Dashing Student Chapter 960: Finally Reunited with Xiaoyu

The woman in his arms raised her head, her eyes slightly panicked, with bloodstains on her long dress and her hair disheveled, as if she had been injured.

Originally a fairy-like figure, she appeared somewhat tattered, like she had fallen to the mortal realm.

Yet Chen Nan immediately recognized the woman before him, almost too excited to contain himself.

"Xiao, Xiaoyu!"

To hide his identity, Chen Nan always wore a bamboo hat and a face mask. Whenever he needed to remove the mask, he would use the "Heavenly Fox Form" to change his appearance.

Thus, the woman in his arms only saw those familiar eyes, and an indescribable feeling surged forth. Coupled with Chen Nan’s familiar address, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Chen... Chen Nan?!"

She reached out with trembling hands to remove Chen Nan’s mask, and the familiar face came into view, making her unable to hold back her tears.

"It’s me, I’ve come to find you."

Just those few words dissolved all the previous grievances and longing.

The two embraced and cried, the day and night’s yearning finally coming true at this moment.

"I heard your name but couldn’t believe it was really you, it’s so wonderful, truly wonderful..."

Nie Xiaoyu tightly clung to Chen Nan, as if letting go would mean Chen Nan disappearing again.

Beside them, Xuan Hui lowered his head, quietly playing the role of a backdrop.

Meanwhile, Tang Zhirou, witnessing this scene, felt very uncomfortable, crossed her arms and stood awkwardly, eventually pretending to cough, breaking the emotional atmosphere.

The sound of coughing reminded Nie Xiaoyu of the current situation, realizing it’s not the time for heart-to-heart exchanges, she hurriedly pushed Chen Nan away.

"Hurry and leave, I can’t drag you down with me!"

As her words fell, several figures appeared behind them.

The third room in the hall appeared more like a spacious Martial Arts Arena, surrounded by numerous weapon racks.

However, at this moment, all the weapon racks had been toppled, and the valuable weapons and shields had been taken, leaving only scrap metal.

The leading man had a peculiar hairstyle, with a single long braid in the middle of his head resembling a scorpion’s tail, full of wickedness on his face.

The few individuals following him didn’t look like good people either, their bodies emitting strong Demonic Qi, clearly Demon Cultivators.

Entering the Ancient Realm Secret Realm were not only righteous cultivators, but many from the Demon Path as well, with the notorious Tu Susu as a representative.

"Oh, Fairy Rain has found herself some helpers? A pretty boy and a monk, playing such a trick, truly entertaining."

The leading cultivator’s smile was mocking, paying no heed to Chen Nan and the rest.

Seeing Chen Nan implicated, Nie Xiaoyu became frantic, promptly blocking in front of Chen Nan.

"Gui Li, they’re not involved, let them leave!"

The man named Gui Li burst into laughter, his brows and eyes laced with sarcasm.

"Fairy Rain, have you lost your mind? Letting them leave, so they can tell the Yuantian Sect that we killed you?"

Panicked, guilt overwhelming her heart, Nie Xiaoyu turned to look at Chen Nan.

"I dragged you into this, you must escape later and inform the Yuantian Sect; they will avenge me!"

Seeing the girl before him risking her life to create an escape opportunity for them, Chen Nan couldn’t help but embrace Nie Xiaoyu tightly.

Nothing had changed; Nie Xiaoyu was still the straightforward, kind-hearted girl, always the cherished moonlight in his heart.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you."

Nie Xiaoyu’s face blushed immediately, unwilling to push Chen Nan away, savoring the warmth from Chen Nan’s embrace, even if only for a fleeting moment.

Witnessing this, Gui Li couldn’t hold back his fury, "Fairy Rain, it seems you don’t regard us at all. Rest assured, I’ll kill the pretty boy first, and let the fairy be a doomed pair on the road to the underworld."

Nie Xiaoyu promptly summoned a slender Spirit Sword, glaring angrily at Gui Li and the others.

"Chen Nan, this time you must listen to me, I’ll hold them off!"

Just as she was about to advance, Chen Nan held her small hand, offering her a reassuring smile.

"Listen to me, go heal first, leave these small fry to me."

With that, he took out a Sixth Grade Healing Medicine from his storage bag and handed it over, the best healing medicine he had.

After killing so many, he had accumulated some assets.

Nie Xiaoyu was surprised upon seeing the Sixth Grade Healing Pills: "Sixth Grade Elixir? This... is too precious!"

Even as a Direct Disciple of the Sect Leader, Nie Xiaoyu received many resources from the sect, but Sixth Grade Elixirs were not easily obtainable.

"Do you need to stand on ceremony with me? Go and rest, won’t you?"

Tang Zhirou rolled her eyes at the duo’s display, almost gazing at the ceiling.

"Hey, hey, hey, can’t you two pay attention? There are so many people watching, I can’t bear it!"

Scolded, Nie Xiaoyu’s cheeks flushed red, wishing she could sink into the ground.

"Go away, what nonsense are you talking?" Chen Nan glared at Tang Zhirou, yet did not make her restrain and instead let her continue.

"Ah, from calling each other ’younger sister’ to being discarded like an old shoe, truly a harsh world, and fickle hearts." She faked a dramatic display, causing Chen Nan’s fists to itch.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll make you regret it once we’re outside!"

Xuan Hui smiled slightly, seemingly detecting some clues but chose not to point them out.

"Amitabha, rest assured, Benefactor Chen, this humble monk will protect both young ladies."

Opposite them, Gui Li and his men could no longer contain themselves, their smiles replaced with fury, as Chen Nan and the others seemingly treated them as air.

This feeling of being ignored was more enraging than humiliation.

"Enough!"

"You’re simply too much. A pretty boy dare boast so arrogantly, with only a Foundation Establishment seventh level of cultivation, who gave you the courage?"

"Soon I shall use your head as a chamber pot!"

With those words, a Demon Cultivator leaped forward, a flash of black light in his hand, summoning a scorpion-tail-shaped iron hook enveloped in Poisonous Fog, attacking Chen Nan.

"Be careful!"

Though she had retreated several steps, Nie Xiaoyu still worried endlessly, knowing the viciousness of the Demon Cultivators who had been hunting her, having killed other disciples of the Yuantian Sect, their power overwhelming.

Therefore, anxiously she ran over.

Yet Chen Nan stood there unmoving, facing the incoming hook, merely spreading his hand to catch it boldly.

Even with its sharpness, the iron hook couldn’t pierce his palm.

Seeing this, the Demon Cultivator laughed loudly: "Such a fool, once you touch my poison, there’s no escape from death, how dare you grab it with your hand? A foolhardy moron!"

"Let’s see how miserably you die, your guts torn apart, bones and blood dissolving!"