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The earth trembled violently, sending rubble and dust soaring into the sky. A huge golden mushroom cloud rose into the heavens, its dazzling light illuminating half the world and even dyeing the distant clouds a golden-red.
The terrifying aftershocks of energy spread out, snapping trees for miles around.
The Third Young Master hovered in mid-air, his gaze fixed on Lust, who was dragging his broken body and fleeing in a sorry state in the distance. The demonic power gathered at his fingertips slowly dissipated, and he ultimately did not give chase.
He knew in his heart that lust was a far more effective means of survival than he could imagine, and in his current state, it was almost impossible for him to kill her completely.
Moreover, if we chase further into the outer reaches of the circle, we are very likely to encounter that old man hiding in the shadows. If we are outmaneuvered by him, it would be a loss for us.
He turned to look at the other side and saw Mu Qinghan limping towards the inside of the circle.
The boy was covered in wounds, his robes soaked in blood, and he staggered with every step, yet he still kept his back straight.
The third young master was taken aback at first, then gave a helpless smile.
This little gadget...is really interesting...
He subconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to gather demonic power to help Mu Qinghan heal, but his movement stopped in mid-air.
Looking at the boy's resolute back, the Third Young Master smiled faintly and ultimately did not interfere further.
With a flick of his finger, a wisp of gentle demonic power drifted out like a stream of light, silently merging into Mu Qinghan's body and helping him stabilize his near-collapse.
After doing all this, the Third Young Master's figure vanished into the air like a bubble, leaving behind only the lingering golden dust.
Mu Qinghan was completely unaware of what had just happened.
Consciousness had long since become blurred by the excruciating pain and exhaustion. Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge, and the body was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to collapse at any moment.
"No... we can't give up..."
He gritted his teeth, a broken moan escaping his throat, blood seeping from his chapped lips.
He must live... He absolutely must live!
Countless thoughts exploded in his mind like sparks, supporting his faltering consciousness.
He still has the great cause of reforming the Dao Alliance to be completed, those corrupt forces that monopolize resources have not been completely eliminated, and countless people are still waiting for a fair opportunity.
He hasn't reached the highest level of cultivation yet, and he hasn't seen with his own eyes what the end of the path of cultivation looks like.
He still has vast landscapes to see, hasn't spent enough time with his family, and hasn't had the chance to show his filial piety.
He still... he still owes Ya Ya a decent gift...
He can't die! He absolutely can't die!
He clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm, the pain clearing his mind a little.
So many cultivators are waiting for him to lead the Dao Alliance to become stronger, his family is waiting for him to come home, and there's Ya Ya...
Ya Ya is waiting for him in Tushan; she misses him.
How could I possibly collapse here?!
He raised his head, a sharp glint in his eyes, and even though his vision was already blurred, his steps remained firm.
He absolutely must go back!
He must come back someday.
Come back and kill all these... disgusting monsters!
With each step, a dark bloodstain was left on the ground, and the pain was excruciating, as if all the bones in his body were being disassembled and reassembled.
Cold sweat soaked through his robes, clinging to his body with an icy chill.
But he didn't stop at all, heading towards the direction of the circle, towards the direction where his family and partners were, step by step, and then another step!
That blood-stained figure, in the vast天地 (heaven and earth), lived on as an unyielding sword.
The bell on her wrist jingled crisply with Mu Qinghan's movements.
"Jingle Bell…"
"Jingle Bell…"
"Damn it! Don't stop me! That's my son. Even if it costs me my life, I'll save him!"
Old Man Mu shoved Wang Quan Shouzhuo, who was blocking his way, his eyes red and almost bleeding.
He was going crazy with worry because his son was trapped outside the circle.
"Hey, calm down!"
Wang Quan Shouzhuo's tone was heavy, "Qinghan has been trapped inside for several hours. You know better than anyone what the outside world is like... I'm afraid it's already..."
"Going in now will not only fail to save him, but you'll also get yourself killed. It's pointless!"
He patted Old Man Mu on the shoulder, his fingertips trembling.
He was tormented in the same way—it wasn't that they didn't want to save them, but ultimately they didn't have the courage to risk everyone's lives.
"You want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you're dead!"
Old Man Mu abruptly shook off his hand, "Even if something really happened to him, I will bring his body back!"
"But have you ever thought about what would happen to the Mu family if you were gone?"
"You still have a wife, you still have your pride! How will they live without you?"
"Without Qinghan, what difference is there between our family and someone who's barely alive?!"
Old Man Mu's voice suddenly choked up, and tears finally rolled down his cheeks.
"He is the hope of the Shepherd family, the hope of humanity!"
Wang Quan Shouzhuo wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by a weak voice.
"Qing...Qinghan?"
Mu Shenqi, who had just woken up from his lying on the ground, slowly sat up while holding his forehead. His vision was still a little blurry, but he subconsciously looked in the direction of the broken Heavenly Gate.
In the mist there, a slender figure was faintly visible, staggering towards them.
Everyone froze for a moment and turned to look.
From the billowing mist, a figure, his robes stained with blood, emerged step by step, each step unsteady, as if he might collapse at any moment.
Mu Qinghan looked up and saw the shocked crowd in front of him, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
He managed a faint smile, then everything went black, and he collapsed forward.
Old Man Mu was the first to react and rushed towards his son at full speed.
"It's Qinghan! Quick! Catch him!"
The surrounding cultivators were in an uproar. Some rushed forward and, together with Old Man Mu, steadily supported the falling boy.
"Qinghan is back! He's alive! Qinghan is alive!"
Someone shouted first, and ecstasy instantly swept through the entire venue. Some people were so excited that their eyes turned red, and some even choked up.
"Hahaha—Qinghan is still alive! That's wonderful!"
"Quickly, look at his injuries! Qinghan is badly injured! Where is the doctor? Is there a doctor here? Come quickly and treat Qinghan!"
"No, his injuries are too severe; ordinary doctors simply cannot cure him!"
Someone felt Mu Qinghan's pulse and their expression changed drastically.
"We must go to Tushan to find Cuiyu Ling! Only she can save Qinghan!"
"Tushan? Isn't that the territory of the Demon Queen Tushan Honghong? If we go there, will she agree?"
"I admit I can't go outside the circle, but what is there in Tushan that I wouldn't dare to go to?"
"Yes, let's go to Tushan together!"
Wang Quan Shouzhuo drew the Wang Quan Sword from Wang Quan Baye's waist. The sword reflected a cold light, and his eyes were sharp, his tone firm.
"At worst, we'll fight Tu Shan Hong Hong to the death!"
"I'll stop her then, and you can take the opportunity to bring Cui Yuling out—no, you can tie her up and bring her out!"
"Once Qinghan recovers, we'll send her back to apologize!"
"Hurry up, we can't delay!"
"Yes, Qinghan can't hold on much longer, let's go!"
Chapter 75 Asking for help
The evening breeze, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, swept over the city wall.
Tu Shan Ya Ya stood frozen at the edge of the city wall, her fox ears drooping slightly due to her unease.
His usually bright eyes were now fixed on the distant, rolling mountains, the misty horizon the direction he had gone from.
The lingering red at the corners of her eyes resembled rouge, and upon closer inspection, faint blue tear stains could be seen beneath them, indicating that she had shed tears not long ago.
"Don't worry, Ya Ya."
Cui Yuling spoke gently as she walked lightly to Ya Ya's side, her fingertips brushing against the city wall, her tone full of certainty.
"I really can't think of anyone in this world who could endanger that kid's life."
"He's so clever! If he can't beat someone, wouldn't he know to run? He's a swordsman; if he can't win, he can just stand on his sword and fly away—even the Demon Emperor can't catch him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard soft footsteps behind him.
Tu Shan Honghong stepped forward, her red skirt sweeping across the pebbles on the ground, making a soft rustling sound.
She looked at her sister's stiff back, her thin frame appearing particularly fragile in the night, and a tenderness crept into her usually resolute brow.
The next second, she reached out and gently pulled Ya Ya into her arms, her palm stroking Ya Ya's long, black hair with tenderness.
"Okay, okay, Ya Ya, stop waiting."
Honghong lowered her head, her warm breath brushing against Yaya's ear, "You've been standing here for a whole day and night. The wind is so strong. Look at the dark circles under your eyes, you look so haggard."
She raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing against the skin under Ya Ya's eyes, her tone softening slightly.
"Can I stay here and keep watch? I'll tell you as soon as that kid gets back."
Ya Ya's body trembled slightly in Hong Hong's arms. She slowly raised her head and met her sister's worried eyes.