264: Chapter 263: The Broken Body 264: Chapter 263: The Broken Body A youthful figure hurried to the person lying before him and brushed aside the strands of hair obscuring the face, revealing a handso visage.
However, upon closer examination, the youth discovered the person had ceased to breathe, and not a hint of spiritual light emanated from the body.
The youth’s eyes shifted, ticulously searching the person’s body.
After more than a dozen breaths, he expressed his dismay, “It’s really bad luck, this fellow doesn’t have a single magic artifact on him.”
“Brother Li, is he… is he dead?” a disciple from the Jiuhua Immortal Sect ventured to ask.
The youth sneered disdainfully, “In the vast Haoxuan Mountain spanning a million li, what’s so strange about a dead person?
Looking at the injuries all over his body, he was clearly attacked by a demon beast and ultimately expired here from his wounds.”
“Let’s hurry back to the sect before the elders start worrying about us.”
With a call, the youth led a group of Jiuhua Immortal Sect disciples back towards their sect, paying no further attention to the corpse in the brush.
After all, in the vast Earth Immortal Realm, the dead were far from scarce, and such sights were no longer novel to these disciples.
“Hey, Li Jiangliu, aren’t you coming?” a girl with delicate eyebrows frowned and scolded a boy trailing behind.
“Ah?”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Li Jiangliu was slender, modestly dressed, his face still bearing traces of youthfulness.
At the Golden Core Stage, his cultivation was quite limited.
He glanced one more ti with reluctance at the corpse in the brush before hastening to catch up with the others.
“Giggle giggle giggle!”
A female disciple laughed mockingly, “Don’t you know Jiangliu?
He’s got such a soft heart.
He even gets upset for a long ti over the death of a little rabbit.
Probably feels sorry for this person and wants to help bury him, I bet?”
“Jiangliu, no offense, but you’ve been in the sect for ten years already, and you’ve only just reached the Golden Core Stage.
You do realize that the outer disciples’ competition is in three years.
If you don’t reach the Nascent Soul Stage by then, you’ll be expelled from the Jiuhua Immortal Sect,” Brother Li reproached discontentedly.
“Why bother talking so much to this useless person?
With his current level of cultivation, how can he ascend to the Nascent Soul Stage in three years?” sneered a fellow senior sister disdainfully.
Li Jiangliu’s complexion turned pale, a mist of tears forming in his eyes as he struggled not to let them fall.
He lowered his head and followed the others back to the Jiuhua Immortal Sect.
…
As night fell and the sky filled with stars,
a frail figure wielding a magic sword zipped across the void, his flight sowhat unsteady, revealing his lack of mastery in the Sword Control Technique.
“Found it!”
Li Jiangliu’s face lit up with joy.
He dove down with a sword technique, landing near a clump of grass, quickly hoisting the corpse from the brush, and once again, he took flight on his sword towards the distance.
Jiuhua Immortal Sect, Chores Peak, the back hills.
This was a desolate grove, under the celestial blanket of the night sky, casting Li Jiangliu’s ager shadow.
The young man was digging into the earth with his Spirit Sword, swiftly creating a grave three zhang deep.
If any disciple of the Jiuhua Immortal Sect had witnessed this scene, they would have certainly berated him for misusing the treasured Spirit Sword to dig holes, tarnishing the sect’s reputation.
“Senior before , our eting is by fate.
Unable to bear leaving your body abandoned in the wild, I can only offer you a simple burial.
May you find peace in the Netherworld,” said Li Jiangliu, bowing three tis to the corpse and murmuring prayers, clearly accustod to this solemn task.
Just as he was about to bury the naless body, the corpse on the ground suddenly moved.
The pale hand quietly pressed against the young man’s ankle, and a faint voice ca forth at that mont.
“Water… water…”
“Ah!”
The young man Li Jiangliu scread in shock, his voice piercing the tranquil small woods, yet he imdiately covered his mouth, trying his best to calm himself down.
“He… he’s not dead?”
Li Jiangliu muttered to himself, his face displaying a complex expression, but still, he hoisted the unidentified corpse onto his back and set off toward his dwelling place with his magic sword.
…
Jiuhua Immortal Sect, Chores Peak.
A simple stone house, a bed made of solid wood, and nothing else beside.
Ye Xuan’s complexion was deathly pale, his breathing was extrely weak, as he lay on the bed, unconscious.
Looking at Ye Xuan’s bloodless face, Li Jiangliu felt a trace of fear in his eyes, but he still removed the stopper from the water pouch and carefully dripped clear spring water into Ye Xuan’s mouth.
“Cough!”
A light cough ca from Ye Xuan’s mouth, along with streaks of blood mixed with the water, spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He struggled to open his eyes, and the sensation of a thousand needles prickled through his divine soul, contorting Ye Xuan’s face with extre agony.
Pain, tearing through the divine soul, forced Ye Xuan to endure without screaming out.
He tried with all his might to prop himself up on his arms, wanting to stand.
Bang!
Completely drained, Ye Xuan collapsed back onto the bed, his body soaked with sweat, clearly showing every movent was an imnse struggle.
“What a Yang Jian, what a Destructive Immortal Light!”
Ye Xuan muttered coldly, the murderous intent in his tone sent a chill through the young man’s heart, who looked at Ye Xuan with even more dread.
“You…
stop moving…
Your injuries are really too severe!” Li Jiangliu mustered his courage and approached Ye Xuan, his voice trembling slightly.
As his thoughts turned, Ye Xuan suppressed the rampant murderous intent in his heart.
His gaze hardened as he looked towards Li Jiangliu, knowing that it was this young man before him who had saved him.
“Young man, what is your na, and where is this place?” Ye Xuan asked calmly.
“My na is Li Jiangliu, I am an outer sect disciple of the Jiuhua Immortal Sect.
This is Chores Peak of the Jiuhua Immortal Sect.” The young man answered truthfully, looking at Ye Xuan with a hint of curiosity.
“Jiuhua Immortal Sect?”
Ye Xuan’s voice was low, straining to recall the details of his final battle with Yang Jian.
Suddenly, Ye Xuan rembered, he had used a forbidden technique and fused with the Heavenly Punishnt Halberd to barely fend off Yang Jian’s Destructive Immortal Light, and then he had fallen from the Heavenly Court into the Lower Realm.
“It seems that this place is undoubtedly the Earth Immortal Realm!”
Ye Xuan murmured to himself, also letting out a sigh of relief in his heart.
If he was still within the Heavenly Court with his current severe injuries, the Jade Emperor would certainly not spare him.
Watching Ye Xuan fall into deep thought, Li Jiangliu opened his mouth to ask sothing, but the words died on his lips.
Instead, his eyes showed an evident confusion as he gazed at Ye Xuan.
At this ti, Ye Xuan was closely examining his own body, frowning deeply.
The immortal power within his body was utterly depleted, and any slight use of his Primordial Spirit Power caused him excruciating pain.
Clearly, his battle with Yang Jian had left him severely wounded.
Now, to speak of mobilizing a trace of immortal power seed like an impossibility; moving his body was extrely difficult, and accessing the Suru Space was an insurmountable challenge.
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