Gravely Wounded
"If there's trouble, you'll have to add a few more immortal crystals afterward." Lu Xiaotian forced out the sentence before spitting up another mouthful of blood.
"When is this, and you're still thinking about immortal crystals? Do you people have nothing but immortal crystals in your heads?" Zhu Yan replied helplessly. Seeing that Lu Xiaotian was truly in poor condition, she knew this was no time for jokes.
Lü Yiming was practically frantic with worry. Even as a True Immortal, he still valued his life. When that Profound Immortal had struck just now, he had almost cried out in alarm. Yet this fellow would rather have money than his life. Still, both Lü Yiming and Zhu Yan now revered Lu Xiaotian to the utmost. Regardless of what methods he had used or what identity he possessed, he had done far more than merely withstand the silver-robed werewolf's attack—he had taken the blow entirely upon himself so that their group would not be exposed. The difficulty of that was worlds apart from directly blocking the other party's attack.
"I won't die for the time being. That Profound Immortal werewolf really has left. We need to leave quickly too. If anything else goes wrong, we'll truly be buried here." Lu Xiaotian shook his head weakly. "I need to use the Ice Demon Flask and draw on the surrounding restrictions to sense the Howling Moon Wolf Clan's presence. I also need to heal. Take me with you and protect me while I cultivate."
"Which way do we go?" Zhu Yan asked.
"The way we came. We'll retrace our path for now. If anything changes later, I'll warn you." After saying this, Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged in midair, placing his hands on his knees, the Demon-Suppressing Tower in one hand and the