Rong Hang slipped into the alleyway, pulled out a spatial scroll without hesitation, located Jiang Yixing's position, tore open the scroll, and disappeared from the spot in the next second.
The weightlessness of traversing space made Rong Hang frown, but he was in no mood to care about this discomfort.
The terrible premonition from earlier still lingered in Rong Hang's mind, and he had only one thought in his mind: Jiang Yixing was in trouble.
There were many cultivators guarding the area around the address provided by Jiang Yixing. Rong Hang bypassed everyone and headed straight for the place with the most concentrated spiritual energy.
The guards only caught a fleeting glimpse of a dark figure before they could react, and the alarms formed by various magical arrays on the ground began to sound.
"Intruder!" "Quickly! Notify the guards!"
Although the monks couldn't see it, the alarm that blared throughout the courtyard had already alerted them.
Gu Chun was in the innermost weapon-refining room, with Jiang Yixing lying unconscious beside him. Hearing the piercing alarm, Gu Chun frowned. Had the four major families attacked?
"Zhang Long, go out and check what's going on."
Zhang Long was already stunned when Jiang Yixing collapsed. At this moment, he subconsciously nodded and turned to leave the room.
Before he could even reach the door, a person suddenly walked through it. The door behind him remained motionless, showing no signs of forced entry or opening, yet the person appeared out of thin air.
Zhang Long immediately became alert and looked at the newcomer. "Who are you?"
Gu Chun breathed a sigh of relief, "You've come."
Hearing Gu Chun's familiar tone, Zhang Long let go and looked at the newcomer. The man was dressed in black, tall and slender, with a powerful aura, and his background was unfathomable.
When Rong Hang saw Jiang Yixing lying on the ground, his pupils contracted, and he immediately rushed forward, taking Jiang Yixing's pulse with one hand. The pulse was slow, his lips were pale, and his brows were furrowed.
Rong Hang looked at Gu Chun: "What's wrong with her?"
Gu Chun didn't know exactly what had happened either. Pointing at Jin Tu, he said, "It seems there's something wrong with this material. When Jiang Yixing was dealing with Jin Tu, the Scattered God Plate suddenly appeared and shone brightly. Then she collapsed for no reason."
The Dispersing Spirit Disc? Rong Hang grasped the key point. How could the Dispersing Spirit Disc suddenly appear? It must have been summoned by Jiang Yixing. Could it be that there is a substance in this golden soil that harms divine consciousness?
Rong Hang held Jiang Yixing in one arm and picked up the gold dust that had fallen to the ground with the other. His vast divine sense enveloped the gold dust and he discovered the strangeness inside.
Since Jiang Yixing had already removed some of the impurities, and the remaining ones had gathered together, they were now much easier to spot than the scattered specks they had been before.
Ever since that impurity attacked Jiang Yixing's consciousness, it has been emitting a kind of information that induces anxiety. Rong Hang frowned; this thing looked somewhat familiar.
He quickly removed the remaining impurities; the substance had turned reddish-black, looking particularly ominous.
Once all the impurities were gathered together, Rong Hang instantly recognized what it was.
It is a flower born from demonic energy. After being refined through hundreds of processes, it becomes this black and red mineral structure, which can evoke painful memories and anxiety in people to the greatest extent. In some cases, it can even cause people to develop inner demons.
The purpose of the Scattered God Plate is actually similar to that of the Four Great Families. It's hard for Rong Hang not to think of it.
However, the most urgent matter was Jiang Yixing's mental state being disrupted. Rong Hang gently wiped away the trace of blood remaining at the corner of Jiang Yixing's mouth. The effects of this flower might be difficult to treat for others, but fortunately, Rong Hang still had a way to deal with it.
He pulled Jiang Yixing into his arms, released his spiritual energy, and instantly the room was filled with ice. The ice slowly seeped into Jiang Yixing's arm, while Rong Hang enveloped Jiang Yixing's consciousness with his divine sense.
This action is extremely dangerous because cultivators have the strongest defense over their own divine sense and are very resistant to the intrusion of outsiders' divine sense, let alone such a swaggering entry and attempt to control it.
Jiang Yixing's dormant consciousness also instantly developed a sense of resistance, resisting the intrusion of outsiders.
Rong Hang's consciousness recoiled as if pricked by a needle. Since the sensitivity of the consciousness far surpasses that of the body, the pain of this prick was no less than being cut several times on the body.
However, Rong Hang remained expressionless, his divine sense continuing to advance, tentatively probing into Jiang Yixing's territory.
Jiang Yixing's originally anxious and restless consciousness seemed to sense something, and withdrew its aggression, becoming docile.
Rong Hang's divine sense emitted a milky white light and slowly enveloped Jiang Yixing's wound.
Gu Chun looked at the two of them, their eyes closed and their expressions indifferent, and prayed in his heart that they would get better.
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A touch of pale green divine consciousness merged with the milky white divine consciousness. The pale green divine consciousness, which had originally been tinged with some glaring red, gradually calmed down under the caress of the milky white divine consciousness.
Jiang Yixing felt as if she had suddenly relaxed, as if someone was gently holding her, stroking her hair, and speaking in a soft voice she had never heard before.
Like being in her mother's arms, or like still immersed in the warmest amniotic fluid before she lost herself in thought, Jiang Yixing's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and her face gradually became flushed.
As her consciousness gradually returned, Jiang Yixing blinked, paused for a few seconds, and then realized where she was.
The comfort of their spiritual connection almost corrupted her intelligence, making her forget what day it was.
The next second, she met a pair of concerned eyes.
Those eyes that were slightly upturned at the corners, and the red tinges on the sides of their cheeks, just like Jiang Yixing's, belonged to Rong Hang.
Jiang Yixing touched his ear, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
The fusion of their minds was even more intimate than the fusion of their bodies. She felt that she had opened herself up completely to Rong Hang, with almost no privacy. The two were inseparable and one.
For a moment, both of them avoided eye contact.
Then, Jiang Yixing was the first to get up from Rong Hang's embrace. Gu Chun was also in the room, diligently maintaining the stability of most of the material liquid. Zhang Long was called out by him to tell everyone not to panic.
Rong Hang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Yixing wake up and his face was no longer as pale as before.
A belated sense of fear washed over him as he recalled the terror he felt at the time, as if he had almost lost Jiang Yixing.
After Jiang Yixing got up, she looked at Rong Hang and noticed that he seemed a little lonely. She moved closer to Rong Hang, and their breaths mingled. Jiang Yixing still had a faint citrus scent on her body, which was the lingering fragrance of the shampoo that she and Rong Hang had chosen together.
Rong Hang looked up, his deep black pupils reflecting Jiang Yixing's face perfectly.
The two seemed to have completely ignored Gu Chun, who was diligently working, and only had eyes for each other.
Jiang Yixing swiftly moved closer to Rong Hang's lips, leaving a fleeting kiss, her voice sweet as honey: "Thank you for coming to save me."
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