The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Luoyan Mountain was shrouded in dark clouds.

The Yun family guarded the foot of the mountain, while Yun Zhaoting climbed the mountain alone with his sword. When he reached the Wangyan Terrace at the top of the mountain, he saw Ye Fuguang standing there with his sword on his back.

He was surrounded by a chilling aura, clearly indicating that he had been waiting there for a long time.

Upon meeting, without exchanging a single word of pleasantries, Ye Fuguang drew his sword and pointed it at Yun Zhaoting.

"Yun Zhaoting, Yu Bai's whereabouts."

Yun Zhaoting remained calm and said, "If you defeat me, I will tell you myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fuguang's murderous aura suddenly surged.

He had always wanted to bring Wen Yubai back, but his people discovered that Wen Yubai had gone to the Yun family and then disappeared.

There wasn't even a trace of them.

He was wrong; he should have risked his life to take Wen Yubai away that day.

He never expected that the renowned young master of the Yun family would resort to such a despicable method.

He dared not think about whether Wen Yubai had been bullied, injured, or imprisoned in a dark and hopeless place.

The anger that had been building up for days finally exploded.

Ye Fuguang didn't say another word. His longsword was wrapped in a strong wind, and his moves were ruthless.

Yun Zhaoting responded calmly, his swordplay steady and deliberate.

He could sense that although Ye Fuguang's attacks were fierce, their strength was somewhat sluggish.

Want a quick victory? Too bad you don't have the ability.

The clanging sounds echoed across the mountaintop.

After several rounds, Ye Fuguang felt a dull pain in his chest and abdomen, and his movements slowed down.

Yun Zhaoting seized the opening and swept his sword horizontally.

Ye Fuguang was caught off guard and was slashed across the chest, his black robes stained with blood.

"Today, I will offer you as a sacrifice to my father."

Ye Fuguang withstood the attack, staggered back a few steps, and blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

"I have said that I did not kill Yun Tiannan."

"You didn't kill him?"

Yun Zhaoting laughed in fury, "If you hadn't ordered it, how could the Left Protector have plotted against my father? And why did he commit suicide by poison after being captured?!"

"Ye Fuguang, you're about to die, and you're still trying to deny it!"

"If you have an ear problem, go get it treated. Whether you believe it or not is none of my business."

Ye Fuguang wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and said, "But I didn't do it, and I'll never admit it, even if it kills me."

Yun Zhaoting was furious. "Stubborn to the end!"

The sight of his father on his deathbed, and Ye Fuguang's current blatant denial, intensified the hatred in his heart.

He thrust his sword forward, aiming straight for the chest.

Ye Fuguang neither dodged nor avoided, but attacked instead of defending.

You lose a thousand to injure the enemy eight hundred.

"puff--"

Ye Fuguang coughed up blood.

Yun Zhaoting was also injured, with blood on his ribs, and more importantly, his face was also injured.

That insidious devil.

Yun Zhaoting's voice was as cold as ice.

"You have lost today's battle."

Ye Fuguang braced himself against the ground with his sword, "I don't admit it, continue!"

The sword light flashed like a net, deliberately slicing across the arms, shoulder blades, and knees.

The wound wasn't deep, but it was humiliating enough.

Ye Fuguang was so exhausted that he knelt down, unable to lift his sword.

Yun Zhaoting's sword was aimed at his throat.

"call out--"

A stone flew through the air and struck Yun Zhaoting's wrist.

He felt a sharp pain in his wrist, which shifted slightly, grazing Ye Fuguang's neck and leaving a trail of blood.

"who!?"

Wen Yubai was panting, thankfully she made it in time.

He looked up and saw that although Yun Zhaoting was also injured, he was not as disheveled as Ye Fuguang, whose clothes were mostly soaked in blood.

The person was still kneeling on the ground, looking like they were just about to breathe their last.

"Yu Bai!"

Yun Zhaoting and Ye Fuguang blurted out almost simultaneously, unable to hide their surprise.

Wen Yubai strode forward, his gaze falling on Ye Fuguang before turning to Yun Zhaoting.

His tone was somewhat hurried.

"Zhaoting, he has already lost. Let's stop here. Could you please show mercy?"

He was filled with guilt as he said this.

Yun Zhaoting was in the right, but he couldn't just stand by and watch Ye Fuguang die here.

Yun Zhaoting: "He didn't admit defeat."

Ye Fuguang: "I admit defeat."

Yun Zhaoting: ?

Yun Zhaoting was taken aback, gritted his teeth, and raised his sword again.

"I'm sorry, Yu Bai, but today, I will take his life."

Wen Yubai had no choice but to step in front of Ye Fuguang and take the sword from his hand.

Yun Zhaoting stopped moving and lowered his sword.

"You...you're going to stop me?"

Wen Yubai drew his sword in response, thus demonstrating his stance.

Yun Zhaoting couldn't be as murderous as he was with Ye Fuguang, so he held back at every turn.

Wen Yubai was concerned about Ye Fuguang's injuries.

That guy was bleeding profusely.

If this continues, he will bleed to death before Yun Zhaoting even has a chance to kill him.

Wen Yubai was anxious, both pestering Yun Zhaoting and signaling to Ye Fuguang with his eyes:

Hurry up!

But Ye Fuguang, like a blind man, stared intently at him with a face covered in blood.

Wen Yubai accepted the bribe.

If Ye Fuguang really dies, it's his own fault.

Yun Zhaoting's eyes were bloodshot, and the wound on his cheek was still bleeding.

"Why, Yu Bai, are you protecting him? Do you know how many families have been torn apart and destroyed by the Demonic Sect!"

"I considered you my closest friend, yet you turned against me for this monster!"

Wen Yubai pursed her lips, speechless.

What could he say? He had no legitimate reason to back it up.

He was the one who wronged him.

Wen Yubai watched as Yun Zhaoting fought, his entire body seemingly on the verge of shattering.

Looking at Ye Fuguang again, I felt like I was about to disappear.

Can't delay any longer.

Wen Yubai hardened his heart, slashed Yun Zhaoting's arm, and then threw out sleeping powder.

He seized the opportunity to turn around, grabbed Ye Fuguang's arm, and hoisted him onto his back.

Ye Fuguang groaned from the impact and spat out another mouthful of blood.

But she still whispered weakly, "You have me in your heart..."

Wen Yubai: ...

He didn't want to talk to the dying man, so he carried him away.

The area below the mountain is now inhabited by the Yun family; it's too dangerous to rush down there so openly.

I need to find a place to hide and treat my wounds first.

Fortunately, he was prepared and had prepared wound medicine.

They hadn't run far when a sharp whistle blew, and signal fireworks exploded in the air.

Upon seeing this, the Yun family members at the foot of the mountain immediately went up the mountain.

On the Wangyan Terrace, only their distraught patriarch could be seen.

Shen Ranxing looked around, his brows furrowing slightly. "You still couldn't kill Ye Fuguang?"

Yun Zhaoting did not answer.

He looked down at the sword wound on his arm, where blood was constantly seeping out.

He didn't cover it up, he just watched quietly.

He couldn't even muster a shred of ruthlessness, yet that person personally injured him for Ye Fuguang's sake.

Bitterness, resentment, anger... a dense mass of emotions welled up in my heart.

It squeezed him so tightly he couldn't breathe.

He forcibly suppressed these turbulent emotions.

"Search them, they can't have gone far."

Shen Ranxing raised an eyebrow. "Them?"

Yun Zhaoting didn't speak, and walked into the woods with his sword in hand.

-

Wen Yubai was carrying Ye Fuguang on his back, and they were almost discovered by the Yun family several times.

We finally found a hidden cave.

Wen Yubai put Ye Fuguang on the ground, and before he could even catch his breath, he lifted him up.

How miserable.

There were several deep wounds that exposed bone, and his black robe was soaked in blood, turning it red.

Ye Fuguang pulled at the relatively clean hem of his clothes and wiped his face.

"Yu Bai..."

"Don't speak."

Wen Yubai didn't want to listen to what he had to say for the time being.

He was afraid that if he said something he didn't like, he might lose control of his strength and accidentally cause the boy to bleed too much.

Wen Yubai carefully took off his clothes and sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound.

For a moment, only suppressed groans could be heard inside the cave.

Ye Fuguang tensed up, trembling slightly, enduring the pain.

But she couldn't hold back and fainted from the pain.

Wen Yubai tore off a piece of his own inner garment and used it to bandage his several serious wounds.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, I heard a rubbing sound coming from the cave entrance.

His heart tightened, and he grabbed Ye Fuguang's sword.