After Lin Xin’an left, Shen Ye hurried over to Jiang Jianxin’s side, helping her up and propping her against a large boulder.
Paralyzed by the neurotoxin, Jiang Jianxin couldn’t move.
Shen Ye ripped the Storage Watch containing the poisoned needle from her wrist and put it in her pocket, along with the Tang Guang Paper Sword from the muddy water.
“‘Your Majesty’ has already looked this way.
The Madhouse is about to send people to capture me.
I have to leave, or you’ll get caught because of me.”
Shen Ye said.
Jiang Jianxin lowered her head in guilt.
“I didn’t think this through today.”
At that time, the black sedan had been struck by Yin Ju’s massive wave and knocked into the river.
Jiang Jianxin was a poor swimmer.
After falling into the water, she relied entirely on the Tang Guang Sword pressing against her back to push her upwards.
As she floated towards the surface, the river water was murky.
She could only see the car sinking deeper and deeper.
There was no sign of Shen Ye, nor could she see Lin Xin’an.
In despair, Jiang Jianxin wanted to dive down and see if the two were in the car, but unfortunately, the Little Sword Venerate was a terrible swimmer; she didn’t know how to swim at all.
She flailed in the water a few times, unable to control her direction, and with the Tang Guang Sword pushing her up, all she could do was watch helplessly as the black car, carrying her two friends, sank into the darkest silt and sand below.
The moment she broke the surface and breathed in the fresh air, rage instantly ignited in her heart.
What followed was the scene of her Summoning the Tang Guang Sword to take revenge on Yin Ju.
‘At the time, I’d only felt immense regret.
Thinking back on it now, perhaps from the very moment the car fell into the river, Lin Xin’an had Summoned the Red King to restrain Shen Ye, and then waited for my ‘good show’ to unfold.’
Shen Ye didn’t blame her.
Instead, he comforted her earnestly,
“Doctor Lin is unfathomable.
It’s only natural to fall for his schemes.”
“Jianxin, take care of yourself.
If I don’t get caught, I’ll definitely come back for you.”
After speaking, he picked up his saber, his figure flickered, and using the Shape Transformation Path, he vanished into the night.
The very next second after he disappeared, Jiang Jianxin felt an invisible spiritual power sweep over from the distance, carrying with it an immense pressure.
—The Madhouse’s “Your Majesty” was looking over.
Jiang Jianxin closed her eyes, feeling the spiritual power sweep past her and stretch out into the distance.
The roar of an approaching vehicle sounded from the distance.
“WEE-OOO—WEE-WOO—”
A white SUV pulled up next to the fallen and bleeding Yin Ju.
A man with brown hair and golden eyes got out, rushed over to help him up, and shouted:
“Lord Yin?
Lord Yin?”
Two more people hurried out of the back seat: a burly, giant man and a young woman in a white dress.
The young woman in the white dress seemed at a loss upon seeing the scene.
The burly man took Yin Ju from the golden-eyed young man’s arms.
“Let me!”
The big man rolled up his sleeves.
He supported the back of the young man’s head with one hand, while his other, a palm as large as a cattail fan, covered the wound on Yin Ju’s abdomen.
“VMMMMMM—”
A green light emanated from the man’s palm.
The gentle, vibrant aura made Jiang Jianxin turn to look.
Watching this, she truly understood the meaning of the phrase “don’t judge a book by its cover” for the first time.
—’Who would have thought that this mountain of a man, rippling with muscle, was actually a healing-type Talent User?’
The big man treated Yin Ju on the spot for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and Yin Ju slowly began to stir in his arms.
Before Yin Ju even opened his eyes, he frowned and mumbled:
“Zhao Ping’an…
you need a shower.
You reek of sweat.”
The burly Zhao Ping’an scratched his head sheepishly, revealing a patch of matted black chest hair.
“I just washed the day before yesterday.
Didn’t think I’d get so sweaty these past few days…
Sorry, Lord Yin.”
“GACK—PTOO—”
Yin Ju struggled to get out of the big man’s embrace, which was filled with the smell of grime, and spat a mouthful of blood to the side.
Zhao Ping’an panicked and pulled Yin Ju back, the green light in his large palms growing even stronger.
“My lord, don’t move!
You’ve got serious internal injuries.
Your organs are bleeding.
If you move around, you’ll cough up more blood.”
Yin Ju took a deep breath in Zhao Ping’an’s arms and said through gritted teeth:
“You—go take a shower the moment we get back!”
Zhao Ping’an nodded honestly.
“Okay, my lord!”
The golden-eyed young man watched from the side.
After a while, seeing that Yin Ju’s condition had improved significantly, he suggested:
“Why don’t we take his lordship back first?
It’s not easy to treat him out here in the middle of nowhere.”
The big man nodded and lifted Yin Ju up in a princess carry.
The golden-eyed young man called to the girl in the white dress.
The group was about to get in the car when Yin Ju suddenly poked his head out from Zhao Ping’an’s arms, pointed at Jiang Jianxin, and declared arrogantly:
“Take this person back for treatment too!”
The golden-eyed young man looked at Jiang Jianxin in astonishment and whispered:
“But my lord, wasn’t she the one who…?”
“Shut up.
Am I in charge, or are you?”
Yin Ju glared at him.
The golden-eyed young man’s expression instantly turned serious.
“As you command, my lord.”
Zhao Ping’an carried Yin Ju to the back seat, while Chen Tong found a rope, trussed up Jiang Jianxin, and threw her into the back seat as well.
Meanwhile, Chen Tong and Chen Xinran sat in the front.
Jiang Jianxin lay limply in the back seat.
The young woman in the white dress in the front seat looked back at her curiously.
The girl in the back seat wore a spotless white jacket.
Although tied up, she held herself with a straight posture.
Her features weren’t those of a great beauty, but she had a heroic and spirited air.
—’She doesn’t look like a major villain.
She seems easy to talk to, too.’
Having been unable to find a chance to speak in a car full of men, Chen Xinran now cautiously asked:
“Hello…
Are you the one who hurt Lord Yin so badly?”
Jiang Jianxin saw the girl too.
She looked to be about her own age, with a gentle and innocent face and a timid disposition.
She seemed like an ordinary person.
“This was all a misunderstanding.
I’m very sorry for hurting Yin Ju so badly.”
Jiang Jianxin said, her gaze lowered.
She glanced at Yin Ju in the seat next to her and saw that he had, at some point, leaned against Zhao Ping’an and passed out.
The young man in the windbreaker, clutching his thermos tightly, was huddled next to the burly man.
The scene looked surprisingly peaceful and serene.
The young woman in the white dress was still looking at her curiously.
The earlier scene of Jiang Jianxin chasing the car with Sword Flight had left a deep impression on her.
Because she had a powerful older brother, Chen Xinran had seen quite a few Talent Users since she was young.
But none of them were as formidable as Jiang Jianxin, who could stand on a longsword, pummel Yin Ju, and come out of the whole combo looking clean and graceful.
Chen Xinran knew that in the Superpower World, people this powerful all had their own Titles.
For example, her brother, Chen Tong, had the nickname “Outer Heaven Arrow,” and Lord Yin Ju had the nickname “Water Resources Bureau Chief.”
She really wanted to know Jiang Jianxin’s Title and hear the legends about her in the Superpower World, so she asked expectantly:
“Um…
could I ask for your name and your Title?”