A fairy-like skirt fluttered as she danced under the moonlight, her sword flashing with a brilliance that startled heaven and earth!
“Pei Qingxuan! You can no longer escape. I advise you to give up resisting!! Otherwise, you’ll likely end up dead without a whole corpse!!”
Dozens of cultivators cautiously surrounded a young woman, their gazes all fixed on her alone.
Up close, the girl had willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix-like eyes, and an oval face.
Her eyes exuded a faint killing intent.
Her fairy-like skirt swayed lightly, and she held a sword in one hand, her voice sharp and resolute as she declared:
“I, Pei Qingxuan, am a righteous sword cultivator. Even if I perish here today, I will never join forces with you demonic cultivators. Enough nonsense—come at me!!”
“As expected of Pei Qingxuan, the paragon of the righteous path, Fairy Pei. Without such resolve, it would be hard to walk the path of the sword. Since you insist, don’t blame us! You’ve killed countless cultivators of our sect. Today… you’ll pay for your blood debt!!”
“Everyone, attack together! Even if Pei Qingxuan truly has three heads and six arms, she can’t withstand so many of us! Kill her!!”
Hearing this, Pei Qingxuan’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she swung her sword in a slashing motion!
A cold light flashed, and spells shifted the heavens!
As sword beams intertwined, the scene froze on the moment a steel whip struck the young woman!
…
A country path, shaded by green willows, with a gentle breeze caressing the water, stirring ripples across its surface.
The croaking of frogs and chirping of birds filled the air, interwoven with the hum of insects and the sound of water, composing a serene and elegant melody.
In the Great Qi Empire, in the land of Yujiang Province, known as the land of plenty, lay Lishui Town, a small town on the outskirts of Zhe City.
A young man came into view.
He wore a brown long robe with a dark green waistband, his black hair tied back with a strip of cloth, a few playful strands of hair fluttering in the breeze across his chest.
Upon closer inspection, his attire was hardly considered fine in the Great Zhou Empire, but his appearance was quite striking.
With sword-like brows and bright eyes, his face was as fair as jade.
Though not the kind of beauty that everyone would rave about, he was certainly handsome.
Particularly, the trace of relaxed contentment in his demeanor made him likable at first glance.
As the man approached, an unfamiliar tune drifted into the air, carried by his humming.
“…What you ate from me, spit it back out, recorded in the shining red star~”
From a distance, though the song was peculiar, its cheerful rhythm blended so perfectly with the mountains, the water, and the man himself, inexplicably evoking a sense of tranquility.
“Ugh…”
Suddenly, a soft groan of pain shattered the beautifully woven scene.
The man froze slightly, glancing toward the sound.
“Who’s there?”
Before he could react, a dark shadow plummeted from above.
With only enough time to mutter “What the—,” Xu Ping’an was crushed beneath the figure.
Instinctively raising his hands to block, he felt something soft and tender.
What… is this?
That was his final thought before everything went black.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when a faint chill crept up his spine.
The chirping of insects grew clearer in his ears.
Instinctively opening his eyes, he was greeted by a pristine sky filled with countless stars.
“Am I… asleep?”
How could he possibly have fallen asleep?
When had he become so carefree? This wasn’t the peaceful homeland of his past life with its good law and order.
Forget mountain bandits or robbers—even a random wild beast could easily maul a powerless physician like him, right?
Though it was the sweltering heat of June, the night breeze still brought a hint of coolness.
He tightened his grip on the warm, delicate figure in his arms.
Wait… something’s not right?
Xu Ping’an blinked, following the line of his arm with his gaze.
Willow-leaf brows, cherry lips, skin as smooth as cream, and a face as fair as jade.
He gently squeezed with his wrist, feeling the sensation in his palm.
Even without seeing it, he could vaguely sense the slender, delicate waist beneath the thin layer of gauze.
Looking down, through layers of silken clouds, he faintly glimpsed a ravine, flanked by twin peaks, their snowy tips adorned with a touch of red.
What the—!
What’s going on? Did the heavens take pity on him for his tough transmigration, barely scraping by with the medical skills granted by the system, and decide to reward him with a wife?
Something fallen from the sky?
A fairy, a demon? An ET?
“Mm~”
The girl in his arms let out a soft moan.
Xu Ping’an instantly averted his gaze, his mind exploding with panic!
Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?
Who is she? Where is she? What is she going to do?
Suddenly, he felt the hand resting on his chest move.
In a glance, he met a pair of eyes as deep as the starry sky.
Perhaps because they were both lying down, her clear eyes faintly reflected the starlight.
At the center of those pupils, his own bewildered face was mirrored.
What now? What should he do?
A beautiful girl had fallen from the sky.
Should he strike up a conversation, or… strike up a conversation, or… strike up a conversation?
“Um… hello, my name is Xu Ping’an. What’s your name?”
The girl’s initially dazed gaze gradually sharpened, her eyes clearly showing surprise.
How could you not know when I’m in your arms?
“Yeah… why am I in your arms?”
Before Xu Ping’an could say more, the girl suddenly let out a muffled groan, clutching her forehead as a flash of pain crossed her face.
In the next instant, the confusion in her eyes vanished, replaced by a glint of killing intent.
With a flash of cold light, her longsword was already pressed against Xu Ping’an’s neck.
At that moment, he no longer had the mind to feel the warmth radiating from her body through the thin gauze above his abdomen.
All he could sense was the chilling edge against his neck.
“Who are you?! Why am I in your arms? Who am I? Why am I here?!”
Time seemed to freeze.
With her willow-leaf brows, phoenix-like eyes, cherry lips, and flowing dark hair, the moonlight filtered through her strands, casting light on his face.
A gentle breeze carried a faint feminine fragrance.
Beautiful!
Truly beautiful!
Even with his modern sensibilities, shaped by digital media and technology, Xu Ping’an couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty.
This beautiful girl? Absolutely stunning!
Without a trace of makeup, her face was like a lotus blooming in clear water, naturally flawless, untouched by any artificial enhancement—perfectly pristine.
While his heart was struck with awe, Xu Ping’an’s mind raced.
Whether she was beautiful or not was beside the point—he didn’t want to die!!
Who was she?
He didn’t know her, nor did he recognize her! He was just strolling along the road when he got knocked out by her falling on him.
How could he possibly know where she came from?
Where did her sword come from?
He didn’t catch the details, but her movements were definitely not those of an ordinary person!
If she acted in the next second, his throat and arteries might be sliced open, turning him into a human fountain, the kind that could paint a wall red.
What was she planning to do?
Kill him?
No, if she truly wanted to kill, he probably wouldn’t have even opened his eyes before being done for.
Why bother asking all these questions?
Because she lost her memory? The exact reason wasn’t clear, but based on her earlier actions, she was no ordinary woman.
As he pondered “why is this happening,” the coldness in her eyes grew even more intense.
The longsword pressed slightly harder against his neck, and he could feel warm blood trickling from the shallow cut.
“It seems you don’t want to talk. In that case… ugh!”
Pain flashed across the girl’s stunning face again.
The sword clattered to the ground, and a trace of confusion flickered in her bright eyes.
She lowered her head, her gaze locking with Xu Ping’an’s.
“Who are you… and who… who am I?”
Her dazed, almost adorable tone made him relax, though a wave of lingering fear washed over him.
If she had followed through just now, his life would’ve been over!
But what should he do now? This lady was clearly not someone to mess with.
What if she tried to kill him again?
As Xu Ping’an’s mind raced, a spark of inspiration struck.
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“My dear wife, I’m your husband! What are you doing?!”
Moarrr.. i like this already
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