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Qu Si Yang held the unconscious Xuan Yang tightly, her body trembling slightly as endless terror and helplessness filled her eyes. She resembled a frightened fawn, anxiously glancing around, her heart brimming with fear of the unknown danger.
The air around them felt as if it had solidified, heavy enough to make breathing nearly impossible. Each heartbeat echoed like a hammer striking a massive drum, producing a dull and oppressive sound that made her chest feel tight and her breaths shallow.
The figures in black, akin to Evil Spirits crawling out from the depths of darkness, exuded a strong, nauseating scent of blood and an eerie aura of death.
They approached Qu Si Yang and Xuan Yang slowly and steadily, each step deliberate. Despite their footsteps being as light as a cat's, in the deathly silence of the surroundings, those faint sounds acted like a death knell, tightening Qu Si Yang's heart with every step they took.
"What should I do? What can I do? Xuan Yang, please wake up!" Qu Si Yang's voice grew hoarse from extreme anxiety, tinged with a clear hint of tears.
Tears shimmered in her beautiful eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment, yet she bit down hard on her lip, desperately holding back the urge to cry. She understood that at this moment, crying would solve nothing; only by staying strong could she hope to protect the unconscious Xuan Yang beside her.
Just when it seemed all hope was lost, a blue light suddenly appeared before Qu Si Yang, like lightning cutting through the darkness.
"What is this..." Qu Si Yang widened her eyes in disbelief.
A figure stood before her, tall and upright like a pine tree, placing itself between her and Xuan Yang and those cloaked figures.
That figure, that presence was so familiar that it brought a slight sense of calm to Qu Si Yang's racing heart.
"Xuan... Xuan Qing? Is it really you?" Qu Si Yang's voice trembled with surprise, uncertainty, and disbelief.
Xuan Qing did not respond but merely cast a cold glance at the encroaching figures in black. His gaze was as chilling as ancient ice, sending shivers down their spines.
He slowly extended his hand, the movement gentle as if caressing a lover's cheek. But in the next moment, an invisible force erupted like a tempest, sending the black-cloaked men flying against the distant wall with a dull thud.
"Thud, thud..." The black-cloaked men fell to the ground like heaps of tattered burlap sacks. Some twitched a few times before falling silent, while others groaned in pain, the scene utterly tragic.
The Leader of the Black Cloaked Men, a burly man with a grotesque scar across his face, was now filled with terror. His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Xuan Qing, as if he had seen a monster.
"Who... who are you?" His voice was sharp with fear, like a rusty saw scraping against nerves.
Xuan Qing ignored him, turning instead to Qu Si Yang. In his cold gaze, there was an unexpected hint of tenderness.
"Take him away from here, quickly." His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority.
Qu Si Yang nodded. She understood that this was not the time for questions; she needed to hurry and get Xuan Yang out of this dangerous place.
Carefully, she picked up Xuan Yang and turned to run toward the exit of the square.
Xuan Qing stood still, watching Qu Si Yang and Xuan Yang's retreating figures. A complex light flickered in his eyes—concern, reluctance, and a faint sense of relief.
"Shadow, in the end, you still lost," he murmured softly, his tone laced with mockery and disdain, as if speaking to the air or addressing some hidden enemy lurking in the shadows.
Then he turned back to face the fallen black-cloaked men. His gaze grew cold again, like the arrival of death itself.
"You all must die!" His voice resonated like a judgment from hell, each word dripping with murderous intent.
The Leader of the Black Cloaked Men was terrified beyond measure. He struggled to rise, mumbling incoherently in a plea for mercy: "Please... don’t kill me... I..."
But it was already too late.
Xuan Qing's figure moved like a ghost among the black-clad men, his speed astonishing. With each strike, he took a life.
"Thud!" One black-clad man's throat was slit, blood gushing out like blooming flowers of crimson.
"Crack!" Another black-clad man's neck was twisted, his head hanging at an unnatural angle.
"Ah!" A black-clad man was punched through the chest, his heart brutally ripped out, still beating in the air.
Blood splattered everywhere, and screams echoed continuously; the entire square had turned into a bloody slaughterhouse.
The Leader of the Black Cloaked Men was so terrified that he lost control of himself, scrambling to escape this hellish place. However, a cold hand gripped his neck.
"You... you can't kill me... I'm one of Shadow Lord's people..." he stammered, his eyes filled with despair.
"Shadow? Ha! He can't even save himself." Xuan Qing sneered, tightening his grip. With a sickening crack, the Leader of the Black Cloaked Men’s neck snapped, his head drooping to the side, eyes wide open in death.
In an instant, all the black-clad men lay dead on the ground, their corpses in horrific states, not a single survivor left.
Xuan Qing stood in the center of the square, covered in blood, like a Shura returned from hell. His gaze was hollow and numb, as if slaughter had become a part of his existence.
He looked up at the sky, a flicker of loneliness passing through his eyes, mingled with confusion and deep helplessness.
"Xuan Yang, I hope you can take control of your own fate and not repeat my mistakes," he murmured softly, his voice tinged with resignation and a sigh, as if speaking to Xuan Yang or perhaps to himself.
Then, his figure gradually disappeared into the air, as if he had never existed, leaving behind a ground strewn with corpses and a heavy stench of blood.
Qu Si Yang held Xuan Yang tightly and ran frantically until she reached a hidden cave.
Gently, she laid Xuan Yang down on the ground and sat against the cave wall, beginning to tend to his wounds.
"Ha... ha..." Qu Si Yang gasped for breath, beads of sweat covering her forehead, her clothes soaked through.
She looked at the unconscious Xuan Yang, her eyes filled with worry and heartache.
"Xuan Yang, you must be okay. You can't be in trouble," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
Xuan Yang's injuries were severe; his internal organs had suffered serious damage. If it weren't for Qu Si Yang's strong healing abilities, he would have likely succumbed long ago.
After some time spent treating him, Xuan Yang's condition finally stabilized, but there were still no signs of him waking up.
Qu Si Yang stayed by Xuan Yang's side, not leaving for a moment. Her eyes were fixed on him, afraid to miss the moment he would awaken.
Suddenly, Xuan Yang's body began to emit a faint golden light.
"What is this..." Qu Si Yang exclaimed in surprise, quickly stepping back a few paces and watching Xuan Yang warily.
The golden light grew stronger, eventually illuminating the entire cave as if it were daytime.
In the golden glow, Xuan Yang's body slowly rose, floating in mid-air. He kept his Dual Eyes tightly shut, his face devoid of any expression, resembling a statue—sacred and solemn.
Suddenly, his Dual Eyes snapped open, a golden light flashing within them, like two brilliant stars.
He looked at Qu Si Yang, a faint smile curving his lips. That smile was warm and bright, like sunlight breaking through the clouds.
"I'm fine," he said softly. His voice was weak yet filled with strength.
Seeing Xuan Yang awake, Qu Si Yang's heart soared with joy. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, she threw herself into Xuan Yang's arms, holding him tightly as she burst into tears.
"Woo… Xuan Yang, you’re finally awake! You scared me to death! I thought… I thought you…” She cried, gasping for breath as she spoke in broken sentences.
Xuan Yang gently patted Qu Si Yang's back, comforting her. "Silly girl, how could anything happen to me? I'm the man who will protect you for a lifetime."
He gazed at Qu Si Yang, his eyes filled with tenderness and love. In that moment, she was the only one in his heart.
"Thank you, Si Yang," he said softly. "Thank you for always being by my side, never leaving me."
Qu Si Yang lifted her head to look at Xuan Yang, her eyes brimming with happiness and emotion. She shook her head and replied, "Xuan Yang, I won’t allow you to say that. Everything I do for you is what I should do."
Xuan Yang looked at Qu Si Yang with love in his eyes. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.
"Si Yang," he whispered.
The two embraced tightly as if trying to melt into each other. In that moment, time seemed to stand still; the whole world faded away until only the two of them remained.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in Xuan Yang's mind—a familiar yet strange voice.
“Xuan Yang, you’re awake,” a voice said.
Xuan Yang was startled and quickly asked, “Is that you, Father? Where are you?”
“I am Xuan Qing,” the voice replied.
“Xuan Qing?” Xuan Yang was taken aback. “My father is Xuan Qing.”
“I am not your father; I am Xuan Qing,” Xuan Qing interrupted. “I exist in another form.”
“Another form? What do you mean?” Xuan Yang asked, confused.
“I am now just a Remnant Soul, attached to your Golden Finger, existing alongside you,” Xuan Qing explained.
“Golden Finger? What is my Golden Finger?” Xuan Yang was even more puzzled; he had never known he had a Golden Finger.
“Your Golden Finger is the Shadow Puppet,” Xuan Qing replied. “It allows you to manipulate shadows, summon the Puppet Master, and possess great power.”
“I see,” Xuan Yang realized. He recalled using the power of shadows during his trials; that was his Golden Finger.
“But why are you attached to my Golden Finger? What is your purpose?” Xuan Yang asked, skeptical that Xuan Qing would help him without reason.
“Because I need your help,” Xuan Qing answered. “I need you to assist me in completing something very important.”
“What is it?” Xuan Yang inquired.
"I need you to help me with the Resurrection Statue," Xuan Qing replied, her voice tinged with seriousness.
"The Resurrection Statue?" Xuan Yang was taken aback. "Why do you need the Resurrection Statue? What’s so special about that statue?"
"Because it seals my power within it, the power that belongs to the Puppet Master," Xuan Qing explained. "Only with the Resurrection Statue can I restore my strength and completely eliminate the shadows."
"But is there a cost to the Resurrection Statue? Is there any danger involved?" Xuan Yang asked, not wanting to pay a painful price for the Resurrection Statue.
"Of course there is," Xuan Qing answered. "The cost of the Resurrection Statue is your life, or rather, a part of you."
Xuan Yang fell silent.
He was unsure whether to agree to Xuan Qing. On one hand, he wanted to help her eliminate the shadows; on the other hand, he did not want to sacrifice his own life.
"Xuan Yang, you don't need to worry," Xuan Qing seemed to sense his hesitation and comforted him. "I won't let you die. I will protect you; at least, I will do my best."
"Really?" Xuan Yang asked, still feeling uneasy.
"Really," Xuan Qing assured him. "I will guide you and tell you what to do. I will protect you with all my might."
Xuan Yang looked at Qu Si Yang, his eyes filled with affection and reluctance. He didn't know how to choose.
"Si Yang, I..." he began, but words failed him.
"Xuan Yang, I believe in you," Qu Si Yang interrupted him, gripping his hand tightly, her eyes filled with determination. "No matter what decision you make, I will support you. I will always be by your side."
Xuan Yang looked at Qu Si Yang, his eyes filled with gratitude and emotion. He knew that Qu Si Yang was his strongest support.
"Thank you, Si Yang," he said softly.
Then he turned his gaze to the void, determination filling his eyes; he had made a decision.
"Xuan Qing, I promise you," he declared loudly, "I will help you with the Resurrection Statue. No matter the cost, I am willing to pay it."
"Good! You truly are the one I chose," Xuan Qing's voice was filled with reassurance. "Very well, Xuan Yang, I will guide you. I will tell you how to proceed. Together, we will eliminate the shadows and save this world."
Suddenly, the cave began to shake violently, debris falling from above as if it were about to collapse.
"What’s happening? Is it an earthquake?" Qu Si Yang exclaimed, gripping Xuan Yang's hand tightly, fearing he might leave her side.
"It’s the shadows," Xuan Qing's voice was grave. "They are coming. They have discovered us, and we must leave here quickly."
"But where can we go? His minions are everywhere," Xuan Yang said, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over him. Faced with the powerful shadows, he didn’t know what to do.
"Follow me. I know a place where we can temporarily evade the shadows' pursuit," Xuan Qing instructed. "But we must hurry; time is running out."
"Alright!" Xuan Yang nodded. He picked up Qu Si Yang and followed Xuan Qing's lead, running deeper into the cave.
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