CHAPTER 196: LET ME BE A REGULAR PERSON JUST FOR TODAY (II)

Splash!

Water burst into the air as devilish qi surged violently, momentarily stunning the two Daoist masters. Soon, a ripple of primal qi rose from within the Devil-Sealing Well.

"Earth-Escape Technique?! Bastard!" Rufeng shouted in fury.

The corrupt cultivators rushed to the Devil-Sealing Well, only to see the devilish qi within slowly converging again. There was no sign of anyone in the water.

Rufeng exhaled slowly and stopped his subordinates, who were about to turn and give chase. "Stay here. Our goal is to release the ancient devil."

He turned to the two elders. "You two go deal with their aerial support. The rest of you collect the blood of these monks and pour it into the well until it overflows. Move fast. I'll begin breaking the ancient formation."

The group sprang into action, dragging the corpses nearby and pouring their blood into the Devil-Sealing Well. Although the devilish qi within began to recede quickly, the ground beneath the Ziyan Temple still trembled slightly.

In the distance, two of the dozen helicopters suddenly veered northwest at high speed, while the rest continued advancing toward the temple. The Wood and Fire Elders shot into the air, emanating Golden Core Realm auras as they rose to confront the approaching threat head-on.

Several li away, deep in a mountain valley, the cliff face rippled like water. Qing Yanzi stumbled out from within, clutching his chest and coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Despite his condition, he dared not waste any time. He grabbed a bottle of alchemical pills, poured them into his mouth, and tapped several points near his chest wound. Stepping onto two flying daggers, he then soared into the sky and headed for the fake Ziyan Temple.

The moment he had toppled a statue earlier, Qing Yanzi discovered something strange. It seemed like a method that an elder from ancient times had left behind to counter the ancient devil sealed below the ZIyan Temple.

Unfortunately, his phone had been destroyed in the battle. Now, all he could do was rush to the site, hoping to meet Qing Long and the others who were surely on their way, and deliver this critical information before he lost consciousness.

However, as he flew, he failed to encounter the reinforcements he had expected.

What's going on?

Gritting his teeth, Qing Yanzi pushed forward. His vision blurred as he glanced down at the sword tip still embedded in his chest. It was some kind of fiend sword, its nature unknown. He dared not pull it out. If he did, his heart meridian would immediately be torn apart.

His consciousness began to fade. His power was faltering. Fortunately, he finally noticed a familiar silhouette ahead in the sky.

"Little... Sheng?"

The middle-aged Daoist master could no longer hold on. He tilted and fell straight out of the sky.

"Master!" Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, flying swiftly toward him, shouted in unison.

The two dove to catch Qing Yanzi. Just as he was about to hit the ground, Mu Wanxuan decisively sent out two streams of yin-yang qi and barely managed to catch him.

As the celestial-grade flying sword lost its balance and plummeted, Wang Sheng swiftly flung his senior sister and master upward while he tumbled with the sword, crashing near a small stream and rolling more than ten times on the ground.

Soon, Wang Sheng finally stood up, his face scratched and his hair disheveled. Paying no attention to his own condition, he immediately looked back.

Mu Wanxuan was already steadily supporting Qing Yanzi with her true essence. Standing on a Tai Chi symbol about ten meters above the ground, she slowly descended and landed beside the stream.

Since the day he had begun cultivating on the Wudang Mountains, Wang Sheng had never felt this kind of helplessness in his heart. "Master! How is Master?"

Mu Wanxuan bit her lower lip tightly and broke into tears. Qing Yanzi was in extremely dire condition.

Seeing her cry, Wang Sheng calmed down. The head of the household had fallen. As a man, he had to stand tall; he couldn't let himself fall apart with her.

Having studied the Three Scrolls of the Medicine God, he placed his fingers on Qing Yanzi's chest. "Senior Sister, use the Pure Yang Immortal Mantra to guide Master's true essence and restore his internal circulation. Don't pull the sword out yet."

"Mm!"

Mu Wanxuan took a deep breath as they helped Qing Yanzi sit cross-legged. Afterward, she placed her palms on his back.

Two minutes later, Wang Sheng instructed Mu Wanxuan to seal the acupoints near Qing Yanzi's heart meridian and guide the medicinal effects toward the wound.

"I'll pull the sword. Senior Sister, you must immediately compress Master's heart meridian and seal the breach. Keep channeling medicine and true essence until he can seal it on his own," said Wang Sheng.

"Mm," Mu Wanxuan replied and then bit her lip.

The martial siblings focused. Wang Sheng's hands trembled for a moment. After several deep breaths, he finally gripped the fiend sword's small hilt.

As a sword cultivator, he quickly sensed something off about it. He used his Seven-Star Sword Intent to carefully suppress the fiend sword, drawing the malevolent energy back into its blade.

"Three... two... one! Now!"

Wang Sheng drew the sword in one swift motion, and Mu Wanxuan simultaneously compressed Qing Yanzi's heart meridian with her true essence. Qing Yanzi spat out a mouthful of clotted blood. Though his aura weakened sharply, it soon began to stabilize.

Clang!

Wang Sheng placed the fiend sword aside and carefully observed Qing Yanzi's condition. The combined effects of the alchemical pills and his innate Pure Yang Energy were already starting to repair the damaged heart meridian. Wang Sheng finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Explosions rang out in the distance. Wang Sheng looked up and saw two helicopters flying in, followed by several fireballs erupting atop a distant mountain.

"Little Sheng..." Qing Yanzi muttered.

Wang Sheng immediately knelt before him. "I'm here, Master. You're safe now. We have stabilized your condition."

Qing Yanzi forced his eyes open and then gave his disciples a strained smile. His pale lips trembled. "Looks like I've embarrassed you two this time... Haha!Cough!"

"Master, please just rest for now," Wang Sheng quickly said.

Qing Yanzi's throat moved. His complexion had already begun to recover a bit. The tenacity of a Golden Core Realm cultivator's life force was fully evident.

"Little Sheng, hurry and inform Daoist Master Qing Long and the others. If we can't stop the ancient devil from escaping... and modern weapons prove useless, there's a relic hidden inside the collapsed statue in the Ziyan Temple's main hall..."

"Master, the reinforcements are almost here. You can tell them yourself," Wang Sheng replied in a hushed tone.

Qing Yanzi suddenly grabbed Wang Sheng's arm. "We can't afford to be reckless. Leave the rest to your mistress and the others. The authorities will surely—"

"Master," Wang Sheng gently pulled his hand away, freeing himself. "If the ancient devil is released, Rufeng will likely flee immediately. I won't let him escape."

Qing Yanzi frowned. "Little Sheng, you're no match for them..."

"Then I'll stall them. I'll entangle them and buy time for Daoist Master Qing Long and the others."

Wang Sheng stepped back and stood up. The sword case on his back trembled slightly. "Senior Sister, take care of Master."

Just as he turned to leave, Mu Wanxuan sent out strands of yin-yang qi without even raising her hands. They wrapped around Wang Sheng's legs.

"Stop!" Qing Yanzi barked, then coughed profusely. "Don't be reckless! I'm not dead yet!"

"But you almost were, Master! If the sword were just a little wider, it would have completely severed your heart meridian!" Wang Sheng shouted, his lips trembling and eyes bloodshot.

He didn't dare look at his master and senior sister. Raising his head, he breathed in slowly.

"Master, I remember all your teachings about the path of cultivation. I know my Dao Heart shouldn't waver like this, but in this world, I only have a few people I hold dearest: my parents, you, and my senior sister.

"I will not let any of you be harmed. Anyone who dares hurt or try to kill you becomes my mortal enemy! To protect you all, I'd gladly allow my Dao Heart to shatter and spend decades in seclusion to mend it. If you had died just now, how could I ever find you again...

"After all these years, you've been my only master. I would never acknowledge anyone else. Please, Master. Let me be a regular person just this once. Right now, I only want to repay hatred with hatred, and blood with blood.

"If Rufeng doesn't die today, then I'll chase him to the ends of the earth tomorrow. I will not rest until I've killed him! Senior Sister, protect Master's heart meridian. Don't try to stop me."

True essence fluctuated under his feet, and the yin-yang qi holding him abruptly unraveled. Wang Sheng took one step forward, then another, leaning into a sprint.

His long hair streamed behind him, yet his silhouette did not look alone. A celestial-grade flying sword shot in from nearby, tracing a rainbow arc across the sky.

Wang Sheng leaped into the air. The sword settled beneath his feet, carrying the momentum of his charge. He rode the sword like an arrow loosed from a bow, shooting straight toward the Ziyan Temple.

Qing Yanzi struggled as he tried to stand up, but Mu Wanxuan quickly pressed him down again, continuously sending true essence into him to protect his heart meridian.

Fortunately, just half a minute later, Golden Core Realm instructors from the Special Warfare Unit roared through the air above them, rushing toward the Ziyan Temple.

Qing Yanzi finally sighed deeply in relief. Still, he couldn't help but shout after Wang Sheng, "When you come back, go into seclusion for a hundred years!"