[The Allure of the Martial Soul] Chapter Eight: On the Mountain of the Blind Gut

Chapter Eight: On the Mountain of the Blind Gut
Qin Sidao, fearing Lu Xiting would catch up from behind, forcibly squeezed out his true energy from his dantian,
carrying Zidie in his arms as he ran swiftly. As he rounded a sharp bend, he suddenly heard Zidie cry out urgently, "Young Master
, you've made a mistake! That's where the Holy Banner's elite troops are stationed! You can't go that way..."
Qin Sidao said "Oh," and with a large stride, a swirling gust of wind rose from behind his tattered, blood-stained clothes as he
sped off in the opposite direction. Unexpectedly, Zi Die in his arms cried out in fright, her pretty
face turning pale. She waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "Young Master, stop! Young Master, stop! You can't go there! The palace masters have set up a
Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation there. If you go there, you'll never be able to get out safely after taking just one step."
Seeing that he couldn't go anywhere, Qin Sidao felt a surge of panic. He quickly stopped,
spun around in his arms with Zi Die in his arms, using the momentum to dissipate his forward momentum, and said breathlessly, "Ah Die, we can't go anywhere
, so how are we supposed to escape from the palace..." Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through the wound on his right shoulder, his body
trembled, and he involuntarily grimaced slightly.
In his earlier exchange with Lu Xiting, Qin Sidao had already calculated the size and
length of Lu Xiting's Tianlun Sword. This was his first move, employing the Nine-Nine Finger Severing Sword Technique. With unparalleled speed, he wove
a seemingly real yet illusory sword net with his pale gold sword, intending to capture Lu Xiting in one strike.
However, unexpectedly, after three exchanges, Lu Xiting's eyes widened, and his wrist suddenly dipped.
A half-inch of ice formed on the blade of his azure Tianlun Sword, piercing his own shoulder. Fortunately, Qin Sidao, a seasoned swordsman
, saw the slip in Lu Xiting's wrist and seized the opportunity. He skillfully sliced upwards, circling Lu Xiting's sword-wielding hand.
Both men, having injured each other with a single strike and then being wounded themselves, were greatly surprised and immediately withdrew their swords,
retreating in unison.
The two men were only slightly injured and should have only needed to stop the bleeding. However, Qin Sidao ignored the bleeding and let it
flow freely without restraint. He forcefully gathered his true energy and ran at high speed along the road. When the pace of his running suddenly
stopped, the wound on his shoulder could no longer bear the weight and burst open.
Zi Die, who had been nestled in Qin Sidao's arms, saw that his shoulder was now stained crimson with blood, yet he
stubbornly endured it, pretending nothing was wrong as he held her. A pang of pain shot through her heart. She thought to herself, "He killed
for me, and he was injured for me. If he hadn't met me, Sidao wouldn't have betrayed his sect and ended up in this
difficult predicament. Zi Die, Zi Die, you've caused him so much trouble!"
Her thoughts mirrored her words, and she was deeply moved, almost bursting into tears.
Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, gazing at Qin Sidao with tender affection. Her delicate hands gently touched the bloodstained spot on his right shoulder, and she said apologetically, "Sidao,
I was so worried about you. Does your shoulder still hurt? If it does, please put me down.
I can walk by myself."
Although Qin Sidao was still in danger, hearing Zi Die's words, he felt a surge of emotion.
He was the happiest person in the world, and at the same time, he secretly made up his mind: "No matter what, I must
get A-Die out of here, no matter the cost, even if it means death, I will not be afraid." Thinking this, he smiled, shook
his head, and said softly, "It's alright, what is this little injury? A-Die, don't worry about me."
Seeing that he was determined not to let her go, Zi-Die felt a surge of warmth amidst her heartache. She wrapped her arms around him,
nestled her head in Qin Sidao's arms, pressed her fair and delicate cheeks tightly against his chest, feeling
the rhythm of his heartbeat, and said tenderly, "Young Master is the best person in the world to A-Die. A-Die really
wants to lean on Young Master's chest for the rest of her life, listening to Young Master's tender heartbeat, until the end of time, until the sea dries up and the rocks crumble.
If there is an afterlife, A-Die will definitely find Young Master no matter what!"
"Silly girl!" Qin Sidao was deeply moved and hugged the beautiful woman in his arms who was as soft as water and had such deep affection for him
.
The two whispered sweet nothings and embraced for a long time when suddenly they heard someone behind them chuckle in a low voice, "What
time is it? You two still have time to talk about love? You certainly have a lot of leisure time!"
"Ah, behind us! Young master, hurry to the second path on the left!" Zi Die exclaimed.
But Qin Sidao didn't turn around. Suddenly, he pushed off the ground with his right foot, lifted Zi Die up with agility, and leaped onto
a wall beside him. He ran along the path on the roof tiles, shouting from time to time, "A-Die, where are we going now?"
As the two disappeared into the distance, a person suddenly emerged from behind the wall. This person, with thick eyebrows and wearing a brown robe, was none other
than Lu Xiting.
It turned out that he had intended to let Qin Sidao go as soon as he learned that Qin Sidao was Chu Yumo's disciple. However, he was proud and
aloof and did not want Qin Sidao to feel grateful for his kindness. So he pretended to be tough and forced
Qin Sidao to run away. As expected, Qin Sidao fell for the trick and ran away. He wanted to leave, but he was afraid that the silly boy was unfamiliar with the area and
would wander around the treacherous Cold Moon Palace. So he started to follow and secretly provided cover from behind, diverting many
Cold Moon Palace disciples who wanted to give chase. Later, when he saw the two stop, he immediately hid himself. When he saw the two showing their true feelings
and saying some sweet words, he was also reminded of his own sad memories and couldn't help but shed tears.
But Lu Xiting, tears
streaming down his face, cried out to the heavens, "Since ancient times, life has been filled with passionate folly; this sorrow has nothing to do with the wind or the moon." With that, he flicked his sleeve, his figure suddenly soaring into the sky like a dragon,
leaping across the rooftops several times. A sliver of azure sword, faintly visible from his sleeve, drew a blue arc in the air,
silently following the two figures.
Meanwhile
, Qin Sidao, guided by the purple butterfly in his arms, ran the right path. After a long while,
he finally emerged from the vast palace. Unaware that someone was following him, he slowed his pace and concealed his journey.
Qin Sidao tiptoed along, letting out a soft sigh, "Thank heavens, we've finally escaped
the Cold Moon Palace!"
But the purple butterfly in his arms shook its head, saying, "Young Master, you mustn't be careless. Although we've left the Cold Moon
Palace, we're still on Blind Intestine Mountain. This mountain is teeming with Cold Moon Palace spies and informants. If we're careless even for a moment..."
" If they discover our whereabouts, it will be extremely troublesome. A little further on is a precipice. Only after crossing
the iron chain bridge above that precipice will we be truly safe."
As she spoke, a slender hand gently stroked Qin Sidao's blood-stained pale cheek, and she said tenderly, "A-Die,
just thinking about being able to stay with you, my lord, fills my heart with boundless joy. Sidao, you must never betray
A-Die!"
"I understand!" Qin Sidao nodded, looking solemnly at Zi-Die in his arms, and said, "Sidao is truly blessed to
have A-Die by my side in this life. I, Qin Sidao, swear to the heavens that if I ever betray A-Die, may I be
struck by lightning and die with ten thousand swords piercing my heart."
After he finished swearing, Zi-Die in his arms had already opened her eyes wide, tears streaming down her face, but these tears were different from usual
—they were tears of happiness.
Just as Zi Die was feeling touched, Qin Sidao suddenly stopped. She looked up and
saw two blurry figures standing across a lush, verdant mountain path. Upon closer inspection,
she saw Zhang Siwu with a wicked grin, staring hatefully at her, while Zhu Qingtian sat beside him, his face ashen
, his dark eyes gleaming with a menacing light.
"Zhu…Palace Master…" Zi Die cried out, her face pale.
Seeing Zi Die's trembling body and pale face, Qin Sidao immediately gripped her hand tightly, saying
, "Ah Die, don't be afraid, I'm here!"
He then slowly drew a pale gold soft sword from his waist and began to walk forward step by step.
Qin Sidao had only taken two steps when Zhu Qingtian's old face instantly turned gloomy and terrifying. He
chuckled, "Brother Qin, since you're leaving, why take the maids from my palace with
you?"
Qin Sidao didn't answer. He clutched the trembling Zidie tightly in his left arm, his right hand gripping his sword to protect his chest, and
walked past Zhu Qingtian and Zhang Siwu as usual. "Brother Qin, are you really just going to leave like this?" Zhu Qingtian 　　asked in a low, sinister voice,
his eyes fixed straight ahead . 　　 Qin Sidao still didn't answer, holding Zidie in his arms, head held high, walking forward. 　　 "Palace Master Zhu, why are you wasting your breath on this traitor? Just kill him!" 　　Zhang Siwu, who had been standing silently beside Palace Master Zhu, could no longer contain himself. His face contorted with rage, he jumped out 　　and pointed at Qin Sidao's back, shouting. 　　 Zhu Qingtian remained silent upon hearing this, only chuckling coldly. Seeing that Zhu Qingtian was still unmoved, Zhang Siwu 　　grew increasingly anxious and added fuel to the fire, saying, "This brat is born vindictive. If Palace Master Zhu 　　doesn't kill him today, he'll surely come back for revenge when his martial arts are more advanced 　　." 　　 It should be said that Zhu Qingtian was the one whose love was stolen, and Zhang Siwu's words, coincidentally, 　　struck a chord with him. Zhu Qingtian's brow furrowed, and he immediately... Displeased, he turned and glared at 　　Zhang Siwu, then closed his eyes and said, "Brother Qin, I've asked you twice, and you haven't answered. 　　Fine, I'll ask you a third time now—are you really planning to leave like this?" 　　 As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening boom resounded. 　　A crater the size of a basket was blasted open less than three feet from Qin Siwu's feet, several dozen feet away, sending dust billowing into the air. 　　 (To be continued 　　 )

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