"Huo Ling!!!"
Huo Ling finally felt relieved only when Jiang Wuyuan's heart-wrenching voice completely faded from his consciousness.
Although he felt very sorry for Ice Cube, he believed that with Ice Cube's strength, he should be able to help him avenge his father.
With this thought in mind, Huo Ling maintained a bright and sly smile.
...
Jiang Wuyuan sat there for a long time, holding Huo Ling's corpse.
Night Owl should be thankful that the Gu worms only emptied Huo Ling's internal organs without harming his body.
Otherwise, Jiang Wuyuan, who would have no hope left, would probably have gone so far as to fight Night Owl to the death to vent his indescribable anger.
Night, owl.
These two words once again caused Jiang Wuyuan to feel pain that went deep into his bones.
...
"Xiao Yuan, if you keep hugging me, I'll start to suspect that you're gay."
When the large hand landed on Jiang Wuyuan's head, his body trembled slightly.
That familiar voice—besides the sword spirit, Jiang Wuyuan really couldn't think of anyone else.
Jiang Wuyuan raised his head and looked at the semi-transparent phantom that had appeared beside him at some point.
He has long, snow-white hair and a pair of golden phoenix eyes. His handsome face is adorned with a faint smile. The runes of the Great Dao encircle his limbs like shackles, but they cannot restrict his movements. Instead, they add to his mystery.
“Teacher…” Jiang Wuyuan’s voice was low and hoarse, his eyes red.
He was naturally happy that the sword spirit had awakened, but the shock of Huo Ling's death was too great for him to be truly happy.
Even the surprise he felt when he first saw his teacher's true appearance didn't help him recover.
"The deceased is gone." The sword spirit said, raising its hand and waving, Huo Ling's body instantly disappeared in front of Jiang Wuyuan.
"Huo..."
"Enough!" The sword spirit gave Jiang Wuyuan a sharp tap on the head, and seeing that he was still in a daze, the sword spirit sighed silently.
Well, after all, this kid is only eighteen years old. It's already very good that he can do this. He's not some old monster who has lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years and seen countless life and death separations. Of course, he can't be completely calm.
“I know you’re sad, but you also want to see where you’re sad, right? If I remember correctly, this is a secret realm.” The sword spirit said, tapping Jiang Wuyuan on the head again.
He had wanted to do this for a long time, but he had never had the power to solidify his body. Now, he finally had the opportunity to fulfill his long-cherished wish!
"If you still want to avenge that kid Huo Ling, then stop wailing and cheer up."
Without the strength, how can one seek revenge?
The last eight words sent a jolt through Jiang Wuyuan's heart.
He paused for a moment, then slowly stood up from his half-kneeling position and gently moved his limbs and muscles, which were feeling somewhat sluggish in terms of blood and energy flow.
"...The teacher is right."
"As for that kid Huo Ling... just leave him with me for now. I'll hand him over to you after we leave the secret realm, and you can do whatever you want with him."
The sword spirit smiled reassuringly and reached out to pat Jiang Wuyuan's head.
In terms of height, he is actually not as tall as Jiang Wuyuan, but since he is floating in the air, he can easily touch Jiang Wuyuan's head.
He secretly marveled at how well the sword spirit felt, just as he had imagined, and then the sword spirit's figure slowly faded away.
"I was awakened by that Gu worm. Although I've almost digested the power, it still needs some refinement. You continue with your secret realm mission. Call me anytime if you need anything."
Jiang Wuyuan stared in the direction where the sword spirit had disappeared, and after a long while, he responded.
"Thank you, teacher."
——
"What did you say?!" Charles Cavendish, the young master of the Cavendish family of the Federation, stared incredulously at the graceful young woman standing before him. "You said you saw that lowly commoner, Werner, here?!"
What merit or ability does that kid possess?
Aurelia, the young-looking monk, blinked her large, sky-blue eyes: "I saw it with my own eyes, and he was alone!"
"Alone? That's even more impossible." Although Charles didn't want to boost others' morale and diminish his own, he knew very well that Will was a clever and cunning commoner.
He doesn't possess many noble qualities; he's a very pragmatic person who believes in "the wise are those who know when to yield."
If such a smart person dares to enter the center of the Apocalypse Secret Realm alone, then he must be out of his mind.
After all, this place is not only full of opportunities, but also teeming with danger.
However, given that Aurelia's words were quite credible, Charles fell into deep thought.
"Could it be that he has encountered some extraordinary event, or obtained something valuable... that gives him the strength to venture into the heart of the secret realm?" Charles narrowed his eyes, his light gray eyes carrying an almost imperceptible murderous aura as if he had spotted prey.
“That’s very possible, so what are your thoughts, Charles?”
Aurelia looked at him with a smile.
"I know, I won't forget to share some of the benefits with you." Charles knew exactly what this woman was thinking. Don't be fooled by her seemingly harmless appearance; she had a dark side that even he, a ruthless man like himself, had to admire.
“How can such good things be left in the hands of the lowly… Let’s go, Aurelia.”
...
If someone were to ask at this moment, "Where are the other two people in the Federation?"
Charles would surely laugh and say – that was the stepping stone they used to successfully reach the center of the secret realm.
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