Chapter 122: I must not leave my disciple alone in a coma. ...
Master's sword blocked this fatal thunder for her.
She stared blankly at the silver-white sky above her head, ignoring the dazzling light that made her eyes painful and wet.
After an unknown amount of time, the buzzing sound of the sword being struck by the thunder gradually faded away, and the golden dust in the air fell back to the ground like drizzling rain, and the boundary between heaven and earth became clear again.
As if waking from a dream, the disciples who were half-buried by the yellow sand woke up one by one, moved their bodies, and climbed up staggeringly. They looked at each other, feeling a little unsure of their current situation.
"The overflowing spiritual energy... has dissipated?"
“It’s really gone…”
"Did Uncle Xie's seal succeed?"
"Where's Uncle Xie?"
Everyone looked at each other and began to look for Xie Hanyi.
Someone pointed at a silver-white object in the air and shouted, "It's Master Uncle's sword!"
Most of the light just now has disappeared, leaving only a faint arc, covering the sword downwards, like a protective shield, just protecting a shaky figure in meditation.
"Junior Sister Mu!"
Xu Huaiyan stood closer and immediately recognized Mu Fuyun, and hurried forward to check.
The other recovered disciples helped their companions up and followed forward. Cang Yan, Chu Ye and Song Xinghe, who were unconscious nearby, were also noticed. Many disciples offered them pills to replenish their energy, while others simply sat down and tried their luck to regulate their breathing and heal their injuries.
"Luckily, I have Uncle Xie's sword protecting me. The thunder just now was so strong, one after another, no one could withstand it." Xu Huaiyan muttered, and together with the silent Zhan Yao, they supported Mu Fuyun's arms on both sides. "Junior Sister Mu, are you okay?"
He looked over with concern, but found that her snow-white face was lifeless, only her eyes were wide open as wide as possible, staring fixedly at the Qingbai Frost Sword.
He followed her gaze, and whether it was an illusion or not, the silver light on the sword seemed to dim, and the arc that enveloped it from top to bottom was almost invisible, as if its vitality had quietly faded away...
Snap——
A very slight cracking sound came from the sword and penetrated into his ears.
There was only a tortuous crack, starting from half an inch below the hilt, winding its way across the entire blade. At first, it was only as thick as a hair, but soon, it grew more and more branches like a sprouting root, until the white blade could no longer bear it.
There was another crisp sound, like the shattering of glass. The world-famous Qingbai Frost Sword, the Qingbai Frost Sword that once became famous after following Xie Hanyi in a battle, was shattered just like that!
The sword of a sword cultivator is like the hair and skin of a mortal. The higher the cultivator's cultivation level, the closer the bond with the sword. Now, Xie Hanyi's sword is broken like this, so what about him?
Xu Huaiyan's heart trembled, and he quickly looked around, following the direction he remembered before the incident.
Where the center of the formation was originally located, the swirling sand stopped flowing, forming a huge conical sand pit that collapsed towards the center. At the lowest point, a white figure was lying there.
Most of the white Taoist robe was covered with dust, and the face that was unusually rosy just now had now lost all its color and was as pale as paper. He just lay there, as if half buried, and looked extremely fragile.
Xu Huaiyan was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
At this moment, Mu Fuyun, who was originally half-supported by him and was completely exhausted, seemed to be suddenly injected with strength. He broke free and ran towards Xie Hanyi.
Her meridians were damaged and blocked, and she had advanced too quickly just now. The pure spiritual power that she could not bear had already been lost without her noticing. At this moment, she could not mobilize the spiritual power to help her, nor could she fly the sword. She had to rely on the brute force that she squeezed out with all her might, running like a mortal.
The sand was soft and she easily lost her balance and fell down. Without stopping, she struggled to get up and continued running.
"Junior Sister Mu, be careful!"
A disciple shouted a warning and saw her stumbling. When he realized it belatedly and wanted to go forward to help, she had already run close to him, her knees touching the sand, and she fell right next to Xie Hanyi.
“Master!”
Mu Fuyun's voice became hoarse at some point. After she said only these two words, it felt like a blade was cutting her. But she didn't care at all. She used her hands to clear the yellow sand off his Taoist robe, half-knelt down and held his lifeless face in her hands.
"Wake up!"
When she brushed away the yellow sand, she discovered that under the white clothes, blood was flowing from the fingertips of his hands and silently seeping into the sand beneath him. Looking at his pale face again, she was even more frightened.
"Master, what happened?" Soon, Xu Huaiyan and others followed and surrounded them. Seeing this, they were shocked.
Xiao Yan tried to circulate the energy in his body, and seeing that he could still mobilize it, he stretched out his hand and said, "Let's first explore Uncle Xie's meridians and energy!"
However, before he could touch the corner of Xie Hanyi's robe, Zhan Yao stopped him: "No."
He looked over in confusion, but Zhan Yao didn't say anything. She just gestured for him to move aside. Behind her stood Jiang Hanqiu with a serious expression.
"No need to probe. The fingertips are constantly bleeding. It's because the meridians are damaged and can't withstand the impact of spiritual power. If you rashly use spiritual power to probe further, who knows how much damage will be done." She frowned and explained, bending down to feel Xie Hanyi's breath. "Although his breathing is weak, at least he's still there. I just don't know if he's conscious. If he can't regain consciousness--"
She didn't say the next words, but Mu Fuyun understood.
Others did not know the relationship between Xie Hanyi and the spiritual meridians, but she did. The damage to her meridians must be more serious than they thought. If she were like an ordinary person, she would be in a deep coma and unable to regain consciousness, and she might never wake up in her lifetime.
Although immortals live forever, they are not immortal. If their meridians are damaged and their consciousness is gone, their bodies will age rapidly like those of ordinary people, until they fall apart and return to dust - that is a dead end!
The most urgent task is to restore his consciousness first, so that we can have a chance to find a way to treat his injuries.
"Master, Master, wake up!" She began to call him hoarsely, "Disciple has made it. Everything is fine now. I just need to wait for Master to wake up. Master, please don't leave your disciple alone..."
Her throat was already dry and hoarse, making it difficult for her to utter a word. As she spoke, her usually calm heart was filled with an indescribable worry and panic, which tightened her heart again and again, making her feel sore and painful. When she spoke the last few words, her voice became even lower, and she even choked with sobs that she could not hide.
The fellow disciples were all silent.
Xie Daojun usually lives a secluded life and they have hardly ever spent time with him, so they cannot say that they have a deep friendship. However, as a member of Tianyan, they have always had great respect for Daojun. In addition, today, because of him, all this was able to be settled, and they are extremely grateful. Seeing this, they naturally feel a little sad and anxious.
"Uncle Master!"
"Daojun!"
More and more voices were heard from the growing crowd surrounding them, and everyone hoped that Xie Hanyi could regain his consciousness.
Even Zhan Yao, who was always silent, spoke up.
However, unlike others, she glanced at Mu Fuyun, who had already stretched his spirit to the limit, and said to the unconscious Xie Hanyi: "Daojun, if you don't come back to your senses, Mu Fuyun will not be able to hold on."
Her voice was not loud, and she even lowered it a few decibels on purpose. However, she used some sound transmission techniques to clearly send this sentence into Xie Hanyi's ears when others could not hear it clearly.
I don’t know if it was because of this sentence, but in a moment, Xie Hanyi’s fingertips half-hidden in his sleeves moved quickly.
"There seems to be some movement!" Xiao Yan was sharp-eyed and caught the details immediately.
There was silence all around. Mu Fuyun held his breath, held Xie Hanyi's cheek with his trembling hands, and stared at him without blinking.
After an unknown amount of time, the pair of tightly closed eyes suddenly moved, opening a crack with great effort, and the tightly pursed thin lips also moved slightly, making an extremely weak sound.
"Don't be afraid..."
Just these three words, like a wisp of green smoke, penetrated into Mu Fuyun's ears and instantly turned into hot tears, filling his eyes.
"As long as Master is here, I'm not afraid."
She choked with sobs, and after she said this, her heart finally let go, and the string that had been stretched so tight finally relaxed in an instant. Amidst a burst of exclamations, her whole body seemed to be pulled out of her bones, and she fell forward and fainted.
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