Slowly, he straightened his body. Ye Tianling struggled to circulate his True Essence Power, activating the Returning Butterfly Cocoon Technique and gradually recovering a sliver of his strength.
Then, without a word, he once again summoned the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword. Using the motions of the Tree Cutting Technique, he slashed directly toward Ouyang Qinglian.
Ouyang Qinglian’s expression changed drastically. With almost no hesitation, she transford into a stream of Flowing Light and shot into the distance.
That simple slash gradually ford a faint, incomplete Sword Qi, holding no killing power whatsoever.
But even so, Ouyang Qinglian’s eyelids twitched violently, and her expression was incredibly uncertain.
She wasn’t necessarily afraid of Long Tianyu. After all, her Great Realm was higher than Long Tianyu’s, and with Long Tianyu in such a terrible state, she might not be a match for Ouyang Qinglian at her peak.
But Ye Tianling... he was another story entirely.
After carefully researching Ye Tianling’s past, Ouyang Qinglian had co to understand his nature clearly.
The man was cunning, ruthless, vicious, and an absolute madman!
There was nothing in this world that this Ye Tianling wouldn’t dare to do.
"Ye Tianling! I truly underestimated you! The entire world underestimated you!"
Ouyang Qinglian stood three thousand ters away, her eyes sinister as her expression flickered with uncertainty.
Ye Tianling coughed, but he couldn’t even cough up blood anymore.
He looked incredibly weak.
But his gaze was exceptionally cold, exceptionally indifferent.
That look, which saw all living beings as re ants, was particularly intimidating.
"I possess the Returning Butterfly Cocoon Technique. Do you know what that ans? It ans I can still unleash one more attack. But you, you old hag, aren’t worth the price!"
"However, if you dare to touch my sister, I’ll make sure there’s nothing left of you to bury! And once the truth of this matter cos to light, you and the powers behind you can just wait for the Dragon Race’s insane retaliation!"
"Think carefully about the importance of a Divine Child!"
"Now, I’ll give you three breaths’ ti. Scram, or fight!"
Ye Tianling spoke each word deliberately.
It seed as if every word he spoke was an imnse struggle.
But no one knew if he was truly on the verge of collapse or just pretending, feigning weakness to deceive and lull his enemy.
Long Tianyu didn’t know.
And Granny Qinglian certainly didn’t know either.
"Brother, your Hundred Transformations Soul Refining Pill and the Creation Ice Blood Lotus Seed helped imnsely. I’ve already recovered eighty percent of my Battle Power, so I’ll fight this old hag! This ti, let your little sister protect you!"
Long Tianyu said softly.
She turned, gently hugged Ye Tianling, and then directly gathered a full ninety percent of her Dragon Soul Power, surging it toward the spot between his eyebrows.
Ye Tianling was powerless to stop it.
But this ti, even with ninety percent of the Cyan Dragon Soul Power rushing in, Ye Tianling’s depleted Space-Ti Soul-locking Tower only recovered a tiny fraction, less than one percent.
And in that mont, Ye Tianling saw the gap between his potential and Long Tianyu’s. In the past, his potential wasn’t even one ten-thousandth of hers.
Now, in terms of potential, hers was less than one-thousandth of his.
Ye Tianling was moved by Long Tianyu’s actions, but his heart also ached.
Because although Long Tianyu’s Talent had been exceptional, this Tribulation had caused it to drop by at least tenfold.
Long Tianyu’s Talent was basically half-ruined.
For a Cultivator in this World, this was undoubtedly a fate more painful than death.
"Tianyu, leave it to . This ti, I’ll protect you."
Ye Tianling’s tone was exceptionally firm.
He hugged Long Tianyu tightly, then turned around, violently raising the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword in his hand and pointing it at Granny Qinglian.
"Ye Tianling—I give up! I won’t fight! A battle that will only lead to mutual destruction, one where we might both die, is completely unnecessary!"
"From now on, I, Ouyang Qinglian, will not interfere in the matters between you and my Disciple, Ouyang Ruoxue! As for your identity, I swear I will never ntion a single word of it to anyone ever again!"
Granny Qinglian’s expression was incredibly grave.
In the end, she gave up on fighting Ye Tianling.
Even though she knew, in truth, that Ye Tianling was a spent force.
But the sight of Long Tianyu transferring a massive amount of Dragon Soul Power to Ye Tianling had made her heart pound wildly.
On top of that, Ye Tianling did indeed possess fifty percent of Ouyang Ruoxue’s Talent for the Returning Butterfly Cocoon Technique. This almost made him half a Disciple of the Cyan Lotus Sacred Land. Considering Ye Tianling’s terrifying Talent, Granny Qinglian chose to stand down.
Ye Tianling’s gaze locked onto Granny Qinglian. "This ti, did you team up with Long Tianxiao to hunt down Little Sister Tianyu?"
Granny Qinglian shook her head. "It was a chance encounter. It just so happened that I had looked into your past and decided you couldn’t be left alive. I was preparing to capture you, so I happened to ntion your identity and information..."
Granny Qinglian didn’t try to hide anything.
Ye Tianling stared at Granny Qinglian for a long mont before retracting his gaze, saying nothing.
"If you want to be with Ouyang Ruoxue, then let’s drop this matter here and now. I am Ouyang Ruoxue’s mother’s sister, my na is Ouyang Qinglian. You used despicable ans to take Ruoxue’s purity, so of course I’m not happy about it!"
"Furthermore, this is a World where the strong are respected. If you have the Ability, then it’s fine for you to be with Ruoxue. If you don’t, then you aren’t worthy. For ruining Ruoxue’s purity, you naturally deserve to die."
Granny Qinglian said faintly.
"Yes, the strong are respected. I’ll rember that. You can go now."
Ye Tianling’s tone was indifferent.
"You’d best look after yourself! I hope your Talent isn’t completely ruined after this! If it is, Ouyang Ruoxue and you will have no future together."
Granny Qinglian said coldly.
"Ruined? People think that every day, and every day I’m busy slapping them in the face. If you think so too, I don’t mind slapping you a few tis as well."
Ye Tianling’s voice was just as cold.
Granny Qinglian said nothing more. Her figure beca like a stream of Flowing Light and she quickly departed.
The scene fell into a dead silence.
Suddenly, Ye Tianling’s whole body shuddered, and a bloody fluid began to trickle from his seven orifices.
But the bloody fluid was extrely pale. It was no longer bright red, nor did it contain any Spiritual quality—it was just like ordinary spring water.
"Brother—"
Long Tianyu couldn’t hold it in any longer and began to sob.
"I’m... fine... Find a safe... place. I’ll cultivate with the Returning Butterfly Cocoon Technique to heal... I’ll be better soon..."
As Ye Tianling spoke, Long Tianyu took out two Elixirs and placed them directly into his mouth.
Ye Tianling imdiately felt a warmth spread through him. The extre weakness that had gripped his body finally began to ease slightly.
"Tianyu, you don’t have to give such precious Elixirs."
Ye Tianling gave a bitter smile. After taking the two Elixirs, his dried-up ridians imdiately felt much fuller, letting him know that the Elixirs he had just taken were likely incredibly precious.
"Brother, no matter how precious an Elixir is, it’s still just an Elixir."
Long Tianyu gently patted Ye Tianling’s back and once again began transferring her Cyan Dragon Dragon Soul Power to him.
This ti, however, Ye Tianling stopped her.
"Tianyu, let’s leave this place first. We’ll find sowhere safer. Let take a look at your condition and see if I can help you restore your Talent."
Long Tianyu shook her head, her face showing not a hint of regret. Her voice was just as soft. "Brother, you have the Talent of a Divine Child, and you can even Control the Thunder Will and break the shackles of the Celestial Dao. Your future accomplishnts will surely be unimaginable."
"So, what does it matter whether my Talent is restored or not?"
Long Tianyu’s words made Ye Tianling’s heart sink. A strong sense of foreboding welled up inside him.
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