Chapter 714: The Sour Beast

Chapter 714: Chapter 437: The Sour Beast

As Duan Rong darted out of the tree hollow, he instantly focused his thoughts.

Seeing Lv Qingzhu on the verge of death, he really couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.

Over the past six years, in that ruined temple, Lv Qingzhu became the first woman in his two lives.

Though he was unsure if this bond was love or calamity, he ultimately couldn’t let it continue to perish.

In the moment Duan Rong focused his thoughts, a flickering firefly appeared in front of the fire weasel, and almost simultaneously, it flickered and disappeared into the top of the fire weasel’s head.

The instant the firefly entered, the fire weasel’s body suddenly stiffened, as if petrified.

Nevertheless, its sharp claws still lightly grazed Lv Qingzhu’s throat, leaving a faint blood line on her fair neck, but fortunately it wasn’t fatal.

At that moment, Duan Rong had already appeared like a specter, flashing to the side and rear of the stiffened fire weasel, a white light flickering, and the Frost Patterned Phosphor Crystal Saber was already in his hand, stabbing from the backside towards the fire weasel’s heart.

Within the Sea of Consciousness, the gray shadow sitting in the center of the heavens suddenly had the vague shadow of a saber between its brows illuminated.

The moment the saber was about to pierce the fire weasel, a half-inch saber aura flashed out like solid substance!

The fire weasel was already petrified, and with the saber aura’s blessing, the Frost Patterned Phosphor Crystal Saber pierced through the fire weasel’s skin like tofu, shredding its heart.

Duan Rong floated to the ground, and the fire weasel collapsed at his feet, twitched a few times, and then ceased moving, clearly dead.

Duan Rong’s gaze shone like stars as he turned his head towards the ground not far away, where Lv Qingzhu lay, quietly like she was asleep.

Duan Rong’s gaze skimmed over Lv Qingzhu’s neck, where the blood line was very faint, clearly not a major concern. Thankfully, he didn’t hesitate, and in the moment of darting out of the tree hollow, he focused his thoughts and used the firefly, rescuing Lv Qingzhu in the narrow gap between life and death.

At that time, had he hesitated, Lv Qingzhu could have had her throat slit by the fire weasel, meeting a tragic end.

Duan Rong stood there, suddenly raising his left palm, where primordial qi swirled and pushed around, immediately stirring a gust of wind.

From darting out of the tree hollow until now, he held his breath. The overwhelming smell of the fire weasel’s fart managed to knock Lv Qingzhu unconscious, indicating its powerful effect that Duan Rong couldn’t ignore.

Seeing the gust of wind stirred by his palm’s primordial qi, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground into disarray, Duan Rong inhaled a breath.

But the moment he inhaled, his face turned the color of liver, and in the next instant, he squatted and started vomiting.

After vomiting for a while, he lifted his head, his expression still somewhat unpleasant.

Even the residual smell in the air and on the ground made him intolerable, forcing the vomit out.

Although Duan Rong stirred the wind with primordial qi, he had evidently underestimated the fire weasel’s fart’s power.

“Careless!”

Duan Rong wiped his mouth, flipped his hand, and held a Cooling Pill up to his nose, its minty and liquorice scent instantly suppressing the lingering foul odor in the air.

He walked over slowly and dragged the unconscious Lv Qingzhu a little distance away.

Looking at Lv Qingzhu lying like a sleeping beauty beside the Black Fire Pool, Duan Rong’s gaze suddenly froze.

Lv Qingzhu was knocked unconscious, and Duan Rong originally planned to drag her over and wake her up. But now, looking at Lv Qingzhu’s incomparably beautiful face and her mature demeanor quite different from her past innocence, Duan Rong’s heartbeat suddenly sped up.

His gaze froze as he gulped down a mouthful of saliva.

To say he had no thoughts would be deceiving.

However, Duan Rong quickly stifled his wavering emotions, taking a deep breath. He flipped his hand, clutching the small Green Porcelain Bottle.

Duan Rong removed the stopper, placing the bottle’s opening under Lv Qingzhu’s nose; as she breathed, her eyelids fluttered.

A breath later, she opened her eyes.

The moment Lv Qingzhu opened her eyes, she saw Duan Rong’s face leaning over her.

The past rush into her mind all at once, she struggled to sit up, but although her eyes were open, her body was still stiff, unable to move.

Seeing Lv Qingzhu’s shoulders start to move, Duan Rong put away the porcelain bottle, standing beside her, and after a few moments, Lv Qingzhu returned to normal.

She stood, clutching a long sword, her cool gaze sweeping over the fire weasel’s corpse not far away.

Her gaze lingered on the burned tree, turning to Duan Rong, she asked, “Was it you…?”

In her unconsciousness, she saw a shadow dart out from the tree’s trunk, and now, besides Duan Rong, there was no one else here, clearly confirming that the shadow she saw while unconscious was undoubtedly Duan Rong.

Moreover, Duan Rong should have been hiding within the tree trunk long ago…

At this moment, Lv Qingzhu looked at Duan Rong with an evidently unfriendly gaze.

Duan Rong touched his nose, saying, “Why look at me like that, Miss Lv? If I planned anything sinister, I surely wouldn’t have saved you.”

Lv Qingzhu suddenly pointed at Duan Rong with her long sword, saying, “Duan Rong! Six years ago, I said I would kill you! Why offer yourself up to die again?”

“Damn!” Seeing Lv Qingzhu’s long sword, gleaming coldly, pointing threateningly at him, Duan Rong couldn’t help but curse internally.