C190 Departure (1/2)

Zuoqiu Han looked at the somewhat hysterical senior brother with sympathy and sighed helplessly. He gently held Chunyu Qiang's hand and let it go, saying in a low voice, ”Senior brother, this is real. Currently, not a single disciple of the Herba Fang Sect Branch had survived. After receiving the message from Gao Gui, Martial Nephew immediately stopped all of the disciples above the Spirit Separating Stage from going forward to save them. Unfortunately, by the time they reached there, the people from the Ganlang Sect had already left. ”

As if he had been shocked by the cruel news, Chunyu Qiang fell down and sat on the praying mat, his eyes looking at the dancing osmanthus tree on the lakeside of the sect as he muttered, ”How is this possible? How could this be? Shouldn't Tianqian Sect and Ganlang Sect continue to attack the Weapons Sect? Yi Yan had already been severely injured and lost the ability to fight, so the headless Weapons Sect was definitely not their match. Why did they leave their Weapons Sect untouched but chose to attack our Herba Fang Sect branch?

< p > Could it be that my previous analysis was all wrong? It's my fault, it's my fault that I harmed the thousands of disciples on my planet. ”

The absent-minded Chunyu Qiang did not realise that, when he had thought about that, the previously smooth circulation of the Rogue Immortal power in his body had suddenly started to fluctuate, and that the undulations were getting more and more intense, gradually showing signs of going berserk.

At this time, Chunyu Qiang's inner demon was already born, and he was already on the verge of going berserk. If he was not stopped, it wouldn't take more than half a moment before his soul, which had completely lost all reason, exploded and he died!

Fortunately, Chunyu Qiang was not alone here. Beside him was the Five Calamity Loose Immortal Zuoqiu Han, whose cultivation was slightly inferior to his.

Seeing that his senior had fallen into his own inner demons, and that the undulations of the Rogue Immortal power was getting more and more intense, George Han no longer had the time to comfort him. He took a step forward and placed his palms on the Chunyu Qiang's dantian and chest, and a majestic and vast amount of Rogue Immortal power surged out of his hands, continuously entering Chunyu Qiang's body, forcefully suppressing the power of the riot.

Fortunately, at this time, Chunyu Qiang had completely lost control of the energy in his body. At the same time, his resistance towards the outside intruding energy also fell to the bottom.

Otherwise, with Zuoqiu Han's cultivation, even if he was able to transfer the Immortal energy into his body, it would take a lot of effort.

An hour had passed. Under Zuoqiu Han's suppression with all his strength, the scattered immortal energy in Chunyu Qiang's body finally calmed down and was slowly guided by Zuoqiu Han back into his Dantian. Chunyu Qiang's Nascent Infant also had a sinister look on his face as he sat down in a cross-legged position in her Dantian.

Zuoqiu Han let out a long sigh as he withdrew his hands from Chunyu Qiang's body. He then raised his arms to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

Without thinking, he raised his head and realized that his Senior Brother's gaze had returned back to him. Although he was still a little dazed and lifeless, it was no longer the deathly grey color that made people's hearts beat uncontrollably, nor any color of life. The overjoyed Zuoqiu Han grabbed onto Chunyu Qiang's arm and held tightly, and his voice could not help but tremble a little: ”Senior Brother, you're finally better, just now you scared me to death!”

After being awakened by Zuoqiu Han's forceful shaking of his arm, Chunyu Qiang's eyes finally started to focus slowly, recovering a bit of their focus.

Chunyu Qiang fixedly looked at his Junior Brother with an extremely complicated gaze. He looked at him with guilt, regret, gratitude, and helplessness. He was baffled for a long while and then didn't speak for a long time.

Finally, when Zuoqiu Han's body felt uncomfortable from his gaze and he unconsciously twisted his body, Chunyu Qiang spoke in a low voice but her voice was still as empty as before: ”Why?”

< p > ”Hm?” ”Why what?”

Zuoqiu Han was startled by his senior brother's question, and obviously did not understand what he meant.

< p > ”Why did you save me?” Isn't it better for me to die like this? ”

Chunyu Qiang's voice trembled a bit that a cultivator should never have.

< p > ”Hey!”

Zuoqiu Han waved his big hands, and said as if it was a matter of course: ”Because you are my senior brother! I still need to rely on you to protect me, you can without me in Herba Fang Sect, but you can't without Senior Brother! ”

What Zuoqiu Han had said made sense to him, but to Chunyu Qiang, it was a completely different feeling.

Chunyu Qiang, who had always been unyielding and had always carried the future livelihood of his Herba Fang Sect's thousands of disciples suddenly started crying soundlessly. Bean-sized tears fell onto the ground and shattered into pieces, splashing into small puddles of water.

Zuoqiu Han panicked. He had followed his senior brother Chunyu Qiang for thousands of years, and this senior brother of his was always strong and steady, always remaining calm and composed no matter how difficult the situation he faced. He had never seen his senior brother lose his composure, let alone cry.

Just as Zuoqiu Han was about to wipe away the tears on his Senior Brother's face, he felt that it was inappropriate. He stomped his feet fiercely and asked anxiously, ”Senior Brother, what's wrong? Say it! ”

Chunyu Qiang had obviously lost control of his emotions to the extreme, as he allowed the tears on his face to slide down, and weakly sat on the praying mat as he said quietly: ”But, because of my misjudgement, it caused the death of over a thousand disciples of the Suixing Branch Division, they are all the future hope and hope of Herba Fang Sect! Don't you hate me? ”

After speaking, Chunyu Qiang's eyes were fixed on George Han. He pondered for a moment, then raised his head and stared into Chunyu Qiang's eyes. I really don't hate him! Senior Brother, we've been together for thousands of years. You know that I don't have much brains, and I'm not good at talking either. But on this matter, I don't think it's your fault! Previously, your analysis with Junior Disciple Gui was very reasonable, and it was also the most likely direction for things to develop. The reason why we chose not to participate in the battles between the Armored Sect and the Quanlang Sect was also because of the sect's interests. At that time, I agreed with him. If we are to say that we are responsible, it should also be the responsibility of the three of us. Moreover, what we should be considering right now is not how to confess our mistakes, but how to avenge our fallen disciples! Senior Brother, do you think so?

Avenge our fallen disciples?

After repeating that sentence in a low voice, Chunyu Qiang's eyes gradually lit up. ”That's right! Junior Brother, you're right! We have to avenge them! ”

The tears on Chunyu Qiang's face had already disappeared, and he had returned to his usual calm self. ”We can't stay out of this anymore, and although we don't know why Ganlang Sect suddenly attacked us, it probably has something to do with Weapon Pavilion. However, we've already put our own heart into this matter, so we can't blame them. Junior Brother, go to the Weapons Sect right now and bring two Sesame Pellets to Spiritual Master Yi Yan … ”