C81 (1/2)
The time of winter in the Qing Qiu Mountains, like a thin layer of snow falling swiftly from the sky, silently glided past, without making the slightest sound.
A few days later, Wang Qingchuan's injuries were still not getting better. The elixirs from the Spiritual World seemed to have no effect at all. She was still unconscious, just like a snow lotus sleeping in winter. Her aura was like wisps of silk, like frost that had been frozen in the dust. Mu Lengqing was still channeling inner Qi for her every day in order to conserve her weak physical strength and vital energy. However, after being severely injured by the black shadow, the Blood Accumulating Frost Poison was still stuck in his chest, slowly devouring the spirit energy of Qing Chuan. Mu Wanqing's heart was burning with anxiety, but she could do nothing about it.
Yun Jiu Tang, Gu Xue Luo, and Murong Yu arrived at the Spirit Creek once again. Seeing the unconscious Wang Qing Chuan lying on the soft bed, her weak body, pale face, and unconscious mind made the three of them feel heartache and discomfort. Yun Jiuchang immediately decided to enter the Wasteland personally and collect the Mysterious Blood Grass to heal his injuries.
Originally, the guard from Spirit Capital had wanted to follow Yun Jiuchang, but Yun Jiu Tang tactfully stopped him. He did not want to startle too many people with the Mysterious Blood Grass after all, it was different from killing beasts in the Great Sea. He had decided to enter the Wasteland to gather Mysterious Blood Grass for Wang Qingchuan because he had always been working hard to protect justice in the Six Realms, especially when it came to killing beasts in the sea. On the way back, he had also been attacked by the black clothed men. This time, he was going to go to the Wasteland to harvest the Mysterious Blood Grass and take it as a form of physical injury to Wang Qingchuan.
After exiting the Spirit Creek, the sky was like a pale white skirt. It gradually darkened, and the oncoming snowstorm became even tighter. Yun Jiuchang quickened his pace, allowing the snow to fall on his body.
Young Master Yun, are you really going to the Wasteland? I heard that it's very dangerous there, ”Gu Xueluo followed closely behind. Looking at his determined and steady steps, an inexplicable feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
It was as if there was a bright and beautiful color in the dark sky, causing one's heart to be at ease and relaxed. However, he understood that this was not the time to talk about love and relationships, and as they stood side by side, he said in a deep voice, ”Miss Qing Chuan suffered an injury while removing a beast, I cannot sit by and watch. Entering the Wasteland to gather Mysterious Blood Grass is the only hope to save her, I must give it a try. None of us Seven will get away scot-free. Otherwise, how can we face the pain and suffering that we have gone through to get rid of the poor? ”
”If that's the case, then I'll accompany you,” Gu Xueluo's voice was firm and her gaze was deep. Her elegant face was even more moving because of the decision she had made at that moment. ”Don't forget, Qing Chuan is my good friend and best friend.”
Murong Dawn stood at the side from afar, and when he heard Gu Xueluo's words, he hurriedly said to them, ”Hey, don't forget, count me in as well.”
Yun Jiu Tang saw that the two of them were about to head towards the desolate lands as well, and said anxiously: ”Don't go, this is not for sightseeing. Although the wasteland is unlike the wild sea that contains ferocious beasts, the environment is vile and full of dangers. ”Don't worry, I'll be back soon.”
”Why don't you let us go? Don't tell me you're the only one who has feelings for Miss Qing Chuan?” Gu Xueluo's face was filled with anger, as if she was jealous. ”We have even more feelings for Miss Qing Chuan, and we want her to be treated as soon as possible so that we can be together as soon as possible.”
”If the three of us go together, what's wrong with it? Besides, if there's anything you need help with, we can take care of each other,” Murong Dawn said. ”Don't worry, I won't drag you down with me.” That attitude seemed to be saying, in an emergency, maybe I can react faster than you guys.
”Alright then,” Yun Jiu Tang heaved a sigh of relief. In the end, he could not give up on the two of them, but his gaze turned serious, ”However, there's one thing. We only have Profound Blood Grass after we enter the wasteland. We'll return immediately after we harvest it!”
After entering the great wasteland, they once again travelled three people. Right now, this place was still over a thousand miles away from the Wasteland, and they had to pass through the Middle Crooked Rock, Taihua Rock, Jade Wall City, and other places.
Father Shang, a strange and familiar name. To the others in the Six Realms, this was unfamiliar. This was because the Father Altar was an inconspicuous altar among the twelve altars. It was usually quiet and uneventful, as if it never involved itself in conspiracies, conspiracies, massacres, and wars. As far as Taixuan and Shen Jingyang were concerned, no one could bear to look back. Thirteen years ago, there had been a tragic case of a Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest enchantment that had shocked the entire Six Realms. In the Six Realms, the culprit — — the fifth hidden spirit of the exalted Taishang, caused him to commit suicide to atone for his crimes. Even now, the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest was still a painful memory of the Taixuan disciples. It was a place they were unwilling to set foot in. Since it could not lessen the pain brought by the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest, it was better to take a detour.
Shen Jingyang and Yuyin were shuttling back and forth through the dense forest of Shang-La Rocks. The pines were thick and the snow was deep. Their hair, shoulders, and clothes were stained with bits of flying snow and withered branches. The journey of the past few days had made Yu Yin's originally anxious face a little tired. She followed Shen Jingyang into the Great Sea to get rid of the Qiong Qi, which was a journey filled with food and shelter. The two of them had come to the same conclusion and had accumulated a bit of warm memories along the way.
Looking at Yu Yin's thin and weak shoulder and tired face, Shen Jingyang's heart ached a little. The two of them had been hugging each other for many years, going through all kinds of trials and tribulations to this day. In front of the mirror of the ancient jade mirror of the Stardust Court, Yuyin had seen Shen Jingyang's future and had followed him without hesitation. For many years, he only knew that the four sides roamed the world, protecting the safety of the Qing Qiu Mountain. He had also made Yu Yin suffer the hardships of living and sleeping everywhere, and he had never even given her a trace of warmth and sweetness. Now, he was going to the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest to investigate the tragic case of the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest that was enough to shock the entire Six Realms thirteen years ago. Everyone knew that the fifth Concealed Spirit's suicide wasn't the complete truth, but no one was willing to turn over the bizarre past that had been sealed away for so many years. However, even if he didn't believe this evil, in the end, even if he couldn't find anything, he couldn't give up. For it is a matter of justice, love, and morality.
”Yuyin, are you alright? Why don't we rest for a while?” Shen Jingyang asked as he brushed the leaves off Yuyin's head. The leaves were covered with snow and were fluttering with snow, looking extremely beautiful, ”From the moment you entered Hanhai, why are you always so depressed? Do you have something on your mind?”
Yu Yin looked at Shen Jingyang with deep emotion. How could she explain this to him? This bright and honest young man in front of her, his heart was filled with melancholy. Was he going to tell her everything that happened in the Mausoleum of Feng? Tell him that his daughter's left shoulder, separated from Madam Taohua, has the exact same scarlet mark? Tell him that he was the long-lost daughter of Lady Taohua? Tell him that Taihua Jadeite is my father? He hadn't yet accepted the fact that there was a thunderbolt in the sky and he still couldn't believe it. How could he let his beloved Shen Jingyang bear such a burden?