Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1032 - 1030: Ambush? No Way!

Feng Qingshui, leading his men, dashed out of the main hall in confusion.

Events overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

One after another, leaving no room to respond.

No wonder the hundreds of thousands of guests, the Xuan Clan members—even Feng Qingshui, usually composed, was flustered and at a loss.

Marriage kidnapping, assassination, fainting, reversal...

Images passed through his mind like a slideshow.

"Move aside! All of you, move aside!"

Fully armed soldiers in heavy armor carved a path with an imposing presence.

The streets became chaotic, erupting like chickens and dogs running loose.

The ordinary people, unaware of the happenings, were jostled to the roadside, looking bewilderedly as a large contingent of soldiers raced past.

"What's happening? Wasn't today Mo Yunsheng's wedding?"

"These soldiers seem to be heading towards the city gate."

"Terrifying, they must be going to capture someone."

"It must be a very urgent matter. Quickly disperse and don't be spectators, it's too frightening!"

The soldiers were ordered to invite Lin Fan back!

Invite!

Not kill!

They looked at Feng Qingshui in confusion, only to find his expression equally perplexed.

Back in the main hall, what exactly did Lin Fan say to the Clan Leader to cause such a change in attitude?

As for Yi Tianqiu's whereabouts or if it related to Jing Niang's fainting, and why Jing Niang fainted—these were not his concern, nor could he spare the concern.

He only cared about Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's matters were directly tied to whether he could avenge his son.

And Mo Chen's attitude was crucial to his revenge.

Given the current situation, it seemed difficult.

Mo Chen repeatedly instructed them to show respect and make sure Lin Fan was invited back.

"Report, Elder Feng, no sign of Lin Fan found."

Suddenly, a soldier reported, interrupting Feng Qingshui's thoughts.

"Hmm..."

He snapped back, eyes cold.

"Continue the pursuit."

"Yes!"

The soldiers quickened their pace once more.

Feng Qingshui watched the soldiers' backs, eyes half-closed, deep in thought.

...

Meanwhile.

Lin Fan and Su Qiong had already traveled nearly fifty miles outside the city gate.

Why hadn't anyone caught up yet?

Could Mo Chen have become stubborn, unable to comprehend the situation?

Or did Yi Tianqiu's treatment method work? Impossible.

Just as he pondered.

Su Qiong's soft cheek rested against his shoulder, pulling Lin Fan's thoughts back.

"Brother Lin Fan, I'm so glad you came. Do you know how difficult these three years have been for me without you? I constantly thought of you, to the point of madness. But you never appeared. You know, I once felt utterly desolate, entirely hopeless."

Suddenly, Su Qiong raised her head, her eyes radiant, conveying a fleeting look.

"But fortunately! Fortunately you finally appeared. Now I feel so happy... truly happy..."

As she spoke, her head snugly nestled against Lin Fan's shoulder, a sweet smile blossoming on her lips.

Lin Fan tenderly stroked her fragrant hair, smiling, "I would never let you marry that fool Mo Yunsheng. He just wants to use you to ascend to Lower Heavenly Venerate. You're not a tool, you're the Princess of the Barbarian Clan, and you're my woman."

Su Qiong's cheeks flushed with a shy smile.

"It feels so unreal now... All of this seems like a dream..."

"It's not a dream, Qiong'er. I will take you away from the Xuan Clan, never to return again."

Su Qiong smiled softly, gazing into Lin Fan's eyes, gently saying, "I know, and I believe you. But... don't you still have unfinished business? Shall we wait for a while?"

Lin Fan was taken aback.

"How... how did you know?"

"You keep looking back every few steps, even a fool could see you have something on your mind!" Su Qiong laughed, snuggling in Lin Fan's embrace, savoring the long-absent warmth and scent. "Don't worry, I'll stay by your side. Because I believe in you."

Lin Fan was deeply moved.

He hadn't told Su Qiong, fearing she'd be averse to returning to the Xuan Clan.

Along the way, he pondered how to broach the subject.

He worried Su Qiong would become angry, resist, yet he wondered why Mo Chen hadn't sent anyone yet.

Caught between dilemmas, embroiled in contradictions that almost split his personality.

Now with Su Qiong's proactive suggestion, he felt liberated.

He cherished Su Qiong's understanding, intelligence, and empathy, lightly caressing her face, gazing at her cherry lips, unable to resist kissing them.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The sound was as soft as a mosquito!

Yet they came with ferocity, slicing through the air towards Lin Fan's nape!

A murderous aura!

Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes, pressing Su Qiong's head down, their bodies bending!

Simultaneously.

Three sharp arrows grazed past their scalps, severing a lock of Su Qiong's hair!

Lin Fan's gaze was like a sword, sharp and fierce!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Three more sharp arrows followed!

This time Lin Fan had ample time to prepare.

Golden light burst forth! The Xuanyuan Sword emerged!

Without even a glance, he turned and slashed diagonally!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The arrows, swift as lightning, were split in half and fell to the ground.

The patterns on the arrows were merely Xuan Clan's insignias.

"Brother Lin Fan... how could this…"

"Don't be afraid, Qiong'er. I won't let them harm you."

Lin Fan's gaze was intense, coldly staring ahead, gently protecting Su Qiong behind.

Has Mo Chen lost his mind? Sent people to kill me?!

Is my message not clear enough? Only I can save his wife!

Or perhaps...

Lin Fan squinted slightly, lips curving into an enigmatic smile.

Footsteps surged like tides, fiercely approaching!

Dust and stones flew, kicking up a cloud of yellow earth!

Lin Fan coldly sneered, judging by the commotion, many were coming.

"Surround him!"

With a roar, a figure emerged from the swirling dust.

It was Feng Qingshui!

Lin Fan guessed it right.

"I knew it would be you."

Feng Qingshui remained expressionless, exuding murderous intent.

A terrifying aura spread around him, raising yellow sand, like a demon from Hell descending.

Dust covered his face.

Rendering Lin Fan unable to clearly see Feng Qingshui's face.

He glanced around. Nearly a hundred armed soldiers encircled him, each brimming with killing intent, fierce and sinister.

An inevitable fierce battle!

"Bringing such a crowd to kill me?"

"Enough talk."

Feng Qingshui's voice was icy, even slightly trembling. He seemed unwilling to banter, neither allowing Lin Fan to utter much.

"Do they all know Mo Chen sent you here for what?"

Feng Qingshui's eye twitched slightly.

Lin Fan nodded thoughtfully.

"It appears they know, yet these individuals are your confidants, willing to risk lives, even betray the Xuan Clan. Admirable!" Lin Fan clasped his hands, mocking with a playful tone.

Feng Qingshui's face turned livid, remaining silent.

Initially, he intended to carry out Mo Chen's order.

But if Lin Fan cured Jing Niang, he'd become Mo Chen's treasured guest, the Xuan Clan's most esteemed visitor!

The hatred over his son's death would never be avenged!

This was more unbearable than death!

Thus, he decided to strike first and ambush Lin Fan.

As long as Lin Fan was dead, all would end!

Later, he could concoct any excuse to cover up.

For these soldiers, none dared defy his words, because disobedience only led to one outcome—death!

As the wind blew, dust flew up.

Beneath the yellow sand, some soldiers' faces were exposed, eyes unclosing even in death.