The Legend of the Medical Concubine

Chapter 230 Qin Mu's Plot

While Qin Mufeng was secretly investigating the mastermind behind the destruction of the medicinal materials, he was unaware that danger was approaching quietly. He was wearing a white robe, and the blue belt around his waist fluttered gently during his movements, like a wisp of agile cloud. His eyes were focused and sharp, like an eagle, and he only wanted to find out the truth for Lin Ruoxue. His steps were firm and steady, and every step was full of determination and courage.

Qin Mufeng shuttled through the corridors and corners of the palace, not missing any possible clues. His fingers gently brushed the wall, feeling every subtle texture, as if he could read the hidden secrets from it. His eyes shuttled through the shadows, looking for any suspicious signs. His heart was filled with worry about Lin Ruoxue and anger at the despicable means of the Dali envoy. "I must find these people and not let them succeed." Qin Mufeng swore secretly, his voice echoing in his heart, inspiring him like a war drum.

When he came to a more remote courtyard, he suddenly felt a strange breath. The breath was like a cold wind, making his back cold. Before he could react, an arrow shot out from the dark. The arrow was like black lightning, extremely fast, making it difficult to dodge. Qin Mufeng instinctively dodged to the side, but he was still a step too slow, and the arrow hit his shoulder.

"Ah!" Qin Mufeng screamed in pain and covered his wound. His face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The pain burned on his shoulder like a flame, making it almost unbearable for him. He looked around, trying to find the attacker, but there was silence all around, as if nothing had happened. Only the hidden arrow stuck in the ground proved that the danger just now was not an illusion.

Qin Mufeng gritted his teeth and tried to stay awake. He knew he couldn't fall down, Lin Ruoxue was still waiting for his news. His eyes flashed with a determined light, like a burning flame. He endured the pain and wanted to leave this dangerous place.

However, at the moment he turned around, several more shadows surrounded him from all directions. These people were covered with masks, so their faces could not be seen clearly, but their malice could be seen from their eyes. Their figures were looming in the darkness, like ghosts. They held various weapons in their hands, emitting a cold breath.

"Who are you? Why did you attack me?" Qin Mufeng glared at these people, his voice full of anger and majesty. His eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing these people's hearts.

One of the black shadows sneered, "Hmph, Qin Mufeng, you meddle too much. Since you are so ignorant, don't blame us for being rude." His voice was hoarse and cold, like a demon from hell.

After saying that, these people rushed towards Qin Mufeng together. Their movements were swift and fierce, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey. Although Qin Mufeng was injured, he was not afraid and fought back. He drew the sword from his waist, which flashed coldly in the sun, like a silver dragon. His movements were vigorous and flexible, and each move was powerful.

Qin Mufeng brandished his sword and started a fierce battle with these people. The sound of swords clashing echoed in the courtyard, like thunder. Sparks flew, illuminating the dark corners. Qin Mufeng's figure shuttled through the shadows, as fast as lightning. His swordsmanship was sharp and accurate, and every sword could hit the enemy's vital points.

However, these men in black were not easy to deal with. They cooperated well and attacked fiercely. They kept attacking Qin Mufeng, making him overwhelmed. Qin Mufeng's wounds kept bleeding, and the pain made his movements slow. His physical strength was gradually depleted, and his breathing became rapid.

However, Qin Mufeng had only one thought in his mind, which was to protect Lin Ruoxue and win honor for Nanyue Kingdom. His eyes flashed with a determined light, like a burning flame. He gritted his teeth and continued to fight with these people.

During the battle, Qin Mufeng gradually felt exhausted. His wounds continued to bleed, staining his white robe red. His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead like raindrops. His movements became slow, and every swing of the sword required great effort.

But he still didn't give up. His eyes were full of indomitable spirit and stubbornness, as hard as steel. He continued to fight these people until the last moment.

In the end, Qin Mufeng was outnumbered and was knocked to the ground by these people. His eyes went dark and he lost consciousness. His body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string. His sword also fell to the side, making a crisp sound.

When Qin Mufeng woke up again, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar room. His wound was simply bandaged, but his body was still very weak. His mind was dizzy, as if shrouded in a fog.

"Where am I?" Qin Mufeng was full of doubts. He tried hard to recall what happened before, and his heart was full of worry. "I don't know what happened to Ruoxue. I must go back as soon as possible to tell her the clues I found."

Qin Mufeng struggled to stand up, but the pain in his body made him fall down again. He knew that his current situation was very dangerous, but he couldn't just give up. He had to find a way to leave here and return to Lin Ruoxue.