Can your master solve this?
Spider needles flew like a sudden storm, whistling through the air, aimed directly at the pale yellow figure at the front of the carriage.
However, Yun Qian didn't move an inch. She didn't even spare a glance for this potentially fatal attack, maintaining her seated posture, her hand moving smoothly and naturally as she drank the medicine, without the slightest pause or hesitation.
Suddenly, an incomparably domineering and chilling sword aura, seemingly capable of cleaving through the void, swept across the sky like a thunderclap from the heavens! Where the sword aura passed, the hundreds of menacing spider needles were as if brushed by an invisible giant hand, their spiritual power instantly dissipating, and they all fell to the ground with a clanging sound, leaving behind only a patch of eerie blue light.
Honglian's heart trembled violently. She looked up abruptly, meeting Qin Wu's icy, snow-like eyes. He held the Changsutian sword, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and stood firmly in front of Yun Qian, completely protecting her behind him. Following closely behind, Baichuan, holding a folding fan and with a slightly pale face, also slowly stepped forward.
The two stood on either side of Yun Qian, one in front and one behind, firmly protecting her in the center with an unquestionable protective stance.
If her opponent were only Yun Qian, who had just experienced a tribulation and whose spiritual power was depleted, Hong Lian would still have a fighting chance. But if Qin Wu, who was in the Nascent Soul stage, were added to the mix, as well as Bai Chuan, whose strength was unpredictable... Hong Lian knew that she had no chance of winning.
She had been lying in wait nearby for some time. When exactly did Yun Qian send the message to the two of them? And how were they able to arrive so quickly? Honglian didn't understand.
However, Qin Wu did not give her time to think!
The extremely sharp sword intent had already pierced through the air and was heading straight for her face! Honglian hurriedly reverted to human form and retreated swiftly, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow.
Qin Wu's sword was too fast and too sharp!
Sword cultivators are already the strongest offensive force among cultivators, let alone a sword cultivator who has entered the Nascent Soul stage. In front of him, Honglian could only parry and had no power to fight back.
Seeking advantage and avoiding harm is instinctive. Honglian subconsciously wanted to avoid Qin Wu, whose sharpest edge she could muster, and instead attack Bai Chuan, who seemed easier to deal with. However, the moment they clashed, her heart sank. This sickly healer's swordsmanship was even more cunning and ruthless than Qin Wu's!
As the sword flashed, more and more wounds appeared on Honglian's body, and blood quickly stained her red dress. If Qin Wu's sword intent was meant to harm her, then Bai Chuan's sword, with each strike aimed at a vital point, was clearly intended to kill her!
In no time, Honglian was already covered in wounds and struggling to defend herself. Knowing she was no match for them, she decided to retreat. She feinted an attack and turned to flee.
The instant she turned around, a golden streak of light, faster than her reaction time, pierced her brow with perfect precision!
"Uh!" Honglian's body stiffened abruptly, as if her heart had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and she suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
Yun Qian's figure appeared silently before her like a ghost, her face as cold as ice, her voice devoid of any warmth: "Go back and tell your master that using too many underhanded tricks will damage one's karma. Those who do not even spare their own kind, even if they are lucky enough to ascend, will probably suffer several more heavenly tribulations."
Honglian's pupils contracted sharply, and the mark between her brows burned intensely. How could she know about her master's affairs?!
Yun Qian suddenly smiled sweetly at her, her already stunning face instantly radiating an almost bewitching allure, but her voice was as cold as a knife: "I can break the spirit-sealing talisman. Can your master break this heart-binding curse?"
She leaned closer, almost whispering in Honglian's ear, her beautiful eyes filled with emotionless indifference: "Honglian, I'm not a good person who would let you go time and time again."
“I remember.” Her voice was light and airy, yet carried a chilling undertone. “When you go back, walk quickly. If the injury isn’t cured within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, your heart will—”
Yun Qian slowly clenched her fist in front of Hong Lian's eyes, then suddenly opened it, mimicking an explosion, and softly uttered an onomatopoeic word: "It exploded with a bang."
Honglian stared wide-eyed in horror. The increasingly intense tightening and stabbing pain in her heart clearly told her that Yun Qian had not lied to her! This Heart-Binding Curse would really take her life!
Without daring to hesitate any longer, Honglian endured the excruciating pain and fear emanating from her heart, her figure transforming into a disheveled streak of red light as she fled in panic, vanishing in an instant.
Bai Chuan and Qin Wu then approached Yun Qian. Hong Lian, of course, was unaware that the protective spirit array within the Cangmin Mountain disciples was itself the most secretive and swift communication array, capable of direct connection through the inner palace. The moment Hong Lian's aura appeared, Yun Qian had already sensed it. Her conversation with Xiao Hei was a ruse; her true intention was to secretly contact Qin Wu and Bai Chuan through the protective spirit array and instantly activate a short-distance teleportation array using the array's power.
The pot of medicine that was always steaming was the nourishing elixir that Baichuan had delivered in time via the teleportation array.
"Will her master save her?" Bai Chuan asked softly, gazing in the direction where Hong Lian had disappeared.
Yun Qian slowly shook her head, her tone resolute: "She is doomed to die, it's just a matter of time."
Qin Wu sheathed his sword, his brow furrowed with worry, and looked at the carriage: "Senior Sister, are you going to remove the talisman from Lin Huaiyu now?"
"Yes." Yun Qian answered without the slightest hesitation. She would definitely save him.
“Then I will protect you,” Qin Wu said.
Yun Qian glanced at the direction of the carriage, her expression grave: "After removing this talisman, I'm afraid I'll be weak for a while. The other side definitely has more tricks up their sleeve. If Si Li personally takes action now, we'll be hard-pressed to resist. We must hurry and return to Cangmin Mountain at full speed. If something unexpected happens, we'll still have a way out by relying on the mountain's protective formation."
"Okay," Qin Wu replied in a deep voice.
Inside the carriage, the space was enveloped in a faint, spiritual light.
Yun Qian sat cross-legged opposite the unconscious Lin Huaiyu. Lin Huaiyu's eyes were closed, his face was bloodless, and his breath was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Yun Qian held her breath and focused her mind, bringing her index and middle fingers together. Pure spiritual energy was highly concentrated at her fingertips, radiating a dazzling golden light.
She raised her hand, her fingertips carrying a resolute air, and slowly began from the Shen Ting acupoint on Lin Huaiyu's forehead, following the Ren meridian downwards, finally landing firmly on the Tan Zhong acupoint on his chest.
Buzz.
An extremely complex dark golden Bagua symbol emerged clearly from beneath Lin Huaiyu's chest skin!
Yun Qian closed her eyes and focused all her energy on activating her inner spiritual power. Vast spiritual power surged towards her fingertips like a floodgate opening.
Sealing talismans are difficult to cast, but removing them is even more difficult.
The process of removing the talisman is extremely dangerous and cannot tolerate any disturbance or the slightest mistake.
At the same time, the entire carriage was completely enveloped in a thick layer of spiritual light, and like an arrow released from a bow, it sped off towards Cangmin Mountain at an extraordinary speed.
Qin Wu and Bai Chuan sat firmly on the front of the carriage, one on each side, their expressions vigilant, their eyes constantly scanning the surrounding mountains and forests, not daring to relax for a moment.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Several arrows, imbued with chilling spiritual energy, shot out from the dense forest on both sides of the road without warning!
Bai Chuan's lips curled into a cold smile, and he snorted softly, "As expected, they've come." He exchanged a knowing glance with Qin Wu.
Qin Wu didn't even get up; he simply held his hand in the air, and Su Tian was already in his grasp. Without even turning around, he casually swung his sword, unleashing a magnificent crescent-shaped sword aura that swept outwards. The sharp arrows seemed to have struck an impenetrable wall, breaking apart and falling to the ground.
The next moment, dark shadows appeared from the forest on both sides, and dozens of cultivators dressed in black with their faces hidden under hoods emerged like ghosts, surrounding them with murderous intent.
Bai Chuan remained seated in front of the carriage, his fingers subtly rubbing together in a strange rhythm beneath his wide sleeves. Colorless, odorless, and invisible powder, under his precise control of spiritual power, spread silently throughout the forest clearing like mercury.
A man in black, wielding a large, ghost-headed saber, leaped forward, the blade whipping through the air, aiming straight for Bai Chuan's back. Without turning his head, Bai Chuan flicked his wrist, and a slender sword emerged from his sleeve like a venomous snake, striking with deadly precision, blocking the powerful blow. He even coughed softly, seemingly weak, yet his swordplay remained sharp and relentless, forcing the man in black to retreat repeatedly.
More and more black-clad cultivators emerged from the forest, wave after wave, like a tide. Even though Qin Wu and Bai Chuan were highly skilled, they were no match for the overwhelming numbers; even a fierce tiger fears a pack of wolves. No matter how fast Cang Min's swordsmanship was, it couldn't stop these seemingly endless ruthless fugitives.
Just as the battle was becoming increasingly intense, a white figure flashed out of the carriage like lightning!
Zhihua landed lightly on its four paws, its snow-white fur moved without wind, and its originally petite body swelled up rapidly as if inflated.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a majestic white divine beast, its size comparable to a giant elephant! Every hair on its body was crystal clear, as if it contained a strange power. When swords and blades struck it, they produced a sound like metal clashing, yet they could not harm it in the slightest.
The enormous cat-like beast let out a low growl and slowly paced around the carriage, forming a natural protective circle that firmly guarded the carriage at its center.
With Zhihua guarding their rear, Qin Wu and Baichuan could finally act freely without any worries. Their eyes sharpened, and their attacks became even more decisive and ruthless. Sword light and poisonous mist intertwined, stirring up waves of blood and gore among the black-clad crowd.
Inside the carriage, Yun Qian's fingertips remained firmly planted on Lin Huaiyu's chest, fine beads of sweat already forming on her forehead. The moment of truth had arrived.
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