Rebirth of the Innkeeper's Wife: She's Not to Be Messed With

Chapter 152 The Force Behind the Ink Moon Sect?

Seeing that the situation was not good, the bandit leader couldn't help but panic.

He hurriedly blew the whistle he carried with him, and the sharp, piercing sound instantly tore through the sky.

Not long after, a series of noisy footsteps approached from afar, indicating that another group of reinforcements had rushed to the scene.

Faced with this menacing group of enemies, everyone present remained calm and showed no fear.

Huan Yuechu's eyes sharpened, and without hesitation, she reached for her waist.

In an instant, a flash of cold light appeared, and she firmly grasped an incomparably sharp and chilling soft sword in her hand.

With a clear and sharp shout, she vanished like a ghost, rushing towards the bandits who had just arrived on the battlefield with lightning speed.

Her speed was so fast, like a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky, that it was impossible for anyone to catch a trace of her.

At the same time, Xu Yan, who was standing to the side, did not hesitate at all.

He gripped his weapon tightly, intently watching his surroundings.

Anyone who dares to approach Huan Yuechu, who is charging into battle, will be met with a merciless and fierce counterattack.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the clashing of swords and the flickering of light.

A series of chilling screams rang out, and blood splattered everywhere.

This made the already tense scene even more tragic and bloody.

On the other side of the battlefield, the perfect teamwork between Mu Yang and Grandpa Yun could only be described as "seamless".

One of them is the main attacker, and the other is the main defender.

One move is powerful and forceful, the other is light and agile.

Mu Yang was responsible for maintaining a tight defense, firmly protecting everyone behind him.

Meanwhile, Grandpa Yun, relying on his superb martial arts skills, constantly took the initiative to attack, putting immense pressure on the enemy.

They responded to each other and supported one another, making it impossible for the enemy to find any opportunity to launch an effective attack.

As for Wen Xingyu, she carefully and vigilantly protected Xiaobao and the villagers, hiding them in a relatively safe place to the side in case of any unexpected situation.

But who could have predicted that this group of reinforcements would actually contain a ruthless and extremely powerful figure?

After just a few rounds, even the skilled Huan Yuechu was accidentally hit and suffered a serious injury.

As the situation gradually turned against them, at this critical juncture...

Suddenly, a melodious flute tune drifted from the depths of the nearby mountains and forests...

In that instant, the once arrogant and domineering bandits seemed to suddenly hear a terrifying signal from the depths of hell.

Their faces turned ashen, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Then, like startled birds, they scattered and fled, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

This sudden turn of events left everyone present bewildered and confused, completely baffled.

Just as everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment, a gentle breeze suddenly blew by, carrying with it a faint fragrance of flowers.

A young man dressed in a pure white robe arrived gracefully, as if a celestial being had descended to earth.

He moved with light steps and elegant posture, each step seemingly walking on clouds, exuding an extraordinary and refined temperament.

The young man in white walked straight to Huan Yuechu, who was injured and lying on the ground, and knelt down to carefully examine her injuries.

His movements were gentle and careful, as if he were afraid of hurting the injured person in the slightest.

Looking at the shocking wounds on Huan Yuechu's body, he couldn't help but frown, his heartache evident in his expression.

Then, he spoke softly, "It's been a long time, Chu'er. Why are you still so reckless?" His voice was gentle and deep, like heavenly music.

At this moment, Huan Yuechu struggled to raise her head and finally saw the face of the person in front of her clearly.

However, a hint of confusion and bewilderment flashed in her eyes, as if she had no recollection of this person.

She tried hard to think, but her mind remained blank, so she asked in confusion, "Who are you...? I don't think I know you?"

Seeing this, the young man in white simply sighed softly and replied gently.

"It's alright, Chu'er. You're always like this, often forgetting things. But it's okay, as long as I remember you." After saying that, he reached out to touch Huan Yuechu's face, but stopped in mid-air, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly withdrew his hand.

At this moment, Wen Xingyu, who had been observing from the side, could not suppress her curiosity and stepped forward to look the mysterious young man who had suddenly appeared up and down.

Then she turned to Huan Yuechu and asked, "Sister Yuechu, who is this person? You two seem to know each other!"

Faced with Wen Xingyu's question, Huan Yuechu was momentarily at a loss for words.

Just as she was stammering, the young man in white spoke first, introducing himself, "I am Su Jinyan, and I am Huan Yuechu's fellow disciple."

Upon hearing this, Wen Xingyu nodded in sudden understanding.

But at the same time, Huan Yuechu's doubts grew stronger—who exactly was this Su Jinyan who claimed to be her senior brother?

Why did he know her name? And why did she have absolutely no memory of him? Countless questions swirled in her mind, giving her a splitting headache…

Grandpa Yun walked forward steadily, clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to Su Jin, and said with a face full of gratitude.

"Thank you so much, Young Master Su, for your kind assistance! If it weren't for your timely help, things would have been very difficult to resolve today, and the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Upon seeing this, Su Jinyan quickly returned the greeting and replied with a smile, "Senior, you flatter me. This is nothing to worry about. The Moyue Sect has been committing all sorts of evil deeds and oppressing the good people. They should have been severely punished long ago."

Huan Yuechu, standing to the side, frowned slightly, a thoughtful expression on her face, and said softly.

"The Mo Yue Sect is so rampant yet it can't be stopped no matter how many times it's banned. Is there a much larger force hidden behind it?"

Upon hearing this, Su Jinyan's expression turned serious, and he slowly nodded.

“Junior Sister’s concerns are very valid. After my in-depth investigation, I discovered that the Mo Yue Sect seems to be secretly supported by certain officials of the imperial court.”

Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback and looked at each other in surprise.

The young Xiao Bao couldn't help but tug at Huan Yuechu's clothes, blinking his big eyes as he asked.

"Sister, should we...should we still go find Daddy?"

Huan Yuechu gently patted Xiao Bao's head and answered with a firm gaze.

"Of course we need to find them, but before that, we must first settle the matter of the Ink Moon Sect."