After descending the mountain, my aloof fiancée became completely devoted to me.

A cold wind howled at the entrance to the secret passage, and footsteps and shouts were already close at hand in the corridor.

The black-robed pavilion master's sinister laughter pierced through the window, locking the second floor completely, turning the entire backyard into a prison.

Blocked from both sides, there was no way to retreat.

Su Qingyuan's pretty face tightened, her small hands gripping Lin Ping's sleeve tightly, her voice urgent: "There's no time to hesitate, hurry into the secret passage! If we delay any longer, we'll be completely surrounded!"

Lin Ping glanced down at the narrow entrance to the secret passage, then turned his head to look at the black-robed figure standing in the night outside the window.

The Bamboo Leaf Pavilion Master possessed a powerful aura, making him a true master cultivator, far surpassing the three outer guards from before.

Given his current state of severe injury, with fractured bones and completely destroyed cultivation, a direct confrontation would definitely lead to certain death.

But his eternal battle spirit has not been extinguished, and his experience in physical combat is unparalleled in all the heavens.

To keep him here, a mere mortal pavilion master is not qualified.

"You go first." Lin Ping's voice was cold and deep. He gently pushed Su Qingyuan away with one hand, then stood slightly to the side, steadily blocking the entrance to the secret passage.

His blood-stained white robes fluttered slightly in the wind. Despite his thin and haggard figure, he possessed an awe-inspiring presence that looked down upon the world.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a flurry of footsteps rushed up to the second floor.

Dozens of dark figures blocked the corridor exit, the crisp sound of blades being drawn echoed one after another, their cold light flashing, densely covering the entire passageway.

The leader was a middle-aged man in a black robe with a sinister face and black bamboo leaf patterns embroidered on his sleeves; he was an inner sect steward of the Bamboo Leaf Pavilion.

His gaze swept over the broken bathroom door, and a surge of malice rose in his eyes.

"How dare you trespass into the forbidden area of ​​my Bamboo Leaf Pavilion and cripple the people within! You are truly audacious!"

"A severely injured cripple dares to run rampant in Jiangcheng territory! Seize him! Break his limbs and take him to the Pavilion Master to confess his crimes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several elite cultivators rushed out simultaneously.

The martial arts internal energy surged, carrying a sharp wind, and the fist and palm moves were fierce and vicious, all aimed at Lin Ping's fatal wounds.

Some targeted his split right leg, while others aimed directly at his bleeding chest and abdominal knife wounds; their attacks were vicious and relentless, determined to kill him.

Su Qingyuan stood at the entrance of the secret passage, her heart clenching instantly.

These are the core elites of the Bamboo Leaf Pavilion, each a veteran of countless battles, far surpassing ordinary peripheral thugs.

Lin Ping is now critically injured; how could he possibly withstand the siege?

But the next second, what she saw made her pupils shrink.

Lin Ping slightly bent his legs, enduring the excruciating pain in his right leg, and suddenly spun around.

His body moved like a startled swan in the wind, dodging and weaving amidst a barrage of fierce attacks, precisely avoiding all the deadly moves.

There was no boundless spiritual power, nor any peerless martial arts technique.

Relying solely on pure physical strength and supreme fighting skills.

In the next instant, he swiftly reached out with one hand and grabbed the wrist of the cultivator at the front.

Click!

A sharp, piercing sound of bones cracking exploded out.

Before the cultivator could even scream, Lin Ping's elbow had already thrust out forcefully.

Bang!

A dull, loud bang echoed through the corridor.

The elite cultivator's chest caved in, blood gushed out, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the crowd and fainting on the spot.

One person is killed in an instant.

The remaining people's expressions changed drastically, and an extreme sense of dread arose in their hearts.

"Attack together! He's at his last gasp, severely injured and won't last much longer!"

Several people roared and surrounded him, their fists, feet, and blades falling all at once, sealing off all of Lin Ping's space to dodge.

Lin Ping remained expressionless, his eyes filled with indifference and coldness.

He had already weathered countless battles between gods and demons, mountains of corpses and seas of blood; these mortal cultivators before him were nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree.

He moved with incredible speed, engaging in close combat, his movements so fast they were just afterimages.

The palm strikes were swift and deadly, each move potentially fatal.

Snap, thud, boom!

The sounds of impact, cracking bones, and screams rose and fell in succession.

In just a few breaths.

The seven or eight elite cultivators who rushed up all fell to the ground, groaning in pain, their limbs twisted and broken, completely losing their fighting ability.

The entire corridor fell into an instant silence.

The scene of men in black lying haphazardly on the ground was extremely striking.

Su Qingyuan stared blankly at the tall, blood-stained figure, her heart filled with overwhelming shock.

Despite losing all his cultivation and being severely injured, he was still able to crush a group of martial arts elites.

Just what terrifying background does this man have?

The inner gatekeeper at the end of the corridor was deathly pale, his body stiff, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and terror.

"Who...who are you?!"

Lin Ping slowly lifted his foot, each step his right leg took was accompanied by excruciating pain, and blood dripped continuously down his trouser leg.

But his back remained straight as a spear, and his aura made the entire corridor feel cold and menacing.

He looked up at the trembling deacon, his voice icy and chilling.

"Bamboo Leaf Pavilion, you dare to stop me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lunged forward.

Before the butler could react, he precisely locked his throat and slammed him against the wall.

A dull thud resounded, and the wall trembled slightly.

The deacon's throat was being tightly choked, making it difficult for him to breathe. His eyes bulged out, and he struggled frantically with his hands and feet, but he couldn't move at all.

"The Pavilion Master is outside, right?" Lin Ping's eyes were deep, and his tone was devoid of any warmth.

The deacon nodded in terror, his survival instinct kicking in, his whole body trembling violently.

Lin Ping didn't bother to ask any more questions and exerted a little force on his wrist.

Bang!

A chop to the back of the neck.

The deacon rolled his eyes, collapsed to the ground, and fell into a deep coma.

Having dealt with all those who stood in his way, Lin Ping breathed heavily, his chest heaving as the pain of his torn wounds swept over his entire body.

He turned to look at Su Qingyuan at the entrance of the secret passage.

"Walk."

Su Qingyuan then came to her senses and quickly followed in his footsteps.

Without further hesitation, the two quickly entered the secret passage and sped through the narrow corridor.

Before long, they successfully broke through the secret passage and arrived deep in the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

The evening breeze rustled through the forest, completely isolating the noisy pursuit from the Bamboo Leaf Pavilion.

The crisis is temporarily over.

Lin Ping stopped and turned around.

He had escaped alone, shaking off the entanglement of the Bamboo Leaf Pavilion, but the slender figure behind him followed closely all the way, showing no intention of turning back.

Lin Ping frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Why are you following me? Go back."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyuan paused and looked up at him.

Moonlight filtered through the bamboo grove, falling on her delicate face and revealing a pair of clear yet mischievous eyes.

She straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, her tone frank and somewhat self-righteous.

"I can't go back."

Lin Ping's eyes narrowed slightly: "Why?"

Su Qingyuan sighed softly, raised her hand to brush away the stray hairs by her ear, and slowly explained the reason.

"Do you know that Liu Cang, the master of Bamboo Leaf Pavilion, has been raising me outside for many years?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Lin Ping's eyes as he waited for the next part to continue.

"I am his mistress whom he tacitly approves of outside relationships."

"Liu Cang has a wife who is fierce, domineering, and extremely jealous. She has long disliked me and has been making trouble for me at every turn."

"Today you went on a killing spree at the Bamboo Leaf Pavilion, crippling all his men, and making it known to everyone."

"Liu Cang is inherently suspicious, and he will surely blame me for all the mistakes, believing that I colluded with outsiders and led you into the forbidden area."

"His wife will definitely take this opportunity to cause trouble. If I stay at the Green Bamboo Tavern, I will surely die."

Su Qingyuan took a step forward, closing the distance between them, looked up and stared directly at Lin Ping, her tone both playful and serious.

"You trespassed into my home, destroyed my place of refuge, and cut off my escape route."

"So, you have to take responsibility for me."

Lin Ping was speechless for a moment upon hearing this.

We met by chance, it was just a casual encounter, and it was nothing more than a small favor to protect her once.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he ended up taking on a karmic burden for himself.