Chapter 139: The Life and Death of Dongfang Xing

Everyone finally confirmed that Dongfang Wuji had escaped; their hearts were now heavier than the seawater of Dong Hai.

Given time, once Dongfang Wuji heals and returns, he will come to kill again—who could stop him?

Who could ensure that all sects stay together at all times, jointly resisting Dongfang Wuji?

Until Nan Zhongyi drew everyone's attention to Chen Yi He.

"I came with the resolve to die; I have no Heartless Pill on me, and even if I did, it might not help. For wounds like Miss Dongfang's, only one thing can save her." Ye Wuming said.

"What is it?" Chen Yi He asked hurriedly; as long as it could save Dongfang Xing, he would not let slip even the slightest chance.

"Thousand-year ginseng." Ye Wuming replied.

"Thousand-year ginseng?" Chen Yi He asked back.

Ye Wuming nodded.

"Where can it be obtained?" Chen Yi He asked again.

"Thousand-year ginseng went extinct a thousand years ago; there are no living specimens left in the world. If you want it, you must go to the Five Absolutes Palace and ask the Palace Master."

"Palace Master of the Five Absolutes Palace?"

"It has been passed down through generations, a rare treasure; legend says that eating a single piece of thousand-year ginseng will multiply one's cultivation many times over."

"Thousand-year ginseng… Five Absolutes Palace…" Chen Yi He fears neither heaven nor earth, yet he alone harbors a psychological shadow toward the Five Absolutes Palace, although he has never been there nor seen the Palace Master.

"Obtaining the thousand-year ginseng could protect her pulse and give a chance to save her!" Ye Wuming said anxiously to Chen Yi He, "but the Five Absolutes Palace is no imperial palace; the difficulty of obtaining the thousand-year ginseng far exceeds that of stealing Ice Jade!"

"Old Master Ye, forget the Five Absolutes Palace—even if it were the eighteenth level of hell, I'd still give it a try!" Chen Yi He said firmly.

Chen Yi He was still excited, after all he had a chance to save Dongfang Xing! His despairing heart finally rose with hope.

Just as Chen Yi He and Ye Wuming were speaking.

Someone walked over from the seaside, the ruins could not stop his steps.

"Heh, you still want to save this little demon, huh?" Nan Zhongyi walked up to Chen Yi He, laughing as he retorted. Although he had lost his spear, he could act fearlessly, for a group of like-minded people stood behind him.

"What does it have to do with you?" Chen Yi He retorted coldly.

"This is the Dongfang Clan's young lady! Heh, you want her to live, only to be used by Dongfang Wuji?" Nan Zhongyi asked with a malicious smile.

"Not her—you'll all die today!" Chen Yi He countered.

"Heh, I just fear he'll become a major threat and doom us all! Ladies and gentlemen, don't you agree?" Nan Zhongyi asked the crowd.

Everyone gathered around.

Chen Yi He shielded Dongfang Xing behind himself; facing the crowd's approach, he felt a bit nervous, after all he was wounded, and Dongfang Xing was indeed a member of the Dongfang Clan.

"But she did save our lives." Nun Shang Rong said, looking anxiously at Dongfang Xing, "How is her condition?"

"Not optimistic; she sacrificed her life to defeat Dongfang Wuji." Ye Wuming said.

"If we don't kill her today, her demonic nature will later doom us all! Sacrificing one her could bring peace to the whole jianghu—what loss could there be in this deal?" Nan Zhongyi asked the crowd.

Hong Liang said, "Are we being too unrighteous by doing this?"

"Heh, talking about righteousness in the jianghu might get us killed next. We must kill this little demon girl, otherwise endless trouble." Nan Zhongyi proposed.

No one could refute Nan Zhongyi.

Chen Yi He shouted angrily, "You dare!" He couldn't fail to understand that Nan Zhongyi's hostility toward him stemmed from their past grudge; now he lacked the strength to resist, and Dongfang Xing's life or death rested in the crowd's hands.

"What are your opinions, ladies and gentlemen?" Nan Zhongyi asked the crowd.

Duan Sheng replied, "I have no opinion; just follow the majority."

"Duan Sheng, aren't you being unmanly? That girl saved our lives after all! To repay kindness with hatred is improper, right?" The Western Desert Sword Devil, though not a good man, would never take advantage of someone in peril.

"What ingratitude? If she hadn't acted, this kid would be dead. Do you really think she sacrificed everything just to save us? Too naive!" Nan Zhongyi interjected.

"Yes, putting the greater good first is best!" Hong Liang agreed with Nan Zhongyi's idea; he even gave Chen Yi He an extra glance, as if he also had designs on him.

Ye Wuming was quickly sealing Dongfang Xing's acupoints, then pouring his remaining true qi into them to ensure she wouldn't completely lose breath in the short term.

Dongfang Xing's body kept emitting hot breaths, yet her skin remained icy cold, like snow on a mountain that never melts.

Chen Yi He saw all this; his heart resonated with the Heavenly Mechanism Sword and the Purple Tempered Sword, ready to strike at any moment—even if it meant cutting himself, he would protect Dongfang Xing from harm.

"Regardless of motive, she did save our lives." Tiger Leopard said.

The situation on the field is now clear: those who want to kill Dongfang Xing are fewer than those who want to spare her.

Chen Yi He had a faint urge to laugh: when had Dongfang Xing's fate come under others' control?

"Since you're all hesitant, then I'll take care of this villain!" Nan Zhongyi said firmly, wanting to avenge his own shame.

Nan Zhongyi knew that if he killed Dongfang Xing, Chen Yi He would surely intervene, allowing him to kill two birds with one stone—slay both Dongfang Xing and Chen Yi He—how splendid! Moreover, he could earn the emperor's reward and avenge his sworn brother Xiao Feng.

At this, everyone's eyes were on Nan Zhongyi; the grand general, in battle with the enemy, actually held back his full strength, reserving energy to settle personal grudges!

Everyone felt contempt!

Like Old Man Zhang, it invites contempt.

"When did those connected to the court become so disgusting?" Linghu Shang said coldly; he had always been pure and unworldly, not chasing fame or profit, so he hated most people like Nan Zhongyi, petty men.

"Ahahaha! Disgusting? So what?" Nan Zhongyi laughed loudly, stepping step by step toward Chen Yi He and threatening, "Hand over the little demon girl! Otherwise, don't blame me for killing you!"

Chen Yi He had already prepared for a fight to the death.

Ye Wuming was still treating Dongfang Xing's wounds, unable to leave.

"General Nan, you're already middle-aged—why bother picking on a little girl? Don't you feel ashamed?" Yan Shan Hai said, "I don't care about others, but I, Yan Shan Hai, am the type who cannot stand bullying the weak with age or strength."