Chapter 1233: Chapter 1232: One Boar, Two Bears, Three Tigers

One pig, two bears, three tigers!

When Yun Qingyao saw it was a giant wild boar coming at her, she was so terrified that her soul was half gone. Without time to think, she turned and ran with whatever strength she had left.

The tragic part was, she had already exhausted her physical strength. As she ran, the piercing sensation in her dantian grew more intense. If she kept running like this, her injury would likely worsen, and damage to her dantian would be unavoidable.

The six-hundred-pound Wild Boar King, upon seeing the frail woman before it, was extremely excited and charged at Yun Qingyao. Truly worthy of being above both bears and tigers, its speed was astonishing.

In her current state, Yun Qingyao had no chance of outrunning the Wild Boar King. She glanced back, seeing it already upon her. In desperation, she jumped aside without a second thought, immediately losing her footing and falling down a slope that was there unexpectedly.

Yun Qingyao uncontrollably rolled down the slope.

Bang!

Yun Qingyao ended up at the bottom, crashing into a fallen tree trunk, finally stopping. All she felt was intense pain throughout her body, with cuts on her limbs and body, but compared to the pain in her dantian, these were nothing.

"Ah!"

The excruciating pain in her dantian made Yun Qingyao scream. It felt as if her dantian was being twisted by knives, a feeling she remembered too well. Instantly sensing disaster, she touched her dantian, realizing the Silver Needle was gone. It must have fallen out as she rolled down.

It’s over!

Her first thought was, it’s over.

At this point, she didn’t need the Wild Boar King to end her; she was doomed anyway. For normal injuries, she could endure, but this was a dantian injury, beyond mere endurance. Mostly, it was out of her control, and she didn’t know what could be done.

People tend to fear things they can’t control, and Yun Qingyao felt the same now. Faced with a six-hundred-pound Wild Boar King, she could still try desperately to escape, but against the pain in her dantian, she was powerless, just waiting for death. The fear from her dantian now exceeded the fear from the Wild Boar King.

If the pain in her dantian continued, the result might be the loss of her cultivation, rendering her a cripple.

Becoming a cripple was even more unacceptable than death.

At this moment, Yun Qingyao regretted it.

There was no time to hate Lin Fan, or rather, she couldn’t afford to hate Lin Fan. She was only worried about her condition, regretting leaving Lin Fan, or rather escaping from Lin Fan’s grasp, now realizing it wasn’t a good thing after all.

Since falling into Lin Fan’s hands, Yun Qingyao had been determined to escape, wanting to flip the situation. She wasn’t willing to be under Lin Fan’s control, nor did she want to be dragged back to the Yun Sect by him, feeling it would be shameful and disgraceful to her family.

She did everything to escape, ultimately succeeding in leaving Lin Fan, but the outcome was completely unexpected.

Li Xiangshui, who was managing business for the Yun Sect, had been killed. The killer’s identity was unknown, and Yun Qingyao’s plan to leverage Li Xiangshui’s influence for a counterattack fell apart. With worries for the Yun Sect, avenging Lin Fan had to be set aside.

She needed to return to the Yun Sect quickly to address the more pressing issue, which was the matter of Li Xiangshui.

However, her damaged dantian and the Wild Boar King’s threat had driven her into a corner.

She began to regret escaping from Lin Fan’s grasp. Maybe it was a mistake, no, it was a mistake.

She shouldn’t have left Lin Fan. In hindsight, taking Lin Fan back to the Yun Sect might not have been a bad idea, as he would inevitably find Yun Sect anyway.

In this moment, Yun Qingyao regretted it. A thought surfaced in her mind: if only Lin Fan were here.

If only Lin Fan were here.

This thought surprised Yun Qingyao, yet it felt so natural.

Just half a day ago, she would never have had such a thought. Her only mission was to escape from Lin Fan, with plans for a counterattack afterward.

But as she trudged arduously through the forest, this thought kept surfacing, making her realize that leaving Lin Fan might have been a mistake.

Until this moment, the thought appeared naturally.

But when she had this thought, Lin Fan was not here, and perhaps she might never see Lin Fan again.

Lin Fan was an enemy to her. She never imagined she’d ever hope for Lin Fan’s presence beside her. How could she harbor such a dependent thought toward Lin Fan?

And yet, now she craved desperately for Lin Fan to appear. Previously, she feared Lin Fan catching up, but now she hoped he would.

The problem was, Lin Fan most likely couldn’t catch up to her. She had employed every possible means to prevent him from doing so, racking her brains to shake him off.

Her goal was achieved; she did shake off Lin Fan.

It’s quite ironic that she now regrets having shaken off Lin Fan. It’s quite a slap in the face, but she has no time to dwell on this self-contradiction. Right now, she just wants to survive.

The Wild Boar King didn’t spare her just because she rolled down the slope. It chased after her like a boulder, barreling down the slope, charging at her furiously.

Yun Qingyao’s pupils contracted tightly.

She instinctively wanted to avoid, but the sharp pain in her dantian stopped her. She found herself powerless, unable to move despite her strong survival instincts. It was due to her dantian injury; the Silver Needle had grazed off when she rolled down, and her dantian acted up, rendering her unable to move.

All she could do was watch, wide-eyed, as the six-hundred-pound Wild Boar King, like a giant stone, charged at her.

This Wild Boar King was about to end her life in seconds. In her current state, she could not, was in no way able to withstand the Wild Boar King’s terrifying charge.

Not to mention her current state—even with her cultivation intact, at full strength, Yun Qingyao wouldn’t want to be hit by such a boar. As a martial artist, she was indeed very strong, much stronger than ordinary people, but that didn’t mean she could endure a mad charge from a six-hundred-pound Wild Boar King.

This Wild Boar King’s current charge was comparable to an off-road vehicle with the pedal to the metal. Who dares to take that head-on with just their body?

Yun Qingyao now had no escape, only able to watch the berserk wild boar come crashing down. She wasn’t going to die from her dantian injury; she was going to die from the boar’s impact first.

In this final moment, what was Yun Qingyao thinking?

It’s said that what a person thinks in their dying moments is honest, untainted by deceptions toward others or themselves.

Like a dream, seeing the six-hundred-pound Wild Boar King about to collide with Yun Qingyao, just in the nick of time, Yun Qingyao suddenly felt a sensation of floating.