The moment Chen Hong’s shout rang out, the black energy in Jian Yi’s eyes — which had just begun to clear — surged up again.

He let out a low cry, drew back his long sword, and slashed downward once more.

“Miss Jiu’er, be careful!”

Yu Jingfeng pulled Feng Jiu’er back, shielding her behind him.

He couldn’t let Miss Jiu’er risk herself again — what would happen if she got hurt?

Yu Jingfeng pulled Feng Jiu’er aside and engaged Jian Yi in combat.

The two skilled swordsmen fought fiercely in the confined space, and soon Yu Jingfeng drew Jian Yi up onto the roof of the boat.

The sound of clashing blades rang out endlessly — the situation looked grim.

“Hahaha… hahaha…” Watching others panic, Chen Hong found a measure of comfort in her heart.

“Hahaha…”

“Feng Jiu’er, do you think you’ve won? Hahaha…”

“You can’t beat me, hahaha… kill Tang Xiaohua, or Jian Yi will kill you all!”

“He is my husband, he will never let you succeed, hahaha…”

“Ha…”

Chen Hong was still laughing when suddenly, someone approached her side.

Taking advantage of Chen Hong’s smugness, Qiao Mu grabbed a filthy boot from one of her brothers.

Before Chen Hong could react and close her mouth, the dirty boot was stuffed into it.

Her face instantly changed color, only growing even paler.

With a “clang,” Qiao Mu drew a short blade from her robes and thrust it forcefully into Chen Hong’s shoulder.

“Mmph…” Chen Hong cried out in pain, staring wide-eyed at her.

“You only said I can’t kill you — don’t worry, I won’t kill you!” Qiao Mu crouched there, staring at Chen Hong.

The moment her words finished, the short blade in her hand moved to Chen Hong’s face, the one thing she’d always cared about most.

“Tell me — will you help Jian Yi break the demonic formation? Yes, or no?”

Qiao Mu gritted her teeth and pressed the blade down, leaving a cut on Chen Hong’s face.

“No…” Chen Hong shook her head frantically.

But unexpectedly, on the other side, Yu Jingfeng, unable to withstand Jian Yi’s attack, took a heavy palm strike and began to fall.

Several brothers rushed over to catch and support Yu Jingfeng.

Just as Yue Jianfei and Tang Xiaohua were about to leap over to help, Feng Jiu’er beat them to it, leaping up onto the roof of the boat first.

“Jian Yi.” she shouted loudly.

But Jian Yi seemed not to hear at all; seeing someone come up, he began to attack again.

Jian Yi’s martial strength now was even greater than before.

It wasn’t easy for Feng Jiu’er to dodge his sword, yet she still didn’t want to strike back.

Yue Jianfei and Tang Xiaohua, along with several other highly skilled brothers, also climbed onto the roof.

But without Feng Jiu’er’s order, none of them dared to step forward and harm Jian Yi in the slightest.

“Jian Yi, it’s me, Jiu’er. Do you really not remember me?”

“If you hurt my people, it’ll break my heart!”

“Jian Yi, stop. Listen to me — you mustn’t get angry, mustn’t lose control. Jian Yi, stop!”

Feng Jiu’er kept dodging while speaking.

Seeing Miss Jiu’er in danger, the five brothers who had come up exchanged a glance and leapt toward Jian Yi together.

“Don’t hurt him!” Feng Jiu’er’s brows knit tightly.

She didn’t want the brothers to come either — if Jian Yi hurt them, she wouldn’t be able to bear it in her heart.

Feng Jiu’er’s last words caused Jian Yi’s attacking motion to pause for a brief moment.

“Jian Yi.” Feng Jiu’er quickly closed the distance, grabbing hold of the arm holding his sword.

“Jian Yi.” Only a single arm’s length separated them.

“It’s me, Jiu’er. Do you still remember me? Don’t let this demon control your mind.”

“Jian Yi, we’re family, all the brothers are our family. Jian Yi, wake up, look at us clearly, alright?”

“Someone wants to hurt your wife, kill them quickly!”

Chen Hong endured the pain in her shoulder and even on her face — she couldn’t speak, but she could still send the message to Jian Yi all the same.

A “boom” resounded in Jian Yi’s head, and he immediately turned to look at Chen Hong on the deck.

His thick brows furrowed, his eyes filled with violence.

“Qiao Mu, watch out!” As Jian Yi withdrew his hand from Feng Jiu’er’s grip, she shouted loudly.

The moment her words fell, Feng Jiu’er quickly followed.

But Jian Yi’s speed now was truly beyond what an ordinary person could match — even Di Wu Ya couldn’t compare to his current speed.

By the time Qiao Mu turned around, Jian Yi had almost reached her.

Just as she was about to stand and dodge, suddenly someone from behind wrapped their arms tightly around her.

Chen Hong smiled with delight — today, she needed to see blood spilled, to avenge the pain inflicted on her body.

“Qiao Mu.”

Many people shouted at once.

With a “swish,” Jian Yi’s sword pierced into someone’s body.

Qiao Mu looked at Yu Jingfeng, who had shielded her, and turned to kick Chen Hong away with all her strength.

Someone had gotten hurt protecting her — how could she still care whether Chen Hong lived or died?

Chen Hong screamed and crashed into a wooden pillar nearby, spitting blood and passing out.

At the same time, Jian Yi, who had just been holding the sword, went weak in the legs and collapsed to the ground.

“Yu Jingfeng.”

“Lord Yu.”

“Jian Yi.”

“Jian Yi.”

In an instant, chaos erupted on the boat.

Qiao Mu supported Yu Jingfeng, and Feng Jiu’er supported Jian Yi, both struggling somewhat to hold them up.

Feng Jiu’er handed Jian Yi off to a brother who had come over and immediately went to press several acupoints on Yu Jingfeng’s wound.

“Miss Jiu’er, I’m… fine.” Yu Jingfeng smiled, though somewhat forced.

But seeing that he could still joke around, the anxiety knotted in Feng Jiu’er’s heart finally eased somewhat.

She glanced back at Chen Hong, restrained by the brothers, then turned to look at Tang Xiaohua and Yue Jianfei.

“This woman is in your hands now. I’ll go treat Yu Jingfeng first.”

“Alright.” Tang Xiaohua’s gaze shifted from Yu Jingfeng’s wound to Chen Hong.

She took a deep breath and walked toward the despicable woman.

Yue Jianfei followed beside Tang Xiaohua.

Yu Jingfeng and Jian Yi were both taken back to the cabin, and the boats resumed their journey.

Fortunately, Yu Jingfeng’s wound hadn’t reached his heart meridian, and his life was not in danger.

Feng Jiu’er stopped the bleeding, disinfected, applied medicine, and bandaged him — the whole process taking roughly an hour.

By this time, the boats had already been stopped for a while.

“Miss Jiu’er, don’t worry! I really am fine!”

Yu Jingfeng had just tried to sit up when Qiao Mu, on the other side, pushed him back down.

“Jiu’er didn’t tell you to get up, lie down!” Qiao Mu commanded.

She knew full well that if not for Yu Jingfeng, it would be her lying in that bed right now.

“I’m fine, Qiao Mu, I really am fine.” Yu Jingfeng looked at Qiao Mu, twitching his lips slightly.

He truly wasn’t used to having two women fuss over him, especially with an injury to his shoulder.

Just now, when Qiao Mu had pressed and pulled him down, he’d hissed in pain, forced to lie back, his clothes nearly torn in half.

Parts that shouldn’t be exposed had been revealed, and Yu Jingfeng had been so embarrassed at the time he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

His body wasn’t meant to be seen so easily by women.

Especially now that he had a wife — there were things he needed to be mindful of.