Chapter 58 Quickly Transmigrate! Kidnapping Immortal Sect Disciple (23)
As the sun sets, the two return home with a full load.
Feng Ziang's storage bag was filled with various rare spiritual herbs, and even a few rare thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.
He proudly showed off to He Yushu: "How about it, Brother He, I picked more than you, right?"
He Yushu glanced at his bulging storage bag and said calmly, "Large quantity does not mean good quality." As he spoke, he took out a crystal snow lotus from his storage bag, emitting a refreshing chill.
Feng Ziang was suddenly silent. The value of this snow lotus far exceeded the total value of all the spiritual herbs he had picked.
He curled his lips and said, "Okay, you win this time."
The two walked side by side, bathing in the afterglow of the sunset.
Feng Ziang would sneak a peek at He Yushu from time to time, and noticed that he had a faint smile on his face, completely different from his usual cold self.
"Brother He," Feng Ziang mustered up his courage and gently took He Yushu's hand, "I'm so sorry for you this time."
He Yushu's hands stiffened slightly, but he did not struggle.
He turned his head and his eyes fell on the two people's clasped hands, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks.
Feeling the warmth from his palm, Feng Ziang's heartbeat suddenly quickened.
He held He Yushu's hand tightly and said softly: "From now on, we will be together..."
In the distance, the towering outline of the Immortal Gate appeared on the horizon. Indistinctly, there seemed to be a human figure moving.
"It seems like someone is welcoming us..." Feng Ziang was interrupted by thunderous cheers before he could finish his words.
In front of the mountain gate, colorful flags were fluttering and people were bustling. Almost all the disciples of the immortal sect gathered here, looking forward to it.
The cheers were earth-shaking and reached the sky, as if they were going to overturn the sky.
"Senior Brother Feng and Senior Brother He are back!" A sharp-eyed disciple was the first to spot the two and shouted excitedly.
The crowd immediately became excited, and the cheers became even louder: "Senior Brother Feng! Senior Brother He!"
Feng Ziang and He Yushu walked into the mountain gate hand in hand, bathed in the admiring gazes of the crowd, like triumphant heroes.
Feng Zi waved at the crowd proudly, causing a burst of screams.
He secretly glanced at He Yushu beside him and found that although the other party still had a blank expression, his ears were quietly red.
The head of the Immortal Sect, an old man with crane-like hair and a childish face, has been waiting for a long time.
He stroked his long beard and walked forward with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, my two disciples. This time you killed the blood demon and brought back so many spiritual herbs. It is a blessing for our sect!"
The head of the sect personally awarded the two people with a precious foundation-building pill and a top-grade spiritual sword.
Feng Ziang took the pill and said with great joy: "Thank you, Master! Now I can break through to the later stage of Qi Refining in no time!"
He Yushu took the magic sword and nodded slightly to the headmaster as a token of thanks.
In the following days, Feng Ziang and He Yushu's names became widely praised among the immortals, and they became objects of admiration.
The two became even more inseparable.
Feng Ziang went to He Yushu's cave every few days under the pretext of healing his injuries, and called it "promoting their relationship."
On this day, Feng Ziang was explaining sword techniques to He Yushu. Suddenly, his expression froze, and he raised his head abruptly to the sky and whispered, "Someone is coming..."
He Yushu also sensed a strong aura approaching, and his expression suddenly changed: "Here comes with ill intentions..."
The setting sun dyed the sky blood red, eerily echoing the sweet and fishy smell that permeated the air.
Feng Ziang and He Yushu were flying with their swords loaded with precious spiritual herbs, but their originally relaxed mood was now overshadowed.
"This smell..." He Yushu frowned slightly, with a hint of vigilance in his cold voice.
Fengzi snorted and smiled nonchalantly, "Maybe some unlucky guy was eaten by a monster. Don't worry, I'm here to make sure you're safe!" But he was secretly alert in his heart, because the smell of blood was too strong and could not be caused by an ordinary monster.
Before he could finish his words, a group of demon cultivators dressed in black emerged from the surrounding woods like ghosts and surrounded them.
The leader was the blood demon who was severely injured by them last time.
At this moment, his face was pale, but his eyes were burning with a crazy flame of revenge.
"Feng Ziang, He Yushu! We must avenge ourselves today!" The Blood Demon's voice was hoarse and sharp, making people shudder.
Feng Ziang secretly thought that this time the situation was even more difficult than last time.
Not only has the blood demon returned, but they also have to protect these precious spiritual herbs, and the surrounding terrain is not conducive to their combat.
He secretly glanced at He Yushu and found that the other person's expression had also become solemn.
"Looks like we're going to get serious today." Feng Ziang put away the frivolous smile on his face, took a deep breath, and spiritual energy surged throughout his body.
He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be attracted by something and quickly gathered towards him, forming a pale golden light curtain that protected him, He Yushu and the spiritual herbs.
He Yushu was not to be outdone, and drew out the top-grade spiritual sword bestowed by the sect leader, with the sword emitting a chilling cold light.
His body was as fast as lightning, and his sword energy was swift and sweeping. In an instant, he repelled the several demon cultivators who were in the front.
Although Feng Ziang's spiritual barrier is strong, it cannot withstand the blood demon's attack for a long time.
While maintaining the barrier, he was looking for an opportunity to break through.
"He Yushu, cover me, I'll try to see if I can..." Feng Ziang hadn't finished his words when his face suddenly changed and he violently pushed He Yushu away.
"careful!"
A black shadow shot out from the woods and headed straight towards He Yushu.
"Senior Brother!" Feng Ziang exclaimed...
The shadow was so fast that Feng Ziang only had time to push He Yushu away, but he himself was unable to completely dodge it.
The black shadow flew past his arm, leaving a splash of blood.
Feng Ziang groaned and felt a burning pain in his arm.
After being pushed away, He Yushu steadied himself. Seeing Feng Ziang injured, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes, which then turned into a fierce murderous intent.
The spirit sword in his hand swung even faster, and the sword energy was as cold as frost, forcing back the demon cultivators who were besieging him.
The black shadow appeared again, but did not attack. Instead, it landed silently beside the Blood Demon and lowered its head respectfully.
Feng Ziang looked carefully and his pupils suddenly shrank.
That black shadow turned out to be the inner sect disciple of the Immortal Sect, Senior Brother Zhang!
Senior Brother Zhang?
!
Feng Ziang's heart was filled with shock and fear.
Senior Brother Zhang has always been a humble person and has a very good reputation among the immortals. How could he be a member of the demon sect?
!
Could it be that...
Is he the Blood Demon's spy?
!
This thought flashed through Feng Ziang's mind like a bolt of lightning, making him understand many things instantly.
No wonder the Blood Demon can always predict their actions, and no wonder this ambush is so accurate!
"It's you!" Feng Ziang roared with gritted teeth.
Senior Brother Zhang raised his head and showed a sinister smile on his face: "Junior Brother Feng, you are really smart. Unfortunately, you found it too late!"
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