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Many elders sighed softly, lamenting the abundant resources of the Demon Realm. Even a casual pioneer possessed an understanding of the laws of existence.
Song Maoyan's eyes flickered, sensing something strange. As a deity-level cultivator, he could tell that the demon was merely at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. With such cultivation, how could one comprehend the laws? It was unheard of! Or perhaps there was something more to it.
He couldn't make sense of it and decided to stop pondering. The most pressing matter now was to figure out how to rescue that brat Qi Xiao.
Real Master Qingxu slightly opened his eyes, a sharp glint evident within. If what that female demon said was true—that waiting meant death and not waiting also meant death—then what choice did they have? Qi Xiao would inevitably face death sooner or later; it would be better for them to break open the lotus flower.
The elders showed signs of wavering. Li Jinyuan, in a moment of urgency, wanted to persuade him to stop but was halted by Song Maoyan.
The implication from the Real Master was that there was more at stake?
Qingxu nodded, indicating that he meant to take a gamble. The demon had just warned them; perhaps it was a deliberate illusion meant to obscure their true chance for survival.
Elder Chang's eyes shifted as he suddenly brightened up. This reasoning held merit; the demon's words might not be trustworthy, and perhaps rescuing Qi Xiao right now was indeed the correct choice.
Since these were disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, with two elders expressing their stance, others felt they could not voice any objections.
Only Li Jinyuan and Song Maoyan appeared conflicted. On one hand, they found Real Master Qingxu's suggestion reasonable; on the other hand, they couldn't help but wonder—what if the demon's words were true?
What if they were? If they acted now, wouldn't they be cutting off their only chance for survival?
As the Xiaoyao Sect elders prepared to take action, Li Jinyuan clenched his fists tightly and took a deep breath before resolutely turning away.
Song Maoyan also inhaled deeply and stood beside him. The two listened to the violent explosions behind them, their fingertips trembling slightly.
"Master Li, I've never felt this tense before."
"Nor have I," came the reply.
Qi Xiao was just about to take action when he noticed a violent tremor around him, as if the entire flower had been struck by something forceful. Outside, there were continuous booming sounds; the flower quivered, and he even faintly heard cracking noises.
Could it be that those elders had driven away that female demon and were coming specifically to rescue him?
With this thought in mind, Qi Xiao's eyes brightened, and he felt a surge of motivation. Ignoring everything else, he began to chant softly, and with a slight tremor, the long sword in his hand emitted a brilliant white light, hovering before the two of them.
As Qi Xiao's gestures changed continuously, the light from the long sword flickered, splitting into two, then four. In just a few breaths, several long swords appeared around him. With a shout filled with spiritual energy, the swords flew out one after another, further scattering the already tattered flowers.
In an instant, countless streams of black mist surged from the surrounding darkness. They swirled around Qi Xiao and his companion, some even shooting out above their heads.
Noticing the light above them, Qi Xiao felt a surge of joy. He shook the shoulder of the young Taoist in white robes and pulled him to fly out together.
What were these black mists? They were neither human nor ghostly; how could they even exist?
Realizing what was happening, Master Qingxu gazed for a moment with a pained expression before letting out a soft sigh. The Worrying Lotus had absorbed the souls of the deceased; these must be fragments of their spirits.
Wrapped in demonic energy, various emotions of pain and fear attracted each other, causing them to entangle tightly together, resulting in their current form. The tragic state of Jing City could also be seen through the faces screaming and struggling within this black mist.
There were even several elders among the swirling black mist, where a crisp child's voice could be heard. The innocent faces were filled with tears but twisted by fear and pain into grotesque expressions.
"Save me! Why won't you save me? I want you all to die!" Among them was a frail old man shouting alongside a resentful woman about to give birth.
Witnessing these scenes, many elders turned away with pained expressions and used their swords and spells to eradicate the suffering spirits.
Half an hour later, the black mist was completely eliminated. The Worrying Lotus on the ground had been struck down by their combined efforts and instinctively released many small lotus flowers that spread throughout the city, attempting to absorb the scattered soul fragments to replenish itself. However, they were swiftly eradicated by numerous elders working together.
A great fire blazed as the enormous Worrying Lotus turned to ashes. With its demise, the remaining vines and small lotus flowers also turned to ash in an instant and fell to the ground.
Finally, this matter could come to an end. The heads and elders breathed a sigh of relief. They dispatched some people to search for survivors in the city while others went to find the location of the rift based on what Qi Xiao had said.
Elder Chang decided to keep Qi Xiao and Ji Linglong behind out of concern. Elder Huang also remained at the scene.
So many people, one more won't make a difference. But you, having spent some time in the Worrying Lotus, I wonder how your body is doing. Let me take a look first.
How's the situation?
Qi Xiao felt that his body was perfectly fine. If there was anything unusual, it was just within the Worrying Lotus. He saw that his spirit was in a state of dissolution, which made him somewhat worried.
Elder Huang listened and examined him thoroughly before finally reaching a conclusion.
There’s nothing major wrong. You didn’t stay inside for too long, and your spirit is naturally stronger than most. After this, I’ll prescribe a few formulas to solidify your spirit. Just take them regularly.
By the way, Elder Huang, there’s one more thing.
Qi Xiao coughed lightly and nudged the white-clad child beside him.
Since they came out, this white-clad child had been silent, with his head lowered as if lost in thought, showing no signs of the arrogance he had displayed before.
Shouldn’t he be happy to be out?
Elder Huang, this senior has been inside for quite a while. Could you please check if there’s anything wrong with him?
Upon hearing the term "senior," Elder Huang raised an eyebrow and scrutinized the child closely.
Hmm, the erosion of his spirit is quite severe; recovery isn’t guaranteed and will depend on luck.
If he can encounter some high-quality heavenly materials or treasures for long-term nourishment, perhaps he could barely elevate his realm a bit.
After Elder Huang rambled on about various things, he turned his gaze to the child's face. The child appeared dazed at first, then suddenly trembled, revealing an expression of disbelief.
Y-you are...
Hmm?
Is this an encounter with an old acquaintance?
Qi Xiao and Ji Linglong both leaned in curiously.
The child let out a soft sigh as he looked at Elder Huang, his eyes filled with a hint of melancholy.
Brother Huang, it’s been so long! I hope you’ve been well.
Brother?
This little bean actually calls Elder Huang "Brother"?
Elder Huang has a junior brother?
I don’t know; I’ve never heard of it.
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