They were all trained cultivators, and die-hard loyalists of the Yan Dan Sect. They would not let go of any opportunity to defeat the enemy. In the moment when Geng Qi was distracted, the people he had repelled rushed forward again. Helpless, he could only use his last strength to let go of the phoenix kite in his hand. Before falling, it seemed that someone had grabbed his hand.
Rong Yu was startled by his soft call. Trust mixed with a touch of dependence. He turned around and saw that the person was about to fall. He quickly reached out and pulled the person into his arms. His shoulder sank, and the person slumped against him and fainted.
"Geng Qi!"
I called out instinctively, but there was no response.
He looked up angrily and saw that the disciples who had attacked Geng Qi were being entangled by a long whip, which left several bloody marks on their faces. When the man swung his sword at them, they quickly retreated and darted into the sleeve of the unconscious man.
"..."
The sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. Yan Zhihe was overjoyed, but he pretended to be calm and said, "Young Sect Master, if you hand over the demon now, I will let you leave immediately!"
They have no intention of being enemies with the Tianzhi Sect. If this person is sensible, it will save them a lot of trouble!
Clearly, Rong Yu wouldn't do as he wished. Holding someone in his arms made him feel somewhat constrained. Surrounded by a group of people, he remained unfazed, hanging the longsword he was holding back at his waist. He slowly raised his hand, and suddenly, a sound of earth breaking apart arose. Thorns the same color as the night emerged from the rocks, swiftly entangled the spirit swords under everyone's feet, and cries of alarm rose and fell as the disciples who had trapped the two fell to the ground.
Yang Tianhui and Yan Zhihe, who were leaning against each other, were startled at the same time. They stepped back to avoid being entangled in thorns, but when they saw the two trying to escape, they shouted, "Stop them!"
Those who had narrowly escaped the thorns rushed forward upon hearing this, blocking the two's path, only to be struck in the throat by a gust of wind blade. Blood splattered everywhere, and they died with their eyes still open.
By the time the others realized what was happening and tried to give chase, the two had already vanished from outside the Bone Rock Cave.
Yan Zhihe said fiercely, "They won't be able to leave Pipi Mountain!"
Yang Tianhui, however, did not rush to send people after them. Looking at the thorns that were dragging the other disciples down, he said gravely, "His spiritual root..."
Cultivators rely on spiritual roots for cultivation. Different types of spiritual roots have a certain degree of control over things of the same type. However, they have seen countless cultivators with wood-type spiritual roots, but they have never seen anyone use such black thorns!
"If it were a life-or-death duel, what would our chances of winning be?"
Yan Zhihe's fierce expression froze for a moment, then his face darkened. Based on the strength Rong Yu had just displayed, even the two of them combined would not be a match for him in a one-on-one fight.
With wary gazes directed in the direction where the two had disappeared, Yan Zhihe ordered his disciples to search for them. Looking at the completely destroyed Bone Rock Cave, his already unpleasant face grew even colder, as if coated with frost.
On Mount Pipi, Rong Yu led his men away and stopped on a peak. He put the man down against a boulder, took his wrist to check his pulse. The pulse was calm, steady and strong, and even his breathing was even.
It seems she was simply asleep.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but I couldn't help but worry. Who would fall asleep during a fight?
In his haste to leave, he didn't have time to think about anything else, leaving his hair a mess on his face. Rong Yu reached out and smoothed his disheveled hair. Seeing dawn breaking and someone approaching on a sword, he picked the man up and carried him toward a cave not far away.
Mount Pipi is covered with huge rocks, their crevices uneven and connected, making it impossible to see people moving from a distance. Geng Qi was swaying awake as someone carried him on their back. Seeing that he was on someone's back, he looked around groggily and asked, "Where are the people from Yandan Sect?"
Rong Yu said, "Not here."
Why don't you fight them?
"If we do it now, we'll never be able to clear our names."
The cave collapsed, the evidence was destroyed. If they were to fight to the death now, unless they slaughtered the entire sect, they would be betrayed by the Yan Dan Sect if they escaped. Even if the Tian Zhi Sect believed them, people from other sects might not.
The hatred that the major sects have for the Demon Realm is enough to outweigh their suspicion of a fellow sect.
Geng Qi had no idea that he shouldn't have set that fire. He turned his head on his back, changed his position, and chuckled.
Rong Yu asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Geng Qi murmured with his eyes closed, "It's not a pleasant feeling to take the blame for someone else, is it? You all blame everything on the Demon Realm..."
The last few words were like ramblings in a dream.
Rong Yu sighed, "I never mentioned the Demon Realm..."
As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, turned his head to look, and saw that the person on his back was no longer moving and had fallen asleep again.
"..."
With a helpless sigh, he carried the person into the cave.
Finding a comfortable spot, Rong Yu gently laid the person down and lit a fire in the cave. The bright firelight illuminated the stone walls. He turned to look at the sleeping person and was momentarily stunned.
The dark cave, the burning fire, the sleeping people—it seemed to overlap with the scene in my memory, yet it was two completely different sights.
When he was young, he held his baby who had just hatched from the egg and hid in a dark cave. The fire there glowed purple and burned outside the cave, but it was a hundred times hotter than the fires we have now.
Looking at the person so close to him, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the bright red mole at the corner of her eye, which seemed about to bleed.
Perhaps feeling itchy, Geng Qi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he tilted his head away, but did not wake up.
Rong Yu chuckled softly and stopped bothering him.
He slept for another whole day, and when Geng Qi woke up, it was already dusk outside the cave.
The disciples of Yandan Sect searched all over the sect for a day, but still couldn't find the cave where the two were hiding. Geng Qi woke up from his deep sleep, but was unwilling to open his eyes. Through his eyelids, he could see something moving in front of him, bright and dazzling. He squinted his eyes and saw the firelight. There was a figure sitting opposite him.
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