PFC Chapter 118 Waiting
Chapter 118 Waiting
Inside the Alliance Leader's mansion, Dongfang Su, who hadn't slept for several nights, was guarding the courtyard, looking exhausted with slightly red eyes.
Because Dongfang Shuo's condition deteriorated rapidly, and he suddenly became bedridden, a somber and oppressive atmosphere permeated the entire mansion.
The courtyard was filled with the smell of medicine, and the servants were busy running around, constantly decocting medicine and cleaning for days on end. They were almost dizzy from all the work.
But no one dared to complain, because they all knew that the old leader was likely in grave danger this time.
After all, the old leader is getting old, and he has worked diligently and tirelessly for the martial arts alliance for so many years.
Even the strongest body eventually reaches the point of exhaustion.
"Miss, please go and rest for a while. You haven't slept for days and nights."
Seeing how haggard Dongfang Su looked, the maid standing nearby couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
But Dongfang Su simply shook her head, took the medicine bowl from her hand, covered her nose with a handkerchief, and gently blew on it to warm it.
Then, without blinking, she smelled the strong bitterness, brought the medicine bowl to her lips, and took a sip.
A moment later, after confirming that there was nothing wrong with the medicine, Dongfang Su carried the bowl of medicine into Dongfang Shuo's bedroom.
The door was pushed open, and the room was extremely dark, with the only source of light being the few half-open windows.
At the same time, a strong smell of medicinal herbs mixed with the stench of blood wafted out from inside, so strong that it made people frown.
The maid raised an eyebrow slightly, and then heard Dongfang Su instruct her, "Go and prepare a basin of hot water and clean clothes."
"Yes, ma'am."
Soon, several maids entered the room with the things their mistress needed, and at the same time, they took in the contents of the room—
The old man lying on the bed was emaciated and pale. The torment of illness had made him appear extremely weak.
His eyes were deeply sunken, his lips were pale, and he occasionally let out a few weak coughs.
"Father."
Dongfang Su placed the medicine bowl aside and called out softly.
But the person on the bed did not react at all, only letting out a few barely audible breaths.
Seeing this, Dongfang Su couldn't help but sigh deeply. She turned to the maid and said, "Put the things down."
The maids agreed and put down the hot water. Then they heard Dongfang Su say, "Also, you can all go down first. I will feed Father his medicine."
Everyone obediently withdrew, but the little maid who came in first and left last kept glancing at the person on the bed.
Just a second before the door closed, she clearly saw a mouthful of bright red blood suddenly gush out of Dongfang Shuo's mouth.
She looked away and nodded to the servant sweeping in the distance.
At this moment, the arena by the river is surrounded by layers upon layers of people.
They all gathered below the arena, watching the two people on it with slightly narrowed eyes.
The two people standing on either side of the stage were Tao Xian and Xiang Qingsheng.
Suddenly it started to rain lightly.
The drizzle fell softly in the wind, forming lines that pattered down onto the heads of the onlookers.
The rain gradually intensified, but the people on the dueling platform seemed oblivious, remaining firmly standing on the platform, quietly gazing at each other.
Rainwater slid down their clothes and onto the ground. Although neither of them made a move, the atmosphere between them was quiet and tense, as if they could explode at any moment.
The audience below the stage held their breath and watched quietly.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, eerily quiet.
Suddenly, a thunderclap rang out, mercilessly shattering the silence.
With a "whoosh," lightning ripped across the sky, instantly illuminating the entire arena.
As if startled by the thunder and lightning, the people on the stage attacked each other almost simultaneously.
Today, Tao Xian was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, with her hands and feet tightly bound, making her look exceptionally clean and neat.
And her weapon has also changed.
What she held in her hand was no longer a white silk ribbon and silver needles, but a soft sword drawn from her waist.
The soft sword was over three feet long, and its blade gleamed faintly with silver light under the rain, appearing as thin as Zhou Chen's specially made sword.
However, unlike others, this sword is clearly not so easy to break.
The two clashed head-on in the center of the arena, and when their two weapons, so different in shape, met, not a sound was made.
Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, Tao Xian flicked her wrist, and the soft sword suddenly went limp the moment it touched Xiang Qingsheng's blade.
In an instant, it became like a flexible white ribbon, wrapping around Xiang Qingsheng's blade in circles.
With a "whoosh," it evaded the blade's edge, ascending along Xiang Qingsheng's wrist and heading straight for his face.
Faced with the swiftly approaching soft sword, Xiang Qingsheng's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not panic at all, but instead quickly reversed the direction of the soft sword and deflected the force brought by the soft sword wrapping around his arm.
He controlled his strength perfectly, preventing the soft sword from cutting his arm while using the force to dodge the incoming attack.
Tao Xian reacted quickly and immediately stopped her forward momentum.
The very next second, the blade that had been reversed by the soft sword quickly returned!
The continuous curtain of rain was cleaved apart by the force of the blade, as if a thin line had been drawn out of thin air on the dueling platform, dividing it in two.
Such a powerful sword strike immediately shocked many of the audience members below the stage.
Even Tao Xian's expression turned stern.
Faced with this fierce slash, she had no choice but to draw her sword again, her soft sword meeting the direction from which Xiang Qingsheng's blade was slashing.
As the weapons clashed, the force of the impact scattered raindrops around them, splashing onto the stage floor and onto the audience.
Although the soft sword's gentle force diminished some of the sword's ferocity, the remaining power still forced Tao Xian to slide backward uncontrollably.
Just as Tao Xian's figure was being forced to the edge of the platform and about to slide off, she suddenly flicked her hand, pulled her sword back, and used it to block downwards and backwards.
But just as the blade came crashing down on her, she bent backward without flinching!
In that dodge, the blade only managed to slice off a few strands of her light, still-floating hair.
Then, using the force of her soft sword, Tao Xian steadied herself and the sword in her hand transformed into a snake once more, striking straight at Xiang Qingsheng.
The two engaged in combat once again.