In an instant, the somber atmosphere dispelled much of the joy of victory. In the twenty-odd days spent in the secret realm, death was a frequent occurrence, but never before had so many people grieved and mourned for their fallen comrades.
This victory was won with blood. The strength of the alien race had repeatedly made them feel despair, but they had no way out. Now, following behind Zishu and Ye Liusha, they could still avenge their fallen comrades.
After the remaining people shared the spoils, they began to rest. Ye Liusha looked at Zishu.
"Is there something you need?"
You need to rest.
"Alright, you stay here and keep watch." Zishu didn't stand on ceremony, took out Taishang and two fluffy blankets, and began to rest.
"I'm not seeing things, am I? That should be the Supreme One!"
"It seems so."
"I didn't expect it to be so versatile; it can even be used as a bed."
"You wouldn't believe it! This alchemy cauldron has so many functions; it can also be used to cook soup, roast meat, stir-fry vegetables, and warm wine."
"How do you know all this so clearly?"
"Hmph, you are just ignorant."
Zishu squinted, clutching his sword, and stood guard beside him: "You should get some rest." Time was running out, and Zishu, who was wrapped up tightly, would have to have a miraculous encounter to surpass Xiu Qiyu's score.
Of course, Ye Liusha would never remind Zishu of this. When the third round of contempt comes, we'll be able to watch the show again. Just thinking about it is really exciting.
Meanwhile, Zishu and Ye Liusha led their group of followers to begin clearing the secret realm. Jing Li remained alone, the two small flames on her shoulders nowhere to be seen.
As for the alien races, Jing Li would kill them if he encountered them, but he wouldn't specifically target them if he didn't. Time was of the essence. This secret realm had existed for an unknown period of time, and it contained many spiritual herbs that had become extinct in the outside world, as well as some completely unfamiliar herbs. All of this fascinated Jing Li, and he wished he could devote every moment to the research of these spiritual herbs.
Jing Li sent Yin Yang Demon Flame to Flame Mountain to pick Flame Flowers. They happened to come across a volcano, and Little Yin Yang wanted to go down for a bath, so Jing Li let them out, instructing them to bring back some specialties from the volcano's depths, such as fire essence and Flame Flowers.
Xiu Qiyu is in a very bad situation. He has been chased for three days and three nights. They all want to take advantage of the fact that he has just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and his realm is not yet stable, so they can kill him and obtain his opportunities and points.
How could Xiu Qiyu let them have their way? The white snow continued to fall recklessly, and the sacred snow mountain continued to coldly watch over everyone.
However, this rare tranquility was soon shattered. The peace on the pristine snow-capped mountain was completely disrupted, and swords flashed, blood gushed, and carnage ensued.
The snow in the sky had been stained red with blood at some point, and the glaring red was very conspicuous on the snow.
The thick snow was torn apart by swords, guns, whips, and magical weapons, leaving it riddled with holes and a shocking sight.
The sword in Xiu Qiyu's hand was stained red with blood, her long, jet-black hair moved without wind, and her icy eyes held no warmth. Her snow-white robe was also covered in blood, some of her own, but mostly that of her enemies.
If Zishu and Jingli could see this scene, they would definitely say sarcastically, "Oh, so you've finally met your match," and then watch the show from the sidelines.
After Xiu Qiyu successfully transformed into a Nascent Soul cultivator, Ye Xiruo also gritted her teeth and finally reached the perfect Golden Core realm. The feeling was indescribably powerful.
However, the process was indescribably exhilarating. Ye Xiruo gritted her teeth and went to sleep. Before Brother Xiu Qi broke through, there were no problems, and now that he had reached the Nascent Soul stage, there would be even fewer problems. Ye Xiruo thought it through perfectly, and without any psychological burden, she went straight back to her room to sleep.
Pulling back the fluffy blanket, Ye Xiruo cheered and buried her face in it. This blanket was woven from the fur of a very precious level seven exotic beast; it was incredibly soft and had an excellent feel. Most people would use it to make magical artifacts or inner armor, but only a spendthrift like Ye Xiruo could weave it into a blanket without batting an eye.
Back in her warm, familiar bed, Ye Xiruo quickly fell asleep. She slept for two days before waking up. After washing up, she took a plate of snacks from the table and ate them as she walked downstairs to check on the situation. It seemed the second round of the competition was about to end.
After going downstairs, I realized that the atmosphere seemed a bit off.
"What happened?"
"You should see for yourself!" Hua Rong pointed to the light screen.
Ye Xiruo put down the snacks on the plate and ordered people to prepare a meal. He had been sleeping for two days and was starving.
Ye Xiruo calmly sat down. It turned out that Brother Xiu Qi had been chased and was seriously injured, but his life was not in danger. Moreover, he had the pills he had exchanged with the system, so he should not die.
No, Brother Xiu Qi is injured, so why doesn't she feel anything? Ye Xiruo suddenly felt uneasy.
"System, quickly check if there's a problem with our contract?"
"Host, the contract is fine, there are no problems."
"How do you explain that he's seriously injured while I'm fine!" Ye Xiruo's voice was filled with fear.
"After breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, he is able to unilaterally sever the damage sharing between you."
"So that's how it is," Ye Xiruo breathed a sigh of relief. "What if he were in mortal danger?"
"Automatically share the damage."
Ye Xiruo shifted to a more comfortable position and began eating her pre-dinner dessert, her expression one of utter relaxation.
Hua Rong, Qing Zhiyi, and Si Hao looked at Ye Xiruo with puzzled expressions: "Little Ye, are you alright?"
"What could possibly happen to me? Don't worry unnecessarily, Brother Xiu Qi will be fine. It's these bastards who are in trouble."
This kind of blind self-confidence is comparable to that of someone who is obsessed with clothing.
"That's what I think too."
Soon, Ye Xiruo's meal was ready, and she simply patted her bottom and went to eat.
"I think I'm seeing a fake little leaf," Hua Rong cried out.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Senior Brother will be fine."
Indeed, Xiu Qiyu seemed born for battle. His swordsmanship was unparalleled, and coupled with his abnormally strong defense and power, Nascent Soul cultivators were almost powerless against him, and he showed no fear even against Deity Transformation cultivators. Even at the cost of serious injury, he would still take a piece of their flesh.
In the snow-covered mountains, the wind and snow grew stronger, and the gullies on the snow-covered ground became deeper and deeper. Bright red blood bloomed on the snow-covered ground like branches of red plum blossoms.
More and more people are dying under Xiu Qiyu's sword.
"Xiu Qiyu, if you hand over the treasure, we might consider sparing your life."
"Xiu Qiyu, surrender now."
"If you continue like this, you'll only end up dead."
"Heh heh~~ Is that so? I'll be waiting." Xiu Qiyu sneered.
"They really won't listen to reason, so let's go for the consequences! Brothers, let's go! Kill Xiu Qiyu, and we'll split the treasure."
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