Chapter Seven: The Ambush!

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“Ying’er! You must show the proper respect to Master Thirteen!” Yang Xun scolded sternly. Throughout the journey, his daughter had been giving Chen Xuan cold looks, though he couldn’t understand what Chen Xuan had done to offend her.

“I don’t respect him at all. He’s not worthy!” Yang Ying’er snorted, causing Yang Xun to feel an immediate headache.

[Notification: Yang Ying’er’s Favorability -2]

Chen Xuan, who had slipped away with Xu Ruolan into a small grove, suddenly heard a system alert in his mind.

“That damn girl, what did I do to offend her?” Chen Xuan was somewhat speechless.

Fortunately, they had arrived at a quiet grove, deserted in all directions.

“Husband, turn around and don’t peek at me,” Xu Ruolan coquettishly said as she stepped beneath a tree.

“Alright.” Chen Xuan nodded and obediently turned his back to her.

Xu Ruolan was momentarily taken aback. Was this man really so honest?

Little did she know, Chen Xuan’s mind was far from her; he was scheming on how to raise Yang Ying’er’s favorability, which was already in the negatives.

“Husband, don’t sneak a glance back, it makes me shy,” Xu Ruolan teased tentatively.

“Don’t worry.” Chen Xuan made a gesture indicating ‘no problem,’ while inwardly thinking, I have the Enchantress Whip!

Though it could only be used once a day, it increased favorability by five points.

Maybe I could use the Enchantress Whip on Yang Ying’er directly?

No, that would require some private time with her.

But Yang Ying’er guarded against him as if he were a thief, so there was no chance for them to be alone!

Perhaps I should try the Enchantress Whip on Xu Ruolan first?

At that moment, Chen Xuan heard the sound of water flowing.

His thoughts momentarily wavered. Xu Ruolan was indeed a beauty—fair-skinned, delicate features, and she knew how to captivate men. Any normal man would be involuntarily tempted.

“Chen Xuan, oh Chen Xuan, you must not make a mistake!” he silently reminded himself. If he were to do such a thing, it would take at least half an hour. The escort agency and Li Xiuning’s group would be waiting that long—while the escort agency might not mind, all the women’s favorabilities from Li Xiuning’s group would certainly plummet into the negatives!

“Husband, what are you thinking about?” Just as Chen Xuan suppressed his impure thoughts, a faint fragrance reached his nose. Xu Ruolan had somehow moved to his side.

Her eyes held a trace of grievance, surprised that Chen Xuan had truly not peeked even once.

Is he just too discerning? Or have I lost my charm?

“Turn around,” Chen Xuan suddenly said.

“Huh?” Xu Ruolan was stunned. “Here?”

Chen Xuan nodded; where else could it be?

“Husband, isn’t this a bit too soon?” Xu Ruolan’s face flushed with shyness, but obediently turned around, arching her hips and closing her eyes, adopting an attitude of complete submission.

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Chen Xuan felt a surge of wicked desire rising in his lower abdomen.

Without hesitation, he produced the Enchantress Whip and lightly struck Xu Ruolan’s round, firm buttocks.

[Notification: Xu Ruolan’s Favorability +5]

“Hmmph…” Xu Ruolan let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushed. “Husband, I see you like this, huh?”

She waited expectantly for Chen Xuan to act again.

After a long moment with no movement, curiosity got the better of her, and she opened her eyes to find Chen Xuan already waiting at the exit.

“Husband, what’s this?” She was stunned. Was it over already?

“Let’s go. Everyone’s waiting for us.” Chen Xuan cleared his throat.

Xu Ruolan was dumbfounded. That scoundrel actually resisted touching her? Could something be wrong with him?

Within less than half an incense stick’s time, they returned to the convoy.

“Master Thirteen, so soon?” Yang Xun was surprised, then realized his slip and quickly covered his mouth.

“Let’s keep moving.” Chen Xuan shook his head, unwilling to explain.

“All right, everyone, stay alert! Let’s move out!” Yang Xun quickly issued orders. Everyone packed up and continued.

Meanwhile, less than a mile away from their group, thick bushes lined the roadside.

Within them, figures lay in ambush.

“Second Boss, they’re here!” A slender, beggar-like man hurried into the bushes, addressing a one-eyed man.

“Good. We’ve been waiting in this godforsaken place for a day and a night, finally trapped this brat!” The one-eyed man stretched and grinned fiercely. “Everyone listen up! Get ready to strike!”

“Wait!” Yang Xun suddenly raised his hand, signaling the convoy to halt.

“There’s something wrong here!” Chen Xuan furrowed his brow.

Along the way, there had been the usual noises of insects and animals, but here, it was eerily silent.

Not a single bird could be seen.

Strange circumstances always hint at danger!

Even Chen Xuan noticed the anomaly, and Yang Xun, a seasoned escort master, immediately sensed something was off.

Whoosh—

Pfft!

Suddenly, an arrow shot out and struck a burly escort beside Yang Ying’er in the neck.

The sharp arrow pierced his throat, spraying a fountain of blood.

Some of the blood splattered onto Chen Xuan’s face!

“Ambush!” someone shouted.

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The escort team was no stranger to danger and reacted instantly. A shout rang out.

Yang Xun bellowed, “Protect the women first!”

The escorts quickly surrounded Chen Xuan and the women in the carriage, drawing their large blades and vigilantly scanning for the direction of the arrows.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Suddenly, arrows rained down like a torrential storm from the trees beside the road.

“Ambush! Everyone, be careful!” Yang Xun’s face darkened, his anxiety mounting.

Just as feared, danger had come.

He had thought they were only at the outskirts of the outlaw mountain, so there would be no threat yet—the real danger lay deeper inside.

But unexpectedly, they were attacked right at the edge.

Chen Xuan’s expression was cold and resolute. Although their situation was perilous, he knew that in moments like this, one must remain calm and composed.

Yet, he wondered if these attackers were sent by Chen Tian.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Arrows continued to pour down endlessly. The escorts had no shields and could only swing their blades to deflect some of the bolts, but the sheer number was overwhelming.

“Ah—” agonized screams pierced the air.

Many were struck by arrows, wounded severely.

Some were hit in vital areas and died instantly.

The white horse beneath Yang Ying’er was spooked and wounded by several arrows, throwing it into a frenzy.

“Father, save me!” Yang Ying’er’s face went pale with terror, her delicate features drained of color. Panicked, she desperately pulled the reins, but the frightened horse was out of control, impossible to tame.

“Ying’er, be careful!” Yang Xun’s eyes reddened as he gripped his blade, ready to rush to his daughter’s aid.

But the endless rain of arrows made it impossible to reach her.

Whoosh!

A thick, crimson arrow shot straight toward Yang Ying’er’s chest.

This arrow was unlike the others—faster and more precise—clearly fired by an expert. It was the one-eyed second boss, aiming to kill Yang Ying’er outright.

“Father!”

In an instant, the shadow of death loomed over Yang Ying’er like a gathering storm. She watched helplessly as the red arrow sped toward her, locked in on her with no escape.

“Ying’er!”

Yang Xun’s pupils contracted sharply.

He wished to throw himself forward to save her, even at the cost of his own life.

But the arrow’s speed was too great.

There was no time; it was too late.

“No!”

Yang Xun let out a tortured roar.

Yang Ying’er was left in utter despair.

Even with a father who was a fourth-level martial artist, no one could save her now. Only death awaited.