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Chapter 9 The Pretty Girl Downstream

"Mom~ I don't want to go back, I haven't had enough fun yet." Zhong Ling pouted, but obviously, this trick didn't work on Gan Baobao. She pushed her daughter's forehead and said, "Don't be silly, your father is seriously injured, and I can't take care of him by myself."

"Alright then." Since Gan Baobao had said so, Zhong Ling naturally had nothing to say. She could only pout and obediently agree. However, before leaving, she reluctantly walked up to Duan Yu and said goodbye, "Brother Duan, if you have the chance in the future, please remember to visit Ling'er in Wanjie Valley."

Is your surname Duan?

Sensing the presence of the element, Gan Baobao instantly rushed in front of Duan Yu, her gaze intense, and asked, "Young master, is your surname Duan? Who is your father?"

"Uh, my father... my father is Duan Zhengchun." Duan Yu remembered what Russell had said and realized that the beautiful woman in front of him was most likely his father's confidante. But he couldn't lie at this moment, so he had to tell the truth.

"Your father is Duan Zhengchun?" Upon hearing this, Gan Baobao's pale face flushed instantly. After a moment, she asked in a low voice, "Young Master Duan, how has your father been these past years? Has everything gone smoothly?"

Great!

Seeing Gan Baobao's shy and timid appearance, Russell's admiration for Prince Duan was as boundless as a surging river.

When he finally meets Prince Duan, he will beg him to open a class, and he will kneel down to listen.

After catching up, the mother and daughter left together, their figures gradually disappearing at the end of the mountain path.

Immediately afterward, Fu Yu also came to say goodbye with her three junior sisters. After watching Fu Yu and the others disappear from his sight, Russell also prepared to leave.

Upon realizing this, Duan Yu immediately approached with a fawning expression: "Young Master Luo, where are you going? Could you take me with you?"

He now knows the disadvantages of not having martial arts skills. He's uncomfortable wherever he goes. He's been on the verge of death these past few days, and it's all thanks to Russell's help that he's been able to escape danger time and time again. It's still more reliable to stay by the side of a big shot.

Russell glanced at him, somewhat amused: "You're not going back to Dali?"

Duan Yu replied matter-of-factly, "I finally managed to escape, and I haven't had enough fun yet!"

"Well done, that's what a good prince should be like!"

Russell gave a thumbs up, while Xu Fengnian and Li Xingyun silently gave a thumbs-up.

Although Duan Yu didn't understand why, he saw that Russell wasn't mocking him, so he just laughed along.

……

As dawn breaks, the mountains and forests awaken.

The mountain forest is lush and green, and the chirping of birds comes from deep within the foliage. Sunlight filters through the layers of leaves, casting dappled, shimmering spots of light on the winding, moss-covered path, like scattered gold dust.

The water murmured, and not far ahead, a clear, shallow stream meandered through the rocky beach.

"Phew... At this rate, we should see Stone Buddha City by noon at the latest." Duan Yu plopped down on the stone steps, wiping his forehead with his sleeve and panting.

The scenery on the mountain was indeed beautiful, but the road down was difficult to travel. Fortunately, the town would be coming soon, and he would have to take a good bath then.

"Yes, if it weren't for that prince taking three steps and resting two, admiring the scenery, and reciting a few bad poems, we would probably be at the border of the Song Dynasty by now, wouldn't you say?" Russell said irritably as he walked past Duan Yu.

This was the third day since they left the Shennong Gang. According to his original plan, they should have been having breakfast at the inn by now.

"Oh, Brother Luo, don't worry about these details. The most important thing on a journey is the scenery along the way," Duan Yu said, his ears burning slightly at Russell's words. He chuckled and pointed to the stream ahead, then got up and jogged over, saying, "Alright, alright, I won't argue with Brother Luo. I'll go wash my face by the stream and clear my head. Brother Luo, hurry up and follow me."

However, Duan Yu's plans never keep up with changes. He only ran two steps before his gaze suddenly froze, and he stopped running.

In the middle of the stream, a mass of ink-black liquid is flowing downstream.

It was a woman dressed in black, floating face up on the water, her long hair swaying like scattered seaweed.

"Brother Luo! Brother Luo! Quickly, save him!" Duan Yu hurriedly turned around and exclaimed.

Russell looked in the direction Duan Yu was pointing and his heart skipped a beat.

[The host has come into contact with the story character Mu Wanqing (Qing). The current causal connection is 0%, triggering a lottery draw. Do you wish to draw now?]

Mu Wanqing? What's this girl doing here?

Russell was puzzled at first, then a look of realization dawned on his face.

He remembered that in the original story, Mu Wanqing was surrounded by Granny Rui and Granny Ping, who were sent by Madam Wang. She was only able to escape thanks to Duan Yu's rescue. Now that Duan Yu hadn't gone, it was a complete disaster.

But speaking of which, why didn't Zhong Ling's family of three trigger the lottery, while Mu Wanqing's side reacted immediately? Is this lottery based on identity or plot focus...?

Without a second thought, Russell lightly touched the slippery stone surface with his toes, and the Six Void Flowing Skill was activated naturally. His figure swept across the stream, leaving only a few very shallow ripples on the water.

He bent down and reached out, his long arms stretching out lightly, to grab the other person's waist. He then lifted them up, taking them out of the water. With a twist of his waist, he flipped in mid-air and landed steadily on the dry grass on the shore. His movements were fluid, clean, and efficient.

Her face was covered by a black veil, which was soaked with water and clung to her face, outlining the shape of her delicate nose and tightly pursed lips. Her eyes were closed and her breath was so faint that it was almost imperceptible. Only the extremely slow rise and fall of her chest proved that she was still alive.

His clothes were torn in many places, and his exposed skin was covered with crisscrossing wounds, mostly sword wounds with the skin and flesh rolled back at the edges. There were also arrow wounds on his shoulder blades and waist.

The most shocking sight was a wound on her left shoulder, seemingly inflicted by a barbed weapon. The flesh was torn open, revealing glimpses of bone, and the surrounding skin was purplish-black. The blood had long since been diluted by the stream, but the gruesome nature of the wound was still chilling.

Duan Yu arrived huffing and puffing. Glancing at Mu Wanqing's injuries, his innate love for his daughter kicked in, and his brows furrowed deeply. "Hiss! What grudge could she possibly hold against a weak woman like this? Absolutely inhuman!"

Russell crouched down and lifted her veil to prevent her from suffocating. He then carefully examined her injuries and checked her pulse and carotid artery.

"Yes, after checking the pulse, it was a situation he couldn't handle." He decisively turned to Duan Yu and asked, "Do you know medicine? Detoxification, medication, bone setting, and pulse repair?"

"Brother Luo, what nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly have medical skills?" Duan Yu's eyes widened. After so much time had passed, Russell still had such unrealistic expectations of him?

"That's troublesome, I don't know how either." Russell lifted Mu Wanqing up in his arms, temporarily using his internal energy to stabilize her injuries, and asked, "Is there any clinic nearby?"