Chapter 430: Agu, He Owes Me Your Life!
The sun and moon were the same sky, and the scorching heat waves dispersed the dark clouds for a hundred li. Just taking a breath felt like one’s throat was burning.
Yun Jiujiu covered her forehead with her hand, squinting at the blazing heat suddenly exploding overhead. She couldn’t help but curse, “What the hell?!”
Xue Tianqiao, nestled in her arms, also narrowed its eyes into slits. As if sensing something was wrong, it quickly burrowed into Yun Jiujiu’s collar and hid, “Ying…”
“Hey! Where are you going?”
Feng Yudie, who was sitting cross-legged behind her, recalled her Spring Aspect Spiritual Energy back to the consciousness of all Xing Tian Division disciples on the three Immortal Ships. Sensing the spiritual power in the sky, comparable to that of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, she immediately shouted, “Xiao Tian!”
Yun Jiujiu, who was fiddling with her collar, suddenly looked back. “What the hell is Xiao Tian again?!”
Feng Yudie didn’t know what that suddenly formed blazing entity in the sky was, but the brocade pouch Ye Anping had given her mentioned: If Fu Yuanhua activated the Seven Aspects Yama Formation with her True Essence, she should use her Spring Aspect Spiritual Energy to break the formation. Her spiritual energy contained the Spring Aspect of all living things, and it was at the opposite pole of the death aspect that seized life in the Seven Aspects Yama Formation. When they collided, the Yin and Yang, which could not be unified, would merge into one, creating a phenomenon of chaotic spiritual energy.
—Let Xiao Tian use the spiritual energy of the Saint Emperor Dragon Body to protect everyone around her.
“Got it!!”
Xiao Tian immediately joined its hands together, producing a clear, ethereal sound above Feng Yudie’s head. Then, it formed sword fingers with both hands, twisted them, and swung them to the sides. Golden Spiritual Energy emanated from the crown of Feng Yudie’s head, forming a massive net that enveloped the three Immortal Ships speeding forward.
The sound and heat wave arrived almost simultaneously.
Roaring…
The disciples of Xing Tian Division on the deck, who had just recovered from the Seven Aspects Yama Formation, were thrown to the ground by the violently shaking Immortal Ship before they could even react. Several of them were even thrown over the railing at the edge of the deck. The net condensed by the Golden Spiritual Energy had no physical form. When the disciples of Xing Tian Division who fell out of the Immortal Ship fell outside the giant net, they were instantly ignited by the incoming chaotic spiritual energy, turning to ash without even a scream.
Feng Yudie gritted her teeth and murmured, “If Young Master Ye were here…”
Just as Feng Yudie was contemplating her next move…
*Swish—*
A black sword light flashed across the sky curtain. The extreme night, which had reversed day due to the phenomenon of chaotic spiritual energy, returned to night’s silence in an instant. The blazing fireball in the sky overhead seemed to be split apart by this sword momentum, disappearing without a trace. The heat wave that had been impacting the golden net instantly subsided, allowing everyone on the Immortal Ship to see the path ahead once more…
“Holy crap!!”
A shout from Yun Jiujiu snapped Feng Yudie out of her thoughts. She looked up at the front and saw that the Immortal Ship they were on was rapidly heading towards an isolated rock pillar nearly a thousand feet tall.
“Yudie!!”
“Where’s the helmsman?! Steer the ship quickly!!”
Yun Jiujiu’s eyes widened, and she shouted at the disciples controlling the Immortal Ship’s direction in a near-scream. However, those helmsmen of Xing Tian Division seemed to have died by their fellow disciples’ swords in Fu Yuanhua’s formation earlier. The Immortal Ship showed no signs of turning. Several disciples of the Core Formation stage also reacted and quickly used their spiritual energy to turn the Immortal Ship. Yun Jiujiu even grabbed her giant sword and rushed towards the towering rock pillar blocking their path, as if wanting to split it apart with her own strength.
Feng Yudie also quickly exclaimed, “Lao Jiu!!” But it was too late…
Boom—!!
With a violent crash, their Immortal Ship collided with it. The Immortal Ship, a hundred zhang long, was almost instantly compressed into splinters, mixed with the shattered rock fragments of the thousand-foot rock pillar, scattering like fireworks…
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“Hah—!”
A furious roar erupted. Fu Yuanhua, after splitting open the blazing sun caused by the explosion of her spiritual treasure with a single sword strike, was now in tattered clothes, her face and body covered in scorched black wounds. She gritted her teeth and exhaled a puff of black mist, looking at the three Immortal Ships protected by a golden net ahead with extreme vigilance.
Were there immortal cultivators with the Spring Aspect on these three Immortal Ships? If she had known there were people like this, she would never have used her prized Seven Aspects Yama Furnace, a Nascent Soul stage spiritual treasure that had helped her overcome countless life-threatening situations. Not only did it explode now, but it also nearly dragged the hundreds of Core Formation stage disciples of Ghost Spirit Sect she had borrowed from Old Ancestor Gui into it…
Fu Yuanhua suddenly thought of Gu Mingxin and He Jiming, who had been by her side just now, and quickly turned her head to look behind her, searching for their figures. The disciples of Ghost Spirit Sect, who had been neatly lined up on their swords, were now scattered by the blazing sun. She scanned the area; at least thirty Core Formation stage cultivators were missing, presumably having turned to dust in the heat wave. It was only when she saw Gu Mingxin protecting herself and He Jiming with spiritual energy a hundred zhang below that Fu Yuanhua breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hoo…”
Gu Mingxin withdrew the blood-colored spiritual barrier in front of her and glanced sideways at He Jiming, who was pale with fear and at a loss, and said coldly, “He Jiming, you owe me your life.” Then she moved closer to Fu Yuanhua’s side.
After He Jiming came to his senses and recalled what had just happened, he felt a deep sense of dread. If it weren’t for Gu Mingxin, he would probably have turned into a wisp of dust on the Gobi Desert, just like those more than thirty missing disciples of Ghost Spirit Sect… He quickly flew on his sword to Fu Yuanhua’s side, reluctantly nodding at Gu Mingxin. “Thank you…”
Gu Mingxin didn’t look at him and said coldly, “You’re welcome.”
Fu Yuanhua looked at the two of them, then scanned the hundreds of Core Formation stage disciples she had borrowed from Old Ancestor Gui. The more than a hundred Ghost Spirit Sect disciples who had been close to her just now had disappeared, and even their storage bags had turned to dust in the blazing sun, becoming part of this Gobi Desert. The remaining hundreds were scattered and injured to varying degrees. It seemed Gu Mingxin had not only protected He Jiming but also these people…
Fu Yuanhua exhaled, and just as she was about to speak, a loud noise from behind interrupted her.
Boom—
The middle Immortal Ship of the three parallel ships had a mutual destruction with a towering rock pillar in the Gobi Desert, turning into碎石木屑 (broken stones and wood chips) and scattering… As for the other two ships, before they could crash, they slightly adjusted their direction, barely brushing past the stone pillar, but they didn’t stop either, continuing to flee southwest.
Fu Yuanhua felt a pang of heartache from the explosion of a Nascent Soul spiritual treasure, but if she could capture the cultivator with the Spring Aspect and refine them into her furnace, it would not be a loss! The Spring Aspect was a type of Dragon Spiritual Energy. In ancient times, humans almost wiped out the dragon race in pursuit of this Spring Aspect Spiritual Energy. Even now, magical artifacts and spirit swords refined with dragon bones were still the best of their kind. She now hoped that the cultivator with the Spring Aspect was not on the wrecked Immortal Ship. If they just died inexplicably like this, she would be at a great loss.
Fu Yuanhua’s eyes narrowed, and she immediately ordered, “Chase!!”
Gu Mingxin and He Jiming cupped their hands in response and led the remaining over three hundred Ghost Spirit Sect disciples and flew after them. Arriving above the wrecked Immortal Ship, He Jiming saw that some of the Xing Tian Division disciples had miraculously survived and quickly requested, “Elder Fu, let me take some people to deal with these…”
However, before he could finish speaking, Fu Yuanhua ignored his request and called for a disciple of Ghost Spirit Sect. “You take a hundred people to deal with these immortal cultivators. The rest will follow me to pursue the other two Immortal Ships.”
“Yes!”
He Jiming’s expression was awkward. He waved to the disciple of Ghost Spirit Sect, who then led a hundred people down. He simply shut his mouth and honestly followed behind Fu Yuanhua, continuing to chase the two escaping Immortal Ships.
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Hum—
Tinnitus was the only sound in Feng Yudie’s ears. She slowly opened her eyes. Xiao Tian was on her face, its face filled with worry. Judging by its lip movements, it seemed to be calling “Yudie, Yudie!!”
Feng Yudie blinked blankly, her consciousness and senses gradually returning.
Huala Huala—
First came the sound of rain, then the clanging of spirit swords from all directions, and the sound of spell explosions from a little further away. Then came Yun Jiujiu’s irritable loli voice: “I’ll f*** my grandma! Die for me!!”
Not far from her, Yun Jiujiu, wielding her giant spiritual sword, which was larger than her body, was fighting three demonic cultivators wearing ghost masks. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder. Feng Yudie didn’t know how long she had been unconscious, but the heavy rain falling on her now told her she had slept for a very long time.
“Yudie!! Yudie!!”
“Ah… Ahh… Cough—” Feng Yudie tried to respond, but her throat felt like something was stuck. As soon as she spoke, she coughed up a clump of solidified blood. After a long while, she could barely speak. “Cough, cough, I’m fine… Did Young Master Ye arrive?”
Hearing this, Xiao Tian was stunned and didn’t know how to answer. Although it was comforted that Yudie was thinking of Anping at this time, it wasn’t the time to be comforted. No matter how prescient Ye Anping was, he couldn’t possibly know they were in trouble so quickly! But looking at Feng Yudie’s exhausted eyes, it took a deep breath and said, “Yudie, Anping is on his way! He’ll be here soon!”
“Mm…” Feng Yudie took a deep breath and quickly reached for her storage bag, taking out a bottle of pills. She bit open the stopper and poured a few pills into her mouth, then used all her strength to prop herself up. Noticing that Xiao Yunluo’s spirit sword was missing, she looked around and quickly went to the side of a fallen disciple of Xing Tian Division, squatting down to retrieve his spirit sword from the bloodstains. “Sorry, just borrowing it!”
At this moment, Yun Jiujiu, who was fighting the demonic cultivators, shouted, “Everyone, get to my side!! They’ve recovered!!” The thirty-two disciples of Xing Tian Division fighting the demonic cultivators around them with their spirit swords pushed back the demonic cultivators in front of them upon hearing the sound, then landed beside Yun Jiujiu in unison, forming hand seals and channeling spiritual energy to Yun Jiujiu.
“Hah—I’ll f*** my grandma!! Come on—!!” Yun Jiujiu took a deep breath, quickly thrust her giant sword into the ground in front of her, and formed a spirit-taming formation with the thirty-two disciples of Xing Tian Division, conjuring a spiritual shield around them that could barely cover everyone.
Thunderbolt—
Lightning flashed among the dark clouds. Spiritual lights, dense as raindrops, flew out from the demonic cultivator formation several li away, pouring towards them and striking the spiritual shield, exploding with deafening roars. Yun Jiujiu maintained the spiritual shield while rummaging through her storage bag for several bottles of Spirit Gathering Pills, throwing them to the disciples of Xing Tian Division behind her. “Eat them quickly! After the spells, those Ghost Spirit Sect sword cultivators will come again!”
This was Feng Yudie’s first time witnessing such a battle between a hundred cultivators. After a long pause, she came to her senses and quickly moved to Yun Jiujiu’s side, following the example of the disciples of Xing Tian Division and channeling her spiritual energy to her. Yun Jiujiu, who had been sweating profusely, suddenly felt her burden lighten. She was stunned for a moment and looked back, seeing Feng Yudie awake. She was so excited that she shouted like she had seen a savior, “You useless thing, you’re finally awake!! It’s been three hours!!! Hurry up and think of a way to take care of those demonic cultivators!! If this continues, when the Nascent Soul cultivator returns, we’ll all die here!!”
Boom—!!
A violent explosion sounded very close. Even with the spiritual shield, they could feel the oppressive pressure. Feng Yudie saw the scarred disciples of Xing Tian Division looking at her with expectant eyes and felt as if a thousand jin of weight had been placed on her shoulders. However, she was actually very confused and didn’t know what to do… Feng Yudie looked at Xiao Tian and conveyed with her eyes: Tell Lao Jiu to come out!
“Yudie, Lao Jiu can’t come out. I’ve already given my spiritual energy to these people, otherwise, Yun Jiejie wouldn’t have been able to hold on for so long. Those demonic cultivators aren’t fighting head-on; it seems they just want to wear us down, waiting for that Nascent Soul cultivator to return…”
“…”
Just hold on until Young Master Ye arrives… Just like before, as long as Young Master Ye arrived, he could solve any problem… Feng Yudie thought subconsciously, clenching the spirit sword in her hand. However, Xiao Tian, who seemed to have seen through her thoughts, hesitated for a moment and then told the truth: “Yudie, Anping… Anping won’t be coming this time! He doesn’t know!”
“…”
Feng Yudie’s eyes widened slightly. The hope in her eyes instantly turned into vacant despair.
Boom—!
The spell flashed and exploded within inches of her. Yun Jiujiu stumbled and almost knelt. “Feng Yudie, what are you standing there for?! Hurry up and think of a solution! I really can’t hold on anymore! Ah—!” Feng Yudie’s lips parted, then clenched tightly. She remembered the brocade pouch Ye Anping had given her before they set off and reached into her storage bag to search, but in her nervousness, she slipped and scattered all dozens of the small brocade pouches at her feet.
“Ah?!” She quickly knelt on the ground and picked up the brocade pouches one by one. The disciples of Xing Tian Division around her looked at her in disarray, and their previous hopeful eyes gradually dimmed.
At this moment, disaster was only a hair’s breadth away. Yun Jiujiu saw her embarrassing state and quickly drew the attention of everyone back to herself, shouting, “I am the second young lady of the Sword Sect!! Listen to me, we’ll endure this wave and break out with me!! You are all disciples of the Imperial Sect’s Xing Tian Division! Xing Tian Division has guarded the Great Wall of the Eastern Domain for a thousand years without the city falling! What the hell are these dozens of Core Formation stage demonic cultivators?!”
“\”… …\””
“What’s the answer?! I’m asking you, damn it!!” Yun Jiujiu frowned slightly, thinking that it was because she was too short that these disciples of Xing Tian Division were not listening to her. She decided that she would lead the charge herself later, breaking her Core to fight, just like when she saved Yun Yiyi at the Sword Sect. Her life was given by Feng Yudie, and now she was returning it.
It was at this moment that Feng Yudie, who was searching through the brocade pouches in front of her, suddenly stopped. Among the nearly forty brocade pouches Ye Anping had given her, one had the words “At a Dead End” embroidered on it. Feng Yudie, as if finding a treasure, quickly tore it open and took out the slip of paper inside. It read:
—”Feng Yudie, you are the Destiny of Tian Shu in this world. Don’t rely too much on me, a retrograde star. I can help you for a while, but not for a lifetime.”
“…” Feng Yudie stared blankly at the words on the slip of paper, then noticed there were words on the back and quickly flipped it over to look.
—”If you survive Gu Mingxin and Fu Yuanhua, I will let my junior sister kiss you.”
“…”
Boom—!!
After a flame explosion, larger than any before, the spells of the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples came to an abrupt halt. Yun Jiujiu took a deep breath and immediately ordered, “Disband the formation! Charge with me!”
Feng Yudie directly interrupted, “Jiujiu!! Throw me with all your might!!”
“Ah?!” Yun Jiujiu was stunned and looked back at Feng Yudie. She wanted to ask what she was doing, but when she saw her snatch two more spirit swords from the two disciples of Xing Tian Division beside her, she understood.
“Don’t die, okay!!” Then, she grabbed Feng Yudie’s wrist, took a deep breath, and veins bulged on her forehead. She stomped her foot, crushing the sandstone beneath her, and began to spin.
“Haaaaaaa—!!”
The moment she was released, Feng Yudie gritted her teeth and swung her sword with all her might.
*Swish—*
A clear sword cry, like an eagle’s cry, echoed across the Gobi Desert. Two li away, the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples lined up on their swords in mid-air saw a flash of white light cut through the rain curtain. Before they could clearly see the scene, they felt a suffocating force approaching! Bright, cold light instantly swept across the necks of several Ghost Spirit Sect disciples. Feng Yudie flew into the formation alone. Seeing the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples around her who had reacted and were now looking at her, she frowned slightly, drawing bursts of scattered light with the Nine Heavens Sword Art.
Yun Jiujiu, who remained in place, took a deep breath. From her perspective, the sword light Feng Yudie cut through the demonic cultivators was as small as a star. No matter how high her talent was, rushing alone into the midst of nearly a hundred cultivators of the same realm was nothing more than a moth flying into a flame. However, these star-like sword lights ignited sparks in the eyes of the remaining thirty-two Xing Tian Division disciples who had lost their will to fight. Yun Jiujiu took a deep breath.
“Charge with me!!!”
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A thousand li away—
Rustle—rustle—rustle—
Under the rain curtain, a pitch-black fox stepped on the sand without a trace, arriving at a cliff on the vast Gobi Desert. Its dark eyes, separated by about several hundred li, coldly glanced at the Immortal Ships speeding southwest under the protection of spells. Then, it jumped off the cliff and merged into the Gobi shadows under the night rain, stealthily heading towards the two Immortal Ships…
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Above the Immortal Ship, Fu Yuanhua held a snake-like spirit sword and stood on her flying sword, scanning the Xing Tian Division disciples on the two Immortal Ships below who were desperately resisting. Her gaze lingered on one person for three breaths before moving to another, muttering, “Not… not… not him either…”
He Jiming, beside her, was already extremely bored watching the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples slaughter, but Fu Yuanhua did not allow him to participate. “Elder Fu, let this disciple also go…”
Fu Yuanhua completely ignored him, her brow furrowed, and she pondered, “Not… Could it be that they’re really all dead?” If she really made a move, these Core Formation stage Xing Tian Division disciples would not last for more than a quarter of an hour. But she was afraid that she might accidentally kill the person with the Spring Aspect, so she did not kill the immortal cultivators on these two Immortal Ships all the way. However, her patience was limited, and she decided to give these people another quarter of an hour…
On the other side, Gu Mingxin remained silent the whole time and was already resting with her eyes closed. She was not interested in the heads of these Xing Tian Division disciples. At this moment, Xue E flew up from the direction of the Immortal Ship below and landed on her shoulder, shaking her head slightly. “Mingxin, they’re not here…”
Gu Mingxin heard this and slowly opened her eyes, revealing her emotionless crimson eyes. She finally couldn’t help but cupped her hands and said, “Elder Fu, since there is nothing for me here, please allow me, your disciple, to return and assist the other team of Ghost Spirit Sect disciples in killing the Xing Tian Division disciples on the wrecked Immortal Ship.”
Fu Yuanhua heard this and glanced at her. After a moment of consideration, she nodded. “Go.”
Gu Mingxin nodded expressionlessly and immediately turned her flying sword and sped back in the direction behind them. He Jiming, on the other hand, looked at Fu Yuanhua allowing Gu Mingxin to leave. It was rare for him to come out, and he hadn’t even killed a single immortal cultivator. He was very unhappy and immediately said, “Elder Fu, I’ll go with Junior Sister Gu.”
“Not allowed…” He Jiming couldn’t believe it. “Why?!”
“These Xing Tian Division disciples, while seemingly unable to fight back, are still beyond your ability to handle individually. Going there would be sending yourself to your death…” Hearing this, He Jiming gritted his teeth and widened his eyes. “I am the third young master of the He family. My father is He Buqun, the Great Elder of the Tian Mo Sect. I obey Elder Fu out of respect. If my father asked me to monitor Young Master Gu, and you let Young Master Gu leave alone, how can I report back to my father? Should I say Elder Fu obstructed me?”
“…”
“Farewell!” He Jiming cupped his hands in a salute and no longer cared about Fu Yuanhua’s orders. He turned his flying sword and chased after Gu Mingxin. Fu Yuanhua’s brow furrowed, but she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, no longer bothering with him. Gu Mingxin had protected He Jiming during the explosion of the spiritual treasure. Gu Mingxin should understand priorities, and it should be fine to let them deal with those half-dead Xing Tian Division disciples… Thinking this, Fu Yuanhua shifted her gaze back to the Xing Tian Division disciples on the Immortal Ships who were still resisting, continuing to search for immortal cultivators with Spring Aspect spiritual energy…
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Swoosh, swoosh—
In the rain curtain, Gu Mingxin pierced through clouds and rain. In just the time it took for an incense stick to burn, she had traveled a hundred li on her sword. The expressionless face she had when she was beside Fu Yuanhua had gradually transformed into a somewhat ferocious smile over time. Xue E, perched on her head, saw her return to this vibrant appearance and felt both relieved and worried. She simply stopped talking and tried to use her intangible body to shield her from the wind and rain.
“Feng Yudie, don’t you dare die at the hands of those Ghost Spirit Sect disciples first!!”
Boom—
The flying sword made a sound of explosion, as if the rain had intensified a bit… Gu Mingxin flew her sword at full speed, nearly causing the flying sword beneath her to explode due to her malevolent spiritual energy. They had chased those two Immortal Ships for nearly two hours, but she had arrived above the wreckage of the wrecked Immortal Ship in less than half an hour.
Thunderbolt—
Amidst the thunder and rain, a white light flashed across the sky curtain, illuminating the dark Gobi Desert. The surroundings were in ruins, filled with pits caused by spell attacks and the scattered limbs and remains of disciples from Ghost Spirit Sect and Xing Tian Division. Although the rainwater had washed away the bloodstains on the ground, the smell of rusted blood still permeated the air. Gu Mingxin landed on the ground and scanned the surroundings among the corpses with her eyes, searching for a silver-white figure, but only found a small clump of silver-white broken hair soaked by the rain.
Ding ding—
The sound of spirit swords clashing could be heard from afar. It wasn’t very clear in the rain curtain, but she instantly captured it. She then summoned her own blood-colored spirit sword, stepped over a few puddles of mixed blood, and walked to a slightly higher part of the sand dune. About a hundred zhang away, the figure that should have been completely white was now stained with a faint bloody red. Feng Yudie was panting, holding a spirit sword snatched from a demonic cultivator, fighting a Core Formation stage disciple of Ghost Spirit Sect. With two sword lights flashing, the Ghost Spirit Sect disciple’s head fell to the ground. Feng Yudie could no longer stand and knelt on one knee, supporting herself with her sword and coughing up blood. Of the thirty-two disciples of Xing Tian Division, only five were still standing. The rest had become part of this Gobi Desert in the last desperate battle.
Yun Jiujiu, dragging her spirit sword, hobbled to her side and helped her up. “Feng Yudie, I still have some strength… I’ll carry you…”
At this moment, a silver snake stretched across the dark clouds above. Thunderbolt— White light struck Gu Mingxin’s back on the sand dune, her shadow stretching infinitely until it fell at Feng Yudie’s feet.
“Yudie…” Feng Yudie slowly looked up, looking at Gu Mingxin who had appeared above the sand dune, her eyes widening slightly. In the end, she appeared when she least wanted her to. Yun Jiujiu, beside her, looked up, saw another Core Formation stage cultivator, took a deep breath, and carried her spirit sword on her shoulder.
“Damn it! Where did another one pop out from?!” Saying this, Yun Jiujiu strode towards Gu Mingxin but was grabbed by the ankle by Feng Yudie, falling face-first onto the ground.
“Ouch?! What are you doing, you useless thing… Why are you pulling me?”
“Let’s go! Take the remaining five people and go!!”
“What the hell?!” Yun Jiujiu was stunned. Before she could react, Feng Yudie dragged her by the ankle and threw her towards the remaining five disciples of Xing Tian Division. Feng Yudie took a deep breath, stood up, swung her spirit sword in her hand, and then said solemnly, “Go!”
The five people behind her were stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement. Two of them carried Yun Jiujiu and turned their flying swords, heading somewhat crookedly towards a valley not far to the northwest.
“What are you guys doing?! Let me down!! I killed so many Core Formation stage demonic cultivators, what’s one more?! What’s there to be afraid of…” Yun Jiujiu’s voice faded into the distance until it completely disappeared. Feng Yudie finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand, tucked away the scattered bangs from before her golden eyes, and tied them back with a hair tie.
“So shabby… To save those disciples of Xing Tian Division, I even lost the spiritual energy to summon the Saint Emperor Dragon Body.” Gu Mingxin’s eyes revealed a hint of disappointment. She slowly slid down from the sand dune, then stopped ten feet away from Feng Yudie, not moving forward.
“Did Ye Anping not come to save you this time? It seems he abandoned you. And it’s true, are you worthy of being by his side? If only I had met him before you.”
“Young Master Ye will come, he definitely will come.”
“Will he appear suddenly before I cut your throat like he did in the Northern Region last time? This time is different from the Northern Region. There won’t be any more useless people like Jiang Mojiao holding me back.” Feng Yudie bit her lip slightly, lowered her eyes, and looked at the spirit sword in her hand that already had a notch. She remembered what Ye Anping had said to Gu Mingxin last time.
—”Ah Gu, you’re the only one left.”
She took a deep breath and said, “Gu Mingxin.”
“What?”
“You’ve been alone since you were little, with no friends or family. Beside me, I have Junior Sister Pei, Senior Sister Xiao, Jiujiu, Elder Qin, Prefect Li… so many people, and Young Master Ye. They’ve all been kind to me. Do you have any friends alive in the Eastern Domain? Are you envious of me? Jealous of me? So you want to steal my Young Master Ye?”
“…”
“Dream on. Even if I die at your hands today, Ye Anping will never go to your side. He will avenge me. In the past, whenever I was in mortal danger, he would always appear, stand in front of me, and shield me from the wind and rain, just like my master.”
Gu Mingxin’s eyes widened slightly, and anger flickered in her crimson eyes, but she did not retort.
“…”
“I heard Young Master Ye mention your master. He’s the Sect Master of the Tian Mo Sect, right? He just wants your Tian Mo Book Scroll. Do you want to go back and tell him you have it and see what he does to you?”
“…”
“There’s a blood pool in the forbidden area behind the Tian Mo Sect. It’s filled with the blood of his disciples gathered over thousands of years. Do you know about that? The Heavenly Scroll of the Dao doesn’t mention it, and your scroll definitely doesn’t. Ye Anping told me.” Feng Yudie looked directly into Gu Mingxin’s eyes, knowing that if Gu Mingxin willed it, she would be decapitated instantly. She was already using all her strength just to stand upright. So, all she could do now was to stall for time, to help Jiujiu and the others escape into the valley to the northwest for as long as possible.
Xiao Tian bit its lips and stood on Feng Yudie’s shoulder. No matter how foolish it was, it knew what was about to happen, but it also understood that no matter how much it wanted to cry, it absolutely could not. In the past, only a few holders of the Heavenly Scroll of the Dao had ascended to immortality. As for the others, they either died from demonic beast attacks, or died of sorrow after losing loved ones and waiting for their lifespans to run out, or died by the sword of heavenly tribulation… Xiao Tian could not change anything now. All it could do was accompany Yudie on this path.
“Suck—” Gu Mingxin frowned and asked, “Do you have anything else to say?”
“Do you have any roasted chicken? I’m hungry…”
Bang—
A flash of sword light. Gu Mingxin was almost in front of Feng Yudie in one step, raising her sword towards her side neck. However, just as the blood-colored spirit sword was about to fall to the side of Feng Yudie’s neck.
Rumble—
The dark clouds scattered instantly, and a gust of wind blew from behind her. Gu Mingxin’s eyes narrowed, and the blood-colored spirit sword in her hand stopped an inch from Feng Yudie’s side neck. She turned her head and saw a giant fox head formed by black spiritual mist appear in the sky curtain. Even from nearly a thousand li away, it was clearly visible. Even if Xue E hadn’t said anything, Gu Mingxin immediately realized that something had happened to Elder Fu.
And in the next moment, a delicate voice came from between Feng Yudie and Gu Mingxin. Xue Tianqiao, covered in mud, dug a hole and poked her head out from below. “Oh~~ My master is here~~ Master~~ I’m here!! Ying—!!” Feng Yudie had forgotten about her just now, but thinking that she was a demon beast and the demonic cultivators wouldn’t dare to touch her, she didn’t pay much attention. She didn’t expect her to dig a hole and hide underground…
Ying—!!
The fox’s cry echoed for a thousand li, stirring up gusts of sand. Feng Yudie exhaled, and simply fell to the ground. Looking at Gu Mingxin holding her spirit sword, she said, “I told you Young Master Ye would come.” At the same time, He Jiming’s voice came. “Junior Sister Gu! That’s…”
!!
Gu Mingxin heard He Jiming’s voice and looked back again. Confirming that He Jiming had caught up, she raised her spirit sword again and thrust it towards Feng Yudie’s neck. However, this time Xue E blocked her.
“Mingxin! Don’t kill her, leave a way out. Even if He Jiming lives, his words are useless!! It’s the same for you returning to the Tian Mo Sect…”
“…”
Gu Mingxin looked at Feng Yudie, who was lying on the ground and grinning at her, and roared, “Tell Ye Anping, he owes me your life!”
“Mingxin, take this foolish white creature away…” Before Xue E could finish speaking, Xiao Tian, floating in mid-air, punched it in the face, sending it spinning three and a half times around its body.
“Hey!! Sneak attack!!”
“Golden fool!!”
“Xue E, let’s go!!” Gu Mingxin glared at Feng Yudie fiercely, then flashed in front of the still-unresponsive He Jiming, hit him on the back of the neck with her sword hilt, tied him up with a rope, jumped onto her flying sword, and flew towards the east, leaving the place.
Just as she flew a hundred feet up, a black mist suddenly condensed beside Feng Yudie, then formed into a black fox as big as a human. It then raised its front paw and stepped on Feng Yudie’s face, glaring down at her fiercely.
Ying—!!
“Did Dan Yue, that old woman, instigate you to help my disciple?!” Feng Yudie calmly closed her eyes, relaxing. Xue Tianqiao, with half its body in the mud, tilted its head and asked, “Master, are your claws too smelly? Sister Bai Mao has fainted.”
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