Volume 1, Chapter 23: Spare Me, Heroine

"Hanyu."
"Yu'er."
The urgent voices of Madam Xu and Old Madam Yan rang out simultaneously as they both lunged toward the direction where Yan Hanyu had fallen.
Jiumu ignored them. Seeing the Daoist priest about to rise, she stepped on him, pinning him back down, and bent over to pick up the sword he had dropped.
By the time everything was finished, the sky had turned completely dark. Fang Zhaoyang’s lips were bitten until they were a bloody mess, and she had already fainted. Gu Ruoli cleaned her up, fed her half a bowl of licorice and mung bean soup, and then carried her to the bed, tucking her in.
The attack of the Invincible Venerable reached the level of a mid-grade semi-immortal artifact, but they were not facing an ordinary Invincible Venerable.
Floating on this island was a source artifact shaped like an axe, or perhaps a semi-immortal artifact; Luo Hao could not tell for sure.
Lin Feng’s meaning was clear: if the Seven Stars Sect could not protect that profound treasure, could the Beiming Sect possibly do so?
Everyone nodded in agreement. Because of a fight with Zhao Xun half a month ago, Esen had a scar on his face. As it was still fresh, the mark remained a vivid red, stretching from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, making his entire left side appear somewhat distorted.
"That secret? You’ve been to the base of the Tree of Life?" Shadow’s voice suddenly turned sharp and biting.
Why did he ever provoke Luo Hao? In this furnace, he couldn't even send a message; heaven wouldn't answer, and the earth wouldn't respond.
Zhao Xun remained silent, gazing at the pond covered in a layer of fallen leaves. The leaves were frozen in the ice, exuding an indescribable desolation.
Gu Jiujiu’s lips trembled, and with her fingers shaking violently, she shoved the thermos into her bag haphazardly and whispered, "I’m going back first." Like a rabbit fleeing for its life, she turned and bolted out the door.
Seeing Sheng Xueluo and the others standing there, the students were momentarily stunned, not knowing what had happened.
Before falling asleep, Li Jie thought to himself that if this were only a spring dream, then he never wanted to wake up.
Vaguely, Mu Yi seemed to hear something chewing, a sound that made his skin crawl.
Thus, the two of them were inevitably ruled out. Suddenly, Mu Yi recalled the group of elite soldiers he had seen on the road, as well as the rumors of a high-ranking official arriving from the capital. Perhaps only someone with such power could force Leng Yu to temporarily retreat.
He led his men, carrying several massive blood-woods, and threw them onto the roof of Bao Xu’s house.
After registering, Xie Feng arrived at the task board. Many people were gathered around it, and it took quite an effort for him to find the "Bronze Task Board" in the far corner.
Yet, once he returned to his original form, Mu Yi felt a targeted pressure, as if this ancestral land were repelling him.
Li Jie’s lips moved, but in the end, he did not call out those two words. In truth, he no longer remembered how much time had passed or how long ago Mino had left. For such a long time, he had barely thought of her. As a psychology student, he knew better than anyone what kind of psychological suggestion and self-deception this was.
Even if he didn't care, he still had friends; Mo Ruyan and Danu would be unable to withstand his sneak attacks.
Zhao Yishan sighed, "For him to become a Great Cultivator of the Condensation Realm, he could not have avoided the sin of slaughtering the innocent."
At the same time, the moment he stepped inside, the entire teleportation array flashed with a dazzling light that shot out from above the pit. This was immediately followed by a massive surge of energy pulsating from within his body, and then, a wave of dizziness washed over him.
The reason the group had come to this land of extreme yin was that only here could one reach the River Styx. After all, the River Styx lay deep within the earth; by ordinary means, finding it would depend entirely on luck. However, in every land of extreme yin in the underworld, there existed a vortex channel that led directly to the River Styx.