The Fat Man's Hands Were Weak, but His Heart Was True!

Hua Qiang intently discerned the subtle differences in the energy fluctuations around him, his brows furrowing deeply.

He opened his palm, and an antique-colored compass appeared in his hand.

He rubbed the compass with his fingertips, and the bronze pointer trembled wildly in the Chaos Aura.

When the pointer stopped at a point in the void where ripples were faintly visible, he decisively smashed the spatial barrier with a punch, and a dark crack appeared before his eyes.

The moment Hua Qiang stepped into the crevice, a bone-chilling cold rushed through his meridians, as if countless Vengeful Spirit were tearing at his soul.

Before the roar that tore through the void had even subsided, Hua Qiang was thrown back three steps by a scorching wave of energy.

A foul wind, carrying fragments of flesh, slapped against his face. He raised his hand to wipe away the blood and grime before his eyes, his pupils shrinking sharply—below lay the Medicine King Valley, Asura inferno.

The valley, once shrouded in celestial mist, was now stained crimson. Ancient trees were snapped in half, and on the broken trunks hung fragments of tattered celestial soldier armor, with golden cloud patterns embroidered in gold thread faintly visible amidst the bloodstains.

Above the sky, a golden- Immortal Emperor held a gilded Thunder Drum Hammer, and purple lightning flowed along the handle of the hammer, splitting the clouds in two.

His celestial soldiers formed the Big Dipper Battle Formation, their silver armor gleaming coldly in the firelight.

Each swing of the sword creates a cloud of blood mist.

In confrontation with this, Hua Qiang summoned an alien army.

The Asura King's six wings were engulfed in Netherworld Black Fire, and each lash of his bone whip tore through space.

The army of Hungry Ghost opened their enormous mouths, filled with fangs, and devoured every living creature within their reach.

The most shocking sight was the remnants of the Divine Clan mixed among them. Despite their numerous wounds, they still held their broken halberds high. Beneath their shattered Divine Pattern Battle Armor, the Divine Blood flowing through them scorched the ground, creating charred furrows.

On the battlefield, corpses piled up like small mountains, and severed limbs were scattered haphazardly everywhere.

The corpse of a celestial soldier was nailed to the cliff, an arrow piercing his throat, his empty eyes still fixed on the sky.

Not far away, the Asura Warrior's half-body was stuck in the mud, his hand still tightly gripping the scimitar that had pierced the heavenly soldier's chest.

The blood meandered down the mountainside, gathering into a scarlet lake at the bottom of the valley. Thick, bubbly blood foam churned continuously, and the putrid stench was nauseating.

Suddenly, a deafening roar broke the deadlock.

The Golden Immortal Emperor swung his Thunder Drum Hammer, and purple lightning, carrying World-destroying -shattering power, crashed down on the Asura King.

Hua Qiang frowned, about to step in to help, when he saw Asura King spread his six wings and use his flesh and blood to withstand the attack.

Instantly, a torrential downpour of blood rained down, shrouding the entire battlefield in a crimson mist.

As dusk fell, the distant smoke of gunpowder took on an eerie dark purple hue, and the Spirit Qi shield in the mountain valley rippled with a ghostly blue, like the surface of a lake being rippled by the wind.

The copper bells hanging from the eaves of the stone pavilion jingled softly amidst the fluctuations of Spiritual Power. Yao Lengchan lowered her eyes and stared at the Spiritual Power shackles on her wrist. The chains, shimmering with runes, were digging deeply into her pale skin, and each mark oozed beads of blood that glowed faintly.

The roar of the battlefield shook the protective shield, and the teacup on the stone table trembled slightly, rippling outwards in circles.

The elders of Medicine King Valley huddled at the edge of the protective barrier, their tattered robes stained with withered leaves and blood. Some were bandaging the wounds of young disciples with trembling hands, while others gripped peach wood swords and gazed at the sky, their cloudy pupils reflecting the burning clouds.

Fei Wuji's bulky body was wrapped in a brocade robe woven with gold thread, rising and falling violently with his breathing.

His steward held up Mystic Iron Umbrella to shield him from the occasional flying pebbles, while four guards formed a fan shape around him, their long swords drawn, their cold light intertwining with the blue light of the protective shield.

The fat man pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, the silk fabric instantly showing dark stains. "This... this commotion, did we somehow cause a major incident?"

He stood on tiptoe to look, his round belly almost blocking his view. "Just a few days ago it was a misty, ethereal Holy Land with soaring eaves and graceful corners, and today it's turned into this Asura..."

Yao Lengchan suddenly turned her head, the jade hairpin in her hair swaying slightly with the movement, her cool gaze sweeping over the Fei Wuji's waist.

"The lives of mortals are as insignificant as ants, not even cannon fodder in the war between immortals and demons."

She raised her hand to point to the distance, where the corpse of a celestial soldier was passing through the edge of the protective barrier, the flames on the armor scorching the Spiritual Qi barrier with charred marks.

"Do you see those dead souls? They died without knowing why they fought."

Fei Wuji's Adam's apple bobbed twice, and his thick palm unconsciously rubbed the jade pendant at his waist—a magical Magic Tool that Hua Qiang had casually given him for self-defense.

"Medicine Valley, you may not know this," he suddenly straightened his back, the mountain wind lifting the hem of his silk robe to reveal a short jacket embroidered with his family crest underneath.

"Back then, I encountered a sandstorm in the desert and was almost buried alive. If it weren't for Brother Hua rescuing me on his sword and giving me his last half-flavor of water..."

The fat man's voice was somewhat muffled as he reached out to wipe away the moisture from the corner of his eye, whether it was from the wind and sand or from tears.

He said, "Living is more important than anything else," and I still remember those words.

Fei Wuji's butler stared wide-eyed, as if he didn't recognize his young master. His eyes were full of surprise, and even his face twitched incessantly.

When did my young master learn to write scripts?

He almost believed the script.

What the hell? A sandstorm in the desert?

You spend all your time at home, carrying your birdcage around and listening to music in brothels... Have you ever been to the desert?

How come I didn't know?

Someone else flew you on a sword to save you, and even gave you half a pot of water to save your life. Damn it, this is unbelievable!

He wondered if his young master was possessed by a ghost.

A deafening explosion echoed from afar, the protective barrier twisted violently, Yao Lengchan groaned as she was jolted back by the Spiritual Power.

Fei Wuji the guards' attempts to stop him, Fei Wuji staggered forward and grabbed the stone table for support. "Valley Master! How are you?"

He turned to the butler and yelled, "Quick! Bring out all the life-saving talismans!"

Looking at the fat man's flushed face, Yao Lengchan suddenly recalled the scene a few days ago outside Medicine King Valley, where this mortal, reeking of money, clumsily held a hundred-year-old ginseng and boxes of gold and silver jewelry, trying to exchange them for Pills.

The worry in his eyes at this moment was genuine, unlike the eyes on the battlefield that were blinded by hatred.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?" she Wen Dao softly.

"I'm scared!" Fei Wuji wiped his face, revealing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"If Brother Hua comes back and finds out that I, this coward, have run away, won't he laugh at me for the rest of my life?"

He looked up at the sky where blood-red clouds were churning, and the jade pendant at his waist suddenly glowed faintly. "Besides, I always feel... he won't lose."

Outside the protective barrier, the roar of Asura came from somewhere, startling crows all over the mountain.

Yao Lengchan pendant, and for the first time, beneath her cold mask, a faint smile curved her lips.