Chapter 90: Into a Martial Arts Novel, Day 12

Chapter 90: The Twelfth Day of Transmigrating into a Wuxia Novel

"Watch out!" Yan Yu shouted sharply, his longsword instantly drawn, its blade gleaming brightly as he prepared to block.

The Jianghu wanderers' faces changed color as they struggled to muster their energy to defend.

Ling Fengyao's eyes narrowed, and he was about to act when he saw An Yi beside him move even faster!

An Yi saw it too—just as he expected, Yan Yu and the others had indeed died here in the original novel. The previous groups of Jianghu wanderers who failed to find the tunnel had instead escaped that fate.

But now that they had found the tunnel, they were nearly beaten into a pulp.

An Yi made his move. Instead of directly meeting the palm strike, he used subtle footwork, his form shifting like a ghost as he darted forward, narrowly evading the core of the palm's force.

At the same time, he formed a sword-finger, a faint yet pure chill gathering at his fingertips. Rather than attacking, he moved with lightning speed, pointing at several of Heroine Liu's vital acupoints.

The energy he used was not the sinister inner force of the Heart Erosion Art, but a purer, more frigid force generated by his ice ability, intended to temporarily seal her inner energy without causing harm.

Heroine Liu's movements faltered, her violent palm force suddenly cut off. The madness in her eyes receded, replaced by a fleeting look of confusion and pain as she murmured, "So... so cold... what kind of martial art is this?"

An Yi did not answer, simply releasing a slight pulse of energy from his fingertips.

Heroine Liu let out a muffled grunt and collapsed backward limply, caught just in time by An Yi.

An Yi glanced down at her, then told the group, "She's passed out from exhaustion and mental strain."

Ling Fengyao looked up at An Yi, his peach-blossom eyes flickering with complex emotions—surprise interwoven with curiosity, and a hint of unspoken interest. "Ayi, that technique of yours for subduing people... is really something."

He had long known An Yi was strong, but An Yi's martial arts were far more advanced than he had imagined!

Truly!

Truly amazing!

An Yi withdrew his hand and said flatly, "Forced by the situation, I had no choice."

His gaze swept across the cavern, finally settling on a corner of the stone bed—where an inconspicuous hidden compartment lay.

With a thought, his spatial ability silently activated. Within that compartment, a thin booklet was silently taken by him.

Yan Yu sheathed his sword, looking at An Yi with eyes full of astonishment and admiration: "Young Master An, your skills are amazing and your technique ingenious! To subdue this... senior so easily!"

He'd almost said "madwoman," but changed it to "senior" at the last moment.

The other Jianghu wanderers stared in stunned silence. They now looked at An Yi with awe.

If An Yi were to attack them, the odds were probably nine to one against them.

An Yi could kill them nine times in the span of a single breath.

Comments section:

"Holy crap!"

"Oh my gosh!"

"How is this new An Yi this strong?! (screaming)"

"From the male lead's showing, he's totally outclassed! (flaming)"

"Author, what are you doing? Isn't this supposed to be a male lead power fantasy? How can someone on the protagonist's team be stronger than him?! (anger)(anger)(anger)"

"This ruins the whole point of a power fantasy! I'm out!"

"I'm done reading!"

"If they ever get married and have a fight, won't the male lead just get beaten up?"

"Yeah, then An Yi would have it way too easy if he wanted to be abusive."

"But why would he want to commit domestic violence?!"

"..."

"....... (laughing in exasperation.jpg)"

"You people shipping them are everywhere... I'm so done."

"..."

An Yi: "..."

He was so done too.

Before An Yi could respond, the cavern fell silent, except for the heavy breathing of the group and the occasional sputtering of the oil lamp.

Then Heroine Liu's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The madness and emptiness in her eyes had faded considerably. Though deep weariness and confusion lingered, there was finally a hint of clarity.

She looked around blankly at the unfamiliar faces, felt the gentle yet unstoppable cold energy suppressing her inner strength, and registered confusion and wariness on her face—but no sign of attacking again.

Seeing that she seemed to have regained her senses, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their wariness eased slightly.

They exchanged glances, and one of them said, "Should we hand her over to the Li family?"

Another snorted, "Can they keep her under control?"

No one answered.

Soon, a Jianghu wanderer stepped forward and briefly recounted what had happened above ground—Lord Li's problems, the hidden tunnel, and the old nanny's tale—to Heroine Liu.

She listened quietly, her face expressionless, until she heard "Li family," "Young Master Li," and "heartless." Only then did her brow slightly furrow, and a distant, almost dreamlike look of confusion passed through her eyes. She murmured, "Li family... Young Master Li?"

Her voice was detached, as if she were hearing someone else’s story that had nothing to do with her.

Seeing this, Yan Yu felt a little relieved, but still, sticking to his sense of righteousness, he stepped forward with cupped hands and spoke in a sincere but slightly reproachful tone:

"Senior Liu, the past is past. Though the Li family wronged you, they ultimately do not deserve to have their entire family wiped out. Your martial arts are unmatched—Why hold on to old grudges and create more bloodshed? Perhaps..."

Before he could finish, Heroine Liu suddenly interrupted him, her voice hoarse but remarkably calm: "You say... I want to kill the Li family?"

She paused, that look of confusion deepening, and shook her head slightly, almost mockingly: "The Li family... what is that?"

At her words, everyone was stunned.

A faint smile tugged at An Yi's lips—he knew it.

Heroine Liu's gaze slowly swept across the cavern, over the accumulated dust, over the chaotic palm prints and markings she had left herself on the stone walls, and finally settled on her own withered hands. It was as if she were finally piecing together her fragmented memories, clarity and pain interwoven in her eyes as she whispered...

"So... I'm going crazy again. No wonder... I always feel groggy and out of it, often can't control myself..."

She felt the restless, chaotic power inside her that was about to devour her mind once more, then looked at the surrounding people on guard.

She suddenly gave a very faint smile, a smile filled with endless exhaustion and relief.

"Forget it... I've been mad for so many years. Enough."

She murmured to herself. Her gaze suddenly sharpened, and the icy internal energy that An Yi had been suppressing suddenly reversed and surged back in a desperate rush!

"Senior, don't do it!" An Yi sensed something was wrong and immediately tried to strengthen his suppression, but it was already too late!

Liu, relying on her last shred of sanity, forcibly severed her own heart meridian, which was already shattered!

Blood sprayed from her mouth. Her body crumpled, going limp, the light in her eyes died, and her breath ceased in an instant.

She would rather take her own life than fall into that endless madness again.

An Yi fell silent. In the end, it still turned out just like in the original story.

Inside the stone chamber, there was a dead silence.

No one had expected that things would end like this.

After a long while, someone sighed and said, "...She was a poor soul too."