Xiu Qiyu struggled to her feet, half-kneeling and using her sword to support herself. She raised her hand to wipe the blood from her mouth, and her eyes, which had returned to normal, stared intently at Ye Xiruo in mid-air.
Just seconds before his true energy was about to be shattered, he suddenly heard that languid, enchanting voice in his ear: "Do you want to live? Do you want the person in your arms to be safe and sound?"
"Yes." Xiao Yezi is currently seriously injured and unconscious, making it impossible for her to enter the space. This may be his and Xiao Yezi's only chance of survival.
"Give her to me."
Xiu Qiyu's pupils turned silver-white in an instant: "Impossible." Xiao Yezi has too many secrets. Needless to say, her space is another matter. Even the exposure of her Jia Wood Spirit Root and Seven-Colored Soul would bring her a lot of trouble.
"Have you thought it through?" The voice remained unhurried.
Xiu Qiyu hugged Ye Xiruo tightly in his arms: "I'm sorry, little Yezi, I can't save you."
His true energy was completely exhausted. Through the thin true energy shield, Xiu Qiyu could even feel the domineering poison gas outside, but his face showed no fear.
Xiu Qiyu held Ye Xiruo tightly in his arms. The sound of the true qi shield shattering rang in his ears, like a sonata of death.
However, suddenly a beautiful white flame appeared in front of him and Ye Xiruo. The black, domineering poison gas met this white flame and turned into ashes like snowflakes meeting the sun.
Before Xiu Qiyu could even react in surprise, she was struck hard and sent flying backward, instantly suffering severe injuries. Ye Xiruo, whom she held in her arms, was pulled away by a surge of true energy, her whereabouts unknown.
"Ye Zi!" Xiu Qiyu shouted frantically, but could only watch helplessly as Ye Xiruo drifted further and further away from him.
"Senior, I have been very offensive. Please forgive Ye Zi."
"That one behind you seems to be in bad shape!"
Xiu Qiyu's face turned cold. Weren't the second brother and Hua Rong behind him? Had something happened to the second brother?
Then they heard Hua Rong's exclamation.
Xiu Qiyu staggered over and began to check on Qing Zhiyi's injuries.
"His true energy was completely depleted, he lost too much blood, and his anger overwhelmed him, so he fainted." Xiu Qiyu was relieved, but his brows quickly furrowed.
When I reached out and touched it, it was covered in blood.
"What's going on?" Xiu Qiyu unleashed his full killing intent without reservation.
"Blood-transforming herb!" Hua Rong and Xiu Qiyu exclaimed simultaneously.
"Where's the antidote?" Xiu Qiyu's eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
"There's no antidote on Hua Mu." Qing Zhiyi had taken the knife for herself, and Hua Rong now felt like killing Hua Mu.
"Senior, what will it take for you to save this person?"
"I've already set the conditions; it's just a matter of whether you agree or not."
“I can’t agree to that. Whether Xiao Yezi wants to go with you or not is her business, and I won’t interfere. But I also won’t agree to any of your conditions on her behalf.”
"What a cunning brat! What if I don't want to save him?" Saving people is so tiring. The fiery red-clad Palace Master yawned widely and rolled his eyes without any regard for his image.
“He is also Ye Zi’s friend.” Although Xiu Qiyu had a guess in her heart, she still couldn’t be sure what his true purpose was.
"Senior, magic weapons, spirit stones, spirit beasts, mechanical beasts—I'll give you anything you can to save him." Hua Rong seemed to have grasped at the last straw, unwilling to let go.
"I like the Pearl of the East Sea, Blood Coral, Gold..." The Palace Master listed dozens of treasures in one breath before stopping.
"He's dying, please, senior, save him quickly! We'll lose him and all our money."
A thin layer of red gauze covered a magnificent, intricately detailed crimson robe, its silver threads crisscrossing and weaving into elaborate patterns. Underneath, another red garment was worn, its silver belt adorned with countless jewels, from which hung several pieces of jade, each priceless.
His jet-black hair moved like a black waterfall without wind, and his face was breathtaking at first glance. It was gorgeous yet possessed an overbearing and domineering aura, as well as a bewitching charm, like a demon that bewitched and drove people crazy.
Even without a throne, this man was like a king, and everyone couldn't help but want to worship him.
"Greetings, senior." Xiu Qiyu and Hua Rong bowed simultaneously.
"The price I paid for this was not small." As he spoke, the man's gaze remained fixed on Ye Xiruo. He hadn't expected that coming out for a stroll would yield such a great reward.
A top-tier Azure Yang spiritual root—even if his soul power isn't very strong, he can still become a great alchemist. What a promising talent! Heaven truly favors him. I wonder if his master, upon finding out, will come knocking on his door, staging a scene of master and disciple killing each other.
As for the others, although their spiritual roots were also quite good, they were still far inferior to his disciple. Indeed, in the Palace Master's heart, Ye Xiruo had already been labeled as his disciple. And the person who caused his disciple's injury was currently...
Xiu Qiyu and Hua Rong were still reeling from the shock brought by the Palace Master. Even just a glimpse of his back seemed to possess a magical power that captivated everyone.
"Please save him." Xiu Qiyu knelt down immediately: "Senior, whatever your orders, I will go through fire and water for you."
Hua Rong also knelt down: "I'll give you all my money and treasures." As she spoke, she began to take things out: top-grade spirit stones, top-grade flying swords, top-grade protective inner armor, healing pills, and even that magnificent divine carriage.
These treasures made the entire courtyard look dazzling and precious, but Hua Rong's expression remained unchanged.
Ye Xiruo, who was inside the barrier, suddenly groaned in pain, which startled everyone.
"leaf."
A pair of near-perfect hands rested on Ye Xiruo's slender wrist, and countless expressions flashed across Jing Li's enchanting face before finally settling into an unfathomable aura.
"Senior, how is Xiao Yezi?"
“She is badly injured, and I need to take her back to heal.”
"What should we do, Zhiyi, senpai?!"
Xiu Qiyu had a bad feeling; this senior might not have given up on taking Xiao Yezi away at all. Xiu Qiyu quickly calculated in his mind that he had no chance of winning against this mysterious senior.
A black pill silently fell into Qing Zhiyi's mouth: "The poison of the Blood-Transforming Grass has been neutralized. As for the external injuries, that's up to you."
Jing Li's exquisitely beautiful red robe floated in mid-air, her black hair flew everywhere, and her long, narrow, dark eyes were bewitching and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
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