Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 343 Everything is under control

The iron gate slowly opened, and sunlight streamed through the crack onto Yan Ciwan. She peered out and saw that there was no one outside, so there seemed to be no danger.

"Grandma, let's go." She turned her head and whispered to the person behind her.

Once the iron gate was fully opened, Yan Ciwan carried an old woman out. They walked up the steps and successfully returned to the ground.

Yan Ciwan wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, so she headed straight down the mountain, but before she had gone far, she suddenly stopped.

Because someone blocked her way.

The man was wearing a white cloak and a black mask. His cloudy yet sharp eyes stared intently at Yan Ciwan through the holes in the mask.

"Little Princess, where are you going?"

In that instant, every hair on Yan Ciwan's body stood on end.

She turned and ran with the old woman on her back. Suddenly, she heard a whooshing sound. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone hiding in the shadows shooting an arrow at her. The arrow was flying straight in her direction!

Without stopping, she carried the old woman on her back and rushed forward. The arrow missed its mark and landed where she had just run.

Then a dozen more arrows came flying, but even though she was carrying someone on her back, she was still as fast as lightning. She was as nimble as a cat, dodging left and right and avoiding all the arrows.

Yan Ciwan ran forward with all her might, so fast that her afterimage could almost be seen.

In the blink of an eye, she had already disappeared into the forest. She was unfamiliar with the terrain and didn't know how to find the way down the mountain, so she could only rush straight down the hillside.

In any case, running downhill is always the right thing to do.

However, before she could run very far, a large net descended from the sky!

Caught off guard, Yan Ciwan and the old woman were caught in a large net. Yan Ciwan immediately drew her Ning Dao and cut through the net made of hemp rope. Then she helped the old woman crawl out and planned to continue their escape.

But in just that short time, the Five Gods Sect's forces had already caught up.

Nearly a hundred people, armed with weapons, surrounded Yan Ciwan and the old woman, while others nearby held bows and arrows aimed at Yan Ciwan.

The shaman's voice drifted over from afar.

"Princess, give up struggling. Even if you go down the mountain, there are still people of ours down there. You can't escape."

Yan Ciwan was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed from the strenuous exercise, and fine beads of sweat hung on her forehead and the tip of her nose.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I can go with you, but you have to let my old lady go."

The shaman's voice held a hint of amusement: "Alright."

The tone suggested that everything was under control.

Yan Ciwan said, "Grandma is injured and can't go down the mountain by herself, so I have to take her down."

“Okay,” the shaman readily agreed. “But you have to hand over your weapon.”

Yan Ciwan gripped Ning Dao tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

She seemed to be weighing the pros and cons, and after a long while she loosened her grip, the Ning knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

At this moment, two people carried a sedan chair over, and a person was sitting on the bamboo chair in the sedan chair; it was the shaman.

They stopped about three zhang away.

The shaman raised his hand, and immediately a man in black ran up and took Ning Dao away.

Ning Dao was handed to the shaman, who gripped the hilt with his right hand and gently stroked the blade with his left fingertips. His eyes gleamed as he exclaimed sincerely, "Thin as a cicada's wing, yet more resilient than steel! Truly a treasure!" Yan Ciwan looked at him coldly and asked, "Can I escort Grandma down the mountain now?"

“Of course.” The shaman pointed the tip of Ning Dao at Yan Ciwan’s direction and tapped it lightly. “I always keep my word, and I hope you will too. After you send your grandmother away, come with us obediently.”

Yan Ciwan immediately carried the old woman on his back and strode down the mountain. The shaman raised his hand, signaling the men in black to follow.

After walking for a long time, Yan Ciwan finally saw the familiar Moon River, with a bamboo raft moored on the bank.

She placed the old woman on the bamboo raft, then untied the ropes tied to the wooden stakes and pushed the raft out with all her might.

"Grandma, take care!"

Once the bamboo raft had gone far away, Yan Ciwan turned around. By then, the men in black had surrounded her and were preparing to capture her.

At this moment, Yan Ciwan suddenly raised his right hand and fired the last crossbow bolt.

The crossbow bolt struck the man in black who was closest to her.

Before the man could react, he lost all feeling in his body and fell straight to the ground. Yan Ciwan rushed forward and snatched the sword from his hand.

Seeing this, the other men in black swarmed forward and attacked Yan Ciwan.

When the shaman slowly arrived at the riverbank in a sedan chair, she saw several men in black lying haphazardly on the ground. Yan Ciwan, fighting against a hundred men, had not been at a disadvantage. She was like a lone wolf, fierce and unyielding even when isolated and helpless.

The shaman's eyes revealed a look of appreciation.

He didn't call for a halt, but quietly watched the fierce battle unfold. Black-clad men were constantly injured, but Yan Ciwan remained standing.

When she became exhausted and her reactions slowed slightly, the enemy seized the opportunity and slashed her right arm with a knife. Blood gushed out instantly, and the shaman's eyes suddenly turned gloomy. He immediately shouted, "Stop!"

All the men in black stopped.

The blade of Yan Ciwan's sword was chipped and stained with blood. Blood kept flowing from the wound, staining her sleeves and running down her arm to the back of her hand.

Her right hand trembled slightly, but she didn't even look at her wound, her eyes fixed on the enemies.

The shaman sighed, "I have already kept my promise and let your grandmother go, but you have gone back on your word. I am very disappointed in you. Since that is the case, I don't need to keep my promise anymore. Go and bring Nie Xiayun back."

When Yan Ciwan heard her grandmother's name, her pupils trembled.

She turned to look at the Moon River and saw that the bamboo raft that had gone far away had returned, with a man in black on the raft in addition to the old woman.

The man in black rowed the bamboo pole, bringing the raft to the shore, and then put the rope back onto the stake.

Yan Ciwan's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.

The shaman took in her reaction and let out a smug laugh.

"Heh, I told you long ago, even if you manage to run down the mountain, you still won't escape my grasp. Men, take Nie Xiayun away and lock her up somewhere else. This time, make sure it's a secluded place, so the little princess can't find her again."

Yan Ciwan seemed extremely angry, her body trembling uncontrollably.

The angrier she got, the more pleased the shaman became.

But at that moment, the man in black on the bamboo raft cried out in alarm.

"This person is not Nie Xiayun!"

The shaman's smile froze abruptly, and he immediately stood up and strode toward the bamboo raft.

The cloth that was originally wrapped around "Nie Xiayun's" head had been torn off, revealing his true appearance. His face was as white as paper, without a trace of life, his eyes were closed, and he was motionless. It was actually Danxiazi who had died!