I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 198 - 125: The Oblivious Blockhead (Seeking Subscriptions)_2

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The shaman’s expression shifted and he burst out yelling, "Lè!"

The lurking bird behind him, formed from the might of heaven and earth and the Blood Seal on his body, thrust its sharp beak downwards in an attempt to block the slash.

However, this slash seemed like an ice blade bursting forth from the frigid depths of an icy purgatory.

The fierce, chilling Sword Energy, carrying the intent to annihilate all living beings, pierced through the bird’s phantom image without sound or trace.

It cleaved through in one swift motion!

At the same time, Ling Yinrong extended two fingers with her other hand, shooting out golden Sword Qi along the torn beak, cutting through the vast sky.

In the blink of an eye, the shaman’s presence was extinguished, frozen still in his place, unmoving.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan, enduring the severe pain in his back, took hold of Ling Yinrong and fled with long, hurried strides.

The pursuing shaman and other Barbarian Warriors closely followed, with arrows and spears whistling past.

After everything had settled down.

Outside the cave, a figure quietly emerged.

Lu Zhao looked in the direction Chen Yuan had fled, his eyes slightly grim.

"What on earth has happened within ’Hidden Dragon’?"

"Why did the leader have me reveal the master’s location to the Southern Barbarians?"

"The previous order was to support him wholeheartedly..."

After some thought, Lu Zhao still couldn’t understand.

Then he glanced at the three Barbarian corpses on the ground and followed the tracks they had left.

Night quickly fell, and the light rain from the sky turned into a downpour.

Not only did it darken the forest dense with giant trees, but it also obliterated all scent and traces.

The Barbarian Warriors chasing Chen Yuan roared in frustration but could only seek shelter.

Despite their familiarity with the Southern Barbarian territory and the assistance of snakes, insects, and fierce beasts, it was difficult to pursue others in the rain at night.

Moreover, the nighttime forest was when demons were most active, with their low roars occasionally shaking the woodland.

In such conditions, even these experienced Barbarians dared not venture too deep into the forest.

The shaman wearing a bronze beast head mask commanded the surrounding Barbarian Warriors in their native tongue, then settled under a tree to rest.

Afterward, four Barbarian Warriors dispersed to stand guard in four different directions.

Another Barbarian Warrior returned the way they came, his rough face brimming with murderous intent.

"Wei people, all deserve to die!"

Lu Zhao silently bypassed them, continuing to chase after Chen Yuan and others using the Secret Technique unique to Wuliang Mountain, not particularly hiding their traces, leaving behind some True Yuan energy.

As one of the ’Hidden Dragon Seed’, his early experiences taught him that some things should not be done half-heartedly – indecision could cost lives.

Lu Zhao understood that in this moment, he was like an invisible saber, hiding its edge while lurking beside Chen Yuan.

Seemingly harmless, yet able to threaten life at any moment!

...

As the torrential rain poured down, the forest was matted with intertwining vines, and the muddy ground was filled with thorns and potholes of all sizes.

Chen Yuan, bare-chested holding Ling Yinrong, his wet hair sticking wildly to his face, revealed eyes filled with murderous intent.

And Ling Yinrong, in his arms and barely alive, lay on top of him, her pale complexion stark against the now dark-red coat cleansed by the rain of its previous blood stains.

As Chen Yuan hastened his escape, he surveyed the surrounding bushes, his expression turning increasingly grim.

He knew Ling Yinrong was in dire straits and feared that if this continued, she might die from her severe injuries before the Barbarians even attacked.

Worse yet, they had already used all their Elixirs, and he had no choice but to draw upon his experiences at the Sealing Demon Valley to find healing herbs in the area.

"Cold..."

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In that moment, Ling Yinrong uttered faintly with her eyes closed, then fell into a deep unconsciousness once again.

Chen Yuan paused, then swiftly approached a giant tree, wielding the Wan Jun Saber to carve out a shelter from the trunk.

After making adequate arrangements, he ignited a bonfire for warmth.

However, he became troubled by the wet coat wrapped around Ling Yinrong.

After a moment of contemplation, Chen Yuan gritted his teeth.

"My apologies, Senior Sister Ling."

He said, not caring whether Ling Yinrong heard him or not, and proceeded to strip off her clothes, hanging them by the fire to dry.

Then, with an internal apology, he was about to continue when a flash of white caught the corner of his eye.

Startled, he quickly closed his eyes, only using his memory to rub off the rainwater on Ling Yinrong’s body with a piece of dry cloth.

After finishing these tasks, Chen Yuan took a deep breath and then sat with his back facing her by the bonfire.

In fact, his own condition was also far from good.

Previously, he had been struck in the back by the shaman’s palm, and although Ling Yinrong took the impact momentarily, he was nevertheless seriously injured with True Yuan being corroded by a chilling, evil force.

However, his long-standing experience kept him from being lax in the slightest.

Especially now, as they had yet to escape from danger, with Southern Barbarian Sect warriors on their trail.

He dared not let his guard down.

Even if he couldn’t easily use True Yuan, he enveloped the area around twenty zhang with his Sword Intent.

Thinking back to the earlier encounter where they were chased into a cave by Barbarians, Chen Yuan’s expression darkened.

He was uncertain whether those people used a special tracking method or if someone had revealed his whereabouts.

If it was the former, it would be bearable; if it was the latter...

A hint of murderous intent flickered in Chen Yuan’s eyes, but after a while, he regained his composure.

"Lu Zhao, I hope it’s not you..."

Once the clothes were dry, Chen Yuan covered Ling Yinrong with them, then checked her injuries.

The situation was very bad.

Ling Yinrong’s one palm was nearly shattered, her True Yuan depleted, further worsening her already serious injuries.