hotmtlnovel Chapter 292 If You're Going to Cultivate, Cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness 19
Chapter 292 If You're Going to Cultivate, Cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness 19
Ji Chaoxi sat silently to the side and began rummaging through the magic item bag again. It was full of healing magic items, but there were none that would allow her to safely descend.
She cautiously glanced into the abyss, but could not see the bottom at all.
Ji Chaoxi clutched her bundle, staring at the pitch-black expanse below. Her palms were sweating profusely.
That's so deep, what's the difference between that and jumping off a building to commit suicide?
"It's alright, if my leg is broken, my senior brother will heal it for me."
"If I die, my senior brother will protect me in hell..."
Ji Chaoxi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped directly into the void.
At that moment, the world seemed to stand still. A feeling of weightlessness kept coming over her, the wind howled in her ears as if it wanted to pierce her eardrums, and the cold air whipped wildly against her face. She couldn't even scream.
Just when Ji Chaoxi thought she was going to be smashed into mincemeat.
Suddenly, the sword in the abyss let out a sword cry. Just as she was being completely swallowed by the abyss, the sword caught Ji Chaoxi's falling body precisely in mid-air.
She kept her eyes tightly closed, but the impact she had imagined never came. A gentle force supported her waist, and the karmic fire emanating from her natal sword formed a protective shield, directly isolating the cold air and wind from the outside.
Ji Chaoxi sensed something was wrong. She cautiously opened her eyes and looked around. She was still falling, but everything outside was blocked out.
"The eldest brother's natal sword..."
She lay on the sword, completely bewildered. As she looked at the sword, tears streamed down her face again.
How come the eldest brother's sword is just as good as everyone else's? He loves saving people so much!
After landing, Ji Chaoxi rushed to Wen Shubai's side. When she saw Wen Shubai's appearance, her breath caught in her throat for a moment.
Most of his body was frozen to a deathly color by the cold poison, and the wounds torn by the dragon claws were so deep that the bone could be seen, and the blood that flowed out was frozen.
Ji Chaoxi tried out the magical artifacts for Wen Shubai one by one, desperately pouring spiritual power into them, hoping to dry the ice off Wen Shubai's body.
However, the chill in the abyss had accumulated over tens of thousands of years, and magical artifacts were utterly insignificant in the face of this power.
The miasma from the abyss permeated the air, but Ji Chaoxi was completely unaware of it.
"Fire Gathering Bead..."
Ji Chaoxi's face was extremely pale. She was so cold that she couldn't even cry. She could only feel her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
She felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and there was a sweet, fishy smell in the air. She gripped Wen Shubai's sleeve tightly, and her vision gradually blurred.
Ji Chaoxi laboriously placed the magic artifact on Wen Shubai's body. She tried to open her eyes, but her whole body went limp and she fell into a deep sleep.
Don't get into a flow state right now...
Fragments of magical artifacts were scattered all around the two of them. Wen Shubai's blood essence slowly flowed from his left shoulder, sticking to the magical artifacts on the ground.
Just then, streams of golden spiritual energy overflowed from the fragments, surrounding Ji Chaoxi and then flowing along their skin, which was pressed together, into Wen Shubai's meridians.
The cold wave kept surging in, the wind incessantly whipped at the skin, footprints left behind vanished in an instant, and a few faint breaths could be heard in the cold wind.
"Is this the right way? Do you even know the way?" The man with the triangular eyes had turned blue from the cold, and his lips were trembling.
The disciple at the front was also quite impatient. Holding the compass, he said, "How do I know if this is the right road? That's how the compass shows it."
Their ears were filled with the howling wind, the crystals on their eyelashes were frozen solid, and every breath they took felt like swallowing a knife.
They had been walking for a long time, but still couldn't find their way, and some of the disciples began to panic.
"We should have saved our senior brother. Maybe he could have taken us back when he woke up."
"Without our senior brother, we wouldn't be able to get out at all..."
Hearing the other disciples' self-deprecating words, the man with the triangular eyes sneered, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, we don't even know if Senior Brother is alive or dead! If you really think Senior Brother is omnipotent, then you might as well go back and find him now..."
The thought of the Ice Marrow Pill made his triangular eyes even more irritable: "What a wasted trip. I didn't see the Ice Marrow Pill and I got such a bad injury."
He frowned deeply, thinking of Ji Chaoxi's bag of magical artifacts. Could those items really be useful? After all, each one was quite valuable.
What if the senior brother really wakes up and keeps all the Ice Marrow Pill for himself...?
His face darkened at the thought.
He just fell into an abyss; whether he was dead or alive was unknown. He should have gone down to check.
The sword in the corner of the abyss suddenly hummed, and the miasma surrounding the two gradually dissipated.
Wen Shubai slowly opened his eyes. His vision was filled with dark red blood, which had seeped directly into his eyes.
He could no longer feel his body at this point; with each breath, the bones in his chest cavity made a grinding sound.
Feeling the weight on his chest, his voice became extremely hoarse.
"Junior Sister..."
Ji Chaoxi in his arms was as cold as ice. She kept her eyes tightly closed, clutching his clothes, and her eyelashes were covered with frost.
Wen Shubai knelt on the ground, letting her head rest in the crook of his arm. His right hand trembled as he condensed sword energy and crushed the pill.
He pulled the Ice Marrow Pill from the dragon's throat...
Wen Shubai was afraid of hurting her, but also afraid that she wouldn't be able to swallow it. His rough fingertips gently pressed against her teeth. He lowered his eyes, pried open her teeth, and probed deeply inside.
His wounds were still throbbing, and he breathed heavily as he fed her the pills little by little. He could feel the last bit of warmth from her mouth enveloping his fingertips.
Wen Shubai placed his other hand on her jawbone and gently stroked down her throat, over and over again.
Finally, as he pressed down with his fingertips, her throat moved, and she made a soft swallowing sound.
Wen Shubai finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When he fell into the abyss, he never thought anyone would come to save him. He was so badly injured that saving him would definitely implicate the other disciples.
Wen Shubai leaned against the stone wall, holding Ji Chaoxi tightly. He closed his eyes and forcefully activated his depleted dantian. A faint flame slowly seeped into her body through his palm.
Ji Chaoxi's body alternated between burning hot and freezing cold. She muttered anxiously, her hands flailing about unconsciously, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Wen Shubai gently coaxed her, his primordial spiritual power transforming into countless red threads that burrowed into her meridians, gently guiding the spiritual power within her body until it flowed into her dantian.