Chapter 282 – A Critical Moment to Seize the Blade

As they drew closer to Buzhou Mountain, the relentless thunderclaps grew increasingly deafening, each wave crashing louder than the last, piercing through the clouds.

Amidst the forests on the mountainside, lewd laughter suddenly echoed.

“Hahaha… Where did this little beauty come from? Just when I was feeling bored and lonely, you delivered yourself right to me.”

“Senior Brother, you’d better hurry up. I can hardly wait…”

“Hey, what’s the rush? Let me tease her a bit first—it’ll stoke my animal desires.”

As they spoke, a glance revealed over ten men gripping Mystic Weapons, their faces twisted with lust, encircling a stunning young woman.

The vulgar remarks were enough to provoke outrage.

This “little beauty” was none other than the Eldest Senior Sister of Kun Dao Academy, Yun Mengshu.

It must be mentioned that she had been closely pursuing Ye Kuang, only to lose track of him. Though she had narrowly escaped danger time and again along her winding path, she now found herself trapped—proving the old adage true: “Walk often by the river, and your shoes will eventually get wet.”

Regret!

Humiliation!

As these emotions surged within her, even a heroine like Yun Mengshu couldn’t help but pale. Yet her stubborn nature drove her to stand her ground, glaring defiantly at the pack of wolves eyeing her hungrily.

“Feisty indeed, but I like it.”

“If she weren’t, it’d be less fun. This is perfect!”

“Hehehe…”

For a moment, the lewd laughter resembled the collective screeching of owls and howling of wolves.

Hearing this, Yun Mengshu’s eyes turned cold as frost. She tightened her grip on her Mystic Weapon, as if drawing invincible strength from it to face the pack.

“Big Brother, this woman is too damn fine. I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Second Brother, have you been cursed with a blood-rushing spell? Why do you lose your composure at the sight of a beauty? Hahaha…”

“Scram! What do you know? ‘Haste makes waste’ is nonsense. Don’t blame me if I don’t give you a chance—if it weren’t for this, how could Second Brother’s status fall to me?”

Yun Mengshu bit her red lips, her pitiable demeanor enough to stir sympathy in any compassionate soul.

But surrounded by these wolves, who could possibly come to her rescue in time?

Undeniably, this was a problem.

And one that plunged Yun Mengshu into despair!

At this thought, unwilling to endure further humiliation, she suddenly burst into motion, launching a preemptive strike.

Swish!

A sword cry pierced the air as a cold gleam sliced through the night.

“Hahaha, let me handle this.”

“Second Brother, are you up to it? Third Brother can help.”

“Relax.”

In the blink of an eye!

A dark figure darted out from the crowd, his blade tip aimed directly at the cold gleam.

Clang!

As sword and blade clashed, tremors reverberated endlessly.

It became clear that Yun Mengshu was utterly outmatched. A single strike left her unsteady on her feet.

In contrast, her opponent moved with ease, occasionally reaching out a lecherous hand to grope her.

His despicable tactics were nothing short of shameless.Witnessing this, Yun Mengshu was utterly humiliated and enraged, forced to dodge repeatedly.

Yet whenever those vile claws lunged at her, she would resort to mutually destructive tactics.

But her opponent was clearly no ordinary foe. With merely a flick of a finger against her sword’s edge, they effortlessly deflected one lethal strike after another.

Yun Mengshu retreated again and again, until there was nowhere left to retreat.

Then, another sinister hand quietly emerged, gently caressing her delicate cheek.

In that instant, Yun Mengshu’s face turned ashen with terror, drained of all color, her beauty marred by stark pallor.

As this humiliation washed over her, she couldn’t hold back the tears that welled in her eyes.

It could be said that Yun Mengshu had considered ending it all, but in her mind, a certain detestable face would always resurface.

His back, though not particularly broad, always seemed to offer boundless security.

Even his ferocious grin when he was furious—his words dripping with menace—was ultimately just a bluff.

And his overwhelming aura, unshaken even when surrounded by enemies, had etched itself into her heart.

Yun Mengshu couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander: That scoundrel would surely appear, using his not-so-broad back to shield her from all present threats.

At this thought, she clenched her silver teeth so hard that a trickle of crimson seeped from the corner of her lips, unbeknownst to her.

“Little lass, your skin is so smooth, hehehe…”

“Third Brother, is that true? Then Big Brother must try it too.”

“Big Brother, we agreed earlier—let me go first.”

As they spoke, two shadowy figures simultaneously reached out with their vile claws, advancing step by step.

Even the pack of jackals on the scene closed in, tightening the circle around her.

Seeing this, Yun Mengshu’s face finally turned deathly pale, two trails of tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

It could be said that she had fantasized about seeing that person one last time before death, and she still clung to the belief that a miracle would occur… Yet all these beautiful illusions shattered against the harsh reality, leaving her helpless against the jeering demons around her.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably, growing increasingly difficult to restrain.

As the turmoil of reluctance and inexplicable shame churned within her, she was driven to choose the most desperate of measures.

“Hey, little lass, do you think this will help you escape our clutches? Let me tell you, even in death, you won’t get away from us.”

“Just give up resisting. Maybe if we have our fun, we’ll let you live.”

“I bet you’re still untouched, right? Do you know the joys of intimacy are pure bliss, hehe…”

At that moment, Yun Mengshu heard the torrent of filthy words, closed her eyes tightly, and fiercely swung her sword toward her own neck.

But to her surprise, no matter how hard she tried, the sword in her hand refused to budge an inch.

“Sigh… No wonder I couldn’t sleep tonight, my eyelids kept twitching. So it’s because of such vile deeds happening here. You lot truly deserve to die!”

“Who the hell are you, kid? Daring to ruin our fun—you must have a death wish.”

“Scram now, before we really lose our temper!”

Little did they know, upon hearing that detestable voice again, Yun Mengshu’s tears flowed uncontrollably. Then, she abruptly opened her almond-shaped eyes.Here we must mention the saying, “Men seldom shed tears unless deeply hurt,” but when women weep, it’s clearly different—if not from overwhelming joy, then surely from shame and indignation.

At the critical moment, that same nonchalant figure appeared before her eyes once again, repeatedly rescuing her from dire straits.

And his right hand was gripping tightly onto the gleaming blade.

This person was none other than the belatedly arriving male lead… Ye Kuang!

If one were to describe this scene in a single phrase, it could only be: “Snatching the blade at the critical moment.”