Chapter 122: A Matter of Life and Death
Chapter 122: Danger to Life
In truth, although the Beiyuan Sect Patriarch possessed the handwritten copy of Xuanbei the Rogue.
The Profound Sorrow Nine Tribulations had essentially become a lost art after the Beiyuan Sect Patriarch’s passing.
This was because such an arcane and profound cultivation method was absolutely not something that cultivators below the ordinary Myriad Transformations Realm could begin to comprehend.
But Ye Xiu was only a Martial Spring Realm cultivator.
To be able to execute the seventh tribulation of the Profound Sorrow Nine Tribulations, “Mysterious Yin Weeps Blood, All Phenomena Share the Sorrow,” to such an extent with only Martial Spring Realm cultivation was truly unbelievable.
In fact, Hu Tianyuan felt that this Ye Xiu’s talent might not be inferior to his beloved disciple Qin Qingyu.
Now, regarding that final move used by Kongshan Sect’s Chief Disciple of the direct lineage, Chen Yan, to defeat Ye Xiu—
Hu Tianyuan didn’t understand that either.
As a Myriad Transformations Realm cultivator, in Sect Leader Hu’s eyes, the duels between Martial Spring Realm disciples in the Daoyan Arena were like children playing.
All the techniques these disciples used were as easy to understand as simple arithmetic.
Except for that point of clear light that erupted from Chen Yan’s fingertip.
That was a technique completely beyond Hu Tianyuan’s understanding.
Hu Tianyuan even felt that, forget Martial Spring Realm cultivators, even Qi Sea Realm cultivators wouldn’t gain any advantage facing that point of clear light.
“No wonder Kongshan Sect is taking the incident on Heavenly Summit Mountain so seriously this time, even to the point where that old fellow Huo Mu threw out his command token.”
Hu Tianyuan narrowed his eyes:
“So that’s how it is. If a genius like this were to be lost, Kongshan Sect would surely regret it immensely.”
He seemed to have misunderstood something.
Then, Hu Tianyuan turned to look at Qin Qingyu beside him:
“Qingyu, what do you think? If you faced Chen Yan, what are your chances of victory?”
“Seventy percent.”
Qingyu answered.
Hearing this, Hu Tianyuan was momentarily taken aback, then laughed:
“You… you’re always so modest…”
…
At this very moment, on the viewing stand on the other side.
“Senior Brother Ye! Senior Brother Ye!”
The Beiyuan Sect disciples gathered together, many male disciples wore anxious expressions, and there were even female disciples with reddened eyes, tears welling up.
It wasn’t just these disciples; even the Beiyuan Sect’s lead elder for the trip, Zhang Zhuang, was extremely anxious, pacing back and forth.
The unconscious Ye Xiu lay on a platform, surrounded by several disciples from the Five Great Sects. They were feeding pills into Ye Xiu’s mouth and diagnosing his injuries.
They were all part of the medical team jointly established by the Five Great Sects for this Dao Inquiry Assembly of Chenping Continent. Their main duty was to treat cultivators injured during the Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry.
After about half an hour of busy work, those disciples from the Five Great Sects stood up, their expressions all grave.
The leader was a Martial Spring Realm cultivator from Lingxiao Temple. He walked directly up to the Beiyuan Sect’s lead elder, Zhang Zhuang.
“We’ve done our best, but the injured party’s condition is severe.”
This Lingxiao Temple disciple said.
“What’s wrong?”
Zhang Zhuang asked anxiously.
“It’s hard to say. His meridians are severely damaged, even his Martial Spring has cracked. His true qi is continuously leaking out. There’s danger of his body exploding at any moment.”
The Lingxiao Temple disciple replied.
“Senior, please save my Senior Brother Ye. Senior Brother Ye cannot die. He is the only hope for our Beiyuan Sect’s revival…”
A Beiyuan Sect disciple stepped forward emotionally, grabbing the sleeve of the Lingxiao Temple disciple.
The Lingxiao Temple disciple’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t say anything more.
“Let go quickly! What kind of behavior is this!”
Zhang Zhuang sternly rebuked.
The Beiyuan Sect disciple flinched, then retreated to the side with a sullen look.
“Steward, my disciple was just disrespectful.”
Zhang Zhuang bowed with clasped hands towards the Lingxiao Temple disciple in apology.
“It’s fine. It’s understandable.”
The Lingxiao Temple disciple said.
“What else can we do next?”
Zhang Zhuang asked.
Since the other party had already said they’d done their best, asking them to do more would be a disrespectful display of distrust.
Rather than asking them to try again, it was better to ask what he himself could still do.
The Lingxiao Temple disciple took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve:
“This is Meridian-Soothing Powder. It’s a pill that can slightly inhibit the injured party’s true qi leakage. Administer one pill to the injured every half hour. It may not be effective, but you can try.”
Elder Zhang received the small porcelain bottle handed over by the Lingxiao Temple disciple with both hands, then bowed again towards the disciple:
“Thank you for your assistance, Steward.”
“It’s nothing, Elder Zhang. We will take our leave now.”
The Lingxiao Temple steward returned the courtesy, then led the other Five Great Sects disciples away from the viewing stand.
Zhang Zhuang slowly walked to where Ye Xiu lay on the ground, crouched down slowly, and sighed.
Eight years ago, an orphan who had lost both parents joined the Beiyuan Sect. He was always alone, traveling solo between the training hall and the Scripture Hall.
He had been looked down upon, provoked, and bullied by disciples within the sect.
But this orphan would always swallow all humiliation, then, when the time was ripe, return all disgrace a hundredfold.
Unconsciously, this orphan became the sect’s eldest senior brother. And after the Beiyuan Sect received the invitation, this orphan became the Beiyuan Sect’s Dao Inquirer for Heavenly Summit Mountain.
Originally, Elder Zhang believed that Ye Xiu would shine brilliantly at this Dao Inquiry Assembly of Chenping Continent, just as he had within the sect before.
But that didn’t happen.
Ye Xiu was like a stray dog by the roadside, kicked to death by a direct lineage disciple of the Five Great Sects.
There was no dignity to speak of.
But in Elder Zhang Zhuang’s eyes, he was still the number one prodigy of Great Wei.
Zhang Zhuang took a pill from the small porcelain bottle and moved to put it into Ye Xiu’s mouth.
This was his only method to prolong life.
Just as the pill was about to touch Ye Xiu’s lips, a young man’s voice came from behind:
“It’s useless.”
Zhang Zhuang turned around in surprise. He saw a young man wearing a deep cyan Daoist robe, with red lips, white teeth, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes, who had somehow appeared standing behind him at some point.
Zhang Zhuang’s gaze swept over the young man’s Daoist robe, then his eyes focused—
Mirage Palace!
“This… this esteemed…”
Zhang Zhuang quickly stood up.
“Meridian-Soothing Powder is useless. It might slightly prolong the injured’s life by a few incense sticks’ worth of time, but it ultimately cannot prevent the final outcome.”
The young man slowly crouched in front of Ye Xiu, placed his hand on Ye Xiu’s lower abdomen, released a few wisps of true qi to probe Ye Xiu’s injuries.
“I can save him.”
Then, the young man said this.
“Might I ask who you are…”
Hearing this, Zhang Zhuang’s eyes lit up, and he asked urgently.
“I am of the Mirage Palace, Weaving Dreams Tower, Xiao Bo’an.”
Xiao Bo’an?
The Chief Disciple of the Mirage Palace’s Weaving Dreams Tower?
Zhang Zhuang’s breath hitched.
The young man smiled and said:
“I can save him, but I must take him back to the Water Mirror Pavilion.”
Water Mirror Pavilion was the Mirage Palace’s territory on Heavenly Summit Mountain.
“No problem! That’s absolutely no problem!”
Zhang Zhuang hurriedly agreed, as if grasping the last life-saving straw.
“In two days, come to the Water Mirror Pavilion to find me. Just tell the disciple at the pavilion entrance you’re looking for Xiao Bo’an.”
The young man smiled, picked up Ye Xiu’s body from the ground, and began walking down from the viewing stand.
“Zhang Zhuang thanks Chief Disciple Xiao!”
Zhang Zhuang bowed with clasped hands behind Xiao Bo’an.
Xiao Bo’an walked further and further away, not responding. He just smiled, lowered his head, fixed his gaze on the ring hanging on Ye Xiu’s chest, and murmured softly as if talking to himself:
“First time meeting you, Senior Mo.”
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