The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 399 - 236 Wounded_2

Despite that, her internal organs felt as if they were shattered, and she couldn’t hold back the mouthful of hot blood spurting from her throat any longer.

As the mouthful of essence blood sprayed out, her spirit immediately weakened, feeling pain all over her body, and she struggled to retain her soul. She no longer had the strength to forcibly sit on Qi Zai and flipped over, falling down!

It seemed like many, many years since she had experienced the sensation of free falling like this.

She faced upwards, feeling the whistling wind beside her ears, and strangely, she wasn’t afraid. She even had the spare energy to think that the thunderous sword light on the treasure sword seemed very familiar. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Where had she seen it before? Her body couldn’t move, but her mind was surprisingly clear. She heard Qi Zai’s frightened screech, and it seemed someone exclaimed in astonishment, "Miss Ning?" Immediately after, two burning gazes turned her way.

Then, the Purple Sword that had injured her flew back to the Jade Boat, carrying someone who pursued her, provoking a series of astonished cries from the boat.

These people really do not intend to let her go. They had no deep hatred like that of killing a father or stealing a wife with her, so why pursue her relentlessly?

Ning Xiaoxian felt a great pain in her chest, coughed forcefully a couple of times, vomited another mouthful of blood, and finally couldn’t hold on and fainted, her last thought being: "Why didn’t Changtian help me just now?"

Qi Zai tightened its wings and plummeted like a torpedo, finally catching up with its mistress, shouldering her once again, and then spreading its wings, exerting all its strength to fly into the distance. It was a critical moment of life and death; it went full throttle, flying more than ten miles away in an instant.

It didn’t look back and therefore didn’t see the fresh blood Ning Xiaoxian coughed out scattering in the air, turning into round Blood Pearls. Then, a high-altitude current rushed by, nearly dispersing the blood into mist. However, the person chasing after them with purple light drew the mist back into beads with a wave of his hand and caught them.

He continued to pursue Qi Zai without pause.

In the sky, a white shadow followed by a burst of purple light zipped far away in an instant. Even the Cultivators on the Jade Boat couldn’t see them anymore. The leading Cultivator frowned, recalling the transmission from the man guiding the purple light before he departed, "Master Uncle, you go ahead, I will follow." Since his disciple was always the most stable, he no longer dwelled on it and raised his hand to greet the Tianlan Courtyard people approaching, saying, "Greetings to my Daoist fellows..."

The Jade thief had still escaped. Old K’s face was a mix of shock and anger, but he dared not neglect the Cultivators before him. Within the span of those few words, the distant horizon was totally empty, having left nothing behind.

Qi Zai carried Ning Xiaoxian on its back as it fled for a long time, feeling terrible all over. It had caused Ning Xiaoxian to suffer such a severe injury due to its fault, and the Lord Divine Monarch, fuming with anger, ordered it to fly faster. However, the purple light that chased after them like a Bone-Attaching Maggot could not be shaken off. It clearly wasn’t as fast as the purple light, but it had to take to the sky again whenever it stopped to rest for a moment.

The most troublesome issue was that Ning Xiaoxian had already fallen into a coma and couldn’t take it and herself into the God Demon Prison. Therefore, it had no choice but to flee to the ends of the earth with its mistress on its back.

"What’s wrong with this person? The people from Tianlan Courtyard stopped chasing, so why is he still persisting?" Qi Zai was extremely frustrated. However, Changtian in the God Demon Prison sneered, "It would be strange if he didn’t chase." After a pause, he spurred it on, "Fly faster!"

After chasing and stopping for half the day, Qi Zai, which was also carrying internal injuries, began to suffer intense pain, consequently slowing down involuntarily. How could it be easy to withstand a blow from a Golden Core cultivator? Now it also respected the persistence of the person behind it. After such a long time, the Human would have expended who knows how much Spiritual Power to keep up. It had figured out that the person behind was only at the Golden Core Middle Stage and must have consumed many Spirit Pills midway to catch up with it.

Seeing its speed decrease, the man was overjoyed and transmitted to it, "Stop quickly, I am a friend, not a foe!" His voice was very urgent.

Deceiving ghosts, wasn’t it? If it weren’t for his interception, Ning Xiaoxian would still be sitting properly on its back. Qi Zai ignored him, while Changtian in the God Demon Prison also remained unusually silent.

After a while, Changtian finally heaved a long sigh and said, "Her injuries have worsened, let’s stop." Qi Zai twisted its long neck to glance at its back and was shocked. Dark blood was flowing from Ning Xiaoxian’s mouth, trickling down its snow-white feathers, and the blood even contained fragments, indicating extremely serious internal injuries.

Not daring to delay, it found a bamboo forest and landed. After a while, that person truly appeared, wielding the purple light. His complexion was also very pale, showing that he had spent a great deal of Spiritual Power and was at his limit. Seeing Qi Zai no longer fled, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Big White Bird was still watching him warily. He put away his Longsword and said quickly, "That attack just now was an accidental injury, I am friends with Miss Ning. I can heal her wounds."

Qi Zai was still hesitant, but Changtian spoke up, "He has no ill intent, do as he says." His voice carried a faint melancholy.

Lord Divine Monarch was very strange. Just a moment ago, he wanted it to fly faster, but now he wanted it to hand over Ning Xiaoxian for the other person to treat. It tilted its head looking at the man: "Who are you?"

Seeing that the Bird Demon no longer bore hostility, he took several large steps towards the Chongming Bird, looking at the person lain on the Bird’s back. She was as pale as golden paper, with a breath like a flickering thread, and the blood dripping from her mouth stained her light yellow collar red, her injuries severe.

He had never seen her so vulnerable, and his heart suddenly ached acutely.

"My surname is Quan. My name is Quan Shifang."

At noon, light smoke wafted outside the bamboo forest. Quan Shifang looked up and said, "There’s a house ahead, let’s borrow a place to heal her." He wanted to take Ning Xiaoxian, but the White Bird refused, so he had to walk quickly ahead.(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and Monthly Ticket. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)