Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1245 - 1243: Heading to the Xuan Clan’s Border!

Having just escaped from the jaws of death at Changliu Mountain, only to face such an overwhelming army invasion.

Even Mo Ningxiang finds it hard to bear, let alone Lin Fan.

Much more so when Mo Ningxiang is just a little girl.

Although her status now is that of the Clan Leader, she is essentially just a child, forced by circumstances to hide her innocence and become mature.

Because behind her.

Lies billions of Xuan Clan citizens.

If she falls, these people will suffer.

After Feng Qingshui left, Mo Ningxiang sat on the steps in front of the main seat, staring intently ahead.

Seemingly.

In the next moment, Feng Qingshui's figure would emerge from the light, announcing with a smile that the Xuan Clan had achieved total victory.

However.

Such a scene did not actually happen, merely a vision continuously imagined in Mo Ningxiang's mind.

"Ningxiang, go and rest for a while, you're tired too."

Lin Fan said tenderly.

Mo Ningxiang has been sitting here for an entire day.

This also means Feng Qingshui has been gone for a day, without any news, no word at all.

Mo Ningxiang seemed not to hear Lin Fan's words, continuing to sit like a statue, unmoving.

Lin Fan sighed deeply, his eyes full of pity.

No choice.

He had to sit beside Mo Ningxiang, close shoulder to shoulder.

Also remaining silent.

Mo Ningxiang did not say much, just softly leaned her head on Lin Fan's shoulder.

After a long while.

Mo Ningxiang finally spoke slowly.

"Do you think old Feng is alright now? It's been a day with no information, could it be..."

She only spoke half a sentence, her voice choked and stopped.

"Don't worry, old Feng is fine. He has experienced countless battles and is invincible. Besides, the Heavenly Clan is without Ling Wudeng now, no one can match Feng Qingshui."

Lin Fan comforted.

He was grateful he hadn't shown mercy to Ling Wudeng, otherwise, an additional fierce enemy would be even harder to deal with.

One Dongmen Buju was already a handful, adding Ling Wudeng made victory impossible.

"Hopefully."

Mo Ningxiang seemingly did not take Lin Fan's words to heart.

Still, her face remained clouded with worry and grief.

Her eyes, like dark gems, stared blankly at the door.

Just then!

A silhouette appeared at the gate, walking towards them with the light at his back.

Mo Ningxiang was startled, stood up abruptly, tears swirling in her eyes uncontrollably.

"Feng..."

Her small cherry lips moved, ready to utter Feng Qingshui's name.

But.

As the person approached, it was not Feng Qingshui.

Lin Fan also felt a stir in his heart.

However, upon seeing the newcomer, he was filled with disappointment and quickly looked at Mo Ningxiang.

Because he knew Mo Ningxiang was more anxious and eager than himself.

The visitor was just the messenger boy.

His body swayed, as if drunk and unable to stand steadily, his eyes seemed shrouded in a thin mist, looking blankly ahead.

The messenger stumbled and fell before them.

Before uttering a single word, his body collapsed heavily on the ground, soulless and hollow-eyed.

"What is happening?"

Lin Fan sensed something amiss, first supporting Mo Ningxiang, then coldly asked.

The messenger remained silent, his face deathly pale.

Lin Fan's brow furrowed tightly, sensing disaster looming.

Surely something has happened at the front.

"Speak quickly!"

He shouted sternly, bringing the messenger back to his senses.

The messenger gasped, dazedly gawking at Lin Fan and Mo Ningxiang, and when he spoke, his voice quivered with tears: "The border... the border has collapsed..."

"Ah—"

Mo Ningxiang screamed uncontrollably, her eyes wide open, tears falling like broken strings of pearls, tightly covering her mouth.

Immediately, however, she shattered, pleading: "What about old Feng? How is old Feng?!"

"Old Feng... old Feng..."

The messenger's body began to tremble violently, uncontrollably shaking, his deathly pale face flushed crimson.

"The border was catastrophically defeated... amidst the chaos, old Feng vanished... feared that... feared that he..."

Mo Ningxiang instantly blacked out, her head buzzing with a loud noise, collapsing towards the ground.

Fortunately, Lin Fan was foresighted and supportive.

"Feared what?"

"Feared that... feared that... he sacrificed himself..."

Even Lin Fan's heart involuntarily tremored.

Feng Qingshui dead?

Did he die just like that?!

He could not believe it nor wanted to.

In his mind, he still saw the image of Feng Qingshui departing the main hall gallantly a day ago.

But now this was the result.

However.

Lin Fan must now be clear-minded, must be composed.

Because he held Mo Ningxiang, who had fainted, in his arms, his heart full of pity, knowing Mo Ningxiang couldn't bear such reality.

But.

The truth was, the reality, unyielding and inescapable.

He gently laid Mo Ningxiang on the main seat.

Bending to kneel before the messenger again.

Lin Fan looked at him intensely, coldly questioning: "How did this happen?"

"The enemy... simply... simply too many! Like ants, densely packed, no matter how many were killed, a new batch would appear, finishing one wave brought another."

"Terrifying, utterly terrifying!"

"Our soldiers are brave but ultimately outnumbered, defeated. Old Feng led the army in retreat, only being pursued by the enemy like mad dogs, suddenly scattering the army, leaving old Feng's whereabouts unknown..."

The messenger sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

Lin Fan's brow furrowed tightly.

It seemed the Heavenly Clan's army was already pressing into Xuan Clan territory, old Feng disappeared within Xuan Clan borders, meaning old Feng may still have a slender chance of survival.

Yet, the primary concern was how to resist the Heavenly Clan army.

"How many enemies are there?"

"Less than ten million..."

"And us?"

"Less than a million..."

Upon hearing this number, Lin Fan swallowed hard.

Such a disparity in strength, difficult to bridge.

"Who is commanding at the front?"

"Deputy General Mo Shen... though he won't hold for much longer... it's likely the defense will completely collapse."

The messenger's face was marked with deep despair.

After speaking, he lowered his head, appearing wan and listless, tears dripping steadily onto the ground.

Lin Fan's expression was grave, his demeanor stern.

"An end must be made with Dongmen Buju."

He muttered wearily, glancing back at Mo Ningxiang behind him, then at the grand hall door ahead.

"Rise."

He coldly commanded to the ground.

The messenger froze, slowly lifting his head in confused bewilderment at Lin Fan.

"Rise!"

Lin Fan intensified his tone, shouting fiercely.

The messenger jumped in fright, hastily scrambling to stand up.

Without hesitation, Lin Fan grabbed the front of his attire, yanking him towards him.

"Go tell the Fifth Sword Emperor to guard Mo Ningxiang. And you, as a man, should be stronger, it's not the end, yet you're crying here, what's there to cry about."

Lin Fan's icy words forced the messenger's tears to retreat.

Only then did he smile slightly, releasing his grip, patting the man's shoulder.

"That's more like a man. Remember my words, tell Mo Ningxiang I'm heading to the border, will return soon. You stay here and protect the Clan Leader, understand?"

"You... you're going to the border?!"

The messenger thought he misheard, squinting his eyes incredulously.

But.

Lin Fan did not speak again, striding towards the grand hall door, vanishing into the blinding light outside.