When Song Qingan returned, the crowd had already disappeared.
He surveyed the area for a long time, but finding no other suspicious signs, he worried that Feng Yinwan might forcibly break through the acupoints in her body and so he returned.
Unexpectedly, he encountered this situation halfway back.
Seeing her fall into the man's arms, he drew his sword and charged forward. He didn't expect this man to use his hand like a claw, directly blocking his attack.
This man's martial prowess was higher than he imagined, even on par with Ye Tinglan.
"Let her go!"
He continued to attack, but the man, with one arm still around Feng Yinwan, was not at a disadvantage.
Song Qingan's eyes turned cold. As he hesitated, the man suddenly spoke.
"Still not using your killing move?"
With that, he bent Feng Yinwan's arm, his tone laced with amusement.
"Oh, are you afraid of hurting her, or the child in her belly?"
He hadn't expected this girl to be pregnant.
"If you hesitate, you'll lose your chance."
The man then struck with a palm strike. Song Qingan blocked it, but the tip of his sword narrowly missed the Feng Yinwan in his hand.
His heart tightened, and he immediately retreated.
However, the man had no intention of letting him go.
Certain that Song Qingan wouldn't dare to attack freely with Feng Yinwan in his grasp, he pursued with even more vicious palm winds than before.
Song Qingan primarily practiced swordplay and was not at an advantage in close combat, especially while having to protect Feng Yinwan. In his evasion, he was struck.
The man's fingertips, like eagle claws, tore Song Qingan's shoulder clothes into strips.
Several red marks immediately appeared on the exposed fair skin.
The man glanced at him, his amusement deepening.
"You are no match for me."
"Let her go!"
He drew his sword again, after ensuring it wouldn't harm Feng Yinwan.
Before the sword energy could even reach the man, Feng Yinwan's face suddenly appeared in front of him.
Song Qingan's brow furrowed, and he hastily retracted his sword.
The moment his sword was withdrawn, a heavy palm strike landed before him, repelling him.
At this moment, the black-robed figures also caught up. Song Qingan attempted to raise his sword again, but his head spun, and his body began to falter.
"Let her go..."
His sword and his words fell to the ground together. He held on for another moment before his body also collapsed.
"Holy Lord."
The man grunted. With a flick of his arm that held Feng Yinwan, he tossed her to the figures behind him.
"Take her back."
His subordinate nodded, then looked at the unconscious Song Qingan on the ground.
"What about this one..."
"Kill him."
The Xuanmen sect never left loose ends.
"Yes."
The subordinate received the order and was about to strike, but at the last moment, the blow abruptly stopped.
He stared at a tiny crease on Song Qingan's face for a moment, then reached out and peeled off a layer of skin!
Upon seeing the face hidden beneath the mask, he was instantly shocked.
"Holy Lord, he's... Young General Song!"
The man was clearly taken aback. He froze upon hearing this.
"What did you say?"
...
Three years later.
In the Xuanmen sect's alchemy room, a slender and graceful figure was busily mixing medicines at a medicinal table.
Suddenly, a small, round, pink, fleshy hand reached out from below, snatched a pill from the corner of the table, and then retreated.
The movement was as slow as if it were playing at 0.5x speed, but the woman glanced at it and pretended not to see, continuing to mix her medicine.
The next moment, a childish, crying voice echoed through the alchemy room.
"Wuwuwu, it's so bitter!"