Chapter 1093: Chapter 1094: Tears of Farewell! (Update 1)
In the cave, it was dark and deep.
Mu Qianxue cradled Ling Feng, walking forward for about a hundred meters before seeing a small pool ahead, filled with spiritual energy, bubbling and frothing. Wisps of pure bloodline energy almost formed dragon-shaped mists above the pool’s surface.
The pool water was light red, seemingly like blood, with energy almost seeping out.
No wonder it was a Spiritual Pond that filled only once every five hundred years, and no wonder that Demon Emperor looked so pained.
Mu Qianxue carefully laid Ling Feng’s body flat by the pool, raised her jade hand, and gently caressed Ling Feng’s cheek, whispering softly as if in a dream, "Brother Ling, don’t worry, soon you won’t suffer like this anymore."
Ling Feng’s body bore countless deep scars to the bone, and with the side effects of using Chaos Rebirth, his cultivation had once again fallen below the Divine Origin Realm.
At this moment, Ling Feng’s breath was extremely weak, and if it weren’t for Zi Feng’s ability to share vitality and keep a breath in him, he would have long perished under the siege of the Nine Demon Emperors.
Even so, he was still as weak as a wisp, his life hanging by a thread, ready to die at any moment.
Mu Qianxue bit her delicate lip, first blushing as she removed the clothes from Ling Feng’s body and gently placed him into the Dragon Transformation Pond.
Then, she quickly doffed her own garments, gently entered the pool, and supported Ling Feng’s body, guiding the bloodline power from the Dragon Transformation Pond to heal his wounds.
Otherwise, the violent energy in the Dragon Transformation Pond, if it entered Ling Feng’s body unchecked, might likely take his life instead.
In such circumstances, Mu Qianxue could no longer care about a maiden’s shyness.
"Brother Ling, whatever it takes, I must save you!"
Mu Qianxue sat cross-legged behind Ling Feng, channeling all the energy into him, first adjusting his qi-blood, then clearing his qi veins, and, step by step, helping Ling Feng to restore his cultivation.
As time slowly passed by.
Two days later, Ling Feng’s complexion finally returned to a healthy glow, and his wounds completely healed under the miraculous effects of the Dragon Transformation Pond.
However, his cultivation did not return to its peak, only recovering to the First Level of the Divine Origin Realm.
And this had exhausted nearly all of Mu Qianxue’s energy.
Seeing Ling Feng’s breath gradually stabilize, Mu Qianxue finally breathed a sigh of relief, lifted Ling Feng out of the water, dressed him, and then carried him out of the cave.
Outside the cave, Yee Weiyang waited idly at the entrance. Seeing Mu Qianxue emerge, she couldn’t help but sigh softly, "Holy Daughter, you actually infused your Divine Blood into this guy’s body, was it worth it?"
"As long as it’s for him, it’s worth it."
Mu Qianxue’s expression was very indifferent, not paying much attention to Yee Weiyang, and just carried Ling Feng as she gradually walked away.
"Ha... how ironic, after all, in some sense, you belong to me."
Yee Weiyang shook her head, gently rubbed her right eye, and muttered to herself, "No one can escape their destiny; I can’t escape, and neither can you. Everything this eye sees, one event after another, hasn’t it all become reality?"
"Destiny is unchangeable!"
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After leaving the Dragon Transformation Pond, Mu Qianxue carried Ling Feng to the Purple Dragon Hall.
In these two days, the Dark Dragon Palace had undergone great upheaval. After all, with the death of one of the Eight Great Dragon Envoys, the Red Dragon Envoy, someone needed to replace the position naturally.
At this time, the Demon Emperor of the Dark Dragon shut himself off, presumably before Mu Qianxue and the others left, this Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan would not be willing to appear again.
It makes sense; after all, the Demon Emperor of the Dark Dragon is still an emperor, yet had to bow and scrape before two juniors, how embarrassing, how frustrating.
"Xue..."
Seeing Mu Qianxue appear again, Bai Su’s emotions were complex, but she quickly realized the disparity in their statuses, hurriedly bowed, and greeted Mu Qianxue, "Holy Daughter!"
Mu Qianxue took a deep breath, ever since she transformed from Mu Qianxue to the Holy Daughter of the Jiuli Clan, everything was destined to be different.
Even this Master no longer dared to call her "Xue’er," but coldly, Holy Daughter.
Mu Qianxue’s face showed no emotion at all, just nodded slightly, and said slowly, "Master, thank you for your care during my time in the Holy Hall."
"You... still call me Master?"
Bai Su looked at Mu Qianxue in surprise, almost not believing her ears.
"No matter what, you taught me many things."
Mu Qianxue looked deeply at Bai Su and slowly said, "Master, I must go now, and Brother Ling, he should almost wake up as well. During this time, I entrust you to take care of him, this is a small token of my gratitude."
Saying this, Mu Qianxue lightly tapped Bai Su’s forehead, and a brilliant Demon Cultivators Method instantly integrated into Bai Su’s mind.
After a long time, a hint of shock flashed in Bai Su’s eyes as she looked at Mu Qianxue in surprise, "This... this is..."
"Consider it a thank you for your teachings during this time."
Mu Qianxue smiled faintly; she could feel that Bai Su’s feelings toward her were not fake but genuine mentorship.
This mentor-apprentice bond was one of the few warm memories in her heart.
"I must go."
Mu Qianxue looked deeply at Ling Feng, gently pushing him to Bai Su’s side, gritting her teeth, and said, "Master, I entrust Brother Ling to you, I believe, once he wakes up, he will leave the Dark Dragon Palace. Before he leaves, I hope no one makes things difficult for him."
"I believe no one would dare to make trouble for him, right."
Bai Su took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn’t help but ask, "Xue... Xue’er, why don’t you wait for him to wake up? Tell him everything?"
"And what then, once he wakes up."
Mu Qianxue clenched her pink fists, shook her head, and said, "That would only make me waver more, even more reluctant to leave."
Tears slid down her cheeks, Mu Qianxue looked at the still unconscious Ling Feng, pursed her lips, gritting her teeth, and said, "Brother Ling, take care. Xiao Xue won’t be able to stay by your side anymore; you must take good care of yourself, haha, and Sister Yan’er, I think, she will surely take good care of you."
"Brother Ling, Xiao Xue, is really leaving!"
Mu Qianxue’s delicate body trembled slightly, she clenched her fists tightly, resolutely turned around, and dared not look back at Ling Feng again.
Each look back only added to her hesitation and reluctance.
"Master, tell Xue’er not to come looking for me, only if he... might occasionally remember Xue’er, that would be enough. No... no longer remember me, never remember me again!"
The voice, sobbing and hoarse, almost shouted out, and after saying the last words, Mu Qianxue fled, rushing out of the great hall, and with Yee Weiyang, who had been waiting outside, soared into the sky.
Their speed was unmatched; in the blink of an eye, they transformed into a star, disappearing into the horizon.
Perhaps in the future, their destinies would never intersect again.