Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1244 - 1242: Ningxiang, Please Give Me a Chance to Make Amends!

"Report!"

The group hadn't had a chance to exchange pleasantries.

A tense and frantic voice pierced the joy of their reunion.

Lin Fan, Mo Ningxiang, Feng Qingshui, and the Fifth Sword Emperor all looked towards the main hall door.

Feng Qingshui frowned deeply, and his face immediately darkened after seeing the messenger.

The messenger was a small soldier.

Specifically providing the latest news from the border.

Seeing the appearance, expression, and actions of the soldier, Feng Qingshui had a bad premonition.

Feng Qingshui stopped conversing immediately, and quickly stepped forward.

Shouted sharply.

"What's going on?"

The soldier fell to one knee, his expression panicked and flustered, forehead covered in bean-sized sweat beads.

"Heavenly Clan... Heavenly Clan..."

He was out of breath, his face pale.

"What happened with the Heavenly Clan?!" Feng Qingshui couldn't hold back his urgency and shouted angrily.

"Heavenly Clan army is pressing on the border!"

"What..."

Feng Qingshui was stunned, an electric shock ran straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, paralyzing his body.

"So fast... how can it be so fast..."

Although he was mentally prepared, the sudden actions of the Heavenly Clan army still shocked him.

Lin Fan, Mo Ningxiang, and the Fifth Sword Emperor listened, also tightly furrowing their brows, exchanging glances, their expressions turning solemn.

The reaction of the Heavenly Clan was simply too quick!

Lin Fan and Mo Ningxiang had just returned to the Xuan Clan and hadn't had the chance to sit down for a rest yet.

The Heavenly Clan army at the border had already received information and launched an offensive.

This was giving the Xuan Clan no chance to catch their breath!

Unexpected, yet reasonable.

Lin Fan thought Dongmen Buju would act quickly, but didn't expect it this fast.

Such swift action only had one explanation.

To push the Xuan Clan onto a dead end.

Furthermore.

Not giving any other Ancient Clans the chance to react.

In other words.

Not allowing the Xuan Clan any chance for help or alliance!

At this moment, probably no one expected Dongmen Buju to act, everyone thought they would take a temporary rest.

Yi Shengtang, Su Yuankun, Qing Lin, Xuanyuan Ding had probably just returned to their respective Ancient Clans, or like them hadn't had a chance to sit down or had just sat down for a rest.

They absolutely wouldn't have received the news of the Heavenly Clan attacking the Xuan Clan.

As it stands.

The Xuan Clan was in a situation of having to fight alone.

Thinking about defeating the Heavenly Clan army relying solely on the strength of the Xuan Clan was extremely difficult.

It could even be said to be impossible.

Lin Fan's brows knit tightly, his breathing becoming heavy. His mind was racing, seemingly thinking of a way to solve the present problem.

However.

One breath!

Two breaths!

Three breaths!

...

A full hundred breaths!

He remained motionless, yet couldn't think of any solutions.

Feng Qingshui was also bewildered.

Standing dumbly like wood, dumbstruck.

After a long while.

The messenger finally broke the silence.

"Old Feng... what... what should we do?"

Feng Qingshui gasped to regain his composure.

"How many are there on the other side?"

"At least... millions..."

As those words came out, the soldier's voice quivered.

"Millions..." Feng Qingshui repeated, his body involuntarily swayed.

The entire border's Xuan Clan soldiers, even combined, wouldn't reach millions.

Yet the opposing side easily exceeded millions.

And there was still the possibility of further increases.

The Xuan Clan was already at the end of its resources.

Hundreds against millions.

Just the numbers were already incomparable, not to mention other aspects.

This was not a battle.

This was completely a naked massacre.

Feng Qingshui took several deep breaths.

The dark clouds remained on his face, but his aura steadied.

Eyes burning with fierce anger, flashing with murderous cold glints, striking fear into hearts.

He turned around.

Faced Mo Ningxiang with fists cupping and saluting.

"Clan Leader! The border urgently needs this old man, please allow this old man to personally go to the border to command the battle!"

Feng Qingshui's body was tense.

His gaze and tone carried a spirit of risking life, a touch of grandeur in his grey hair and long beard.

Making one infinitely sorrowful.

Mo Ningxiang's heart trembled, as if struck, heavy enough to make breathing difficult.

"Old Feng..."

She wanted to say something but was interrupted by Feng Qingshui decisively.

"Please allow it, Clan Leader!"

Actually.

Mo Ningxiang knew as well.

The border needs Old Feng, the Xuan Clan needs Old Feng.

But.

Given his age, should Old Feng go to the battlefield, unforeseen circumstances might occur.

Mo Ningxiang was considering precisely this point.

She can't lose Feng Qingshui, the Xuan Clan can't lose another general.

A trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

"Old Feng, I think..."

"To die for the Xuan Clan, I am willing! Protecting the Xuan Clan, protecting the Clan Leader is my duty as Feng Qingshui. If at this time I don't step forward, what meaning does my life have?"

Feng Qingshui's eyes twitched fiercely, speaking sternly and seriously.

The eyes continuously emitted murderous intent.

Seeing Mo Ningxiang silent, he sighed, his voice suddenly lowered.

"Ningxiang."

This time, he didn't address her as Clan Leader.

The murderous intent in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a gentle and comforting gaze, like a father's.

"I have wronged your father, I don't want to wrong you or the Xuan Clan again. Give me a chance to make amends for the shame in my heart. This time, I must go, whatever it takes I must go."

Mo Ningxiang's heart was filled with mixed emotions, her expression even more complicated and conflicted. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

She looked at Feng Qingshui's earnest appearance.

Not knowing what words to say.

Silence.

A silence akin to eternal night.

Desperation, helplessness, entanglement, and suffering intertwined in Mo Ningxiang's heart.

If Feng Qingshui went this time, who knew if he would return.

After a long while.

She finally nodded with difficulty, her face losing all color.

Feng Qingshui's eyes suddenly brightened, his expression extremely excited.

"Thank you, Clan Leader!"

He cupped his fists, turned to leave.

"Old Feng!"

Mo Ningxiang suddenly called him.

Feng Qingshui turned back skeptically, wondering what else Mo Ningxiang had to say.

"Old Feng, my father's death was not your fault, I have never blamed you. I know your loyalty to my father, so... those words 'I'm sorry' please take them back. I cannot accept them on behalf of my father."

Feng Qingshui was startled.

Didn't expect Mo Ningxiang to say such words.

His throat choked immediately, involuntarily shedding old tears.

His jaw slightly trembling.

"Old Feng, come back safely."

Mo Ningxiang took a deep breath, her gaze fixed intensely on Feng Qingshui, speaking softly.

Feng Qingshui cupped his fists once again, lowered his head, placing his fists against his forehead.

Though he tried to hide it from others.

But everyone could see.

His body was trembling.

The next moment.

Without saying a word, he nodded heavily, before turning away with large resolute strides.

His silhouette was determined and tragic.

Lin Fan stayed beside Mo Ningxiang, he could sense Mo Ningxiang's helplessness and confusion at this moment.

He reached out, gently holding her in his embrace.

Though no words were exchanged.

Mo Ningxiang could feel the emotions Lin Fan conveyed, and gently rested her head on Lin Fan's shoulder.