Chapter 1061: Huang Yan's Despair

He didn't know how long he had been lying—one day, two days, or perhaps three or four days—Huang Yan regained some spirit, opened his eyes, surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings, he was still inside the Formation, the misty aura shrouded his vision, his whole body was within the fog, and he had not yet died.

"I haven't died?"

Huang Yan raised his right hand, looked at his own right hand, and gave a wry smile.

Everything was so real; he was still alive, almost on the brink of death, now he had not a bit of strength, he couldn't even sit up, the pain in his chest kept telling him that all this was true, not false.

"Everything is real, not a dream, hehe."

Huang Yan gave a bitter smile, feeling despair over his situation, with no hope; he could not see any glimmer of hope, the Formation would envelop him, and then he would die here like those guards, ultimately becoming a sacrifice of this Formation.

"Perhaps that's fine; dead is dead, I won't have to worry anymore, I won't need to seek revenge."

Suddenly, Huang Yan snapped his eyes open, breathing in large gulps; he could not die, could not just collapse, he had to awaken.

If he died, that scoundrel would surely be delighted, as would his brother, they'd love it.

He could not let them have their way, could not let them be so happy.

"No, I cannot die. If I die, wouldn't that mother and son be thrilled? I cannot just die like this; I will take revenge, I will kill them, I will retrieve my Flame Yang Bone; my stuff, Huang Yan's, is not so easy to take."

"Taking my things comes at a price."

Huang Yan strained to support his body, trying to sit up, but found his limbs unresponsive; he did not give up, and after persisting for a long time, he finally sat up, staring at the surrounding mist, breathing the air around him.

He was still alive, still able to keep breathing.

Breathing in large gulps, after inhaling a lot of spiritual energy, it restored some of his spirit.

For Huang Yan, standing up was not easy; inside his body there was no strength at all, even if spiritual energy entered, it would dissipate, unable to be retained or absorbed, restoring his cultivation was unlikely.

He tried many times, yet still failed.

"Still not working?"

"In the end I cannot succeed; I still cannot take revenge."

Clenching his teeth, yet unable to change the situation, Huang Yan would not let himself fall, nor would he let himself lie down; he knew that once he fell, he would never get up again.

He kept hypnotizing himself, warning himself not to... close his eyes.

Persisting, hypnotizing, constantly warning himself.

He didn't know how long had passed; Huang Yan's eyes could no longer endure, he could no longer bear it.

His eyelids were heavy, ready to close at any moment.

Outside the Formation.

Xinran Zhanglao witnessed the scene, astonished.

"This kid is truly tenacious; he refuses to fall, refuses to die."

"He keeps persisting, for so many days, this kid still refuses to die."

Such a will to survive is truly tenacious, moving her.

The heart that seeks life, how fierce, how strong.

Xinran Zhanglao turned around, looking at the Qinglong Daoren who had just emerged from seclusion; his aura shifted again, the man's strength had increased greatly, this rate of Advancement made Xinran Zhanglao feel envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Each seclusion brought him gains, and the gains were substantial.

Either a breakthrough in cultivation or an increase in strength; there could be no benefit at all.

"Qinglong Daoren, this kid is so tenacious, he's a remarkable person."

Qinglong Daoren nodded and said, "Indeed, not bad. His body is ruined, all his cultivation gone, yet he managed a successful counter‑kill; his temperament, his perseverance, even his tactics are not lacking. It's a pity, he's ruined."

"All his innate talent is gone, he can no longer cultivate; even if he lives, he'd be a useless waste."

Xinran Zhanglao said sympathetically, "Shall we lend him a hand? This kid might help us get out; the world outside is dangerous, if we venture out recklessly we'll surely be in peril. If this kid assists, we could slip out unnoticed and then stand firm in Tianwai."

"This kid is excellent in every way; if we can lend aid, he will surely be grateful."

Providing timely help, giving him hope, rescuing him from suffering.

In any case, Huang Yan would thank them; these days, Xinran Zhanglao has observed Huang Yan, already knowing his exact character, and recognizing this kid as someone worth helping.

"You think so highly of him?" Qinglong Daoren asked in surprise.

Xinran Zhanglao smiled, "As a swordsman, I see people's hearts clearly; this kid knows gratitude. If you help him, he'll give you a huge reward."

"According to my observation, the reason he's ruined is simply because a bone is missing; to you, that's a trivial matter."

"Restoring the body, forging a brand‑new constitution; you could do it with a slight effort."

"Haven't you yet taken any disciples? This kid is indeed quite good."

Qinglong Daoren—no, it's Chen Chuyang—has no disciples yet; the children have grown but have not inherited any of his legacy.

It's rare to see a promising seedling; taking him as a disciple would not harm him.

Xinran Zhanglao highly regarded Huang Yan, which is why he made the request.

"A disciple? This kid is indeed good; since you say so, then I have no choice but to act."

Qinglong Daoren, after watching for so many days, also saw Huang Yan's potential; the Flame Yang Bone had merely been excavated, nothing significant.

"I knew you'd take a liking to this kid; if he weren't unsuitable for sword cultivation, I would truly take him as a disciple."

Xinran Zhanglao jealously said, "This kid is excellent in every way, just lacks the talent for swordsmanship; otherwise, I wouldn't be the one chosen."

"Hahaha, that as well," Qinglong Daoren laughed heartily.

His figure vanished before the eyes, then reappeared inside the Formation.

The mist cleared; he stood before Huang Yan, bowed his head, smiling warmly at the kid before him.

Huang Yan sat on the ground, looking as if about to die, ready to collapse at any moment.

But he did not die; he remained seated, noticing Qinglong Daoren's arrival. Huang Yan's eyes widened, fixed on the stranger before him; a smile lifted his mouth corner, and a glimmer of hope appeared deep in his pupils.

He has appeared.

The master of the Formation has emerged.

He finally showed up at last.

He won't die; he can still continue living.

"Young man, not bad." Qinglong Daoist praised him upon meeting, then brought him, disappearing inside the Formation, reappearing, arriving at Spirit Medicine Peak.

With a casual toss, Huang Yan's body fell to the ground, landing face up.

Xinran Zhanglao glanced, observed up close, and only then discovered Huang Yan's condition was worse than she had imagined.

"Hiss, what a severe injury."

"They dug out the whole bone, this kid actually isn't dead yet, truly tenacious."