lín xuān zì yán zì yǔ ， yǐ tā de xìng gé ， bìng bù xǐ huān duō guǎn xián shì ， rán ér nà míng xiān fēng dào gǔ de lǎo zhě ” yǔ tā de yuān yuán ， diàn zi shū （）
林轩自言自语，以他的性格，并不喜欢多管闲事，然而那名仙风道骨的老者”与他的渊源，电子书（）
Lin Xuan muttered to himself. Given his personality, he didn't particularly enjoy meddling in others' affairs. However, the elderly man with a仙风道骨 appearance had some connection to him.
liǎng rén shèn zhì hái yǒu shī tú míng fèn 。
两人甚至还有师徒名分。
The two even shared a master-apprentice relationship.
lǎo zhě nǎi líng yào shān zhǎng mén ， tōng yǔ zhēn rén 。
老者乃灵药山掌门，通羽真人。
This elder was the founder of Lingyao Mountain, Tongyu Zhenren.
lín xuān liǎn shàng shǎn guò fù zá zhī sè ， méi xiǎng dào shì jiān hái yǒu rú cǐ qiǎo hé 。
林轩脸上闪过复杂之色，没想到世间还有如此巧合。
A complex expression flashed across Lin Xuan's face as he couldn't believe such coincidences existed in this world. Memories from his past flooded back, and he still had feelings for Lingyao Mountain.
wǎng shì yí mù mù zài nǎo hǎi zhōng shǎn guò ， duì yú líng yào shān ， lín xuān hái shì yǒu gǎn qíng de 。
往事一幕幕在脑海中闪过，对于灵药山，林轩还是有感情的。
Although Tongyu Zhenren had taken him under his wing back then, it was likely with ulterior motives, but regardless, he treated Lin Xuan well. After all, when he first arrived in Youzhou, he was at his lowest point. The title of the young master of Lingyao Mountain brought him many benefits.
suī shuō tōng yǔ zhēn rén dāng nián shōu zì jǐ wèi tú ， kěn dìng yě shì cún yǒu yī xiē bié de chóu móu ， dàn bù guǎn rú hé ， tā duì zì jǐ bù cuò 。
虽说通羽真人当年收自己为徒，肯定也是存有一些别的筹谋，但不管如何，他对自己不错。
Lin Xuan wasn't naturally cold-hearted; he remembered every detail of their past relationship and wouldn't stand idly by if anything happened to Tongyu Zhenren.
bì jìng dāng nián chū dào yōu zhōu ， zhèng shì zì jǐ zuì luò pò de shí hòu 。
毕竟当年初到幽州，正是自己最落魄的时候。
As thoughts raced through his mind, Lin Xuan didn’t rush into action. After all, the three were all at the Yuan婴 stage, so while the situation was dire, their lives weren’t immediately in danger. He would wait and see how things unfolded.
líng yào shān shǎo zhǔ de míng tóu ， yě wèi zì jǐ dài lái le bù shǎo hǎo chù 。
灵药山少主的名头，也为自己带来了不少好处。
Apart from Tongyu Zhenren, his two companions did not belong to Lingyao Mountain, and Lin Xuan had never seen them before.
lín xuān bìng fēi tiān xìng liáng báo ， xī rì de qíng fēn ， dōu hái jì de qīng qīng chǔ chǔ ， duì yú tōng yǔ zhēn rén de sǐ huó ” dāng rán bú huì xiù shǒu páng gù 。
林轩并非天性凉薄，昔日的情分，都还记得清清楚楚，对于通羽真人的死活”当然不会袖手旁顾。
The man on the left was an elderly woman with white hair, her face furrowed with worry, yet she moved gracefully. She excelled in nimble maneuvers but was a cultivator of yōu妖. Despite being an opponent, she didn't dare to engage in close combat against a late-stage Yuan婴. Instead, she wielded a staff shaped like a dragon's head and attacked from afar.
nǎo hǎi zhōng niàn tou zhuǎn guò ， dàn lín xuān yě méi yǒu jí zhe chū shǒu ， fǎn zhèng sān rén yě shì yuán yīng qī ， suī xíng shì wēi jí ， dàn xìng mìng zàn shí bìng méi yǒu wèn tí ， qiě kàn kàn qíng kuàng zài jué dìng xíng zhǐ 。
脑海中念头转过，但林轩也没有急着出手，反正三人也是元婴期，虽形势危急，但性命暂时并没有问题，且看看情况再决定行止。
"Namaste."
chú le tōng yǔ zhēn rén yǐ wài ， tā de liǎng gè tóng bàn ， bìng bù shǔ yú líng yào shān ， lín xuān yě cóng méi yǒu jiàn guò 。
除了通羽真人以外，他的两个同伴，并不属于灵药山，林轩也从没有见过。
The deep voice of the monk on the right echoed through Lin Xuan’s ears. He was about seventy years old but clean-shaven with a pale face. His cultivation level was only early-stage Yuan婴.
zuǒ biān zhī rén ， shì yī bái fà cāng cāng de lǎo fù ， zhòu méi mǎn miàn ， què shēn xíng líng huó ， shàn cháng xiǎo qiǎo téng nuó zhī shù ， jū rán shì yī xiū yāo zhě ， bù guò miàn duì yuán yīng hòu qī de lǎo guài wù ， tā yě bù gǎn chōng shàng qù jìn shēn ròu bó ， ér shì jì chū yī lóng tóu guǎi zhàng xíng zhuàng de bǎo wù ， zài yuǎn chù xiàng duì fāng pīn mìng gōng jī zhe 。
左边之人，是一白发苍苍的老妇，皱眉满面，却身形灵活，擅长小巧腾挪之术，居然是一修妖者，不过面对元婴后期的老怪物，她也不敢冲上去近身肉搏，而是祭出一龙头拐杖形状的宝物，在远处像对方拼命攻击着。
Sometimes, one's realm didn’t fully reflect their strength. This monk’s treasure was quite peculiar; most Buddhist cultivators used staffs, wooden fish, or prayer beads, but his weapon was a long spear emitting a faint blue glow.
“ ē mí tuó fó 。”
“阿弥陀佛。”
With swift movements, the monk’s combat prowess matched that of two middle-stage companions, and he wasn't just using his treasure; he also cast various spells. The spells weren’t ordinary elemental techniques but unique Buddhist powers.
hóng liàng de fó hào chuán rù ěr duǒ ， yòu biān zhī rén ， què shì yī lǎo sēng ， yuē yǒu qī shí yú suì nián jì ， què miàn bái wú xū 。
洪亮的佛号传入耳朵，右边之人，却是一老僧，约有七十余岁年纪，却面白无须。
Lin Xuan couldn’t help nodding in agreement. Although the Yuan婴 stage was no longer a concern for him, this monk's strength did indeed catch his attention. Daoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, and magic—according to legends from ancient times, there were dozens of cultivation schools. In the spirit realm, one could only guess their current state, but in the human world, only five remained, and even cultivators of yōu妖 were on the decline.
xiū wèi jǐn jǐn yuán yīng chū qī 。
修为仅仅元婴初期。
Only Daoists, Buddhist sects, Confucian scholars, and magic practitioners thrived. Indeed, there was a reason for this; these four schools were vast and profound. This monk might be at a lower realm, but he was still an extraordinary individual.
rán ér yǒu shí hòu ” jìng jiè yě bù yí dìng néng gòu wán quán shuō míng shí lì ， zhè lǎo sēng de bǎo wù yě fēi cháng qí tè ， bì jìng fó mén xiū xiān zhě ， yì bān dōu yòng chán zhàng ， mù yú ， niàn zhū de jū duō ， ér tā suǒ cāo zòng de ， què shì yī fàn zhe dàn lán sè guāng zé de zhǎng gē 。
然而有时候”境界也不一定能够完全说明实力，这老僧的宝物也非常奇特，毕竟佛门修仙者，一般都用禅杖，木鱼，念珠的居多，而他所操纵的，却是一泛着淡蓝色光泽的长戈。
However, even with their combined efforts, they couldn’t hold back the powerful foe. Despite some formidable techniques, the gap between them and late-stage Yuan婴 was too great to easily bridge.
zòng héng huī hé ， lǎo sēng suī shì yuán yīng chū qī ， dàn ruò lùn zhàn lì ， yì diǎn yě bù bǐ liǎng míng zhōng qī de tóng bàn xùn sè ， tā chú le cāo zòng bǎo wù ， bù shí hái yī dào dào fǎ jué dǎ chū ， shǐ yòng de yě bú shì pǔ tōng de wǔ xíng fǎ shù ， ér shì fó mén suǒ tè yǒu de shén tōng 。
纵横挥阖，老僧虽是元婴初期，但若论战力，一点也不比两名中期的同伴逊色，他除了操纵宝物，不时还一道道法诀打出，使用的也不是普通的五行法术，而是佛门所特有的神通。
"Friends of Daoism, why must you suffer for others' mistakes? I am here because I have a grudge against Tongyu Zhenren. If you help me extract his soul and essence, we can become allies. Even if you decide to leave now, I will not obstruct your path."
lín xuān yě bù yóu lián lián diǎn tóu ， suī rán yuán yīng qī zǎo yǐ bù fàng zài tā de yǎn lǐ ， dàn zhè lǎo sēng de shí lì ” què shí ràng rén cè mù ， zhèng mó rú fú ” jù shuō shàng gǔ zhī shí ， xiū xiān liú pài zú yǒu shù shí ， rú jīn líng jiè de qíng kuàng bù gǎn shuō ， rén jiè què jǐn shèng xià liáo liáo wǔ gè ” ér qiě xiū yāo zhě ， yě tóng yàng shì wēi le 。
林轩也不由连连点头，虽然元婴期早已不放在他的眼里，但这老僧的实力”确实让人侧目，正魔儒佛”据说上古之时，修仙流派足有数十，如今灵界的情况不敢说，人界却仅剩下寥寥五个”而且修妖者，也同样式微了。
The late-stage cultivator spoke sincerely, his words filled with temptation.
zhǐ shèng xià dào jiā 、 fú zōng 、 rú mén ， yǔ xiū mó zhě chāng shèng wú bǐ ， guǒ rán yǒu tā de dào lǐ ， zhè sì dà liú pài ， jiē bó dà jīng shēn yǐ jí ， yǎn qián de lǎo sēng suī jìng jiè shāo dī ， dàn yě suàn shì yī wèi qí rén yì shì 。
只剩下道家、佛宗、儒门，与修魔者昌盛无比，果然有他的道理，这四大流派，皆博大精深以极，眼前的老僧虽境界稍低，但也算是一位奇人异士。
The elderly woman and the monk exchanged hesitant glances. Although they had known Tongyu Zhenren for over a century, their relationship was merely that of ordinary friends. They wouldn’t sacrifice themselves for him but also couldn’t easily agree to the enemy’s proposal.
bù guò jí biàn rú cǐ ， sān rén hái shì dǐ dǎng bú zhù ， jiù suàn xiū liàn yǒu yī xiē lì hài fǎ shù ， kě yǔ yuán yīng hòu qī de chā jù ， gēn běn bú shì nà yàng qīng sōng jiù néng mí bǔ 。
不过即便如此，三人还是抵挡不住，就算修炼有一些厉害法术，可与元婴后期的差距，根本不是那样轻松就能弥补。
After all, they weren’t fools; who knew if this was a ruse to isolate them? If they believed it and fell into his trap, they would be digging their own graves.
“ liǎng wèi dào yǒu ， nǐ men hé kǔ zài zhè lǐ dài rén shòu guò ” lǎo fū nǎi shì yǔ zhè tōng yǔ zhēn rén yǒu chóu ， yào jiāng tā chōu hún liàn pò ， liǎng wèi wèi le tā ” yǔ běn rén zuò duì ， shí shǔ bù zhì ， rú guǒ liǎng wèi xiàn zài bà shǒu ， wǒ yuàn yì yǔ nǐ men huà dí wéi yǒu ， jí shǐ yào mǎ shàng lí kāi ， běn zūn yě jué bú huì zǔ lán 。”
“两位道友，你们何苦在这里代人受过”老夫乃是与这通羽真人有仇，要将他抽魂炼魄，两位为了他”与本人作对，实属不智，如果两位现在罢手，我愿意与你们化敌为友，即使要马上离开，本尊也绝不会阻拦。”
In the world of Daoism, there were no concepts like righteousness or benevolence. Breaking one's word was perfectly normal.
nà yuán yīng hòu qī de xiū xiān zhě ， shēng yīn chéng kěn de kāi kǒu le ， yǔ qì chōng mǎn zi yòu huò 。
那元婴后期的修仙者，声音诚恳的开口了，语气充满子诱惑。
Thus, they hesitated, unwilling to abandon Tongyu Zhenren but also unwilling to accept his offer.
bái fà lǎo kōu yǔ hé shàng tīng le ， liǎn shàng yě bù yóu de xiàn chū chóu chú zhī sè ， suī rán tā men yǔ tōng yǔ zhēn rén xiāng shí ， yǐ yǒu bǎi nián zhī jiǔ ， suàn dé shàng jiāo qíng shēn hòu ， dàn shuō dào dǐ ， xiū xiān zhě zì sī zì lì ， jiù suàn shì tóng mén shī xiōng dì ， hù xiāng chū mài yě bù xī qí ， gèng hé kuàng tā men zhǐ bù guò shì xún cháng de zhì jiāo hǎo yǒu ér yǐ 。
白发老抠与和尚听了，脸上也不由得现出踌躇之色，虽然他们与通羽真人相识，已有百年之久，算得上交情深厚，但说到底，修仙者自私自利，就算是同门师兄弟，互相出卖也不稀奇，更何况他们只不过是寻常的至交好友而已。
Tongyu Zhenren inwardly groaned. While this old man was indeed cunning and intelligent, his schemes couldn’t help him in such a situation.
dāng rán bú huì wèi le tōng yǔ ” ér jiāng zì jǐ de xìng mìng shě qù ” dàn liǎng rén yě bù gǎn suí yì dā yìng dí rén de tí yì 。
当然不会为了通羽”而将自己的性命舍去”但两人也不敢随意答应敌人的提议。
Tongyu Zhenren remained silent; at this moment, advising his companions not to desert him would only make things worse. It wouldn't change anything and might even backfire.
bì jìng tā men yòu bù shǎ ， tiān zhī dào duì fāng shuō de shì zhēn shì jiǎ ， wàn yī duì fāng zhè me shuō ， shì wèi le gè gè jī pò ， zì jǐ tīng xìn le ， qǐ bù shì zì jué fén mù ？
毕竟他们又不傻，天知道对方说的是真是假，万一对方这么说，是为了各个击破，自己听信了，岂不是自掘坟墓？
With the monk and elderly woman indecisive, their chances of survival diminished significantly. Once Tongyu was gone, they were defenseless, like fish on a chopping board, with no choice but to submit.
bì jìng zài xiū xiān jiè bù jiǎng jiū rén yì dào è dé ， shí yán ér féi shì zài zhèng cháng bù guò 。
毕竟在修仙界不讲究仁义道垩德，食言而肥是再正常不过。
After years of cultivation, who would willingly hand over their fate to others?
suǒ yǐ yī shí jiān ， tā men dào yě ná bù dìng zhǔ yì le 。
所以一时间，他们倒也拿不定主意了。
Instead, if they could work together, although the odds were slim, there might be a chance to escape if they caught the right moment.
tōng yǔ zhēn rén àn àn jiào kǔ ， píng xīn lái shuō ， zhè lǎo jiā huǒ kě shì chéng fǔ jí shēn de rén wù ， qí jiǎo huá duō zhì ， ràng lín xuān yě tàn wéi guān zhǐ 。
通羽真人暗暗叫苦，平心来说，这老家伙可是城府极深的人物，其狡猾多智，让林轩也叹为观止。
Weighing the pros and cons, they didn’t abandon Tongyu. However, this choice wasn't out of loyalty but because it was the most rational path for their own benefit.
kě piān piān zhè zhǒng shí kè ， zhì móu shì qǐ bú dào shén me zuò yòng de 。
可偏偏这种时刻，智谋是起不到什么作用的。
"Insane fools."
tōng yǔ bìng méi yǒu kāi kǒu ， zhè shí hòu chū yán quàn zǔ tóng bàn bú yào lí qì zì jǐ jué fēi zhèng què xuǎn zé ， nà zhǐ huì gèng xiǎn shì ruò ， bù jǐn qǐ bú dào yīng yǒu xiào guǒ ， nòng bù hǎo hái huì shì dé qí fǎn de 。
通羽并没有开口，这时候出言劝阻同伴不要离弃自己绝非正确选择，那只会更显示弱，不仅起不到应有效果，弄不好还会适得其反的。
Seeing his stratagem fail, the robed cultivator became furious: "Originally, I planned to let you live. Since you disregard my kindness, we will all die together."
lǎo jiě yǔ hé shàng ná bù dìng zhǔ yì ， yí dàn shǎo le tōng yǔ ， tā men jiāng zài méi yǒu huán shǒu zhī lì ， nà shí hòu jiù chéng le zhēn bǎn shàng de yú ， gāi héng qiè shù qiè dōu yóu bù dé zì jǐ 。
老姐与和尚拿不定主义，一旦少了通羽，他们将再没有还手之力，那时候就成了砧板上的鱼，该横切竖切都由不得自己。
Before he finished speaking, he raised both hands and pressed his index finger and thumb together. A roar filled Lin Xuan’s ears as flames engulfed his body.
hǎo bù róng yì cái xiū liàn dào yuán yīng qī ， shuí yòu yuàn yì jiāng mìng yùn zhǎng wò zài bié rén de shǒu lǐ 。
好不容易才修炼到元婴期，谁又愿意将命运掌握在别人的手里。
Despite the pain, a look of enjoyment crossed his face.
fǎn zhī ， sān rén rú guǒ néng gòu tóng xīn xié lì ， suī rán yī sī shèng suàn yě wú ， dàn zhǐ yào còu zhǔn shí jī ， táo zǒu hái shì yǒu jǐ fēn xī wàng dì 。
反之，三人如果能够同心协力，虽然一丝胜算也无，但只要凑准时机，逃走还是有几分希望地。
"How is this possible?" The elderly woman was shocked. She had assumed that the cultivator was only late-stage Yuan婴 and had already exhausted all her strength. Her judgment turned out to be wishful thinking.
quán héng lì bì ， liǎng rén bìng méi yǒu bèi qì tōng yǔ ， dāng rán ， zhī suǒ yǐ zhè yàng xuǎn zé ， kě bú shì yīn wèi jiāo qíng de yuán gù ， ér shì cóng lì gài de jiǎo dù ， wèi zì jǐ zhǎo chū de zhèng què zhī lù 。
权衡利弊，两人并没有背弃通羽，当然，之所以这样选择，可不是因为交情的缘故，而是从利盖的角度，为自己找出的正确之路。
The monk’s expression mirrored hers, but it was too late; he knew they would not escape unscathed.
“ bù zhī sǐ huó 。”
“不知死活。”
With a sigh, the monk raised his hands in prayer as his blue-glowing treasure flew back to protect him.
jiàn zì jǐ de fēn huà zhī jì méi yǒu xiào guǒ ， nà hóng páo xiū shì bù yóu de nǎo xiū chéng nù ：“ yuán běn zhǔn bèi fàng nǐ men yī tiáo shēng lù ， jì rán shì běn zūn de hǎo yì wèi wú wù ， nà jiù yì qǐ qù sǐ hǎo le 。”
见自己的分化之计没有效果，那红袍修士不由得恼羞成怒：“原本准备放你们一条生路，既然视本尊的好意为无物，那就一起去死好了。”
A deafening explosion echoed through the air. The wind fire wheel clashed with the long spear.
huà yīn wèi luò ， tā shuāng shǒu gāo gāo jǔ qǐ ， shí zhǐ yǔ mǔ zhǐ jǐn kòu ， hū de yī shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， shēn tǐ zhōu wéi ， dùn shí rán shāo qǐ le xióng xióng de huǒ ， jiāng qí zhěng gè shēn tǐ bāo guǒ ， rán ér tā de liǎn shàng háo wú tòng kǔ zhī sè ” fǎn ér shí fēn xiǎng shòu shì de 。
话音未落，他双手高高举起，食指与拇指紧扣，呼的一声传入耳朵，身体周围，顿时燃烧起了熊熊的火，将其整个身体包裹，然而他的脸上毫无痛苦之色”反而十分享受似的。
Though he managed to block the attack, the monk felt immense discomfort and spat out blood.
ér suí zhe nà huǒ yàn de chū xiàn ， tā de qì shì yě suí zhī biāo shēng le qǐ lái 。
而随着那火焰的出现，他的气势也随之飙升了起来。
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Lin Xuan muttered to himself. Given his personality, he didn't particularly enjoy meddling in others' affairs. However, the elderly man with a仙风道骨 appearance had some connection to him.
The two even shared a master-apprentice relationship.
This elder was the founder of Lingyao Mountain, Tongyu Zhenren.
A complex expression flashed across Lin Xuan's face as he couldn't believe such coincidences existed in this world. Memories from his past flooded back, and he still had feelings for Lingyao Mountain.
Although Tongyu Zhenren had taken him under his wing back then, it was likely with ulterior motives, but regardless, he treated Lin Xuan well. After all, when he first arrived in Youzhou, he was at his lowest point. The title of the young master of Lingyao Mountain brought him many benefits.
Lin Xuan wasn't naturally cold-hearted; he remembered every detail of their past relationship and wouldn't stand idly by if anything happened to Tongyu Zhenren.
As thoughts raced through his mind, Lin Xuan didn’t rush into action. After all, the three were all at the Yuan婴 stage, so while the situation was dire, their lives weren’t immediately in danger. He would wait and see how things unfolded.
Apart from Tongyu Zhenren, his two companions did not belong to Lingyao Mountain, and Lin Xuan had never seen them before.
The man on the left was an elderly woman with white hair, her face furrowed with worry, yet she moved gracefully. She excelled in nimble maneuvers but was a cultivator of yōu妖. Despite being an opponent, she didn't dare to engage in close combat against a late-stage Yuan婴. Instead, she wielded a staff shaped like a dragon's head and attacked from afar.
"Namaste."
The deep voice of the monk on the right echoed through Lin Xuan’s ears. He was about seventy years old but clean-shaven with a pale face. His cultivation level was only early-stage Yuan婴.
Sometimes, one's realm didn’t fully reflect their strength. This monk’s treasure was quite peculiar; most Buddhist cultivators used staffs, wooden fish, or prayer beads, but his weapon was a long spear emitting a faint blue glow.
With swift movements, the monk’s combat prowess matched that of two middle-stage companions, and he wasn't just using his treasure; he also cast various spells. The spells weren’t ordinary elemental techniques but unique Buddhist powers.
Lin Xuan couldn’t help nodding in agreement. Although the Yuan婴 stage was no longer a concern for him, this monk's strength did indeed catch his attention. Daoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, and magic—according to legends from ancient times, there were dozens of cultivation schools. In the spirit realm, one could only guess their current state, but in the human world, only five remained, and even cultivators of yōu妖 were on the decline.
Only Daoists, Buddhist sects, Confucian scholars, and magic practitioners thrived. Indeed, there was a reason for this; these four schools were vast and profound. This monk might be at a lower realm, but he was still an extraordinary individual.
However, even with their combined efforts, they couldn’t hold back the powerful foe. Despite some formidable techniques, the gap between them and late-stage Yuan婴 was too great to easily bridge.
"Friends of Daoism, why must you suffer for others' mistakes? I am here because I have a grudge against Tongyu Zhenren. If you help me extract his soul and essence, we can become allies. Even if you decide to leave now, I will not obstruct your path."
The late-stage cultivator spoke sincerely, his words filled with temptation.
The elderly woman and the monk exchanged hesitant glances. Although they had known Tongyu Zhenren for over a century, their relationship was merely that of ordinary friends. They wouldn’t sacrifice themselves for him but also couldn’t easily agree to the enemy’s proposal.
After all, they weren’t fools; who knew if this was a ruse to isolate them? If they believed it and fell into his trap, they would be digging their own graves.
In the world of Daoism, there were no concepts like righteousness or benevolence. Breaking one's word was perfectly normal.
Thus, they hesitated, unwilling to abandon Tongyu Zhenren but also unwilling to accept his offer.
Tongyu Zhenren inwardly groaned. While this old man was indeed cunning and intelligent, his schemes couldn’t help him in such a situation.
Tongyu Zhenren remained silent; at this moment, advising his companions not to desert him would only make things worse. It wouldn't change anything and might even backfire.
With the monk and elderly woman indecisive, their chances of survival diminished significantly. Once Tongyu was gone, they were defenseless, like fish on a chopping board, with no choice but to submit.
After years of cultivation, who would willingly hand over their fate to others?
Instead, if they could work together, although the odds were slim, there might be a chance to escape if they caught the right moment.
Weighing the pros and cons, they didn’t abandon Tongyu. However, this choice wasn't out of loyalty but because it was the most rational path for their own benefit.
"Insane fools."
Seeing his stratagem fail, the robed cultivator became furious: "Originally, I planned to let you live. Since you disregard my kindness, we will all die together."
Before he finished speaking, he raised both hands and pressed his index finger and thumb together. A roar filled Lin Xuan’s ears as flames engulfed his body.
Despite the pain, a look of enjoyment crossed his face.
"How is this possible?" The elderly woman was shocked. She had assumed that the cultivator was only late-stage Yuan婴 and had already exhausted all her strength. Her judgment turned out to be wishful thinking.
The monk’s expression mirrored hers, but it was too late; he knew they would not escape unscathed.
With a sigh, the monk raised his hands in prayer as his blue-glowing treasure flew back to protect him.
A deafening explosion echoed through the air. The wind fire wheel clashed with the long spear.
Though he managed to block the attack, the monk felt immense discomfort and spat out blood.
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