bdsm-fiction 671. Search and rescue failed.
671. Search and rescue failed.
A three-foot-long, ethereal sword appeared in Jiang Yunyan's hand. The sword was slender and light, with a hazy blue luster. It was with this sword that she had made a name for herself on the Central Continent.
Having advanced to the Five-Star Dou Sheng realm, there were very few people in Zhongzhou who could rival her. Tonight, it was clearly a perfect opportunity for her sword to be unleashed, and a clear, chilling sword intent quietly spread out.
A sword shrouded in mist and clouds, its very appearance astounds the world!
A glint of light suddenly flashed in Ling Haonan's murky yet unusually bright eyes, as if a final burst of light before death, carrying a hint of approval and relief.
"What excellent sword intent!"
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"Little sister!"
"The Fairy of Clouds and Mist?"
After Jiang Yunyan and Ling Haonan finished their duel, two fiery red figures rushed over like two streaks of fire: Huo Yi, an elder of the Yan Clan, and Huo Xuan, a young prodigy.
Upon seeing her cousin's figure, Huo Zhi's long-held tension suddenly eased, and a sense of both weariness from her wandering and a feeling of security welled up within her. However, this sense of peace lasted only a moment, as immense grief and worry quickly overwhelmed her. The image of that person who had disappeared to protect the Pill Tower, and indirectly, her, lingered in her mind.
Huo Yi's gaze swept quickly across the chaotic battlefield. Seeing that Huo Zhi had only suffered a minor impact and was otherwise unharmed, he felt somewhat relieved. He then took the initiative to ask Jiang Yunyan, "Fairy Yunyan, what happened in Saint Pill City tonight?"
"The Spirit Clan attempted to seize the Pill Tower but ultimately failed. I just beheaded the Supreme Elder, Ling Haonan."
She did not retract the Cloud Smoke Sword in her hand; a faint yet chilling sword aura lingered on its three-foot-long blade.
Upon hearing this, Huo Yi, though somewhat aware of the situation, was still shocked by these simple words. The Central Continent had been peaceful for too long; though undercurrents surged among the imperial clans, they maintained a facade of restraint. Among the many imperial clans, the Spirit Clan had always been relatively weak and had a low profile. He truly hadn't expected that the Spirit Clan, whom he had initially thought merely wished to withdraw from the world, would have such a voracious appetite, wanting to devour the entire Pill Tower!
"Where are the Eldar now?"
"Let's go, otherwise why would we wait for Elder Huo Yi to come and arrest us?"
Upon hearing this, Huo Yi knew that Jiang Yunyan looked down on him to some extent. However, all respect was based on strength, and it was clear that what he lacked most in front of Jiang Yunyan was strength.
Jiang Yunyan frowned almost imperceptibly, her cool gaze fixed on the distant horizon: "The ancient clans have come too. This is getting more and more boring."
Jiang Yunyan then ignored Huo Yi and Huo Xuan's reactions and led Zi Yan and Lei Jingxiao down to meet them. At this time, most of Xiao Yan's original group were still reeling from the news of Xiao Yan's demise. Huo Yun Patriarch and Mu Yaoyin were currently searching for Xiao Yan's whereabouts with all their might. Little Fairy Doctor, already in poor health due to her pregnancy, had still expended considerable energy despite not directly participating in the battle most of the night. Furthermore, the emotional turmoil from witnessing Xiao Yan's death had caused her to faint, and she was being held in Mu Qingluan's arms.
Jiang Yunyan's gaze immediately fell on the unconscious Little Fairy Doctor. This woman, who had once walked alongside Xiao Yan in the Sound Valley and was now pregnant, stirred a genuine pity in Jiang Yunyan's usually cold eyes. She didn't dislike Xiao Yan, and seeing her beloved in such a state, she couldn't bear it. She moved gracefully and silently to Mu Qingluan's side, and with a flick of her wrist, a herb with a warm, purple glow and a strange, cool aura appeared between her fingers. This was the "Spirit-Nourishing Purple Cloud Grass," unique to the Eastern Territory of the Continent, remarkably effective in stabilizing the mind and soothing intense emotional trauma. She didn't speak, but gently brought the herb to the vicinity of Little Fairy Doctor's pale nose.
In an instant, wisps of soft, elegant purple light, like a cool stream, quietly entered Little Fairy Doctor's body with her breath. The chaotic energy surging from her anger seemed to be gently soothed and calmed by an invisible hand, and her tense body gradually relaxed. Although she was still in a deep coma, the extreme pain between her brows had greatly diminished.
"She's a poor child, let her get some sleep first." Jiang Yunyan's voice was still cold, but it had a rare touch of human warmth in it, like a sigh.
Little Fairy Doctor's pain is definitely more profound than anyone else's right now. It's much better for her to sleep peacefully than to be immersed in the emotions of losing Xiao Yan.
"Aunt Yan, is there really no way to help my brother?" Lei Jingxiao's burning eyes were fixed on Jiang Yunyan, bloodshot. At this moment, he still couldn't believe that Xiao Yan had fallen.
Jiang Yunyan gazed into Lei Jingxiao's eyes, which were filled with stubbornness, hope, and deep fear. Those eyes reminded her of herself long ago, when she lost a loved one and felt equally helpless yet unwilling to give up. A soft spot deep within her heart was gently touched, but at this moment, it was even more impossible for her to comfort Lei Jingxiao.
"If I were still here at the time, maybe there would still be a way. He faced a blow from a Dou Sheng and so much time had passed. Even a god couldn't save him."
"No, Young Master will never perish like that!" A clear yet exceptionally firm voice rang out; it was Qu Qinglin who spoke.
"You don't understand the young master. No matter how dangerous the situation, I believe he will definitely come back!"
"Junior brother, quickly find a way to contact the old man. We refuse to believe that Old Xiao doesn't have some trump card to save his life. As long as we can find his remnant soul, there's still hope!"
"Yes, I believe in my senior brother too!"
"Even if we have to turn the Pill Tower upside down, we must find Xiao Yan!"
"Let's all get moving! There's definitely a way! There's definitely a way!" Lei Jingxiao was exhausted, but he seemed completely tireless. Jiang Yunyan didn't interrupt Lei Jingxiao's seemingly foolish actions. She chose to remain silent, tacitly approving of his seemingly meaningless behavior, which was the only source of mental support he could grasp at this moment.
After realizing what was happening, the experts and powerful figures of the Pill Tower also began searching for Xiao Yan.
Xuan Yi was relatively weak and had not yet recovered from the influence of the Spirit Clan, but immense bitterness and self-blame continued to assault her heart.
"Yao Chen, if you return to find that your disciple has perished while saving me, how grief-stricken will you be?"
Tonight, so much has happened in Danta, so much has been sacrificed, and countless emotions mingled and intertwined on those ruins. The night is slowly fading, but the darkness that belongs to humanity is far from over…