Chapter 229: Loaded with 30,000 Guan

Chapter 229 -125: Loaded with 30,000 Guan

A Cyan Simurgh soared through the sky, its beating wings conjuring gusts of fierce wind.

Empowered by the gales, the nearly two hundred disheveled Cultivator Disciples found their speed increasing significantly.

They sprinted along the main road, their faces fraught with panic. No one spoke a word.

The Demon Mountain was in an uproar, and a Group of Demons was assaulting the pass.

Worse, a Golden Core Immortal from the Great Shun Dynasty’s Zhao Family had come to steal the mirror!

Faced with such a terrifying calamity, all they wanted was to flee that majestic Border Region, which crouched like a colossal beast ready to devour them whole.

The last shred of security in their hearts was tied to the Cyan Simurgh.

This newly-adult Senior Aunt Yu Sheng was the disciples’ only hope for survival!

“AHHH!!”

The disciple at the very back suddenly let out a terrified scream.

He stumbled forward, but his eyes were fixed on what was behind him, bloodshot as if he had seen a ghost.

Demon Qi surged to the heavens, and the sound of a sword was like thunder.

A rampaging sword light flared like a Cyan Simurgh spreading its wings.

Even from a great distance, they could feel its bone-chilling sharpness, an edge that felt like it could tear them to shreds.

“Senior Aunt Yu Sheng, a Great Demon is catching up to us!”

The many disciples fell into chaos, hastily forming hand seals for their Formulas.

Even with the boost from the Cyan Simurgh’s Wind-controlling Divine Technique, how could their mortal bodies possibly outrun the sword light of a Core Formation Great Demon?

Despair showed on their faces, but in truth, they had expected this.

‘How could a target as large as our group not attract any Demons to hunt us down?’

The fact that the Group of Demons was only catching up now could already be considered slow.

In that instant, a piercing buzz suddenly tore through the sky.

Countless sword lights rained down in a mad bombardment, causing mountains to collapse and the earth to crack behind them. The very road beneath their feet began to tremble.

Dust and sand swirled into the air like a tornado.

As the disciples watched with shock and uncertainty, a lone, dark cyan figure suddenly shot out from the dust cloud.

“Keep going. Don’t stop.”

A gentle and steady voice rang out from the air, but everyone present could hear the weakness he desperately tried to conceal.

The young man’s handsome face was a sickly pale, his dark cyan robes long since soaked in blood.

His clothes were in disarray, and his exposed chest was covered in terrifying wounds, so deep that the stark white of bone was visible.

Such grievous injuries spoke of the numerous great battles he must have endured.

He fell like a kite with a snapped string, swaying as he descended, the very picture of a spent force.

“Lin Shu!!”

Yu Sheng’s voice, a choked sob of shock and anger, echoed through the air.

Even though she had received his telepathic message beforehand, she couldn’t stop herself from crying out when she saw his wretched state. She hastily flew back to catch him on her back.

The Cyan Simurgh’s heartfelt sorrow instantly spread to the disciples below.

“Senior Brother Lin!”

In their earlier panic, the crowd hadn’t realized.

Lin Shu, as Senior Aunt Yu Sheng’s only disciple, hadn’t fled with them.

‘The reason no Demons came after us for so long… was it because Senior Brother Lin was holding them off for us?!’

He was grievously wounded, his breath as faint as a silken thread.

But the Great Demon had gone silent, so it must not have fared well either.

“Senior Brother Lin has already reached Core Formation…” they murmured, looking up at the Cyan Simurgh.

They were all Trial Disciples.

Many among them had been training for four or five years, had reached Jade Liquid Perfection, and had a chance to touch the Core Formation Realm.

But Lin Shu, who had only arrived a few months ago, had not only successfully stepped into the Core Formation Realm but was already capable of holding his own and protecting others.

The disciples were moved to tears of gratitude, yet their hearts were filled with a mix of complicated emotions.

Why were there so many Cultivators here?

It was because the moment news of the demon scourge spread, their Immortal Descendant Masters had abandoned them and fled.

In contrast, this master and disciple pair from Shihu City, whom they had never even met, were risking their lives to escort everyone back to Yongzhou!

“Senior Brother Lin is exhausted! Everyone, it’s our turn to escort him forward!”

Someone let out a long cry, gritted their teeth in determination, and shed their former panicked demeanor.

Two hundred Cultivators responded with a loud roar, forming several rows in a defensive formation against demon attacks from all directions.

At a glance, they presented a rather imposing sight.

“…”

Lin Shu lay among the soft Feathers, feeling the gentle wind wrap around his body.

He gazed into the distance at the receding Yongzhou Pass and exhaled a hot breath of Blood Qi.

It was just as he had once told Chang Yi.

Humans aren’t Immortals; how could they possibly account for everything and ensure a perfect outcome in all matters?

To make things as perfect as possible, one was bound to pay a greater price.

Taking a palm strike from the Golden Core Immortal Descendant had let Lin Shu once again experience the feeling of being infinitely close to death.

His Body-Nourishing Spirit Root was formidable, but it wasn’t omnipotent.

Spiritual Power could mend the body, but it couldn’t bring the dead back to life.

And yet, even on the verge of fainting, Lin Shu had forced himself up to stand before Zhao Zhiyue once more.

He didn’t dare gamble on whether this “tiger” would be able to track him down. He had to borrow the power of the other two Demon Monarchs to injure him as severely as possible, or even kill him within Yongzhou Pass.

Listening to the shouts from below, a self-deprecating smile touched the corner of Lin Shu’s lips.

‘The part about Senior Brother Lin holding the rear guard was a lie.’

‘But the part about your Senior Brother Lin being exhausted and nearly dying… that was true.’

First, during the Mountain-Grabbing Divine Mirror, his Divine Soul was tortured to the point of convulsions.

Then, his body was nearly torn apart by Zhao Zhiyue. The shimmering, profound light left inside him also greatly slowed the restorative speed of his Body-Nourishing Spirit Root.

He had held on until now and just wanted to lie there quietly, not even willing to lift an eyelid.

[Life and death are fated, yet a life was snatched from the hands of Yama. For saving a wondrous disciple, you are awarded 6,000 Merit Coins and one mace of Shi’e Gold Essence.]

From being described with words like “rotten” and “worthless” at the very beginning…

…to the later “mortal,” and now, upon reaching the Golden Core Realm, even a panel as arrogant as this one had switched to the term “wondrous.”