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Yu Qing San Ren extended a leg from afar to block Blood River Ancestor. As Xiao Zhe arrived, the situation suddenly tilted towards the Dao Sect. Zhuang Zhixian realized that things were becoming untenable; he activated his blood escape technique, transforming into a red light that vanished into the sky. Observing the Transcendence Period and the presence of a Great Master, Zhu Xian Mountain also employed a life-saving Spell, merging it with his sword to distance himself from the battlefield.
The remaining members of Dongyi scattered in all directions. Bu Luo, with the assistance of Ying Wuyi and Leng Gucun, let slip an Infancy Demonic Cultivator. Although they had not captured Xiao Ji, they still considered it a significant victory, especially since they had eliminated a major hidden threat to the Dao Sect.
However, when they began to clear the battlefield, everyone was surprised to find that Gu Ping was missing.
No matter how much Xiao Zhe extended his Divine Sense, he could not find any trace of his disciple. A sense of unease settled in his heart until Ye You spoke up, which finally calmed Xiao Zhe's anxious mind.
He should be fine; perhaps he had escaped during the chaos when everyone was besieged. If the Ancestor couldn't find him, it must mean he was using some treasure that concealed his presence. Good fortune would surely protect him; his cousin would undoubtedly be safe.
With that thought, he felt reassured.
After a moment of contemplation, Xiao Zhe glared at the bound Xiao Ji. He could hardly believe that someone of such high standing within the sect would betray them, especially someone like Xiao Ji, who had been stationed at the sect for over a thousand years as a Combined Cultivator. The prowess of Yue Ruo and Ye You was formidable, far exceeding that of any ordinary Transcendence. Otherwise, several present might have already met their demise.
Well then, I will return to the sect and deal with this later. Let’s see how many people there are in the sect who are on my side.
With a flick of his leg, a wisp of purple smoke rose from within him, drawing in the captured Demonic Cultivator. With a fierce wave of his sleeve, he took Xiao Ji and the others back toward the sect. Although concern for Gu Ping's safety lingered in his heart, was the Dao Sect truly safe at this moment?
The setting sun cast its last rays over the mountainous region outside of Puyang Xian, where sword energy crisscrossed through ravines stained with the blood of Demonic Cultivators. Alone on Zhu Xian Mountain, one person wielded their three-foot-long sword of Azure Wind, deftly maneuvering among several opponents at the level of Transcendence High Leg, directly slaying one.
Aside from those trapped in the fray, only those green mountains silently observed everything that had transpired before them, watching as once-struggling youths at the bottom of the Sect Family now stood ready to face challenges on their own.
Time subtly changed everything; those ravines would rise again into towering green mountains. Who would remember what had happened there a thousand years from now?
Waking up, he took a sip of water.
The morning sunlight poured onto Gu Ping's face, and the gentle breeze brushed against him, yet he felt no sense of comfort. Instead, his whole body ached, and it was only after some time that he finally opened his eyes.
A familiar face came into view, causing Gu Ping to tremble uncontrollably even as he took the water bowl.
How could this be?
What was happening? Do I know him?
It was only then that Gu Ping remembered he had been wearing a mask. He realized that face belonged to Gu Hong, and he did not recognize Yang Yan. The girl truly resembled someone he knew.
My approach to flirting is rather outdated, haha.
Yang Yan covered her face with her hands, laughing so hard that her waist shook. Her laughter reached Gu Ping's ears, bringing a rare sense of tranquility to his heart, as if the fatigue from the recent Great War had dissipated.
He recalled how he had fought against Demonic Cultivators before being injured by a demon lord and fleeing here. He had been rescued by this girl—oh wait, what is your name?
Interestingly enough, his real surname was Yang, and he was called Yang Yan. He wondered if his old friend also went by Yang Yan.
What a coincidence! His old friend shared the same name as this girl. If she didn’t mind, perhaps she could be considered a friend of Gu Hong—a close friend for life.
Tsk tsk tsk, such a close bond! The young lady saved my life; a simple thank you should suffice. There’s no need for any further gestures.
Oh, I see him, hissing.
Just as I was about to turn over, a tearing pain shot through me. It was then that I remembered that after the chaos had ended, I had been struck by a hidden Demonic Path Ying Cultivator in a desperate attack. Although I had barely managed to withstand that blow, I was severely injured.
I couldn't prevent the powerful forces of the Demonic Path from lurking in the shadows. Gu Ping had barely escaped the battlefield before losing consciousness, using a Light Speed Talisman to flee thousands of miles away.
At this moment, I should be within the territory of the Dao Sect, but I never expected to be rescued by Yang Yan. The Dao Sect was also in turmoil, and it seemed like Yang Yan's appearance there was merely a coincidence. Otherwise, if I rushed to the Dao Sect now, it would likely bring disaster upon myself.
No matter; whatever needs to be done can wait until I've healed. I can still repay the lady later, so I should hurry and find her.
Wait a minute, did the lady tell me where she was going?
The lady's maid was in a carriage heading towards the Northern Battlefield to assist the Qin State and help evacuate refugees. I wonder if I'm on the way there?
Refugees... Gu Ping sighed. On the way, on the way. Gu planned to head towards the Northern Battlefield to lend a hand, but who would have thought he would encounter a demon? It was sheer luck that he managed to escape; he owed it all to the lady's fortune. Once Gu recovered, he would surely offer her a small gift in return.
I must take care of myself; otherwise, how could I present a gift to the lady? I need to hurry and find her.
Sigh...
The carriage was quite spacious, with several layers of cotton padding on one side, making it surprisingly smooth without any bumps. Gu Ping felt quite unremarkable in this situation. This wasn't just any maid's carriage; it must belong to Princess Yang Yan. Years had passed, and meeting an old friend in such a manner left Gu Ping utterly bewildered.
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