Transmigrating into the world of Jade Dynasty, I was targeted by the female lead in a reverse romanc

Dazhu Peak, in front of Shoujing Hall.

Tian Buyi was pacing back and forth in the open space in front of the hall, his hands behind his back. His chubby face was expressionless, but his brows were furrowed.

Su Ru stood under the eaves, looking at the horizon, unconsciously twirling a bamboo leaf in her hand.

"It's already this late, where has that sixth kid gone off to again? I told him not to keep running down the mountain..."

Tian Buyi stopped and snorted.

Su Ru glared at him: "Say less. Xiao Chuan knows what's going on; something's probably holding him back."

Even so, there was worry in her eyes.

At this time of day, Xiao Chuan would usually be back, pestering Lao Qi for food or teasing Ling'er.

Just then, the two of them sensed something at the same time, and suddenly looked up, gazing towards the southeast.

A streak of azure sword light was hurtling through the air at an astonishing speed.

"This is..." Su Ru asked in confusion.

The sword light flew to the sky above Dazhu Peak in the blink of an eye, then dimmed and landed on the open ground in front of Shoujing Hall.

The woman in blue landed gracefully, holding someone in her arms.

When Tian Buyi and Su Ru saw the person who had come in and the person in her arms, they both froze.

"Junior Sister Xueqi..." Su Ru exclaimed in surprise, but before she could finish speaking, her gaze fell on the blood-soaked, lifeless figure in Lu Xueqi's arms, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Tian Buyi's chubby face jiggled, his small eyes widened, and he rushed forward: "This is... Xiao Chuan?! What happened?!"

He reached out to take it, but Lu Xueqi turned to the side and avoided it.

His voice was urgent and rapid, with a slight panting that was unusual for him: "Uncle-Master Tian, ​​Uncle-Master Su, Senior Brother Jiang is seriously injured and needs immediate treatment!"

She carried Jiang Xiaochuan and ran straight toward the corridor where the disciples lived. Her steps were quick and steady, and her light blue skirt brushed the ground, not caring at all that it picked up dust and grass clippings.

Tian Buyi and Su Ru exchanged a glance.

Tian Buyi stomped his foot, and his fat body surprisingly nimbly followed. Su Ru also lifted the hem of her skirt and quickly chased after him.

The sixth room on the right side of the corridor.

Lu Xueqi stopped in front of the door and kicked it open, even though it wasn't latched.

The room was simply furnished with a bed, a table, and a chair.

Lu Xueqi placed Jiang Xiaochuan on the bed, then stepped back half a step to make room for him.

Tian Buyi rushed to the bedside and bent down to check on the patient.

In just one glance, all the color drained from his fat face.

Jiang Xiaochuan's moon-white Taoist robe was almost soaked in blood, which had congealed into dark red lumps. It was torn in many places, revealing gruesome wounds underneath. In some places, the flesh was rolled up. Although it was no longer bleeding, it was still a shocking sight.

"Chuan'er..." Su Ru covered her mouth, her eyes instantly reddening, her voice choked in her throat.

Tian Buyi extended his slightly trembling hand and placed it on Jiang Xiaochuan's wrist to check his pulse.

As his spiritual energy probed in, his expression grew increasingly grim and unpleasant.

Multiple meridians were damaged, and the internal organs showed signs of rupture and subsequent healing, but the healing was extremely rough, like...

Even more frightening is...

Tian Buyi moved his hand to Jiang Xiaochuan's left chest and pressed it down.

No. Nothing at all.

There was no pulse, no heartbeat. Only a deathly coldness seeped through his clothes and flesh to his fingertips.

Tian Buyi's hands were shaking violently.

He looked up at Lu Xueqi, his eyes bloodshot: "Junior Nephew Lu, what... what happened? He... he..."

Lu Xueqi pursed her lips and quickly repeated what Lin Jingyu had said.

"A demonic monk? The divine monk Puzhi from Tianyin Temple? Possessed by demons?" Tian Buyi pondered these words, his eyes sharpening.

"The man in black who summoned the lightning, Junior Nephew Lu, are you sure that's what the child said?"

Lu Xueqi nodded: "That's what the young man said. I've already had two young men wait at the foot of Tongtian Peak and sent a message to my senior brother to come and meet us."

Tian Buyi took a breath, his chubby face showing a mixture of emotions.

He shook his head, temporarily suppressing the turmoil in his heart, reached into his robes, and pulled out a warm, smooth jade bottle. He uncorked it, and a bitter, mellow medicinal fragrance wafted out.

He poured out three bright orange pills, about the size of longans.

"Not easy! Three pills are too many! The medicine is too strong, Xiao Chuan can't take it..." Su Ru exclaimed.

"We can't worry about that now! His heart meridian... his breathing is so weak, we need to keep him alive first!" With that, he pried open Jiang Xiaochuan's mouth and stuffed the large pill into his mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and an unnatural flush appeared on Jiang Xiaochuan's face.

Tian Buyi closed his eyes, and a massive amount of spiritual energy flowed into Jiang Xiaochuan's body, protecting his remaining vital energy and channeling the violent medicinal power.

He could sense that an extremely cold and sinister force was lurking in Xiao Chuan's chest, clashing with and consuming the medicinal power of the Da Huang Dan.

He opened his eyes and looked at Lu Xueqi: "Junior Nephew Lu, thank you for sending Xiaochuan back. Things are complicated here, so you should go back to Xiaozhu Peak first, so as not to worry your master."

Lu Xueqi stood still, her gaze fixed on Jiang Xiaochuan's pale and quiet profile, looking at his hair, which was stuck together in strands of blood, and at the wounds on his body.

She asked, "Uncle-Master Tian, ​​when will Senior Brother Jiang wake up?"

Tian Buyi shook his head, his face showing deep exhaustion: "I don't know, his injury is too strange... You should go back first, I'll have Ling'er inform you if there's any news."

Lu Xueqi glanced at the person on the bed again, then lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions in them.

She took a step back, bowed to Tian Buyi and Su Ru, her posture still upright. Then she turned and walked out of the room.

Reaching the door, she paused, turned her head, glanced at the bed, lingered for a moment, then stepped away, her light blue figure quickly disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

Su Ru walked to the bedside, sat down, and gently wiped the bloodstains from Jiang Xiaochuan's face with a clean, damp cloth dipped in warm water.

Her movements were gentle, yet tears still streamed down her face.

"It's not easy... Xiao Chuan... he..." Su Ru choked out.

Tian Buyi grasped her hand, squeezed it tightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't panic, they're still alive. As long as they're alive, there's hope. I'll go to Tongtian Peak first; the sect leader must have already summoned those two children."

He glanced at his unconscious disciple again, gritted his teeth, turned around and strode away.

The room fell silent, save for Su Ru's suppressed sobs and Jiang Xiaochuan's faint breathing.

……

Lu Xueqi returned to Xiaozhu Peak, and it was nearly dusk.

Xiaozhu Peak appears even more secluded and cold than Dazhu Peak. Her dwelling is located deep in the bamboo forest, in a simple bamboo hut.

Pushing open the door, the furnishings inside were even simpler: a bed, a table, a chair, a meditation cushion, and a sheathed longsword hanging on the wall. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

She went inside and belatedly looked down at her clothes.

The hem, cuffs, and front of the light blue dress were stained with several dark red stains.

That was blood, Jiang Xiaochuan's blood. It had dried, turning into a dull brown, sticking to the soft fabric, particularly glaring.

There were also mud spots and dust.

Lu Xueqi has always been fond of cleanliness; her bamboo house is spotless, and her clothes are always clean and new.

If she gets even a tiny bit of grass on her sword while practicing, she immediately brushes it off.

To her, even a tiny stain was more unbearable than being stabbed three times.

But today, as she carried that blood-soaked, dying person all the way from Tongtian Peak back to Dazhu Peak, she didn't even notice.