Chapter 41.2 (POV Yusheng Lan) (Part 5)

POV Yusheng Lan

Yusheng Lan was satisfied: her guess about the yin-yang balance in the boy's seal magic was correct, the sutras were protecting her, and a dozen meters was no big deal for a master of her level.

At first, this boy didn't interest her, and Yusheng just wanted to burn him like the two monsters that covered the retreat of the main group. She didn't expect that he had such a powerful defense that could save him from the Shaking Heart Qi.

The woman could see that his defense was only good for one hit, but even that was of little interest and a few questions for possible trading partners. She should be warned if any of her enemies had powerful weapons or defenses. Further dances made the versatile martial artist excited: Had she finally succeeded in finding a suitable husband for her little daughter Zenzen? Or is he unworthy of the high honor and will go to her niece Ju?

No, his instincts are definitely good. Is his arm strong? It withstood a direct hit to the shield! And he held his sword! And he struck back! So he was prepared, he didn't run away?! I'm sure he'll be a good husband for his daughter. We'll keep looking for one for Ju. Maybe she'll be lucky.

I just wonder who let such a fine specimen go without a good guard and armed with such a shameful weapon. Ugh! What kind of trash? And this spear? Oh, he's made his seal again! Strong! Good grandchildren!

But maybe enough of these games: she had tested the potential, recognized the achieved level, had time to check for curses (not a single one! clean!), checked the character (a good man will grow up, if he is raised right, of course, and Yusheng can do it!), so we can finish.

With these thoughts, the woman turned to her source, surrounded herself with a world-distorting canopy, filled her body with a new portion of energy qi, and rushed forward. So he's a swordsman!

Why did he pick up a sword when it was obvious that a spear was closer to his hand? Ah, too bad, the spear is broken, but that's okay, Aunt Yusheng will give him a real weapon for his wedding. DAMN IT! WHAT IS THIS?!

As the woman was about to knock out her son-in-law (decision made!), despite the wound in his side and arm, he created an explosion with himself in the center, sending a wave of earth and stone into her!

When Yusheng destroyed the earth wave, apparently caused by some spirit, the guy had time to escape, and the recent explosion had created chaotic ripples in the magic, and there was no way to track it now. Too bad.

 But it's okay, the Lan family will be reunited soon! Yusheng was able to catch a glimpse of the guy's purple eyes at the very last moment, and she didn't want to miss this chance — it was too precious and important to miss! Besides, since he had appeared on the battlefield, she could meet him a second time....

— What is this...? — The woman ran her hand over her cheek and saw blood on her fingers.

She smiled contentedly, even happily, and the Chinese woman threw her trusty Guan Dao on her shoulder and playfully walked away. She had played her part in this battle so that she could be free.

***

There was no stopping or hesitating, the chance was barely scratched out, and foolishly draining it would not happen. So Ryuko was picked up at full speed, the girl even managed to tear the sleeve of her jacket, which remained intact, and clawed at her arm, but she quickly realized that and froze in a pose that wasn't quite comfortable for her.

Only after a few kilometers did he stop — it was already dark in his eyes, and only magic and intuition allowed him to find his way through the trees. Ryuko swayed but stood, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of blood. I carried the girl with my left hand, since my right side had been severed and was bleeding profusely. I drank a few elixirs almost by feel, and then sealed the affected areas: my side, my arm, the large hematoma on my chest, and the left side of my face. I pulled out a couple of nutrition bars, looked at the girl, pulled out another, and started eating — blood needs something to regenerate from.

When we had eaten, and I felt the pain and weakness subside a bit, we left, and an hour later, when the wounds had closed and the slight magical exhaustion had subsided, I picked up the dragon girl in my arms again and ran. The next hour and a half passed at a measured pace, but it couldn't last: I was again overcome by growing weakness, followed by fatigue.

I couldn't run any further, so we walked slowly — the farther we got, the better our chances of survival. Suddenly the ground beneath my feet shook and moved away, and my consciousness was covered with a gray veil. In the last moments, I heard the clapping of a sail in the wind, and azure reflections on the grass and the girl's clothes. There was a jolt of earth, thudding and heavy, and I finally lost consciousness.