Chapter 23: Sharing Life and Death

Yuan Yao gazed at him, having many words to say but unable to speak them.

She let out a soft "ng" and continued applying the saint-grade healing ointment to him.

At that moment, two figures appeared at the exit of the white bone passageway not far away.

Yuan Yao and Song Yan both looked over warily; the newcomers were exactly Yan Haonan and Weng Mingshu.

The two of them naturally also saw Yuan Yao and Song Yan.

Weng Mingshu's face changed in surprise; she quickly walked to Yuan Yao's side, then seeing the shocking wound on Song Yan's face, she couldn't help asking: "What happened? How did your eldest senior brother get such a serious injury?!"

Yuan Yao replied: "Inside there is a black dragon; it injured my eldest senior brother like this."

"A black dragon?!" Weng Mingshu exclaimed, somewhat surprised.

She had thought it was a flood dragon, but she never expected it to be a higher-grade black dragon.

After Weng Mingshu calmed down a bit, she turned her head to look at Yan Haonan.

"Fellow Daoist Song." Yan Haonan greeted Song Yan.

Song Yan's pale lips curled into a faint smile as he nodded in response.

"Where is your third senior brother?" Weng Mingshu asked, scanning the surroundings.

After Yuan Yao carefully applied medicine to Song Yan's facial wound, she then took out gauze while replying: "He went to look for Junior Sister Lu."

Upon hearing that, Weng Mingshu did not ask who "Junior Sister Lu" was, because she had already categorized that person as a member of the Carefree Sect.

Yan Haonan finally spoke: "Mingshu, you stay here; I'll go inside to have a look."

Upon hearing that, Weng Mingshu bit her lip, somewhat torn, then nodded in agreement: "Alright. Eldest Senior Brother, you must be careful!"

Yan Haonan nodded in agreement.

Soon, he turned and headed toward the interior.

Not long after, Yuan Yao finished bandaging Song Yan's head, though her technique was overly rough, causing even Weng Mingshu to twitch her mouth upon seeing it.

Immediately, Yuan Yao quickly applied medicine to stop the bleeding and bandage her eldest senior brother.

Song Yan felt the wound on his face, under the ointment's effect, begin to turn cold, then a burning sensation followed; he could clearly sense the wound gradually healing.

He looked at the saint-grade healing ointment that was nearly half-used, couldn't help furrowing his brow, a hint of distress flashing in his eyes.

He still remembered that this bottle of saint-grade healing ointment was bought by his master from the First Continent, worth more than a hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones.

Now, because of him, half of the ointment has been wasted.

After Yuan Yao finished treating Song Yan's external injuries, she turned to Weng Mingshu and said: "Weng Mingshu, please help me look after my eldest senior brother."

Weng Mingshu blinked, then realized: "You also want to go in?"

Yuan Yao pressed her lips and said: "I want to scout the situation inside."

Weng Mingshu replied: "Your cultivation isn't as high as mine; I'll go scout."

Having said that, she started to rise, but Yuan Yao reached out and grabbed her.

"You're stronger than me, so you should stay and help me watch over my eldest senior brother."

Upon hearing that, Weng Mingshu felt it also made some sense.

But before she could answer, they saw Song Yan leaning on the wall, forcing himself to stand, and he said to Yuan Yao: "Yao Yao, senior brother is fine; you two stay here and wait for us."

"No way!" Yuan Yao's face darkened a bit.

Song Yan had never seen Yuan Yao so stern before, and for a moment he was stunned.

Yuan Yao glared at him: "Eldest senior brother, you'd better listen to me, or I'll knock you out."

Song Yan: "……"

Yuan Yao looked at Weng Mingshu and spoke extremely quickly: "We are friends who share life and death, right? Since you think so too, please help me look after my eldest senior brother, don't let him run around! I'm truly grateful, my friend!"

Yuan Yao grasped Weng Mingshu's hands, speaking sincerely from the heart.

Weng Mingshu blinked blankly.

Yuan Yao looked at her expectantly: "Can you?"

"Sure……"

Before Weng Mingshu could finish speaking, Yuan Yao darted away.

"Yao Yao!" Even Song Yan hadn't reacted yet.

Song Yan instinctively wanted to follow, but Weng Mingshu, having regained her senses, grabbed him: "Fellow Daoist Song, you can't run around!"

"Please let go of me." Song Yan furrowed his brows slightly, his tone still gentle.

Weng Mingshu said aggrievedly: "Fellow Daoist Song, don't blame me; it's all Yuan Yao's fault! She ordered me to do this!"

Immediately after, she pouted slightly: "I haven't even agreed to be her friend, yet she presumed! I, Weng Mingshu, don't lack friends; adding her makes no difference, removing her makes no difference, humph."

Song Yan had no mind to listen to her words; his gaze followed Yuan Yao's figure.

Soon, Yuan Yao completely disappeared from his sight.

Song Yan felt quite uneasy in his heart.

He could not leave them alone in danger.

He wanted to break free from Weng Mingshu's grip, but she held him tightly.

Weng Mingshu said: "Fellow Daoist Song, don't make things difficult for me."

Song Yan slightly furrowed his brows: "Daoist Weng, I won't run around; please let me go."

"Really?" Weng Mingshu asked, doubtful.

Song Yan fell silent for a moment, then said: "Really."

"As long as you stay here with me waiting for them……" Weng Mingshu released him, but before she could finish speaking, she saw Song Yan dash off.

Weng Mingshu was stunned, eyes wide open.

She immediately sprang to her feet and chased after Song Yan, shouting:

Come back——

Daoist Friend Song!

Ah ah ah Song Yan! How can you go back on your word?!!

Weng Mingshu gritted her teeth in anger, and also felt a hint of grievance.

At the same time.

The black giant dragon spewed raging flames at the cultivators, the temperature in the entire area surging rapidly, as the cultivators frantically dodged and defended.

Roar——

The white-clad youth wielding a mysterious black spear leapt forward, swinging his spear; the Thunderflame Spear instantly collided with the red flames and surged together, a 'Boom' explosion sound rang out.

The white-haired old man's figure moved, and he had already reached above the black dragon, gripping his great sword with both hands, he thrust down with all his might at the black dragon's head!

Clang——

The black dragon sensed danger, quickly condensed a fire ring to block the white-haired old man's great sword.

The two forces clashed!

The white-haired old man kept spurting blood from his mouth, his teeth stained crimson, his face twisted in agony, yet he persisted.

Boom boom boom——

Seeing this, the other cultivators swiftly unleashed their ultimate techniques!

Mount Hua Axe!

Diancang Four Saints Leg!

Exquisite Flying Heaven!

Five Peaks Ice Blade!

Six Yang Sword!

……

Cang Li gripped his spear, spinning it a few times in his palm, when purple lightning flashed out instantly, a powerful pressure followed.

He moved his body, swift as lightning.

He thrust his spear upward——

Meteor Chasing the Moon!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosion sounds rang out one after another, yet even so, they could only wound the black dragon's hide.

When Yan Haonan arrived, he saw exactly this scene.

He slightly narrowed his eyes, a long sword materializing in his hand, just as he was about to join the battle——

His heart involuntarily jumped, and uncontrollably he looked in a certain direction; there stood the white-clad girl in the corner, her beauty extraordinary, she seemed to sense his gaze and looked back.

At the moment their eyes met, Yan Haonan's heart raced.

Lu Xiangxiang also recognized Yan Haonan.

In his previous life, Yan Haonan was also her suitor.