“Fine, I have no more time to play with you.”
Zhou Wuwei looked down at Yao Dai with cold, indifferent eyes.
“For having the gall to betray your sect and harm your senior brother, the Xuandu Sect cannot allow you to live. Today, you shall die.”
As he finished speaking, the old man raised his hand.
He simply pointed a finger at the space between Yao Dai’s eyebrows.
A beam of white light instantly pierced her Divine Sense like a sharp needle. Overwhelming, soul-shredding agony flooded her mind; the pain was so excruciating her soul felt as if it were being forced out of her body.
“Pfft!”
Yao Dai, still frozen in midair, saw her vision blur instantly. Blood poured from the corners of her mouth.
Her red clothes were soaked into a dark, crimson hue.
No, no... I haven't seen Master yet. I haven't gotten my revenge. I haven't been to the Qingyun Gathering...
And the Central Province!
Her soul throbbed with a pain that felt as if her life force were being drained away bit by bit. Her spiritual energy seeped out, and her eyelids grew heavy.
Am I going to die?
I’m really unlucky this time. Next time, I won’t team up with Xie Tinglan.
Master...
I’m sorry. I’m still too weak. If you come back and I’m gone, please don’t be angry with me.
“Yao Dai!”
Sensing the life force fading from Yao Dai’s body, Xie Tinglan let out a roar. Panic flared in his eyes as he used every ounce of his strength to break free from his bonds. But how could he hope to move against the spiritual energy of a Soul Formation cultivator?
Seeing that Yao Dai was truly about to die, Xie Tinglan’s eyes turned red as he exerted a sudden, violent burst of force.
“Ahhh!!!”
“Hmm? You wish to burn your life to save her? I didn’t expect your bond to be so deep.”
“Heh, I wouldn't call it a deep bond. I just don't want to owe her.”
Xie Tinglan spat out a mouthful of blood and gave a weak smile. He hated owing people anything. Although this idiot had attacked him when Wen Li first took him in as a disciple, she had treated him well enough afterward.
He closed his eyes and began to chant a mantra in his heart. The veins in his neck bulged as he prepared to burn his very life to shatter the old geezer’s suppression.
“Futile. For the sake of that old man's face, I will not kill you. Begone.”
Zhou Wuwei’s aged eyes judged him like an ant. With a wave of his hand, a streak of light slammed into Xie Tinglan’s abdomen, instantly knocking him out of the sky and into the yellow sands. Bloody and battered, he crashed into the dirt.
“Pfft!”
Xie Tinglan’s blood had begun to turn black. Pained and powerless, he forced his hands to prop up his body, staring at Zhou Wuwei with a vicious gaze.
“Let her go!”
His hands formed seals as he continued to use the secret technique, intent on forcibly raising his cultivation at the cost of his life.
“Vermin.”
But Zhou Wuwei was provoked by this stubborn attitude. Impatience flickered in his eyes, and with a flip of his right hand, thousands of icy poison needles suddenly manifested. Disregarding the bet, he waved his hand, and those thousands of icy poison needles immediately flew toward Xie Tinglan.
Yao Dai still possessed a shred of consciousness. Suspended in the air with a fading soul, she saw this scene through blurred eyes, her crimson pupils trembling with moisture.
“...No... don’t...”
Her hoarse, silent words were swallowed by her vanishing life force.
Xie Xiao'er, run!
I’ve been so mean to you. It's not worth it. Go find Master...
Xie Tinglan’s arms shook. He ignored the blood constantly gushing from his mouth as a deep blue array appeared beneath his feet. His blood splashed onto the formation, and the strange inscriptions began to rotate. He was about to activate the secret technique!
As the thousands of icy poison needles closed in within a hundred meters, Xie Tinglan closed his eyes, prepared to stake everything on one final gamble.
“You dare harm my disciple? I’ll kill you!”
Suddenly...
A thunderous, earth-shaking shout exploded in Xie Tinglan’s ear.
“?!”
That’s...
Xie Tinglan’s pupils constricted. For a moment, he thought he had misheard. But then...
“Tsk, thank goodness. I made it in time. You didn't die.”
A familiar, muttering voice rang in his ears.
Xie Tinglan suddenly felt the secret technique within his body being interrupted. The crushing weight of the suppression was gone, replaced by a warmth and comfort like falling into a soft cloud.
The injuries across his body began to heal as this powerful force channeled the energy of heaven and earth into him.
Xie Tinglan snapped his eyes open. The thousands of icy poison needles flying toward him were instantly incinerated into ash by a flash of emerald green flames.
“...Master!”
His strange red eyes shook violently, instantly brimming with tears. The young man who had wandered for two years, enduring humiliation and arrogance without once crying out in pain, now let his tears fall.
His eyes, stripped of their sharp edges and filled with intense emotion, reflected Wen Li’s figure.
Wen Li held Yao Dai in her arms. She first protected the girl’s damaged mind, then administered a pill. Yao Dai’s external injuries healed immediately, but she remained in a brief coma, so she didn't see that her master had arrived.
Hearing Xie Tinglan, Wen Li turned her head to look at him.
“Oh my, why are you crying? I just got back, and you’ve already ended up in such a miserable state. Just wait. I’ll catch those two scoundrels and bring them over so you can vent your anger.”
Wen Li walked over and waved her hand, causing his wounds to heal even faster. She reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes and pulled out a stick of sugar-coated haws to comfort him.
“Be a good boy. Just sit here and watch the show.”
“...”
Xie Tinglan held the sugar-coated haws, forgetting to answer. His tear-filled eyes stared at her blankly without blinking, terrified that she might sell him or lose him again in the next moment.
“Hold On.”
Having soothed him, Wen Li’s expression turned cold. She flew forward, gripping a long sword in her right hand as she slashed toward the horizon.
Without even needing the sword, she flicked her left hand, and a bolt of spiritual energy shot toward Zhou Shuoyi, who had been trying to flee while she passed him.
“Pfft!”
He spat out blood and died instantly.
His body crashed straight into the ground.
Wen Li, who had just said she would catch him to let Xie Tinglan vent his anger, frowned. “Oops, I didn't control my strength well. He was such a weakling; he died in one hit.”
Ignoring the dead body, she immediately flew forward.
When Zhou Wuwei saw her literally tear through space to appear, he had been so terrified that he released Xie Tinglan and Yao Dai to flee immediately.
That was tearing through space! Not a flash, not a teleport!
It was tearing space! She had folded the space of half a province, tens of thousands of li, into a single meter. She could step into another province just by opening a door!
It meant that the laws of distance and boundaries were absolute jokes in her presence. It meant this person was definitely above the Soul Formation realm—someone from the Central Province!
Was what those juniors said actually true? Was their Master really that Wen Li at the top of the Aptitude Ranking?!
“Where do you think you’re going?”
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