While Jun Ruchen and his group suffered casualties, their main fighting force remained largely intact.
However, Zhao Qinglian and her group were still at least four days' journey from the turbulent snow sea.
The situation is now almost hopeless for them!
"Young Master Jun, you and your wife should go first. We'll cover your retreat," the person who had been protecting Jun Xiandan finally moved three steps away from him and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.
"No, they want me," Jun Xiandan resolutely rejected the man's suggestion, saying, "I am, after all, a direct descendant of the Jun family. They won't kill me so easily. You take Qinglian and these two fellow Daoists and leave first. We can try to rescue me another time when the opportunity arises."
But you must promise me that you will ensure your own safety first before you think about saving me.
"Xiandan, no, you've already escaped once, and they know you have the ability to escape again. If you go back now, they will definitely try every means to kill you as soon as possible. You can't go back again." Zhao Qinglian held onto Jun Xiandan tightly and refused to let go.
“Yes, Lord Jun, the Empress Dowager is right. It is not appropriate for you to go back now. We can still run, so let’s run for now. If it really comes to it, we can fight to the death. It’s better to die in battle than to go back and suffer.” Wuhen also advised.
Shadowless: "..."
Brother, are you trying to persuade someone?
Why don't you just hand someone a knife and tell them that it's better to die than to live a miserable life?
Wuying thought for a moment, and while being carried away, he took out a number of bottles and jars from his body and said, "I have some medicine prepared by our princess. The princess said that some of the ingredients can have a certain effect on cultivators. I've seen it along the way, and it seems to be working in our favor. Let's try anything, even if it's a dead end. Hopefully, the princess can create a miracle for us this time and help us escape with a way out."
"Oh, right, I have some too," Wuhen realized and quickly pulled out a bunch of bottles and jars.
One of the bottles, a bright red one, was nowhere to be found.
Wu Ying, with her sharp eyes, noticed and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Wu Hen, what's in that red bottle of yours? Did the Princess give it to Miss Xi Que, and Miss Xi Que gave it to you?"
“This, this is called… being drunk in the gentle embrace of love,” Wuhen said with a glint in his eye. “The princess said that single people don’t deserve to have this, so she hasn’t given it to anyone without a wife, to avoid abusing single people.”
Shadowless: "...!"
Is being single now so dangerous that you can't even survive? You get hurt no matter where you go.
Zhao Qinglian: "Cough cough!"
Jun Siam: "..."
Their daughter-in-law is really wild; she even provides this kind of thing to her subordinates!
Wuhen, this roughneck, never thought of leaving a good image for his princess in front of her in-laws. He felt very pleased after stabbing Wuying in the heart a few times, and picked up the bottles and jars in his hand and began to splash them behind him.
Sprinkle as much of whatever kind of itching powder, poison powder, or intestinal-rotting powder you can find.
The fine powder scattered in the biting cold wind was blown away without a trace, making it impossible to guard against.
Jun Ruchen and the others, who were not too far away, naturally saw Wuying and Wuhen's movements.
A cannon fodder disciple stepped forward obsequiously, licked his lips at the vent, smacked his lips a couple of times, spat a few times, and said to Jun Ruchen with a contemptuous look, "Patriarch, these are just some harmless mortal poisons. They are quite lethal to mortals, but to us cultivators, ha, we can ignore them."
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