Chapter 318

Wang Yuyi died.

His corpse lay quietly on the ground, resembling a pile of dried-out twigs.

The old beggar held the lotus pod in his hands, still persisting.

His wrinkles grew deeper, his skin grew looser, and his back grew more hunched.

"Zhang Xingyu, help me hold the lotus pod, I beg you!"

The old beggar pleaded.

"I..."

Zhang Xingyu hesitated. His cultivation was not high, and he feared he would not be able to last long within the River of Time.

"I beg you! Just for a moment!" the old beggar pleaded again.

"Alright. Old beggar, you'd better be quick; I can't hold on for long."

Knowing it was very dangerous, but unable to resist the old beggar's pair of old eyes filled with prayer, Zhang Xingyu nodded and agreed.

The moment he agreed, he cursed himself silently in his heart.

Zhang Xingyu, you are such a soft-hearted fool.

Do you know that good people don't have good endings?

As his thoughts shifted, Zhang Xingyu had already walked in front of the old beggar.

He extended two fingers and carefully took the lotus pod from the old beggar's hands.

In an instant, Zhang Xingyu's arm became as dry as a withered branch. Strands of life essence were extracted from his arm and merged into the surrounding River of Time.

Zhang Xingyu knew his life was rapidly slipping away. Perhaps in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he would be drained and die of old age just like Wang Yuyi.

The old beggar looked at Zhang Xingyu with gratitude. His hands moved incessantly over his chest. Streams of seven-colored life essence erupted from his chest and rapidly merged into the lotus pod at Zhang Xingyu's fingertips.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

The sound of shattering came continuously. Before long, the lotus pod split open completely, and a crystal-clear lotus seed appeared before everyone.

Divine patterns flickered on the surface of the lotus seed, and rays of light flowed slowly.

A rich fragrance instantly filled the entire space.

Zhang Xingyu sniffed, and the sound of people swallowing saliva echoed in his ears.

The old beggar's face showed joy. He stared blankly at the lotus seed, as if he were looking at a child who had been missing for many years.

Crack!

A crisp sound came from Zhang Xingyu's heart.

That was the sound of his Wheel of Life shattering.

"Old beggar, hurry!" Zhang Xingyu reminded him.

The old beggar came to his senses.

He reached out and pulled, and Zhang Xingyu's hand was pulled out of the River of Time.

Zhang Xingyu let out a long breath.

Thank goodness, he wasn't dead.

"Old beggar, this is for you."

Zhang Xingyu shoved the lotus seed in his hand to the old beggar.

Although this lotus seed was tempting, in his hands, it was a hot potato.

"Attack!"

Just as he handed the lotus seed to the old beggar, the sound of air being torn came from all around.

The one-armed hero Chu Kuangge wielded his sword like silk, and the sword threads shot straight toward the old beggar's chest.

The palm-less beauty Shen Xueyi breathed out like ice, and ice arrows shot from her mouth toward the old beggar's forehead.

The withered-prosperous old monster Yuan Wushang waved his withered arm, and his five bone-like fingers shot out rays of sword Qi.

It wasn't just these three; even the heavily injured Duan Tianhuo and Zhao Ruiling rushed over.

Behind Zhang Xingyu, a white sword Qi stabbed straight at his heart.

This sword Qi was unleashed by Yuan Wushang.

Yuan Wushang's face was ferocious, and his strike was ruthless.

He shouted in his heart: "Zhang Xingyu, I want you dead!"

Seeing the sword Qi approaching, Zhang Xingyu's shoulders tightened.

Immediately after, his body was lifted into the air by the old beggar.

The sword Qi grazed past his hair.

Zhang Xingyu was so scared his heartbeat stopped.

The spells and sword Qi attacking the two of them all missed.

The old beggar carried Zhang Xingyu to the altar.

"Mother, I have come to save you!"

The old beggar knelt before the coffin.

He slowly moved the lotus seed in his hand toward the woman's mouth.

"Don't!"

"Stop!"

Chu Kuangge and the others shouted while continuing their attack.

The old beggar waved his hand to deflect everyone's attacks.

Just then, a sharp shout came from behind him: "Old beggar, throw the lotus seed over immediately. Otherwise, I will kill your granddaughter!"

Zhang Xingyu turned his head and saw a pretty face twisted in rage.

The tip of the sword in Shen Xueyi's hand was pointed straight at the little girl's forehead.

"Big sister?" Liu Yingxue stared at Shen Xueyi with wide eyes.

She couldn't believe that the fairy sister who had always been so close to her actually wanted to kill her.

"Stinking brat, shut up!" Shen Xueyi roared with a ferocious expression.

A look of hesitation appeared on the old beggar's face.

Just then, the Demon King Hali beside the little girl put down the bronze mirror in her hand.

She glanced at Shen Xueyi and said expressionlessly: "Move your sword away!"

Shen Xueyi looked at Demon King Hali, and a trace of contempt flashed across the corner of her mouth: "Just you, a demon girl, dare to..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her body flew into mid-air like an arrow from a bow.

At the same time, a stinging pain spread across her face.

The pain penetrated her soul, and Shen Xueyi fainted while still in the air.

"Abominable woman! Wearing so much face powder!" Demon King Hali took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands with a look of disgust.

A look of shock and suspicion appeared on the faces of Chu Kuangge and the others.

They retreated a few steps in unison.

At this moment, they shared a common thought: stay away from this fierce and brutal woman.

The lotus seed flew silently into the coffin and gently merged into the woman's mouth.

The sleeping, stunning young woman slowly opened her eyes.

"Who am I? Where am I?"

The woman sat up and looked around in confusion.

The old beggar wept with joy. He leaned his old face toward the woman's eyes.

"Mother, it's me. I am Liu'er."

"Liu'er? I don't know you. Can you tell me? Who am I? Where am I?"

"Mother, look, look again. I am your son, I am your son Liu."

The woman looked at him and continued to shake her head.

"I don't know you. I'm not even married yet, how could I have a son as old as you!"

The old beggar turned to stone.

Just then, a loud noise suddenly came from above.

Immediately after, a white light shone down from above, illuminating the entire space brightly.

Amidst the white light, an old man with white clothes and white hair descended gracefully.

"Liu Xueying, I have been chasing you for thirty thousand years. This time, let's see where you can escape to!"

The atmosphere in the space suddenly stagnated.

Zhang Xingyu's legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

This old guy, what powerful pressure.

Even the pressure released by the old beggar after breaking his seal was not as powerful as this.

Could this old ghost be a powerhouse at the Integration stage or even the Mahayana stage?

Looking at the old man descending from the sky, a trace of surprise appeared on the woman's face.

"Liu Xueying? Is my name Liu Xueying?" the woman asked, touching her pretty face.

"Liu Xueying, you demoness, today I will eliminate demons and defend the Dao, avenging my fallen fellow practitioners." White light emitted from the white-clothed old man's hands.

"Liu Xueying, Liu Xueying. Although this name is a bit rustic, it sounds quite pleasant. Fine, fine, this young lady will be called Liu Xueying then." The woman seemed not to hear the white-clothed old man's threat and spoke to herself.

The old beggar looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of old blood.

His body twitched incessantly, as if he were about to kick the bucket at any moment.

"Old beggar, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Xingyu asked with concern.

A look of despair appeared on the old beggar's face: "This woman is not my mother!"