The person who set up the formation was actually outside the formation the whole time, maintaining the shift of the formation's core. The Nine Heavens Ambush Formation broke, the layers of gloom dissipated, the gale vanished, and the white arrows returned to the ground. The bright moon reappeared from the pitch-black sky, its soft light illuminating the already devastated Yandan Gate.
Only a dozen or so people from other sects survived. Once the ambush formation was broken, they all rushed to the mountain gate on their swords. Several of them, who were seriously injured, followed behind, supporting themselves with their spiritual swords. When the fog cleared, hundreds of people came on their swords from outside the Yan Dan Sect and captured the seriously injured members of the Yan Dan Sect and the Lang Gu Sect.
However, none of those who escaped the calamity sought out Yan Zhihe, the culprit. They looked up at the sky, where the array eye, pried open by the Drunken Shadow Sword, shone brightly after the miasma dissipated. Golden light flickered among the layers of sword shadows, as intense as the sun. The light clashed with the sword shadows like a living thing, and the entire sky was as bright as day.
"What is that?"
Some people were surprised and doubtful. Geng Qi also looked up and felt an inexplicable familiarity and longing for that ball of light.
It seemed to originate from a resonance of the soul.
Just as I was about to chase after it to investigate, the light suddenly went out. Staring at the bright light for so long had caused absolute darkness in front of me. I subconsciously closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, there was no golden light at all.
The bright moon hung in the sky, but its light was clearly insignificant compared to the blazing sun from before.
Coming to his senses, Rong Yu had already sheathed his sword. The silver scabbard sealed the blood-red blade, and the sword's owner stood still, not making a move.
Geng Qi wanted to ask where the ball of light had gone, but glancing at his hand gripping the sword, with its distinct knuckles and immense force, as if he were suppressing something, and remembering the bloody aura that had enveloped him earlier, he suppressed his question and touched his arm with concern: "Are you alright?"
Rong Yu loosened his grip slightly and gently shook his head.
The hundreds of cultivators who arrived later were all dressed in black, and they poured into the Yan Dan Sect, searching in all directions. The leader arrived on a sword, cupped his hands to Rong Yu, and waited for Rong Yu to nod before continuing forward.
Who are they?
Rong Yu said, "The Changying Guard in the county town at the foot of the mountain is under the jurisdiction of the royal family. They came to investigate Yandan Gate after receiving the news."
Apart from cultivators who belong to sects, those independent cultivators who neither join sects nor hold official positions are governed by the royal family just like ordinary civilians. The local prefect also has a responsibility to investigate the tragedy in Gefeng Town.
Of course, as a subordinate county city of Yandan Sect, it cannot be ruled out that the local prefect, who has been oppressed by the sect for many years, seized the opportunity to take advantage of his misfortune!
Look at those dark figures moving through the ruins of Yandan Gate, how efficient and proactive they are!
Two tigers cannot share one mountain. Once Yandan Gate falls, the people in the county town below the mountain can once again submit to the royal family. This is the consolidation of power.
Qing Han brushed past a Long Eagle Guard, carrying a person in each hand as he flew over. It was Su Mo'er and Yang Wei, who had been hiding earlier.
The three landed, and Qinghan said, "Young Master, there are no living people inside."
Geng Qi looked at Qing Han and yawned silently.
"..."
"..."
Do you want to rest?
Geng Qi asked, "Is there anywhere here to rest?"
Rong Yu said, "Yes."
The Chengyun Pavilion, where I used to live, was in a special location and was sturdy. Apart from the fact that the entire waterside pavilion looked like it had been hit by a downpour due to the strong wind, the inner room where I rested was not greatly affected.
To everyone's surprise, while Qing Han stayed outside, Rong Yu followed him in.
Before entering the room, Geng Qi turned back and asked, "Are you sleeping too?"
"I'm not sleeping." Rong Yu gave a negative answer, but entered the room first: "Apply the medicine."
"Apply 'medicine'?"
The man had already stood by the bedside, and Geng Qi followed him as if possessed, sitting down to watch him tinker with the storage bracelet.
Rong Yu took out several medicine bottles and a roll of silk cloth, then turned to look at him.
Geng Qi hurriedly said, "No need, it's just a minor injury, no need for medicine."
It's just a minor scratch, it's not that delicate.
Rong Yu said, "The miasma will adhere to the wound and will not heal on its own."
"..."
The wound was still throbbing slightly. Geng Qi glanced to the side and saw that the red silk cloth had a small tear on his shoulder. The dried blood had turned black and mixed with the newly seeping blood, sticking to his skin.
Rong Yu suddenly reached out and tore open the fabric on his shoulder.
The wound was exposed, a bloody gash that would normally heal in no time, but now it stubbornly clung to his shoulder. A hand circulated spiritual energy over it, dispelling the white miasma clinging to the wound. The two were extremely close, and Geng Qi looked down, able to clearly see even the fine downy hairs around his hairline on his forehead.
He swallowed involuntarily.
Rong Yu seemed to sense something and looked up, asking, "Did you hurt yourself?"
"No." Geng Qi shook his head quickly, his body stiffening slightly.
He gently applied the ointment to the wound with his fingers, feeling as if a feather was tickling his heart. He wanted to say that he would do it himself, but the words just wouldn't come out.
The wound was less than an inch long, but I kept applying the medicine for ages.
Geng Qi gradually sensed something was wrong, and stiffened as he asked, "Miss Su...aren't you going to go and check on her?"
"What are you looking at?" Rong Yu looked up, his face showing confusion.
"..." Geng Qi was taken aback, blinked, and said, "Well... isn't she a disciple of your sect? Look, she... she must have been quite frightened. As her grand-uncle, you should go and see her..."
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