Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1101 - 1099: You Must Come Back Alive
The Fifth Sword Emperor was caught off guard, stammering, "Ningxiang, you... when did you..."
Lin Fan was somewhat calm.
This matter would eventually come to Mo Ningxiang's knowledge; paper cannot wrap fire forever.
He sighed deeply, avoiding Mo Ningxiang's shocked and puzzled gaze.
"Uncle Fifth... Lin Fan brother... what's going on? My father, what happened to him?"
Mo Ningxiang's voice trembled, her eyes blankly staring at the two, feeling as though the world was spinning, her body swaying as if she might fall at any moment.
The Fifth Sword Emperor quickly stepped forward, supporting Mo Ningxiang and helping her to sit down on the stone bench.
"You, see for yourself..."
One wave had barely settled before another rose.
Truly a troublesome autumn.
He placed the invitation he received before Mo Ningxiang, turning his back, unable to bear seeing her tears.
Mo Ningxiang's bright eyes brimmed with tears, swirling in her sockets, ready to fall at any moment.
Yet she bit her lip, forcedly looking at the invitation.
"Mo Yunsheng... Clan Leader Ceremony..." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
She murmured the words on the invitation, each word stabbing into her heart like a knife.
"Uncle Fifth, what does this mean? How did my cousin become the clan leader? Where is my father? Why did he relinquish his position?"
The Fifth Sword Emperor's body trembled slightly, but he remained silent.
Seeing no answer from him, Mo Ningxiang turned to Lin Fan.
"Lin Fan brother... tell me... you said my father... my father died... is it, true?"
Her body and voice both began to tremble violently.
Utterly heartbroken, gutted.
Tears became uncontrollable, flooding from her eyes like a broken dam, endless.
Lin Fan looked with utmost concern, gently reaching out to wipe away the tears on Mo Ningxiang's cheeks.
But as soon as he wiped them away, new tears streamed down once more.
Lin Fan's expression was somber, gazing directly at Mo Ningxiang, nodding gently.
Bang!
Like being struck by thunder, Mo Ningxiang felt as though her body was hit by lightning, her internal organs rolling, a strong urge to vomit surged, her mind went blank.
Grief penetrating the liver and spleen.
"Lin Fan brother... you knew all along, didn't you..."
Mo Ningxiang's voice was as faint as a mosquito buzzing, weak and light to the extreme.
Her complexion had turned pale as paper, devoid of blood. She was still worried about Lin Fan and Diwu Yun'er earlier, not expecting such an impactful blow to herself so soon.
"I..."
Lin Fan initially wanted to explain, but the more he explained, the more it was like salting Mo Ningxiang's wound.
"Yes, learned from Mo Qian, but unsure of its truth."
However, Mo Ningxiang did not hear the latter half.
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
Mo Ningxiang abruptly halted her tears, her eyes cold, speaking word by word, calmly.
But this was merely the calm before the storm.
She suddenly stood up from the stone bench, her ghostly white face flushed red all the way to her neck, her taut body trembling fiercely, as if a beast was about to leap out from inside her.
Insanity!
Violence!
Fury!
"Then why didn't you tell me?! Why?!"
A burst of roaring, hysterical, hoarse, eliciting pity.
Lin Fan's face showed guilt, sitting motionlessly before Mo Ningxiang, letting her roar at him.
Even as Mo Ningxiang raised her hand, making the gesture to slap him, Lin Fan remained still.
Mo Ningxiang was furious!
She raised her arm high, staring directly at Lin Fan, tears springing forth.
Countless emotions tangled and intertwined within her.
Lin Fan's face slowly blurred, and suddenly the darkness descended, her body sinking heavily.
Silent for a long while.
Lin Fan awaited the slap but saw Mo Ningxiang had collapsed instead.
He quickly reached out, holding Mo Ningxiang in his arms.
"Little Princess, Little Princess."
Calling twice, there was no response from Mo Ningxiang.
Lin Fan hastily infused her with Spiritual Power, fearing Mo Ningxiang might suffer bodily harm from excessive grief.
He lifted Mo Ningxiang, coldly asking the Fifth Sword Emperor, "Where's the room?!"
The Fifth Sword Emperor still hadn't responded, staring blankly.
"Where's the room?!" Lin Fan shouted again, roaring like thunder.
The Fifth Sword Emperor suddenly came to his senses.
"Follow me."
Mo Ningxiang was ultimately okay, her body was too exhausted, unable to withstand the shock of the bad news, so she fainted.
Under Lin Fan's care, her complexion gradually became rosy, her breathing and pulse became stable.
Only then did Lin Fan stand up, gazing at Mo Ningxiang, and quietly tiptoeing out of the room.
Outside the door.
The Fifth Sword Emperor and Ah Fu were waiting for him.
"How is she?" The Fifth Sword Emperor asked anxiously.
"She's fine, her body has stabilized, and now she's asleep."
"That's good."
The Fifth Sword Emperor let out a long breath, looking toward Lin Fan.
Seeing him frowning tightly, his expression extremely serious, faintly exuding a hint of murderous aura.
He couldn't help but ask.
"And what about you?"
"Me?" Lin Fan asked, puzzled.
"What do you plan to do?"
"Naturally, I have to find out what's happening."
Lin Fan replied without hesitation, earnestly.
"Alone?"
"Of course."
The Fifth Sword Emperor was shocked by Lin Fan's calm composure, somewhat looking at him with new eyes.
To be noted.
The Xuan Clan is currently a Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave, setting a heavenly net waiting for Lin Fan to return.
Moreover, it was likely Mo Yunsheng and Dongmen Nu joined forces, a coalition of the two young geniuses of the Sumeru Continent to kill a single person.
This is unprecedented.
Once Lin Fan sets foot in the Xuan Clan, he's likely to face death, an irretrievable situation.
The Fifth Sword Emperor, for a moment, didn't know what to say.
Whether to discourage Lin Fan or to encourage him.
He couldn't make up his mind.
He was unwilling to witness such a young person losing life in vain, but Lin Fan's predicament with Diwu Yun'er and the unresolved matter of the Xuan Clan left him worried, especially with Mo Chen's uncertain fate.
After a brief silence, the Fifth Sword Emperor was about to speak.
Lin Fan spoke first.
"Sword Emperor, the upcoming journey is extremely dangerous. Here, I apologize to you in advance."
"What do you mean?"
"I am aware this journey is perilous, uncertain if I'll return alive. If death befalls me, I fear I cannot avenge Diwu Yun'er as promised earlier, and I hope the Sword Emperor will pardon me."
Lin Fan smiled faintly, his face devoid of tension or confusion.
The Fifth Sword Emperor paused, then smiled.
"If I don't return, I'll have to trouble you, Sword Emperor, to handle this personally. Shennong Clan, Yi Tianqiu."
Lin Fan mentioned the names, bowing slightly, then turned to leave.
"Young Master Lin!"
The Fifth Sword Emperor suddenly called out, his address subtly changing.
"I forgot to mention something, I was impulsive and hot-tempered in my youth, causing many troubles. In my current age, I most fear encountering such trouble, eager to avoid it. Therefore, I am reluctant to seek vengeance, but Yun'er's vendetta cannot be ignored, hence..."
He suddenly looked at Lin Fan, his eyes shining, a slight lift at the corners of his mouth.
"You must come back alive."
Lin Fan smiled, nodding lightly.
In a flash, his figure vanished.
