Healing

Success?

Xu Qi'an was overjoyed. While keeping an eye on the movements above him, he rushed towards Miao Youfang.

Although he had complete confidence in Luo Yuheng, he had to consider the unexpected. What if the Imperial Preceptor, due to his "sorrowful" personality, was no match for the Buddhist School Arhat?

It's possible that Luohan has another trump card, allowing him to defeat the Grand Master with home advantage.

In that case, Miao Youfang is his current priority, while finishing off Ji Xuan and the others is secondary.

Clearly, Xu Yinluo's enemies were not fools. While keeping an eye on the movements in the air, they quickly regrouped as Xu Qi'an glanced at Miao Youfang.

The white tiger transformed into its true form, which was two zhang long, and carried Xu Yuanshuang and her brother Xu Yuanhuai on its back. Its right forelimb was broken, making it look particularly pitiful.

Liu Hongmian helped the heavily injured Ji Xuan closer and tossed him onto the tiger's back.

Although all parties are taking action, they are consistently devoting some energy to focusing on the Golden Bowl.

Even Ji Xuan, who was seriously injured, couldn't bother to gather his energy to heal his wounds and stared intently at the sky.

The others also regarded the Arhat who had saved them as their last hope.

"Click!"

Suddenly, a gap appeared in the golden bowl, and spiderweb-like cracks immediately spread, covering the entire bowl.

Then, amidst the increasingly horrified gazes of the crowd below, the golden bowl exploded with a "boom".

Three figures fell from the ground: Luo Yuheng, covered in blood; the trembling Holy Son; and the Arhat of Compassion.

At this moment, a bloodstained iron sword was inserted into the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head of the Arhat Duqing, half of it embedded in his skull and half of it protruding.

He looked dejected, his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and he remained motionless.

My eyes were bulging with rage.

The monk Jingyuan stared blankly at this side, two lines of blood running down his cheeks.

"The Arhat has been defeated."

Liu Hongmian screamed.

Qi Huan Danxiang, Ji Xuan, the old Daoist priest with banana leaves, and the others were all pale.

Without a word, the white tiger rode the raging wind and fled, its panicked state resembling that of a defeated dog.

Xu Qi'an raised an eyebrow. "Trying to leave?"

He sprinted two steps and forcefully swung the Taiping Blade. This time, inspired by the Qihuan Danxiang, he used the Heart Gu technique to control the Taiping Blade, just like he controlled a sparrow and an orange cat.

In this way, he can ensure that the Taiping Blade will not be affected by the Qihuan Danxiang's heart-cursing poison after it is out of his control.

In a sense, this is a unity of man and knife.

A sharp, piercing sound cut through the air as Taiping Dao swiftly caught up with Baihu, its blade's razor-slicing aura sending a chill down everyone's spines.

With a soft "crack" sound, Ji Xuan crushed the teleportation jade talisman in his hand.

As the son of the Lord of Qianlong City and a junior whom Xu Pingfeng values, he naturally has many ways to save himself and protect his life.

If you encounter a stronger opponent and are left helpless and at their mercy, how can you possibly roam the martial world?

Just then, the Taiping Blade suddenly unleashed a blade of energy, thin and dim, like a cold arrow fired from the shadows.

After the jade talisman was crushed, Ji Xuan and the others felt a sense of relief. Their tense nerves had just relaxed, and no one had time to react.

A dark golden glint of light flashed in Ji Xuan's pupils.

His expression turned extremely terrified. The blade energy was aimed at him, and at this moment, his martial arts body was already broken.

At that moment, the glint of the blade reflected in his pupils was obscured by a shadow.

The shadow immediately exploded, scattering flesh and bones everywhere. The remaining blade energy pierced through Ji Xuan's shoulder, but was finally blocked by the white tiger's bronze skin and iron bones.

At the critical moment, the old Daoist priest with banana leaves stepped forward and blocked the sword for him.

A clear light rose from below, enveloping the group and teleporting them away.

"Cousins have always been hateful, and Yun Zhonghe is one of the Four Villains!"

Xu Qi'an clicked his tongue twice and muttered, "You're lucky to be alive."

He turned his head, beaming with delight, and boasted, "Grand Preceptor, have you captured the Arhat of Compassion?"

The facts are right in front of me, but I still want to confirm them again.

Luo Yuheng nodded slightly, a look of sorrow etched on his brow.

"Hurry up."

Xu Qi'an examined her carefully and found that the Imperial Preceptor's aura was weak, her beautiful eyes were filled with fatigue, and blood was seeping out from under her gorgeous feather robe, indicating that her injuries were obviously not serious.

"Are you badly injured?"

Luo Yuheng nodded, her gaze fixed on the distance, her melodious voice tinged with weariness:

"His physical body suffered severe damage, but his spiritual body remained unharmed."

For Daoist School cultivators, as long as their Primordial Spirit remains, they will not die; at worst, they can simply Liberation by Violence. Of course, doing so will have endless consequences.

For Luo Yuheng, to advance to the first-rank terrestrial immortal, his physical body must merge with his Dharma body during the tribulation to achieve an immortal body.

If the physical body is destroyed at this moment, there is no hope of achieving the first rank.

Luo Yuheng continued, "The destruction of the golden bowl caused quite a commotion; those two Vajras must have already noticed the anomaly here. It's not safe to stay any longer."

Xu Qi'an understood her meaning. If the two Vajra were to recklessly snatch people and escape, the Yang God of the Heavenly Sect might not be able to stop them.

As everyone knows, martial artists are notoriously difficult to deal with, and Vajra's physical defense is even stronger than that of a third-rank martial artist of the same level.

Luo Yuheng is currently in a bad state.

Xu Qi'an immediately summoned the distant pagoda and took Miao Youfang, Li Lingsu, Jingxin, and Jingyuan into it.

The dilapidated pagoda, unwilling to attack the Buddhist School disciples, watched the show from the sidelines for a long time. Now that the situation was settled, it was no longer stubborn.

Since the Arhats could not enter the pagoda, Luo Yuheng waved his sleeve, carrying Xu Qi'an and the Arhat Duqing away on the wind.

Just two or three minutes later, a rumbling sound rang out, and two golden beams shot straight down the ground.

This is an unusual phenomenon caused by the two Vajras running at full speed.

Behind the two golden lights, Bingyi Yuanjun and Xuancheng Daoist of the Heavenly Sect rode on flying swords, whistling like the wind, and pursued relentlessly.

But upon seeing the main battlefield declared a victorious one and the place deserted, the two Heavenly Sect Yang Gods immediately slowed down.

They exchanged a glance, then turned their flying swords ninety degrees, soaring straight into the sky and disappearing into the vast sea of clouds.

"The Arhat who sought love has failed."

Du Nan Jingang, with his imposing physique and cold expression, surveyed his surroundings and sensed the lingering aura of the golden bowl.

This guardian deity, who survived the Sixty-Year Demon Purge five hundred years ago, was filled with rage.

Shura Vajra Dufan pinched his brow to calm his inner turmoil, and slowly said:

"He should only be sealed away; among those of the same realm, no one can kill the Arhat of Devotion."

"Luo Yuheng's condition may not be very good right now. Let's split up and search Yongzhou and Qingxingyuan."

"Meet here before sunset."

Du Nan Jingang grunted in agreement, "I will report this matter to the Bodhisattva Gara Tree."

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the corpses of the monks lying on the ground, and he remained silent for a long time.

"Amitabha!"

With his hands clasped together and his head bowed in silent chanting of Buddhist mantras, the Asura Vajra silently stored the corpses of the monks into his storage Law Artifact.

Somewhere in Yongzhou, in the wilderness.

A gust of wind howled in and transformed into a white tiger, two zhang long, with one forelimb missing.

It descended on the wind, shook off the people on its back, then lay down on one side, licking the dark red stump of its right forelimb.

Everyone fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Ji Xuan clutched his chest with one hand and half-supported the old Daoist priest's body with the other, shouting hoarsely:

"Give me medicine, Yuan Shuang, give me medicine quickly!"

Xu Yuanshuang remained silent. It wasn't that she was unwilling to help, but rather that Xu Qi'an had taken her brocade pouch, along with the Law Artifact and pills inside.

"Young Master, don't waste the pills."

Master Banana Leaf waved his hand, glanced down at the large hole in his chest, shook his head and chuckled:

"He's so badly injured, it seems he's definitely going to die."

Everyone fell silent.

A look of pain flashed in Ji Xuan's eyes as he whispered, "I won't let you die."

The old Daoist priest shook his head:

"Young Master, please don't speak. Let's give this old Daoist priest some time."

He swallowed hard, his face serious, and said in a deep voice:

"This journey through the martial world is a trial for you, and many people in Qianlong City are watching."

"The city lord does not like you, his illegitimate son, but he is a monarch of great talent and ambition. He will not neglect or despise you because of personal preferences."

"If you can collect dragon energy or advance to the third rank, you can become the future city lord."

"Remember, it's not necessary to collect all the dragon energy."

"Although the task assigned to you by the city lord and the imperial advisor is to gather dragon energy, heh, Qianlong City lacks top-tier combat power. If you can reach the third rank..."

"They have to give him the position of future heir, whether they want to or not."

"I had come to watch you reach the summit, but alas, I will not live to see that day."

Despite his severe injuries, he was still able to speak clearly and without pausing, which is probably what is known as a final burst of energy before death.

The old Daoist priest took a breath and paused briefly:

"We suffered a crushing defeat in today's battle."

"Young Master, you must remember this lesson today. In the days to come, you must avoid Xu Qi'an and collect the dragon energy scattered in other places."

"With the capture of the Arhat of Compassion, the Buddhist School will not let this go easily, and the Witch God Sect has not yet made a move. These are all forces that can be utilized."

"Furthermore, you must do everything you can to keep the Seven Constellations of the Azure Dragon by your side and prevent the Imperial Advisor from summoning them back."

"These past few days, the old Daoist has been pondering things constantly, and has somewhat guessed the Imperial Preceptor's next move."

He didn't continue, but looked at Ji Xuan with gentle eyes and said:

"Young Master, do you still remember the scene when we first met?"

Ji Xuan gave a very nasal "hmm".

"I firmly believe that the flames will rise from the tattered straw and burn away all decay." The old Daoist priest with banana leaves held Ji Xuan's hand tightly.

"That day will come," Ji Xuan said softly.

The old Daoist priest with banana leaves exhaled and a smile appeared on his face.

The smile was frozen in time.

Liu Hongmian paused for a moment, then bowed to the old Daoist priest with banana leaves.

It sounded like this old Daoist priest had a story to tell, but she had no intention of delving into it. After all, who among those who ended up in Qianlong City didn't have their own story?

Xiushui Town is located southwest of Yongzhou City.

Wearing a hood and cloak, the fourth-rank secret agent "Chen" arrived in the town at full speed and stopped in front of a house built by the water.

He knocked on the door in a certain rhythm.

Light footsteps approached, and the person who opened the door was Xu Yuanshuang, who wore a plum-colored ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), had beautiful features, and a cool and aloof temperament.

She looked unwell, and nodded in acknowledgment upon seeing Agent Chen.

As Chen, the secret agent, entered the house with Xu Yuanshuang, he said in a deep voice:

"I received your message, Miss, and came here immediately."

Passing through the courtyard and into the hall, Chen, the secret agent, was startled when he saw Ji Xuan and the others, wondering if he had mistaken them for someone else.

First was Ji Xuan, the team's core member, who was originally gentle and reserved. He sat in a chair with thick bandages wrapped around his chest and his face pale. His once bright and spirited eyes now looked somewhat empty.

He stared blankly at the ground, lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to his arrival.

To his left was Qi Huan Danxiang, equally dejected and silent. This eccentric Gu Master resembled a defeated dog, tightly wrapped in a brightly colored robe.

Beside the Heart Gu Master stood the burly man, White Tiger, whose right arm was missing below the elbow, wrapped in thick gauze, with dark red blood faintly visible through it.

The only one who remained relatively normal was Liu Hongmian, but even she was immersed in this atmosphere and had lost her usual charm.

Where is Young Master Yuan Huai?

Chen, the secret agent, felt a chill run down his spine.

"His arm and kneecaps were broken; he's lying in the house," Xu Yuanshuang said softly.

Chen, the secret agent, finally breathed a sigh of relief and then asked:

What about the Seven Mansions of the Azure Dragon?

"Bandaging the wound in the backyard," Xu Yuanshuang said.

From her words, we can tell that the Azure Dragon Seven Constellations did not gain any advantage from Sun Xuanji.

Soon, Canglong arrived from the backyard with seven cloaked figures, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of accusation:

Why would the Yang Spirit of the Heavenly Sect appear here?

Secret Agent Chen shook his head:

"I didn't expect them to be in Yongzhou City. The Heavenly Sect has always been detached from worldly affairs, and its disciples rarely venture into the martial world."

"In this generation, there are only the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter."

The Azure Dragon is aggressive:

"This is an oversight on your part, and you are responsible."

Agent Chen frowned:

"No intelligence organization can accurately grasp the movements of extraordinary realm experts, especially when they are keeping a low profile."

"We didn't even know that the Yang Spirit of the Heavenly Sect had entered the mortal world to travel."

The Daoist School spirits are elusive, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Today they are in Yongzhou, and tomorrow they may be in the capital.

Whose intelligence can be obtained so quickly?

Moreover, the two Yang Gods of the Heavenly Sect acted discreetly and arrived in Yongzhou City without making a sound.

Even if his spies had seen them at the inn, could they immediately tell that they were two Yang Gods?

Seeing that Canglong remained silent, Chen, the secret agent, exhaled, pondered for a moment, and looked at Ji Xuan and the others, saying:

"It seems Xu Qi'an has also found quite a few helpers."

Even with the assistance of the Heavenly Sect's Yang God, the Transcendent Realm experts could at most hold their own. On their side, there were two peak fourth-rank experts from the Buddhist School, as well as fourth-rank experts such as Ji Xuan and Bai Hu.

Without the help of those at the Transcendent Realm, he is virtually invincible.

The fact that he is in such a sorry state can only mean that Xu Qi'an was well prepared and had gathered many fourth-rank experts to help him.

Upon hearing this, Liu Hongmian looked over, her expression complex.

Both Qi Huan Danxiang and Bai Hu moved their lips slightly.

Xu Yuanshuang whispered, "He has no help, only him."

He was the only one there. Chen, the secret agent, whose eyes were hidden behind the curtain, suddenly widened and hurriedly asked:

"He... he's recovered his cultivation to the third rank?"

The expressions of Liu Hongmian and the others became even more complicated.

"No, he's still a fourth-rank official." Xu Yuanshuang shook her head bitterly.

The hall fell silent for a moment, and no one spoke for a long time.

Luo Yuheng led Xu Qi'an away from Yongzhou, riding on golden light and flying swiftly northward.

After traversing vast mountains, plains, and rivers, a city appears below.

Luo Yuheng descended in golden light and landed outside the city.

"I need to recuperate and recover. I need to find an inn to stay in first."

She gave the instructions softly.

The reason they didn't return to Yongzhou City was because the two Vajra Guardians, Du Nan and Du Fan, would definitely launch a large-scale manhunt.

The Arhat of Compassion sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, silent and still, like a lifeless sculpture.

He hovered beside Luo Yuheng, guided and controlled by her.

Upon entering the small town, Xu Qi'an glanced at the fluttering banners and inns on both sides of the main road and easily chose an inn.

Luo Yuheng made a hand Hand Seals with one hand, guiding the Love-Traveling Arhat, and followed behind Xu Qi'an.

"Sir, would you like a meal or a room at the inn?"

Upon entering the inn's lobby, the waiter greeted them attentively, completely ignoring Luo Yuheng and the Arhat Duqing, whose head was pierced by an iron sword.

The other diners didn't seem to notice Luo Yuheng either, and didn't cast any admiring glances their way.

Xu Qi'an glanced at her and said, "One guest room."

P. S.: There's one more chapter, but it will definitely be after midnight.