Tell on me!
The thunderbolt, carrying immense force, struck down once more.
Yun Qian could no longer hold on; her right knee buckled, and she crashed heavily onto the cold, boundless platform. The wooden sword in her hand had long since turned to charred ashes by the continuous lightning strikes, scattering in the wind. Crimson blood continued to spill from the corner of her lips, staining her pale-colored clothes red.
This is the eighth one.
She knelt on the ground, trying to force herself to stand up, but her body felt completely drained, and she felt a tearing pain in every part of her body. In the end, she could only sway in vain and failed.
What... it's not over yet?
Yun Qian raised her head and looked at the sky, which was shrouded in dark clouds. She slowly reached her hand behind her head and gently pressed down on the small black hairpin in her hair.
It seems that the next bolt of lightning will really be something that Xiao □□ will have to withstand.
Beneath his palm, the small black sword trembled slightly, emitting a deep hum. It was ready to face the might of heaven and earth together with its master.
"Boom—!"
The ninth bolt of heavenly lightning was gathering energy in the clouds and was about to strike.
Just as Yun Qian was about to pull out Xiao Hei, a figure was faster than her!
The blue robes cut through the heavy air, like pine trees stretching in the wind on a mountaintop, firmly blocking her way and completely isolating her from the sky full of lightning and oppressive force.
Yun Qian subconsciously raised her head and stared blankly at the sudden figure from behind.
The fierce winds brought by the heavenly tribulation caused the man's robes to flutter wildly, and his long, dark hair to dance wildly in the wind. In that instant, a long-dormant sense of familiarity struck Yun Qian's heart, almost causing her to stop breathing.
Like a white banquet.
Lin Huaiyu's back view looks remarkably like Bai Yan's!
The person who always stood silently in front of them, shielding them from all the storms.
The longing that had been forcibly suppressed and buried deep in her heart for a century now surged out like a flood breaking through a dam, instantly engulfing Yun Qian.
Only now did Yun Qian clearly realize how much she missed that figure, how much she missed her master who always cleaned up their messes when they made mistakes.
A tear slid down her cheek without warning.
Yun Qian felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she collapsed to the ground. She closed her eyes, forcibly suppressing the surging bitterness in her heart. Without even taking a moment to catch her breath, she immediately turned to look at Qin Wu, who was struggling against his inner demons.
Qin Wu's sudden advancement was due to a strong stimulus, and Yun Qian was certain that it was related to that strange fragrance.
The most urgent task is to help him get through this ordeal!
Finally, the last bolt of lightning, carrying a tremendous power that seemed to purify everything in the world, crashed down!
Lin Huaiyu took the last two strongest lightning strikes for her. Shockingly, the lightning that was enough to annihilate an ordinary cultivator left no mark on him.
He easily crouched down, his gaze level with Yun Qian's, his brows slightly furrowed: "Your injuries are much more serious than your junior brother's." His tone carried an undeniable concern, "Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourself first."
As he spoke, he took out a pill from his pocket and handed it directly to Yun Qian's lips.
Yun Qian looked at him quietly, her clear, cold eyes filled with complex emotions. Just when Lin Huaiyu thought she would be wary and refuse him as usual, she lowered her head slightly and gently put the pill into her mouth using his slender fingers.
The warm, soft touch sent a jolt through Lin Huaiyu, who was momentarily stunned, her mind going blank for a split second.
In the brief moment he was lost in thought.
An arrow, wreathed in dense demonic energy, silently pierced the air like a venomous snake, its target aimed directly at Lin Huaiyu's back! The arrow moved with astonishing speed, almost grazing his cheek!
"careful!"
Although Yun Qian's spiritual power was nearly exhausted, her reaction was still swift. With one hand forming a hand seal, a faint barrier of spiritual light instantly condensed in front of her and Lin Huaiyu, narrowly blocking the demonic feather.
But she was already at her limit, and the power contained in the demonic feather was extremely formidable. After only a few seconds of stalemate, the spiritual light barrier shattered under the strain.
At the critical moment, Lin Huaiyu had already regained his senses. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and without even turning around, he casually flicked his sleeve, and an invisible force surged out, directly knocking the insidious demonic feather backward, where it exploded into a cloud of black mist in the air.
He looked up at the sect leaders and elders who were fighting the Demon Lord and his subordinates in the sky, a hint of impatience flashing across his face, and he clicked his tongue in a low voice: "Really... a nuisance."
Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished from his spot like a ghost, and the next moment he appeared in the midst of the battle at the highest point. With every move he made, a powerful divine force rippled out, instantly turning the tide of the battle.
Yun Qian's gaze followed his figure, but was then drawn to the demon beside the Demon Lord, who always wore a hood to cover his face.
It's Baiji, right...?
A surge of blood rushed through her chest, and the pent-up emotions made her cough up another mouthful of blood.
"Senior Sister!"
Bai Chuan came to her side, his face filled with worry. Without a word, he grabbed Yun Qian's wrist and placed his fingertips on her pulse. The next moment, his expression turned even more grim.
Yun Qian's pulse was extremely weak at this moment, almost imperceptible, which was very similar to her condition a hundred years ago when she forcibly passed the Heavenly Tribulation of the Nascent Soul stage!
That time, he was powerless. And this time... he still seems to have no better solution.
Bai Chuan tried his best to hide his emotions, but Yun Qian saw every detail of his frantic rummaging through his storage bag for healing pills.
She remembered the day Bai Chuan first set foot on Cangmin Mountain, when he looked up with his innocent little face and vowed to become a strong person to protect those he wanted to protect. But it seemed that every time he was in danger, he felt he hadn't been able to truly help.
In truth, Baichuan had become very strong, but the troubles they faced were also growing larger and more dangerous. Yunqian always understood this hatred for their own powerlessness, even though Baichuan never spoke of it.
She raised her heavy hand and, just as she had done a hundred years ago, gently patted Bai Chuan's bowed head. Her voice was hoarse from the pain of her injuries, yet unusually gentle: "Xiao Chuan, it's not that you're not strong enough, but..."
Her gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield between immortals and demons in the sky, her tone filled with deep helplessness and exhaustion, "But the trouble has become even bigger... so big that even I, your senior sister, am finding it difficult to handle."
As she spoke, Yun Qian struggled to raise her other hand, and a faint yet pure spiritual energy slowly overflowed from her palm, like a trickle of water, drifting towards Qin Wu and gently flowing into the space between his eyebrows.
“Mount Cangmin…” she said softly, with an unwavering determination, “No one else can be allowed to fall into demonic possession.”
Upon hearing this, Bai Chuan immediately composed himself, sat cross-legged beside Yun Qian, and together they channeled their spiritual energy into Qin Wu to help him stabilize his mind and fight against his inner demons.
He lowered his head and suddenly said in a muffled voice, "I thought you could say something comforting, senior sister."
"Master, too, just abandoned us and didn't care about anything."
Bai Chuan's words seemed nonsensical, but Yun Qian understood them. She tugged at the corners of her mouth, wanting to laugh, but the movement aggravated her internal injuries, resulting in a light cough. However, a faint smile ultimately appeared in her eyes: "Don't say such rebellious things. Although Master is indeed a bit unreliable... we can just keep it to ourselves."
"Okay." Baichuan nodded obediently, then added, "I'll tell him in person when the sect leader comes out of seclusion."
Yun Qian raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised: "Are you tattled on me?"
Bai Chuan nodded again, but his tone carried a hint of youthful defiance: "Sue, of course we have to sue. And we have to sue in detail."
Looking at his seemingly serious profile, Yun Qian felt a strange sense of unease, which had been weighing on her heart due to her injuries, the perilous situation, and the demonization of her old friend. These seemingly nonsensical complaints from Bai Chuan were surprisingly dispelled.
A genuinely relaxed smile finally appeared on her pale yet still beautiful face.
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