Do You Have Any Impression?

Five days later,

Li Xun stood beside a black river.

He was beginning to question life.

In these five days, he had only killed six demonic beasts, with five of them being spiritual beasts. The demonic elixirs weren't particularly valuable, and he had only found three spiritual herbs, all of which were less than a thousand years old. While they had value, it was limited.

As for the Xuanyang Sect disciples, he hadn't encountered any of them. However, he had seen several disciples from other sects, but after asking them questions, he had gained no useful information at all.

They seemed to be wandering aimlessly.

"Without the protagonist's luck, mine is really lousy," Li Xun grumbled.

He didn't consider his strength to be lacking, but at the moment, even with his strength, he couldn't use it effectively. Even if he wanted to block someone's path and rob them, he first needed to encounter someone!

"That's enough," Li Xun sighed softly.

He wasn't having much luck. If he continued searching, he might not find many valuable items. It might be better to explore the Yuanhuang Secret Realm more thoroughly and get acquainted with the environment first.

With that in mind, Li Xun summoned the Yulingzhou.

Just as he was about to board the boat, his expression changed, and he turned to look behind him.

Tens of kilometers away, at the edge of his divine consciousness range, he detected a figure covered in blood, covered in wounds, and in a pitiable state. It seemed as though they were being pursued by some terrifying entity.

If it had been a disciple from another sect, Li Xun might not have bothered to get involved in someone else's business. However, the problem was that this man was wearing the distinctive attire of an inner disciple of the Xuanyang Sect!

"At last, I've found someone from my own sect!" Li Xun immediately stepped onto the Yulingzhou, transformed into a brilliant light, and sped toward the inner disciple.

On the black earth,

Jiang Jue ran with difficulty, his steps uneven.

As a late-stage monk of the Spiritual Yun Realm, he had been capable of flying with a sword for a long time. However, his injuries were now severe, and his true energy had been depleted.

He could only move forward in the most primitive way—by running. "Senior Brother Li, where are you~~??" Jiang Jue called out in his heart, his voice filled with desperation, but the world remained silent, and no response came.

He was nearing the end of his strength.

Every step he took left behind bloody footprints, and his body was on the brink of collapsing to the ground at any moment.

His ability to continue moving forward was now solely driven by sheer determination.

Before collapsing, he had to find Senior Brother Li.

If he couldn't find him...

Senior Brother Yao Feng and the others from Spirit Sword Valley were in grave danger.

Time passed slowly, and Jiang Jue had no idea how far he had gone. The world ahead began to blur, and his vision grew darker and darker.

His body felt incredibly heavy, and the steps that had once been a run had devolved into a stagger.

And then, he fell to his knees with a thud. He could no longer move.

Staring at the seemingly endless darkness before him, a bitter smile formed on his lips. Even now, he still hadn't managed to find Senior Brother Li Xun?

As this thought crossed his mind, his body slowly slumped to the side.

But instead of feeling the cold ground beneath him, a gentle force lifted him up, and he struggled to open his eyes.

What he saw was a figure in a purple robe.

The patterns on the robe were all too familiar.

They were the clothes worn exclusively by core disciples of the Xuanyang Sect!

And at this moment, there was only one person in the Yuanhuang Secret Realm who qualified to wear such attire!

"That's Li Xun!"

"Brother Li..."

Jiang Jue's chapped lips struggled to squeeze out three words. "Junior brother, don't say anything yet. Take this pill first."

Li Xun leaned down, a pill appeared in his hand, and he put it into Jiang Jue's mouth.

After Jiang Jue swallowed the pill.

A systematic voice sounded in Li Xun's mind.

[Ding, congratulations to the master, your investment was successful, and you gained twenty years of cultivation. Do you want to receive it?]

Li Xun ignored the system but looked at the junior brother in front of him and asked solemnly: "Who hurt you like this?"

There is a big difference between the injuries caused by monsters and humans. Li Xun just glanced at Jiang Jue's injuries and could tell that it was a human, not a monster, who injured Jiang Jue.

"It's Ning Cheng."

After taking the elixir, Jiang Jue's condition improved a little. A trace of true energy reappeared in his originally dry Dantian, and this true energy traveled throughout his body.

Quickly repaired his damaged eight meridians.

"Have you met Ning Cheng?"

Li Xun frowned.

"Yes."

Jiang Jue had a look of sorrow on his face and said in a hoarse voice: "Junior brother met Senior Brother Yao Feng from Lingjian Valley a few days ago and traveled with him. Just a day ago, we saw a mountain peak.

"At the foot of that mountain peak, there are waves of ancient ferocious beasts. Senior brother Yao Feng has found a drop of the blood of an ancient Qiongqi."

"Originally, this was a happy event for everyone, but the moment Senior Brother Yao Feng got the blood of Qiongqi, Ning Cheng suddenly appeared and directly severely injured Senior Brother Yao Feng."

"Senior Brother Yao Feng was defeated and was eventually suppressed."

"Originally, junior brother and another junior brother from Lingjian Valley were also captured by Ning Cheng, but Ning Cheng suddenly let me go for some unknown reason."

"Only you were released, but no one else was released?"

Li Xun asked in a deep voice.

"Yes."

Jiang Jue nodded.

"This is for me." A trace of killing intent flashed in Li Xun's eyes.

Yao Feng was one of the few friends he had after entering Zhentian City. He had helped him out several times, but he didn't expect to be defeated by Ning Cheng today.

Come to think of it, the monster in Ning Cheng's hands has been rumored to have an ancient Qiongqi bloodline, and Yao Feng has now obtained a drop of Qiongqi's blood.

If Ning Cheng saw it, he would be a ghost if he didn't take action.

But what Li Xun didn't expect was that Yao Feng didn't escape. Logically speaking, Yao Feng was not weak and was still the leader of the Spirit Sword Valley.

Even if he was attacked by Ning Cheng, if he wanted to escape, there would still be no problem.

In the Spirit Sword Valley, there are all sword cultivators. In addition to being good at killing, sword cultivators also have another characteristic, that is, they are fast and can catch up with sword cultivators at the same level.

Hardly a few.

Ning Cheng is a disciple of the Spiritual Beast Sect. As long as his monster is not good at flying, it is almost impossible to catch up with Yao Feng.

As if seeing Li Xun's doubts, Jiang Jue spoke again.

"Besides Ning Cheng, there are three other people beside him. Judging from their clothes, they don't seem to be disciples of the Beast Control Sect, but they didn't take action. Junior brother can't judge their strength."

"Oh?"

Li Xun raised his eyebrows.

This was a bit beyond his expectation. He didn't expect Ning Cheng to have helpers.

No wonder Yao Feng couldn't escape.

"Do you have any impression of those three people?"

"Junior brother, if I remember correctly..."

Jiang Jue recalled it carefully and said softly: "Those three people seemed to be standing behind the eldest prince before entering the Yuanhuang Secret Realm!"