Chapter 273 A Ray of Light
Jiang Xianwan pursed her lips, her feet lightly touching the canopy of trees. Faint, delicate sounds, like the warbling of a nightingale, drifted through the forest and brushed against the leaves.
She searched the vicinity several times but couldn't find Hua Buxiu, which made her restless.
Without turning his head, he clenched the jade slip tightly and flung it out with his other hand.
The blow struck a massive, dark silhouette that hurtled from less than three feet above, sending it plummeting straight down.
When you clench your fists, you get a warm, sticky feeling in your hand.
She stared at the jade slip for a few moments, her gaze turning cold and somber. After looking around, she leaped a few times, reached the riverbank, bent down, and washed the bloodstains off the jade slip.
Her telepathic messages to Hua Buxiu went unanswered, and Hua Buxiu did not go to find Di Yin and Yun Weize.
In the chat channel with my senior brothers and sisters, I asked a group of friends, and the answer was the same: they hadn't seen it.
Elder Ming and the other five high-ranking members of the sect were together, and the information they sent back was the same.
No one saw Lin Qingran.
Jiang Xianwan could not hide his panic.
She wasn't sure if Hua Buxiu had encountered unfamiliar disciples from the other two sects in the Northern Territory and been tripped up, or if he hadn't noticed the information fluctuations on the jade slip.
He tried to comfort himself haphazardly, but who exactly was Hua Buxiu?
How could we possibly encounter a danger that we can't handle?
Even knowing this, the unease in her heart couldn't be stopped from growing, making her anxious.
But the Void Ancient Realm is so vast, where exactly should she go to search?
Jiang Xianwan remained silent, staring at those cold, white hands. Her pupils reflected tiny specks of light amidst the interplay of shadow and glimmer.
She suddenly stood up and turned her feet.
A faint sound of water came from behind him at that moment. He frowned, and then swung his hand down violently.
The slick tentacles, severed in sections, twisted and slammed behind her. In a short while, new limbs grew back, numerous and long, seemingly covered with eyes, disgusting and bizarre.
Jiang Xianwan grew increasingly impatient. Using her spiritual power as a blade, she severed the dozens of tentacles that were flung out a viscous liquid and were now wrapping around her.
She stepped on a cluster of fungi that emitted a dark green light, and was about to fly away when her expression suddenly changed.
As she tried to dodge, the jade slip in her hand flew out and was violently swept into the river. Two slippery tentacles broke through the water and bound and sucked onto her ankles.
With brute force, he yanked her downwards and dragged her into the river.
The moment the water submerged his head, Jiang Xianwan's face turned extremely pale, and his heart sank to the bottom.
But it wasn't because of the enormous creature in front of them, whose limbs could rapidly grow and regenerate in a short time.
Her spring fever has arrived at this very moment!
Without spiritual power to protect her, she couldn't even open her mustard seed pouch. How could she quickly escape and find Hua Buxiu?
At that moment, he even regretted not leaving immediately and instead going to the river to wash his hands.
Jiang Xianwan gritted his teeth, and his outstretched fingertips had to be used to tear at the tentacles on his neck.
Each futile struggle, so weak, accelerated the depletion of oxygen.
The limbs were simultaneously tightened, twisted, and dragged downwards by slippery tentacles as thick as forearms from all directions.
They could only watch helplessly as the jade slip in the distance slowly sank and disappeared from sight, leaving no trace.
She could even clearly feel those tough, finely textured teeth and tongues, like the edges of seaweed, scraping fiercely against her skin through her clothes, trying to embed themselves into her flesh, as if trying to peel the muscles from her bones.
The lungs were burning and squeezing wildly inside the chest cavity, and the pain of suffocation was extremely sharp.
The water ripples in their field of vision twisted into dark green ghostly shadows, and bones groaned under the crushing force of supple tentacles.
She endured the intense pain, gritting her teeth to remain silent, forcing herself to calm down and resolve the predicament before her.
She cannot die.
We absolutely cannot die here.
She was going to keep searching for flowers.
She wanted to see Hua Buxiu safe and sound with her own eyes!
A chilling crimson glint appeared in Jiang Xianwan's eyes, which were filled with icy ferocity.
But the beast seemed to have no intention of giving its prey a chance to breathe, wriggling and tightening its tentacles as it tried to swallow her into its stomach.
His gaze fell upon the ring of serrated teeth so close at hand, and the instinct for survival erupted with its last strength.
His five fingers suddenly clenched into a fist and slammed towards the beast's smooth and flexible head. The golden mark between his brows flashed and disappeared, severing the huge head in two.
Whoosh—
With his last breath, Jiang Xianwan used his arms to pull himself up to the surface.
She coughed violently, enduring the heat of spring, her cough sharp and swift, bringing forth streams of water.
With another swing of his arm, just before touching the hard soil, a smooth, hair-like substance slipped through his fingers.
Jiang Xianwan was stunned for a moment, thinking there were other strange beasts underwater, but when he threw a punch, for some reason, his clenched fingers unconsciously opened in a panic.
I gave them a hand.
She grabbed a piece of the softest fabric.
Her face suddenly turned pale, and she abruptly turned her head, her astonished gaze fixed on the person's simple yet vibrant blue robe that was gradually sinking down.
My heart skipped a beat, then stopped abruptly.
The person floated on the dark, jade-like water, their head tilted weakly to the side, revealing their fragile, pale neck.
His soaked black hair, like thick, scattered seaweed, wrapped around his neck and clung to his cheeks in strands.
The moonlight sparingly cut a small section of the water's surface, landing precisely on his face, shading his unconscious features in a half-light, half-shadow.
Her eyebrows were like ink, her face like a painting, and her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, containing a hint of affection, yet also like a touch of icy indifference, revealing a color that was both cold and shimmering.
It's so captivating that you can't look directly at it, yet you can't look away.
Yet, this exceptionally beautiful face, so rare in the world, was now etched with tightly closed eyes and pursed lips, bearing an unconscious, heavy expression of pain.
The long, thick eyelashes were weighed down by the water droplets, densely covering the eyelids and casting two wet, curved shadows, like the wings of a dying butterfly in a downpour.
Her face, which had always been as beautiful as a precious jade artifact, was a translucent, cold white, with black threads winding around it like inky tear tracks.
Let this body sink deep into the dark river.
Jiang Xianwan's eyes turned bloodshot almost instantly, her limbs suddenly went limp, and water poured into her mouth and nose.
It was impossible to tell whether the liquid on her cheeks was water or tears from choking.
With a powerful swing of his arms, as if grasping a sliver of light about to disappear, he gripped the sleeve tightly.
"Hua Buxiu..."
Her trembling voice was barely audible. The moment she touched his cold fingertips, she sensed the surge of spiritual energy within him, a sign that he was about to explode and die.
Her reddened eyes saw a deep wound on his chest, bearing traces of fire elemental power. Two warm, wet lines suddenly streamed down her cheeks, and she was on the verge of collapse.
Beneath the tattered clothing, the flesh was a blurry, grotesque, and mangled mass, having been ripped open and damaged, indicating that the perpetrator had left no room for mercy.
Those traces of spiritual energy were clearly his own!
Did he stab himself?
Why did Hua Buxiu fall victim to an aphrodisiac?
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