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Chapter 129 Deeply Deceptive Tactics
As night quietly fell, the inn in Fengqiao Town was shrouded in moonlight, its tranquility tinged with an eerie solemnity.
Inside the guest room, Han Yi sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and concentrated, circulating his spiritual energy to consolidate his cultivation. His breathing was steady and long, as if he had already forgotten about Su Yao watching him closely outside the room.
Su Yao sat on a chair in the outer room, her posture unchanged, but her eyes betrayed her exhaustion. The Ice Soul Sword lay across her lap as she gently stroked its blade, her gaze occasionally sweeping towards the closed door, her mind a jumble of thoughts.
On one hand, her sect's strict orders were still in her ears, and the matter of the Netherworld Forest had to be explained. Han Yi was the "key" she needed to escort back. On the other hand, her experiences today, especially when they fought side by side against the Blood-Robed Man, Han Yi did not kill her and even helped her repeatedly. This made her feel complicated feelings towards this so-called "culprit," and he was no longer just a simple enemy.
Lu Xuefeng hesitated in the courtyard for a long time before finally carrying a pot of hot tea and several plates of snacks. He carefully entered the house and first bowed respectfully to Su Yao.
"Senior Sister Su, it's late. Please have some food so you won't feel bored during this long night." Su Yao glanced at him, her expression indifferent, but she didn't refuse. She took the teacup and sipped it lightly.
At this moment, Han Yi's door creaked open, and he strode out with his hands behind his back. Seeing Lu Xuefeng and Su Yao like this, he curled his lips and said, "Oh, Junior Brother Lu is quite considerate. What, are you afraid that Fairy Su will go hungry so that she will have the strength to capture me?" His teasing words were tinged with a hint of unruliness. His gaze lingered on Su Yao's face for a moment, and seeing that she looked unwell, a trace of pity welled up in his heart again.
Upon hearing this, Su Yao stood up abruptly, pointing her sword at Han Yi: "Stop talking nonsense. I will guard you tonight, and tomorrow I will take you back to the sect to report on everything here. You'd better not try anything funny."
Han Yi helplessly shrugged and walked to the stone bench in the courtyard. After sitting down, he took out a jade bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill, and asked Lu Xuefeng to give it to Su Yao.
Su Yao was about to refuse, but then she heard Han Yi casually say something.
"She won't eat it, so bring it back. I'll feed it to the dog later?"
"You..." Su Yao's beautiful face showed a hint of anger, and she was about to slash him with her sword, but due to her unhealed injuries, she spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I advise you to take that pill. Don't wait until I take the opportunity to run away for the dog. You won't have the strength to catch me then."
"Don't be so tense. You'd better take your medicine quickly. If I really want to run, do you think you can stop me? You might as well take this opportunity to heal your injuries. Your spiritual energy fluctuations are quite weak."
Su Yao was hit where it hurt, but she stubbornly said, "Don't worry about it, I'll handle it myself." But even so, she still swallowed the pill, sat down silently, and circulated her spiritual energy to regulate her breathing, though she still kept an eye on Han Yi's movements out of the corner of her eye.
As night deepened, the moonlight, like water, spilled across the courtyard of the post station.
A chilling surge of spiritual energy emanated from outside the town, seeping in silently like wisps of black thread.
Han Yi was the first to notice, and he flashed to the courtyard gate with a solemn expression. Su Yao also stood up, drew her sword, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Han Yi. The two exchanged a tacit glance, both seeing wariness in each other's eyes.
"Looks like trouble has come knocking on our door!" Han Yi muttered, a fireball already gathering in his hand, ready to be unleashed.
Su Yao drew her Ice Soul Sword, its blade gleaming even colder: "Hmph, I'll kill them one by one, without hesitation."
In an instant, several dark figures scaled the wall and entered, their forms like ghosts, surrounded by black mist, obscuring their faces, yet emanating a pungent, bloody stench.
Without a word, they charged straight at Han Yi and Su Yao, their attacks ruthless and deadly.
Han Yi unleashed a torrent of fire, transforming into fiery serpents to defend himself, while Su Yao's swordsmanship was fierce, her sword shadows flying as she slashed at the shadowy figure.
After a fierce battle, the shadowy figure, though difficult to deal with, gradually lost ground under the combined attack of the two.
Just as the fierce battle was raging, a hidden arrow shot towards Su Yao's back. Han Yi caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and, without thinking, lunged forward to shield Su Yao from the arrow. The arrowhead pierced her flesh, and blood gushed out.
"Han Yi!"
Su Yao exclaimed in surprise, her eyes filled with tenderness. She wielded her sword with even greater ferocity, instantly killing the person who had fired the hidden arrow.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining shadowy figures tried to escape, but Han Yi endured the pain and shouted loudly, and his true fire condensed into a cage, trapping them and burning them to ashes.
As the crisis receded like the tide, the courtyard returned to calm, with only the acrid smoke and bloodstains remaining as testaments to the danger that had just occurred.
Han Yi's face was pale, and blood gushed from the wound in his left chest, staining a large area of his clothes red. He was also swaying precariously.
Su Yao's face paled, and she rushed over, grabbing Han Yi's right arm. She scolded him, "You fool, why did you save me? If I died, wouldn't that be just what you wanted?"
Han Yi forced a weak smile and joked, "How could a man like me bear to let a beauty perish!"
Although it was said in a joking tone, Su Yao felt a mix of emotions upon hearing it.
Han Yi was hit by the Soul-Sealing Nail. In addition to killing people, it has another powerful effect: it can forcibly seal the spiritual power and soul of the person hit by the nail. The person hit by the nail will become a useless cripple for forty-nine days.
Su Yao carefully helped Han Yi back to his room, afraid that any mishap would worsen his injuries.
Once inside the room, she quickly settled Han Yi on the bed, took a deep breath to calm herself, but her hands were still trembling uncontrollably.
Her gaze fell on Han Yi's wound, her heart clenched, and she reached out to pull out the nail, but withdrew it after seeing it clearly.
"This...this is a Soul-Sealing Nail?"
His clothes were stained crimson, but he gestured for Su Yao to step aside, indicating that he could handle it. The green ivy appeared, injecting a surge of life energy that quickly stabilized Han Yi's injuries.
"Cough cough!" After coughing twice, Han Yi spat out a mouthful of blood. Su Yao, who had her back to him, quickly turned around to support him.
Han Yi stumbled forward weakly, but a pair of delicate hands caught him.
"Are you... are you alright?" The two were now practically touching, and Han Yi, shameless as ever, kept leaning against her.
"This is very bad!" Han Yi said.
Seeing this, she gently and carefully helped him to the bedside, a stark contrast to the fierce and resolute manner she displayed when she drew her sword against him in the past.
While Han Yi appeared weak and closed his eyes, he was secretly laughing to himself, thinking that his "bitter trick" had worked. He glanced at Su Yao's anxious expression out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.
In the following days, Fairy Su forcibly took on the responsibility of taking care of Han Yi. This action made Wang Weiwei and Tuoba Xun'er very unhappy. They also wanted to take care of Han Yi, but because someone's strength was far superior, they could only swallow their anger.
Sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with warmth and coziness.
Every day, Su Yao would get up early and carefully brew nourishing soup, then bring it to Han Yi's room, only feeling at ease after watching Han Yi drink it.
Han Yi leaned back in a deck chair in the courtyard, leisurely eating snacks, occasionally teasing Su Daxianzi, "Get some peaches to eat!"
"Han Yi, don't go too far!" It was the middle of spring, so where would peaches be? Fairy Su was about to lose her temper.
"Can you take care of them? If you can't, go cool off somewhere else. I don't even want them." He provoked her, and Su Yao was about to leave in anger when he said that. Then he changed his tone again and said, "Hurry up and leave. I've heard that you famous families are a bunch of people who don't know how to repay kindness. Today I've seen it for myself."
Upon hearing this, Su Yao was so angry that she wanted to take her sword and chop him down, but he solemnly clutched his chest and cried out in pain, with the Soul-Suppressing Nail still stuck in his heaving chest.
As Lu Xuefeng and the others passed by the door, they peeked inside. They were all full of doubts and whispered among themselves, but dared not disturb them. They could only leave quietly with a belly full of suspicion.
Time flies, another week has passed, and Han Yi is still suppressed by the Soul-Suppressing Nails, like a useless person who cannot muster any spiritual power.
Wang Weiwei had to leave home a few days ago because she couldn't bear to watch Su Yao monopolize Han Yi with her own strength, so she decided to leave temporarily to avoid seeing her.
The rest of the people were also dismissed by Han Yi. Only the Thirteen Heroes of Soul Chaser, Lu Xuefeng, and Tuoba Xun'er remained with Han Yi. Of course, Su Da Xianzi, who served as the top leader, would not leave either.