Chapter 242: Meeting Fairy Yun Xin

Originally, Yun Xin had thought that Wang Jianqiang's so-called guidance was just him having a hidden agenda.

Not until this moment did she finally understand Wang Jianqiang's painstaking efforts.

It turned out he was not indulging in pleasure, but truly helping her improve!

She really had the heart of a petty person.

Daoist Friend Wang helped her so tirelessly, yet she had secretly slandered him.

It was truly damnable.

Thinking of this, Yun Xin's heart was instantly filled with shame, and she secretly made a resolution.

Daoist Friend Wang was an upright person who had always acted with integrity.

Although there were times when his actions were easily misunderstood, there must be a reason for them.

From now on, she would never doubt him without cause again.

Having regained her composure, Wang Jianqiang happened to notice the fleeting guilt on Yun Xin's face.

He paused for a moment.

"Fairy Yun Xin, what is the matter?"

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's words, Yun Xin immediately snapped back to reality and hurriedly shook her head, "It is nothing, I just felt a bit unbearable seeing Daoist Friend Wang working so hard to help me."

Hearing Yun Xin's words, Wang Jianqiang smiled and waved his hand, "I am just doing some manual labor for the Fairy, it is nothing worth mentioning."

"The Fairy is one of Wang's closest companions; this bit of fatigue is nothing."

"Even if it were more bitter or tiring, Wang would accept it."

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's words, Yun Xin was even more moved.

From then on, she followed Wang Jianqiang's arrangements implicitly, without the slightest doubt.

……

Half a year later.

Under the dual guidance of Wang Jianqiang's words and actions.

Yun Xin's Alchemy cultivation had been steadily improving.

Now, her Alchemy level was only stronger, not weaker, than when she had possessed the Spirit Flame.

Besides this.

Although the Purification Power that Wang Jianqiang bestowed upon her was extremely scarce each time, its effect was weak.

But with the compensation of frequency.

Now, the degree of purification of her foundation had reached a quite significant level.

Her flesh, bones, and even her Soul Power had all improved to a certain degree.

On this day.

Wang Jianqiang walked out of Yun Xin's room.

He looked at the snow-white back sleeping soundly in the room, his figure flashed, and he disappeared.

The gate of the independent courtyard opened.

Wang Jianqiang walked out from the spatial portal behind the gate.

He pondered for a moment, took out a Sound Transmission Talisman, and sent a message.

A moment later.

He frowned.

"Still no reply?"

Ever since entering Desolate City, Yang Wanxin had lost contact with him.

Not only had he not seen her to this day, but she had not even replied to a single message he had sent.

Was she in seclusion, or...

Had she entered the Desolate Realm?

He frowned and pondered for a moment.

Then he shook his head and flew toward the Square in the center of the city.

He flew for several hours before arriving at the Square in the center of the city.

Compared to its original desolation, this Square had now become the liveliest place in the entire Desolate City.

Not only were there many figures entering and exiting the Desolate Realm, but there were also many Cultivators wandering the Square, watching the Desolate Ranking.

Wang Jianqiang looked up.

A giant light screen appeared in his field of vision.

"First Place: Di"

"Second Place: Ji Xuankong"

"Third Place: Qingcheng"

"Fourth Place: Nangong Yu"

"Fifth Place: Daoxuan"

"Sixth Place: Jian Jiu"

"Seventh Place: Taicang"

……

"Damn, this Nangong Yu is this fierce?"

Seeing Nangong Yu's fourth-place ranking on the Desolate Ranking, Wang Jianqiang could not help but show a look of astonishment.

Although it was still a long way from the end of the assessment.

The future rankings of the Desolate Ranking will not remain unchanged.

But the gold content of the fourth-place ranking on the Desolate Ranking is still quite frightening.

It is enough to prove the strength of Nangong Yu.

By comparison, that kid Nancheng Kong seems a bit lackluster.

They were born to the same parents, after all.

Isn't this gap a bit too large?

He slandered him inwardly for a moment, stayed on the Square for a while longer, and then prepared to return.

Just at this moment.

At the edge of the Square, the space in front of the Desolate Realm Stele suddenly rippled.

The next moment.

A slender figure shot out from the space that was rippling like water waves.

Her long, pitch-black hair was disheveled, and her pale green dress was stained with blood.

Seeming to be heavily injured, she fell to the ground with a thud after rushing out of the Desolate Realm.

Nearby Cultivators noticed this scene and looked over one after another.

However, everyone seemed to have long been accustomed to such sights, and their expressions were very calm.

The only thing that moved the crowd was perhaps the woman's peerlessly beautiful appearance and the sharp, tenacious temperament she maintained even while severely wounded.

Seeing many people looking toward the Desolate Realm Stele, Wang Jianqiang also looked over from afar.

When he saw that figure in the green dress and sensed the familiar aura on her, his expression froze.

Liu Qing'er?

A year and a half later, Liu Qing'er's cultivation had already reached the Golden Core Mid Stage.

It's just that...

Her condition seemed a bit dire.

Wang Jianqiang pondered for a moment and moved closer to the Desolate Realm Stele.

Just as he was approaching the Desolate Realm Stele, the space in front of it fluctuated once more.

A man walked out from the space that was rippling like water waves.

As soon as he appeared, his gaze landed straight on Liu Qing'er, his expression gloomy.

"I, Xue, underestimated you."

"A mere Golden Core Mid Stage Cultivator, yet you were actually able to escape from this young master's pursuit."

Liu Qing'er glanced at the man coldly, stood up from the ground without a word, and slowly walked toward the outside of the Square.

"Heh, do you really think you can survive just by escaping back to the Desolate City?"

"Having been struck by my Life-Devouring Poison, with your strength, you will surely die within three days."

The man sneered and continued, "If you don't want to die, then obediently come with me."

Liu Qing'er acted as if she hadn't heard and continued walking into the distance.

The man narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "Ungrateful thing."

After speaking, he scanned his surroundings with a sharp gaze, then looked at the sword wound on his shoulder.

He snorted coldly again, turned around, and walked toward the Desolate Realm Stele.

The moment he was about to touch the Stele, the space rippled, and he disappeared.

A moment later.

Wang Jianqiang walked to Liu Qing'er's side.

Sensing someone approaching, Liu Qing'er's gaze, sharp as a sword's edge, instantly projected toward him.

Upon seeing Wang Jianqiang, she was stunned.

Compared to when he first entered the Cold Pool Secret Realm, Wang Jianqiang's appearance had changed greatly.

But cultivators do not recognize people solely by their faces.

Sensing the familiar aura on Wang Jianqiang, she recognized him instantly.

Her voice was weak as she said, "Are you... Wang Jianqiang of the Hehuan Sect?"

Hearing Liu Qing'er's words, Wang Jianqiang subconsciously looked around.

Seeing that no one had noticed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled and nodded at Liu Qing'er, "Fairy Qing'er, we meet again."

Liu Qing'er looked at Wang Jianqiang and was silent for a while.

A moment later, she spoke, "Daoist Friend Wang, I need your help."

Wang Jianqiang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, a bright smile on his face, "On what grounds does Fairy Qing'er think I would help you? You must know, we were once enemies."

"But we never directly fought each other, did we?" Liu Qing'er said.

"That won't do either."

Wang Jianqiang shook his head, "A man born between heaven and earth should be clear about his grudges and favors. After all, you were once an enemy of my sect; if I help you, wouldn't that be equivalent to aiding the enemy?"

"Such an act of betraying my sect is something I, Wang, could never do."

Liu Qing'er was silent for a moment, "I once discovered a Spirit Flame in the Desolate Realm. If Daoist Friend Wang can assist me, I will tell you the location of that Spirit Flame."

Wang Jianqiang's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Deal."