Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

"Sizzle—!"

The dull thud of a blade slicing through flesh rang out, and a huge gash was ripped open inside the giant python's mouth, from which black blood gushed forth like a fountain.

The giant python let out a deafening hiss of pain, and its struggling strength suddenly decreased.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Feng landed, picked up the snow lotus, and staggered towards the light at the cave entrance without looking back.

Behind them, the giant python struggled and crashed against the rock wall with tremendous force.

Lin Feng ran desperately, his wounds reopened, and blood splattered all along the way.

My consciousness began to blur, and I was sustained only by sheer willpower.

It can't fall... Qingyi is waiting... the snow lotus... must be delivered...

Finally, before he completely lost consciousness, he saw the shimmering waves of the Green Pool and the solitary lamp in front of the bamboo house.

"Fairy...Snow Lotus..."

He collapsed in front of the bamboo house, still clutching the glistening snow lotus tightly in his hand.

The old woman hurried out, and when she saw his miserable state, a look of emotion flashed in her eyes.

She helped Lin Feng up and dragged him into the bamboo house.

When Shen Qingyi saw Lin Feng, who was covered in blood and unconscious, tears welled up in her eyes.

"How...how is he?"

"He won't die."

The old woman carefully placed the snow lotus into the jade bowl, then used a silver knife to draw cold spring water from the pool and began to decoct the medicine.

"Girl, remember tonight," she suddenly said.

"There aren't many people in this world who would risk their lives for you. If he can live, don't let him down."

Shen Qingyi nodded heavily, tears streaming down her face.

"The medicine is ready."

Fairy Lengyue carried the bowl to the bedside and said to Lin Feng, "Help her up."

Lin Feng struggled to get up, carefully lifting Shen Qingyi's upper body so she could lean against him.

Shen Qingyi has fallen into a deep coma.

The Cold Moon Fairy scooped up a spoonful of ointment and gently fed it into her mouth.

After feeding her, Fairy Lengyue untied the cloth strip from Shen Qingyi's shoulder, revealing the hideous wound.

"Congested blood in the chest obstructs the lung vessels. It is necessary to use acupuncture to stimulate acupoints, supplemented by guiding qi to expel the congested blood."

The Cold Moon Fairy took out a flat jade box from her bosom, opened it, and inside were dozens of silver needles of varying lengths and as thin as cow hair.

She took out a three-inch-long silver needle, heated it over a candle flame, and then, at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, pierced Shen Qingyi's chest and back with forty-nine needles.

Then she sat cross-legged in front of the couch, placed her hands lightly on three inches above Shen Qingyi's chest, closed her eyes and concentrated.

Suddenly, Shen Qingyi opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood!

"The bruising is coming out!" Fairy Lengyue's eyes lit up, and she increased the pressure with both hands.

Dark red, foul-smelling blood began to slowly ooze from the wound on Shen Qingyi's shoulder.

After about an incense stick's time, the blood flowing from the wound turned bright red.

"The blood stasis has been cleared, and the lung meridians are unblocked. His life has been saved."

Cold Moon Fairy wiped the sweat from her forehead and said to Lin Feng.

"But she lost too much blood and her vital energy was severely depleted. She needs to rest for more than a month. These three days are the most critical and she needs to be watched over at all times to prevent a relapse."

"Thank you so much for saving my life, fairy!" Lin Feng knelt down with a "plop" and was about to kowtow.

"Get up." Fairy Lengyue waved her hand, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"I saved her partly because of her injuries, and partly... because of your kindness."

Cold Moon Fairy glanced at him, turned around and left the bamboo house, closing the door behind her.

The room quieted down, with only the occasional crackling of the charcoal fire and Shen Qingyi's even breathing.

"Qingyi," he whispered, his voice hoarse, "you must take good care of yourself."

Shen Qingyi seemed to sense something in her sleep, her brows furrowed slightly, she mumbled an "hmm" and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Lin Feng stood guard like that, and after an unknown amount of time, weariness washed over him like a tide.

When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the bamboo window, casting dappled shadows in front of the couch.

She had woken up sometime earlier and was now looking at him quietly with her eyes open.

"Qingyi!" Lin Feng exclaimed in surprise, bending down to take her hand. "You're awake? How are you feeling?"

"I'm much better." Shen Qingyi smiled weakly at him.

"Young Master Lin," Shen Qingyi looked at him, her eyes filled with worry, "this mess is far too deep. You..."

"Once the arrow is released, there's no turning back." Lin Feng grasped her hand.

"Qingyi, there are some things I need to figure out. But you don't need to get involved anymore. Once you've recovered, I'll send you back to Jinling, you..."

"I won't reply," Shen Qingyi interrupted him, her tone calm yet firm.

"Lin Feng, Qingyi threw herself into that mess at Ciyun Nunnery. From that moment on, Qingyi was determined to wade into this muddy water. If you want to investigate, I'll investigate with you. If you want to search, I'll search with you. Whether she lives or dies, Qingyi has no regrets."

She called him "Lin Feng," not "Young Master Lin."

Lin Feng's heart trembled violently. Looking into her clear and firm eyes, his throat tightened.

After a long silence, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "Okay. Let's do it together."

On the fourth day in Xishan, Shen Qingyi was able to get out of bed and walk slowly.

Lin Feng helped her walk along the pond. Sunlight filtered through the bamboo forest, casting dappled shadows.

Suddenly, a strange laugh came from deep within the bamboo forest:

"Hahaha! Cold Moon Old Lady! You were hiding here in peace and quiet, but I've been searching high and low for you!"

His laughter was rough and loud, so powerful that it shook the bamboo leaves to fall.

Lin Feng's eyes sharpened, and he shielded Shen Qingyi behind him, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

An old man with white hair and beard but a ruddy complexion, wearing a patched gray Taoist robe, was riding backwards on a small donkey, swaying and turning out from the bamboo forest path.

The old man was about seventy or eighty years old, but he was very energetic, with a pair of bright eyes. He was holding a gourd of wine in his hand and was tilting his head back to gulp down the wine.

"You old drunkard, what brings you here again?"

Cold Moon Fairy emerged from the bamboo house, her face expressionless, but Lin Feng keenly caught a fleeting glimpse of complex emotions in her eyes.

"Hehe, I missed you!"

The old man jumped off his donkey, wobbled over, and approached Fairy Lengyue with a grin.

"After all these years, you're still angry with me? Look how old I've become, don't you feel any pity for me?"

"Get out." Fairy Lengyue turned and walked into the house.

"No!" The old man grabbed her sleeve with lightning speed.

"I finally found you, let's say a few words! Hey, who are these young people? Your apprentice?"

He looked at Lin Feng and Shen Qingyi, his eyes darting around.

"It's none of your business." Fairy Lengyue shook him off, her voice cold and hard.

"How is it unrelated?" The old man's eyes lit up as he pointed at Lin Feng.

"This kid has good potential; he's got the makings of a martial arts practitioner! Hey, kid, what's your name? Who's your master?"

Lin Feng clasped his hands in greeting: "Junior Lin Feng greets senior."

"Lin Feng...what a good name!"

The old man stroked his beard, looked him up and down, and suddenly his figure blurred, and he was already in front of Lin Feng, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder!

The movement was incredibly fast. Lin Feng instinctively dodged to the side, but the old man's hand followed like a shadow, about to strike him—