Chapter 681 - 321: Xueruo Hides Her Shame with Curses (5.2k Subscription Request)_3

But unexpectedly, the tide turned, and what she snatched away was not Huo Ranhua’s dispensable invitation, but her only path to survival.

"It doesn’t matter, give it back to me... give it back to me! I’m begging you! Give it back to me!"

Huo Ranhua was nearly collapsing, tears and blood dripping from the stark contrast of her two-part face. She had already used the Flower Seal Skill once, which consumed a tremendous amount of energy, and then continuously set up arrays and used poison to attack the enemy. At this point, she was in no condition to fight against the girl whose aura was suddenly soaring.

The only strategy now was to plead for mercy and hope to live.

But Ji Xueruo would never let her go. Having borne deep-seated hatred for her mother’s death from a young age, she had long developed a retaliatory nature, and she insists on avenging herself!

The ten white snakes tightened in an instant, and her Snake Control Skill had already advanced to a higher level. The fangs of these snakes pierced into Huo Ranhua’s flesh, absorbing the last struggles of this desperate person.

Ji Xueruo raised her pierced right palm, looking through the hole at Huo Ranhua’s extremely twisted face.

Then a surging Thunder Skill converged in her hollow palm. The next moment, the dim candlelit cave was suddenly illuminated by a flash of lightning, and as it returned to dimness, a headless delicate body collapsed to the ground.

Ji Xueruo took one last deep look at the mess on the ground. She had no time to mourn the deaths of these unfamiliar compatriots but quickly rushed out of the cave.

For some reason, she just wanted to see You Su as soon as possible. This feeling was so strong, as if she needed to make up for all the restless nights during the over two hundred days of separation.

Perhaps it’s because on this unpredictable immortal island, You Su is the only person she could truly rely on.

And since there was no opportunity found during the previous search in the cave, and the only door was a facade, she had no reason to stay inside.

But just as she dashed out of the Fire Armadillo’s nest, preparing to climb up from the bottom of the pit, to her surprise, You Su was right there.

The young man lay on the ground, the Mo Song Sword feebly stuck beside him, with a large bloodstain on his forehead, as if he had suffered a violent impact.

Ji Xueruo, also a warlock, quickly guessed upon seeing the scattered array artifacts on the ground nearby that the earlier noise of ground shaking was caused by You Su.

Did he sense that I was in danger...

That’s why he fought so hard to break the array...

Ji Xueruo felt a sourness in her nose and swiftly rushed to You Su’s side, cradling him in her arms.

You Su’s face was pale, like a puddle of mud. He had long run out of energy to open his "black pupils", but smelling the familiar fragrance, he finally managed a faint smile:

"Now... I can rest in peace..."

The young man murmured softly, then tilted his head, and the eyes that refused to close finally shut.

Upon hearing this, Ji Xueruo understood that the divine miracle from before was actually You Su’s doing.

She could no longer hold back her tears, emotionally clutching You Su tightly in her embrace and took out handfuls of spirit pills, prying open You Su’s mouth to feed them to him:

"Don’t die! Don’t die! I forbid you to die! You haven’t accompanied me until the end, I won’t allow you to die! Wake up quickly!"

The girl cried her eyes out, not expecting that the joy of turning the tide would result in even greater sorrow. She felt extreme guilt, regretting why she let herself rest in peace.

"Ugh... don’t... stop stuffing them... if I’m not suffocated, I’m going to choke to death..."

Tall and plump, buried against You Su’s face, his mouth stuffed with various elixirs, You Su found the experience both entrancing and uncomfortable.

"You’re not dead!"

Ji Xueruo was overjoyed, immense sadness and joy transformed into even more overwhelming tears. She had been as strong as iron since childhood, never shedding a single tear, yet faced with You Su’s seeming death, it was as if the tears accumulated over eighteen years were going to pour out.

"How dare you scare me! Go die, you!"

Ji Xueruo slapped You Su on the body, nearly causing the young man to sustain internal injuries. Busy spitting out the grape-sized pills from his mouth, he tried to stop the girl, looking quite comical.

"Stop, stop... one more slap and I’ll really die. Sweetheart Xueruo, don’t cry, don’t cry..."

"Get lost!"

Hearing this somewhat embarrassing pet name, Ji Xueruo, for the first time, showed a hint of the shyness a girl her age should have, so she resorted to uncharacteristic coarse language to hide her embarrassment.

You Su just smiled sweeter, using up the last ounce of his strength, said:

"This place isn’t safe for long, take me back first... I can’t hold on, let me rest for a bit... remember to wake me up..."

With that said, the young man truly exhausted himself and fell asleep.

Ji Xueruo was not just a young girl; she quickly regained her composure. She reached out to feel the boy’s breath; though light, it was at least steady, indicating that You Su was not injured, just extremely exhausted.

Her eyes, shimmering like water, revealed a rock-like determination. She immediately carried the tall You Su on her back, then began casting techniques to climb out of this deep pit.

After climbing out of the cave, she discovered that the ground was filled with scenes of ruin, with screams and sounds of slaughter echoing everywhere.

The Fire Armadillo was still wreaking havoc, humans and demons were relentlessly battling, and even humans were fighting each other fiercely.

This scene felt exceptionally foreign to her. She had no time to care for these crazed individuals, instead tightening her grip on You Su and sped away with him.

...

In the same cave, with You Su still in a coma.

Ji Xueruo wiped the corner of her lips with her sleeve, looking at the boy’s chiseled face, feeling touched inside.

She suddenly thought that the two times You Su fell into a coma in succession seemed to be because of her.

He didn’t have to endure such peril; she even began to wonder if You Su might be better off moving alone than being in a pair with her.

She considered herself to have a heart of iron, but even iron can melt if the temperature is high enough.

And clearly, this blind boy, who barged into her life rudely, was hotter than the lava boiling in the volcanoes of the East Japan Continent.

She had personally fed You Su some pills, but he still hadn’t woken up.

She felt both anxious and guilty and suddenly remembered the similar situation they were in at the Jade Ring Pool.

This power, since it stemmed from You Su, should be returned to him...

But different people’s Profound Qi cannot merge, though fortunately, Ji Xueruo knew a way to convert her Profound Qi into another person’s Profound Qi.

And it was a method she had practiced hundreds of thousands of times in that illusion...

You give, I return, cycling endlessly, making you be in me, me in you, using nature as clothing, yin-yang as principle, thus merging lifelines, continuing endlessly.

This is the ultimate principle of Dual Cultivation, yet it is seen as heresy by many traditional cultivators.

"Truly... heretical sect!"