In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 1358: The Qualifications to Challenge

Chapter 1358: Chapter 1358: The Qualifications to Challenge

Time retrogressed, back to the blink of an eye before.

At the moment Ning Wenxuan burst forth with a stabbing motion, Qin Yi was closer to Su Pan’er. Instinctively, he reached out and pushed her, shoving Su Pan’er aside.

But just when he thought everything was going to be alright, Mrs. Ning, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly sat up. Ning Wenxuan’s sword pierced into her left side, straight through the fourth rib, striking her heart with deadly accuracy...

Qin Yi’s cry of grief seemed to penetrate the mountain walls, echoing incessantly within the cave.

"Mrs. Ning! Mrs... Ning..."

Su Pan’er, who had been pushed away, also quickly reacted and hurriedly moved forward to attempt a rescue, guarding her heart vein with her Inner Strength.

"How could this happen! Mrs. Ning, you won’t be in trouble. I will definitely cure you, you surely won’t have troubles..."

Yet, Su Pan’er, who was proficient in medical skills, knew all too well that the opponent’s sword had not only pierced directly into Mrs. Ning’s heart but had also, due to the Inner Strength infused in the strike upon entry, shattered several heart veins. Even her heart was now as tattered as a sieve, and the blood, like floodwaters breaking through a dam, simply could not be stopped.

This demonstrated Ning Wenxuan’s ruthless Killing Intent toward Qin Yi!

Su Pan’er started to administer hasty aid, but her hands were caught by Mrs. Ning.

"It’s no use, child..."

Mrs. Ning struggled to smile at her, her voice so faint it was nearly inaudible, as blood gushed from her mouth in great spurts: "I... I can’t make it..."

"Don’t speak, Mrs. Ning. I am a miracle healer! A healer who can save lives and mend bones, I will definitely cure you! I will..."

As Su Pan’er attempted aid in a fluster, tears began to slip from her eyes.

"It’s really... no use!"

Mrs. Ning painfully looked at her: "I just want to go find my, my Brother Meng... He has been waiting for me for so long... Without me, he will be very lonely..."

Her hands were pale and elegant, gripping Su Pan’er’s hand with such strength.

Her Brother Meng, the lover she had forgotten after her amnesia!

Yet her gaze was fixed unblinkingly on Qin Yi, as if she wanted to imprint his image into her eyes.

"Child... child..."

Qin Yi had not yet snapped out of the sudden turn of events, but hearing her call, he subconsciously moved closer and took hold of her outstretched hand.

He moved his mouth several times but could not utter a word.

But Mrs. Ning smiled. As she did, the blood overflowing from her mouth choked her into a constant cough.

"Forgive, forgive me... I have just remembered now..."

One sentence made the tears in Qin Yi’s eyes impossible to contain: "I don’t blame you, really. You are not at fault. You... It was beyond your control..."

Over the years, Qin Yi did not know how Mrs. Ning had survived.

But at this moment, her eyes held only the look of death, without the slightest desire to live.

"You must stop speaking, let Pan’er treat your wounds. Please stop talking..."

The tears finally fell.

"It’s too late now..."

Mrs. Ning suddenly smiled and slowly closed her eyes, looking at some point in the void: "Brother Meng has come for me, Brother Meng has come to take me! Brother Meng... Brother Meng... Brother..."

Her lips still bore the smile, yet those eyes refused to close ever again.

Qin Yi held her gradually cooling hand tightly, weeping like a child.

Ning Wenxuan’s hand still maintained the position of a thrust, but his eyes bulged in shock, staring at everything in front of him, utterly unable to believe what he was seeing.

"No, it’s not possible, not possible! Not possible... No!"

He muttered to himself, suddenly letting go of the sword he held, unable to help but shake his head and step back.

"It can’t be! You won’t die, you’re my Ning Wenxuan’s wife, how could you possibly die? Pan’er, I forbid you to die! Do you understand me? I forbid you to die, Pan’er..."

He shouted as if possessed by madness!

Yet he couldn’t stop laughing manically, followed by covering his face and weeping loudly.

"Pan’er, why, why don’t you like me? You clearly don’t remember him anymore, but why, why would you give up your own life for him... I won’t accept this, even in death I won’t accept it! Ah..."

"You killed her!"

Qin Yi finally spoke up, slowly raising his head, looking at Ning Wenxuan who seemed crazed in front of him, grasping the blood-stained sword, slowly stood up, and step by step moved toward Ning Wenxuan.

The bloodied sword pointed forward: "You killed her! Why didn’t you stop? Why? Speak, I want you to speak!"

Ning Wenxuan stopped crying.

Yes!

Why couldn’t he stop himself at that moment?

"Want to know why?"

The constantly shaking cave had stopped without anyone realizing, but the sudden voice still startled the three people present!

"Who?"

Qin Yi asked instinctively.

"Immeasurable Longevity Lord!"

With those words, Venerable Priest Liao Chen appeared before them in a bright yellow Taoist robe with Eight Trigrams, holding a sacred whisk, and donning a Purple Sun Hat.

And behind him, besides Ning Zhuoyue from the Ning Family whom Su Pan’er had met, there were also two men older than Ning Zhuoyue, both with eyes wide open, looking incredulously at the scene before them.

"Mother!" "Mother!" "Mother!"

The three men called out in unison, not caring about the many people present, pouncing toward their mother who was clearly lifeless, falling to their knees in a row on the ground, weeping profoundly.

Su Pan’er unconsciously took a few steps back, feeling as though everything happening before her eyes was like a dream.

"It’s you!"

Qin Yi’s eyebrows raised, watching the newcomer cautiously.

On the other hand, Ning Wenxuan almost rolled to Venerable Priest Liao Chen’s feet, kneeling on the ground and desperately tugging at his robe begging.

"Junior Brother Six, Junior Brother Six, the eldest senior brother said you were the most capable! Hurry, hurry, save her, please save her... As long as you can bring her back to life, I promise, I won’t treat her like this again! I just want her to live, to live well..."

Ning Wenxuan wept until he was hoarse and exhausted.

"Immeasurable Longevity Lord! Eldest senior brother, if only you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"

Venerable Priest Liao Chen bowed and murmured to himself.

They were the scriptures for guiding deceased souls to rebirth!

Ning Wenxuan, enraged at this point, no longer cared about appearances, scrambled to his feet, grabbing Venerable Priest Liao Chen’s robe, twisting and shaking him incessantly.

"Liao Chen, you old bald donkey, did you not hear what I said? I want you to save her! Why won’t you save her!?"

"Save her? Heh..."

Liao Chen was thrown near the three brothers, looking at his little apprentice sister who had already passed away, he instead laughed!

"Ning Wenxuan, oh Ning Wenxuan, after so many years, you’re still so foolish, still so ensnared in your own world that you can’t free yourself! Do you really think the heavens have such kindness, to let you do whatever you please? Have you not considered, how can a person have two lifetimes? You’ve harmed her in two lifetimes! This lifetime and the last, you have accumulated too many debts... Do you think you still have the right to challenge me?"