kvmb Chapter 247 Spring
Chapter 247 Spring
After taking the medicine made from the spiritual spring water, Ye Jiuchen lay quietly on the bed. His originally pale and bloodless face gradually showed signs of improvement as time slowly passed, like snow melting under the warm sun in winter, revealing a faint blush. His breath, which seemed so weak it might die at any moment, also began to steady, like a candle flame flickering in the wind and rain, rising and falling rhythmically in the quiet room, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone's previously despairing hearts.
However, the wheels of fate seemed to have no end in sight. Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves not yet fully relaxed, and they thought things were starting to improve, a deafening commotion suddenly erupted outside the Prince's mansion. The commotion, like a surging, tumultuous wave, shattered the brief tranquility within the mansion without warning, instantly sending everyone's hearts leaping into their throats.
Dongfang Wan'er's beautiful brows furrowed tightly, her two arched willow-leaf eyebrows seemingly twisted into pretzels by an invisible force. A hint of worry and doubt flickered in her eyes, a thin mist veiling her bright gaze as she pondered: what could have caused such a commotion? But her worry and doubt did not deter her in the slightest. Without hesitation, she rose, her graceful steps carrying unwavering resolve, and strode quickly toward the source of the disturbance, determined to investigate.
When she arrived outside the Prince's mansion, she saw a group of people dressed in black night clothes moving like ghosts. They wielded gleaming blades, the light flashing coldly in the sunlight, sending chills down her spine. They were engaged in a fierce battle with the mansion's well-trained guards. The guards were agile, their weapons wielded with incredible speed and power; every parry and counterattack demonstrated the results of their rigorous training. The men in black were equally formidable; their moves were ruthless, each strike aimed at vital points, their movements swift and agile, like a group of killers from the underworld—clearly highly trained assassins.
"Who dares to cause trouble in the Prince's residence!" Dongfang Wan'er roared, her clear voice like a resounding bell, echoing across the chaotic battlefield, filled with majesty and anger. Before her words even finished, she swiftly drew her incomparably sharp sword from her waist. The moment the sword was drawn, a flash of cold light appeared, as if declaring its sharpness and its owner's determination to the enemy. Dongfang Wan'er nimbly joined the battle, her figure like a nimble lightning bolt, weaving freely through the crowd. Her sword danced in a blur of light, each swing accompanied by a whistling sound, aimed at the man in black.
Seeing Dongfang Wan'er join the battle, the men in black not only didn't weaken their attacks, but intensified them. Their eyes were cold, and their moves became increasingly ruthless, as if they wouldn't stop until they achieved their goal. During the fight, Dongfang Wan'er was filled with doubt. Who had sent these ruthless individuals? Were they there to prevent Ye Jiuchen's recovery and disrupt someone's schemes, or was there a deeper, unfathomable conspiracy hidden behind it all? As she fought desperately, her mind raced through all the possibilities.
After a fierce battle, the men in black, despite their superior strength, gradually lost ground to the tenacious resistance of the Prince's guards. The guards fought with increasing ferocity, coordinating their attacks and defenses to form an impregnable defensive line. Seeing the unfavorable situation, the men in black began to signal to each other to retreat. A hint of reluctance flashed in their eyes, but they knew that continuing the fight would only lead to greater losses. Dongfang Wan'er, however, would not easily let these villains who dared to cause trouble in the Prince's mansion escape. She decisively led a squad of guards in hot pursuit. Her eyes shone with determination and resolve, and her beautiful face was now slightly cold with anger.
They chased him all the way to a secluded, deserted alley. The silence was eerily profound; moss-covered walls whispered tales of bygone eras. The man in black vanished as if into thin air, leaving behind only the empty alley and a chilling stillness. Dongfang Wan'er cautiously stopped, her heart pounding slightly, a sense of foreboding washing over her. She was intently searching every nook and cranny when she heard a sinister laugh behind her. The laughter, like the hooting of an owl, echoed through the silent alley, carrying an endless chill that seemed to pierce the soul, sending shivers down her spine.
"Dongfang Wan'er, today is your death day!" The voice seemed to come from hell, each word like a poisoned arrow, aimed straight at Dongfang Wan'er. Dongfang Wan'er turned sharply, only to see a man shrouded in black robes slowly emerge from the shadows. His steps were slow and steady, each step carrying immense weight, an invisible pressure bearing down on her. His face was hidden in the darkness, his features obscured, only his eyes flashing with a sinister light, like two will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness, appearing particularly eerie against the backdrop of the black robes.
"Who are you?" Dongfang Wan'er stared at him warily, gripping her sword tighter. She could feel her palms sweating slightly, but her gaze showed no sign of wavering. Every nerve in her body was taut, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to unleash a fatal arrow at any moment.
"Hmph, you don't need to know, prepare to die!" Before the black-robed man finished speaking, he attacked instantly. His hands moved swiftly, unleashing an incomparably powerful internal force like a whirlwind towards Dongfang Wan'er. The force was like a tangible air current, stirring up dust and scattering street debris wherever it went. Dongfang Wan'er gritted her teeth. She knew her enemy was extremely powerful, but she showed no fear. She stood firmly on the ground, adopting a horse stance, her sword held horizontally in front of her chest, desperately resisting the powerful internal force. She secretly vowed that no matter what, she would find the mastermind behind this and protect the Prince's Mansion and Ye Jiuchen's safety, even at the cost of her life. In this life-or-death moment, her eyes revealed a resolute determination to die for the Prince's Mansion and Ye Jiuchen—a deep loyalty and protection.
Just as Dongfang Wan'er felt she was about to collapse, suddenly, a ghostly black shadow swept past with lightning speed. Everyone looked closely and saw that it was Ye Jiuchen who had arrived at the scene just in time! He landed lightly in front of Dongfang Wan'er, holding a gleaming longsword tightly in his hand.