“Why run?”
Wen Li directly flicked her hand, and Hold On immediately flew out to pursue him.
Seeing the exit right before his eyes, Wangquan Sheng once again coughed up blood and desperately mobilized his spiritual energy to run.
“Boom!”
Unfortunately, Hold On still beat him to it, blocking the entrance.
Wangquan Sheng’s pupils contracted. He clutched the sharp pain in his chest, filled with unwillingness. His Master had already fallen into slumber, and his cultivation had regressed to its original Early-Stage Foundation Establishment. Was he really going to be trapped here?!
He held the Cangchen Sword and turned, his gaze fierce as he looked at Wen Li, not believing that such a meticulous, murderous, and strange cultivator would let him go.
Wen Li flew forward. Seeing him about to fight to the death with the Cangchen Sword in hand, she simply crossed her arms and spoke indifferently.
“I won’t kill you.”
Wangquan Sheng quirked his lips, sneering, “I don’t dare to believe your words.”
Since they first met upon entering the tomb, how many times had she tricked him?
“If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t waste time dilly-dallying.” Wen Li, feeling untrusted, gave a light ‘tsk’ and spread her hands helplessly. “I can let you live, but you must remember, you owe me a life, and you will repay me in the future.”
These words made Zongzheng Huangyue’s brows furrow from afar. Master had said that Wangquan Sheng was protected by providence and wouldn't die. Was she intentionally letting him off to gain a favor, perhaps for her?
“Really?” Wangquan Sheng’s eyes showed surprise, but his defensive posture remained unchanged.
Wen Li nodded, “However, I want a drop of your essence blood.”
“...” Just as expected.
Wangquan Sheng was silent for a few moments. Essence blood was the most concentrated and vital part of a cultivator’s spiritual energy and bloodline. While not as uniquely tied to one’s life as Soul Blood, extracting a drop of essence blood would reduce cultivation and lifespan. And he was currently severely injured...
But his gaze fell on Zongzheng Huangyue, and seeing the Moon Soul Arrow in her hand, his eyes softened.
“Alright!”
But this was not the time for him to negotiate.
Wangquan Sheng held his sword defensively in front of him. With his right hand on his brow, he closed his eyes and performed hand signs. A drop of light gradually emerged, transforming into a drop of fresh blood. He put it into a bottle and threw it to Wen Li from a distance.
“Can I leave now?”
His face was much paler than before, and his body trembled slightly. He was forcing himself to endure, relying on the will to get out alive.
Wen Li took the bottle, opened it, and examined it carefully. It was indeed essence blood, but...
“The unwritten rules of the cultivation world state that when a person leaves, their wealth stays. Don’t you understand?”
Even a small mosquito is still meat. Anything the Chosen of the Heavenly Dao put into his storage bag must be valuable.
Wangquan Sheng clenched his jaw. Without a word, he decisively ripped off his storage bag and threw it to her.
He turned his back, still wondering if she would demand the bone ring from his hand.
Wen Li finally waved her hand magnanimously.
“You can go now. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll let you off.”
“...”
Wangquan Sheng clenched his hands. A surge of suppressed anger rose in his chest, and a coppery sweetness in his throat almost overflowed from his mouth. But he wasn't one to give up a fight, so to avoid losing face in front of such a venomous and malicious person as Wen Li, he forced himself to swallow it down.
He turned and left immediately.
“Tsk, so impolite, not even saying goodbye. How rude.”
Wen Li’s and Zongzheng Huangyue’s mocking voices came from far behind him.
What was he supposed to say? If he opened his mouth, he'd just spit blood. He should have just spat it on her!
Forcing himself to fly to the entrance, Wangquan Sheng, whose opportunity to gain the Moon Soul Arrow was snatched, whose wealth was plundered, who was used as a pawn to curb Wangquan Qihuan, who suffered severe injuries, whose old man in the bone ring fell into slumber, who lost a drop of essence blood, and whose Little Black was taken, could no longer hold back. Again, he was so enraged by Wen Li that he couldn't catch his breath, and this time he directly coughed up the blood in his mouth.
“Cough—pfft!”
Luo Yuntian, Helian Zhou, Bai Jinshui, and the three Foundation Establishment disciples, who only knew half of his plight, showed a trace of sympathy in their eyes out of humanity.
“...” It was too tragic. Even Dou E would shed tears for him, it was that tragic.
Wangquan Sheng had spent money, exerted effort, and suffered severe injuries after all that trouble, while Wen Li was completely unharmed, her pockets full, and still extorted and mocked him. If it were them, they would also be furious to death.
“Hey.”
Wen Li heard the commotion, looked over, and was startled, thinking someone else had arrived.
“What’s the matter? So young and already so frail.”
Wen Li looked at Zongzheng Huangyue and, along with the black fleeceball on her shoulder, instructed, “You two can’t be such weaklings in the future. You need to train your bodies well. Don’t just vomit blood and guts over every little setback. Useless.”
“Pfft!”
This time, Wangquan Sheng was so infuriated that his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.
His chest heaved violently, his face distorted. Blood trickled from his lips, down his cheeks, and into his neck. Resentment and hatred intertwined in his eyes, the blood staining his collar and robes. His light-colored robe was covered in blood, making him look particularly horrifying. His face was pale and wretched, his clothes tattered.
Utterly miserable and forlorn.
Wangquan Sheng, with his last trembling hand, commanded the Cangchen Sword to carry him, and he flew away at light speed, not lingering for another second.
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn't die from his severe injuries, but from sheer anger.
Seeing that he had truly left, Wen Li knew when to stop, but still couldn't resist one last venomous remark.
“As expected of a Chosen of the Heavenly Dao. Still not dead after all that. Even more persistent than an old undying like me, destined to last ten thousand years and cause trouble.”
Only Zongzheng Huangyue and Hua Cishu could hear these words.
Zongzheng Huangyue: “...” She wasn't sure if Master was praising herself for being capable and long-lived, or scolding Wangquan Sheng.
Perhaps both.
Seeing the crisis resolved, Hua Cishu immediately reverted to his human form, transforming into an eight-year-old child.
“Thud.”
The silver bells on his red hair jingled as he fell directly into Wen Li's arms, his hands wrapped around her neck.
“Wow, Master is so amazing! To live for so long! Wangquan Sheng can’t compare to Master at all. He’s utterly useless! How can he compare to Master, who controlled the entire situation effortlessly and without a single scratch? Even if he cultivated for another five hundred years, he wouldn’t be as powerful as Master just moving a finger.”
Wen Li’s lips curved upwards. Though she didn't usually hug children, she reached out to support his bottom and held him in her arms, her left hand gently rubbing the top of his head. “Hmm, it seems you’re very aware of my strength.”
Hua Cishu grinned, his fangs making him look adorable.
“Of course! I’m Master’s most, most, most, most adoring disciple.”
His small hands hooked around Wen Li’s neck, and he leaned into her embrace.
This was her first time holding him. Master's body temperature was a little low, but also very warm.
Zongzheng Huangyue watched, her eyes aching. She tightened her grip on the Moon Soul Arrow and simply looked away. Let that brat act shamelessly and throw disgusting tantrums, taking advantage of his young age. Once he was older, Master wouldn't hug him anymore.
As she turned her head, she noticed the six people stealthily clinging to the wall, tiptoeing like thieves, preparing to slip away.
“...”
Luo Yuntian and the other five, comprising Helian Zhou and the rest, startled when they felt her gaze. They immediately froze in place, then uniformly and stiffly turned their heads to smile.
“It seems our business here is done, Senior. No need to detain us, we’ll just see ourselves out.”
Helian Zhou remembered Wen Li’s comment about Wangquan Sheng being impolite and added a line.
“We wish Senior well, and goodbye, Senior.”
Over thirty people had entered, and the remaining six wanted to continue walking, taking small steps while observing Zongzheng Huangyue’s expression.
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