wood and charred remains bobbing in the murky water.
However, this strike nearly drained Wu Feng of his internal energy.
The consumption is too damn high.
At this moment, he was pale and panting heavily, kneeling on the top of the ship's deck, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
The embroidered spring knife was stuck in the wooden board beside him, supporting his swaying body; the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.
After catching his breath, he gritted his teeth and looked up at the merchant ship on his left.
The wailing all around hadn't stopped.
The merchant ship on the left was still rocking from the impact.
On the deck, Shuying and Lingshuang had already fainted, while Zhufeng and Qiyue were covered in blood and barely managed to stay upright by using their swords.
The gray-clad ninth-rank assassin and the remaining six high-rank assassins had just regained their footing and were clinging to the ship's railing.
The gray-robed ninth-rank official immediately noticed Wu Feng's miserable state; he was kneeling on one knee with a deathly pale face, clearly at his last gasp.
He didn't have time to think about what had happened with that terrifying slash; only one thought occupied his mind.
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
"Attack!" the gray-robed ninth-rank official roared, "Kill him!"
Before he finished speaking, he pushed off with his feet and shot towards the ship's deck like an arrow!
Six high-ranking assassins followed closely behind, and seven figures rushed towards Wu Feng with murderous intent.
Zhu Feng and Qi Yue wanted to stop them, but their injuries were too severe. Every movement aggravated their wounds, causing them to break out in a cold sweat and making it impossible for them to stand up.
Anita Mui had just rushed out of the ship's deck when she saw this scene and shouted anxiously, "Watch out!"
But the seven men had already reached the top of the ship!
Wu Feng looked at the gray-clad ninth-rank official and six high-ranking assassins rushing towards him, his eyes filled with a terrifying calm.
He took a deep breath, and the last bit of true energy in his body began to circulate wildly.
Qi flows through the meridians.
He raised his embroidered spring knife, the tip of which was aimed at the seven men charging towards him.
"burst."
A very light word.
next second!
"boom!!!!!"
A terrifying, solidified shockwave of true energy suddenly exploded from the tip of the Embroidered Spring Blade!
Like an invisible giant hammer, it slammed down on the seven people who rushed towards it!
The distance is too close.
The gray-robed ninth-rank official's pupils constricted sharply; it was too late to dodge.
He only had time to cross his arms to protect his chest, but his inner energy had just begun to circulate—
"Bang!!!"
The seven figures were slammed into by the terrifying shockwave of true energy, like sacks hit by a catapult, spitting out blood and flying backward instantly!
Along with a large section of wooden planks and tiles from the top of the ship's deck, they were all blown away and crashed into the murky river water!
Huge splashes of water rose from the river surface.
Down below the ship, Li Yunrui was peering out the window when the sudden explosion jolted him.
She looked up in shock at the top of the ship's deck, which had been mostly torn open.
next moment!
A figure fell straight down from above, landing with a "thud" on her bed in her room.
It's Wu Feng.
After unleashing his Qi Stream, his last bit of true energy was drained. The excruciating pain in his meridians caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and he fainted instantly.
"Little Wuzi!"
Li Yunrui rushed to the bedside.
Wu Feng was covered in blood, and his face was so pale it was almost frightening.
Li Yunrui's hands were trembling.
She had never been so panicked before.
The feeling of being in control and experiencing a morbid excitement that I used to have was completely gone, leaving only a strange and heart-wrenching panic.
"Xiao Wuzi—you mustn't die—" Her voice trembled as she reached out to wipe the blood from his face.
Hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
Chunmei rushed in and was startled by the scene in the room: "Your Highness! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" Li Yunrui turned her head, her voice filled with an unusual urgency. "Quick! Check on Xiao Wuzi!"
"I will not allow him to die!"
Chunmei quickly stepped forward and placed her hand on Wu Feng's neck.
The pulse was still beating, weak but steady.
She breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Highness, he's still alive! This servant will go and fetch the doctor!"
"Go quickly!"
Chunmei turned and ran away.
Before long, she led the doctor who was on board the ship in.
The doctor carefully examined Wu Feng's pulse and breathing, and then looked at his injuries before bowing and saying, "Your Highness, Lord Wu is not in mortal danger. He has simply exhausted his vital energy and fainted. He will naturally wake up once his vital energy recovers."
Li Yunrui's heart finally settled down.
She waved her hand: "Get out of here, go treat the others."
"Yes." The doctor withdrew.
Li Yunrui then said to Chunmei, "Bring a basin of warm water and a pair of scissors. Then go outside and help."
Chunmei responded and left.
Soon, warm water was brought over, along with scissors.
Chunmei left the room and gently closed the door behind her.
Li Yunrui picked up the scissors and carefully cut open Wu Feng's blood-soaked clothes.
After cutting Wu Feng's clothes open, she soaked a cloth in warm water and wiped away the bloodstains and wounds on his body little by little.
Her movements were so gentle, unlike anything she would have done.
In the candlelight, the wounds on Wu Feng's body were clearly visible.
Li Yunrui looked at the injuries with a complicated expression.
In the past, she always looked at Wu Feng with a condescending and playful attitude, regarding him as an interesting and obedient plaything, a lowly but agreeable little man.
But now————
She looked at his pale face and the wounds he had sustained for her. The morbid excitement in her heart was still there, but something else had mixed in.
It's hard to explain, hard to define.
After wiping him clean, she covered him with a light blanket, then sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching him.
Her fingers unconsciously brushed against the stray hairs on his forehead.
Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened.
On the deck, Mei-gu, dragging her injured body, directed those who were still able to move to clean up the scene and treat the wounded.
Chunmei also brought her maids to help.
Fewer than ten guards and boatmen were still alive, and all of them were wounded.
Shuying, Lingshuang, Zhufeng, and Qiyue were all carried into the cabin, where the ship's doctor was treating their wounds.
Corpses and pieces of wood floated on the river, and the blood stained the river red.
There were no other boats on the river at this moment, and not a single person could be seen on either bank.
It wasn't until it was completely dark that a patch of lights appeared on the distant river.
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The warships of the Jiangnan Navy's Chizhou camp finally appeared.
Three warships approached in a triangular formation, their bows ablaze with torches, and their decks filled with naval soldiers armed with swords and bows.
On the lead warship, Jiang Fuhai, the commander of the Chizhou camp, stood at the bow, his face extremely grim as he looked at the horrific scene before him.
The stern of the princess's official boat was hit, a large section of the top of the ship was torn off, and blood and corpses were everywhere on the river.
Of the two merchant ships, one was split in two and half sank, while the other was also severely damaged.
Jiang Fuhai's heart sank to the bottom.
He knelt on one knee and cried out, "This humble general, Jiang Fuhai, has arrived late to rescue Your Majesty! Please punish me!"
The door to the second floor of the ship's deck is open.
Li Yunrui came out.
She changed into a black casual outfit, her hair was simply tied up, and her face was expressionless, but her charming eyes were icy cold.
She walked to the railing and looked down at Jiang Fuhai, who was kneeling on the deck.
"Governor Jiang." Her voice was gentle, yet so soft it sent chills down one's spine. "The Chizhou garrison is only half an hour's boat ride from here. You—you've arrived just in time."
Jiang Fuhai, sweat beading on his forehead, said, "This humble general—"
Sudden.
Jiang Fuhai froze.
Two hours earlier, while he was handling military affairs in the camp, his personal guards reported that Qin Ye, the chief envoy of the Privy Council, had sent someone to invite him.
He was invited to a banquet at Qin Ye's residence in Chizhou.
Qin Ye was the chief envoy of the Privy Council.
He dared not refuse to go.
During the banquet, Qin Ye chatted with him for a long time and even made a point of having him drink a few more cups.
Jiang Fuhai's hand slowly clenched.
Could it be that...?
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