Chapter 48-Heartache
Amidst thunderous cheers and countless fanatical, awe-inspiring gazes, Xie Zhao forced himself to hold on, and faced the direction of the Tianjian Sect with a blood-stained smile that was three parts ruffian and seven parts provocative. Then he staggered down the stage, supported by Su Tang and Tie Niu who rushed up.
"Second Brother! You're amazing!" Su Tang's face flushed with excitement, but her psychic eyes clearly saw the chaotic spiritual power in Xie Zhao's body and the virtual flames burning on his soul. She cried, "But...but your soul fire..."
"Brother Xie, you...you vomited blood!" Tie Niu said in a muffled voice. His huge body carefully supported Xie Zhao, fearing that he would break him with too much strength. "I'll carry you back!"
Bai Xiaolu's eyes were full of worry as she silently handed over a clean towel.
Xie Zhaoqiang forced a weak smile and wanted to raise his hand to rub Su Tang's head, but found that his arm was extremely heavy: "Cough... It's no big deal... Senior brother, I... cough cough... This is called tactical vomiting of blood... Isn't it cool?" He tried to cover it up with his usual ruffian attitude, but the violent coughing and surging blood made him unable to finish his words.
At this moment, a cold figure with unquestionable pressure stood in front of them.
He had arrived at the foot of the arena from the edge of the camp without knowing when. His black robe remained motionless in the noisy wind, like an iceberg that had never melted.
Those eyes, like cold ponds, were now fixed on Xie Zhao's pale face and the glaring bloodstains at the corners of his mouth. The emotions surging in them were complex and difficult to discern - there was an extremely faint pleasure brought by victory, but more of it was cold anger and... a trace of heartache that was forcibly suppressed.
"Senior Brother..." Xie Zhao's peach blossom eyes curved when he saw Chu Linyuan. He wanted to make a joke, but was frozen back by Chu Linyuan's cold eyes.
"Nonsense." Chu Linyuan's voice was colder than Wanzai Xuanbing. The two words came down with a heavy weight.
He didn't look at Ling Xiao's embarrassment, nor at the cheers from the audience. He just stared at Xie Zhao, "Burning soul? Burning blood? Who allowed you to damage your foundation like this?"
His tone was harsher than ever before, even with a hint of blame.
The red tassel at the end of the Frost Silence scabbard fluttered without a breeze, betraying its owner's restless heart. He knew why Xie Zhao was doing this: for the reputation of the Guixu Sect, to wash away the previous shame, and perhaps... for him. But the price was too high!
Xie Zhao was startled by Chu Linyuan's unusually harsh question, and then he forced an even weaker smile: "Isn't this... winning... the effect... ahem... the effect is outstanding... look at that pretty boy..." He tried to change the subject with the result.
"Shut up!" Chu Linyuan shouted, interrupting him. He suddenly stretched out his hand, not to support him, but with lightning speed, he pointed a finger at Xie Zhao's eyebrows!
A pure, cold, yet full of vitality, mysterious icy evil spirit, like a trickle of water, instantly poured into Xie Zhao's sea of consciousness that was almost burning out!
This evil spirit is not an attack, but carries a powerful power to calm the soul and nourish it, like a layer of ice covering the blazing soul fire, forcibly suppressing the backlash of the burning soul, and at the same time nourishing the damaged soul foundation!
"Ugh..." Xie Zhao's body shuddered violently, and he groaned. The icy, piercing murderous energy invaded his sea of consciousness, bringing intense pain, but it was followed by a sense of coolness and relief, a sense of having been forcibly pulled away from the brink of destruction, a sense of survival.
The surging energy and blood in his body were temporarily suppressed by this icy evil spirit.
Chu Linyuan's fingers did not move away, continuing to transmit the pure black ice evil spirit. His cold eyes were still staring at Xie Zhao, but under the fury deep in his eyes, the hidden heartache finally revealed a trace that could not be concealed: "There are many ways to win.
Hurting the enemy by a thousand and losing yourself by eight hundred is the most foolish thing to do." His voice was low, with an unquestionable insistence, "Your life is worth ten thousand times more than Ling Xiao's worthless life.
If there’s a next time…” He didn’t say the rest of the words, but the sudden increase in murderous aura and the cold light that flashed across his eyes made Tie Niu, who was supporting Xie Zhao, shrink his neck subconsciously.
Xie Zhao felt the cold power coming from his brows, which carried the unique aura of Chu Linyuan. That power suppressed his injuries domineeringly and also domineeringly declared its unquestionable concern.
He looked at Chu Linyuan's face, which was so close to him, but still as cold as before, and yet it was filled with the words "Don't mess around". Somewhere in his heart, he felt like he was hit hard by something, sour and bitter, but at the same time, an indescribable warmth surged up.
He opened his mouth, but in the end just uttered a low "hmm". The usual indifference in his peach blossom eyes was replaced by a complex emotion that was a bit aggrieved and a bit relieved.
Su Tang watched this scene, and her psychic eyes caught the forcibly suppressed pity in Chu Linyuan's murderous aura and the fleeting dependence in Xie Zhao's eyes. Her big deer-like eyes suddenly lit up surprisingly!
The photo stone silently focused on this rare, tense moment between the two of them. The villain in my heart was already screaming frantically, "Ahhh! Such an iceberg protecting his own shortcomings! He says one thing and means another! It hurts! He's heartbroken! Chu Xie is rio! It's confirmed!!" Material! Incredible material!
Luo Hongyi folded her arms, leaning against the edge of the camp. A playful smile graced her beautiful face as she watched the scene unfold. Her red lips parted slightly, and she hummed softly, a sound only she could hear: "Tsk... Has Bingtuozi finally gotten his bearings? Or... is he just trying to protect his food?"
Her eyes swept across Chu Linyuan's tightly pursed lips and Xie Zhao's rare obedient look, then looked at the cracked Jinghong Talisman Pen in Xie Zhao's hand, her eyes slightly cold.
"Alright, Senior Brother..." Xie Zhao felt the burning pain in his soul subside considerably, and the turbulent blood in his body calmed down a bit. Although he was still weak, he could at least stand firmly. He gently brushed Chu Linyuan's hand away, "I'm fine... I won't die." He tried to regain some of his normal self.
Chu Linyuan looked at him deeply, and only after making sure that his life was not in danger for the time being did he slowly retract his fingers.
The leaked heartache was instantly frozen again, leaving only the usual coldness and hardness.
He turned and walked towards the edge of the camp, leaving only a few cold words floating in the wind: "Regulate your breathing. Luo Hongyi, it's your turn."
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