Chapter 94

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

"Xuan Ge, stop persisting, I can't be cured, I really can't be cured... don't let anything happen to you, okay?"

Yao Guang watched Xuan Ge bleeding from his five orifices, his breath fading, and tears she could no longer hold back slid down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

She bent slightly, pressing her forehead against Xuan Ge's arm, softly murmuring his name.

Her voice was choked and broken, every word soaked with guilt and worry, her heart full of regret.

She had already 'seen' countless dire omens on Xuan Ge; if she hadn't agreed to let him treat her, Xuan Ge wouldn't be in such pain, much less fallen into such a perilous situation.

At this moment, Xuan Ge, who was pouring all his effort into sorting Yao Guang's causality threads, had long since sunk his consciousness into a bizarre black-red space.

This space was deathly silent; above the sky's edge and the earth beneath his feet lay countless pairs of crimson eyes, no whites, only pitch-black pupils, staring fixedly at him.

The eyeballs exuded cold scrutiny and bizarre malice, as if wanting to see through and devour his soul.

Xuan Ge's consciousness stood condensed in the center of the space, his hand gripping that chaotic Simultaneous Displacement Thread, about to exert force and completely sever the thread that had plagued Yao Guang all her life.

But just then, a sudden change occurred.

Countless pitch-black threads suddenly surged out from those crimson eyes.

Like poisonous snakes, they instantly coiled around his neck, wrists, arms, and even his entire body; every thread carried a bone-piercing chill, binding his body tight, rendering him unable to move.

Xuan Ge lowered his eyes, glancing casually at the threads wrapped around him, a hint of amusement still playing on his lips as he murmured low:

"So that's how it is.... The dire omen shown in the divination actually has this origin.....

A Celestial General will surely fall....

Who is it~? So hard to guess~"

"Ah~" Xuan Ge let out a light sigh, his tone carrying a touch of playfulness, his smile not diminishing in the slightest.

He tried moving his fingers slightly, but the threads seemed enraged, instantly tightening.

The force was so great it felt like it would tear his limbs and bones apart, dismember him; bone-piercing pain spread through the threads to his whole body, making his consciousness grow slightly heavy.

Even so, the smile on Xuan Ge's face did not fade; instead it grew even more flamboyant, his tone carrying a teasing note:

"Di Gong, you're being rather petty."

As his words fell, a blue-gold figure suddenly manifested before Xuan Ge — precisely the Divine Lord Wei Ling Chi Gui.

Chi Gui slowly raised its left hand, fingertips lightly lifting the Fang Ghost Mask from its face, revealing the visage hidden beneath the mask.....

Xuan Ge looked at Chi Gui's face, his pupils abruptly contracting, the playful smile on his face freezing instantly, then bursting into a wild, unrestrained laugh that shook the entire black-red space.

The next second, dazzling blue-gold lightning erupted around Xuan Ge, the Patrolling Aura sweeping across the whole venue.

Those threads wrapped around him, scorched by the lightning, emitted a "sizzle" and were instantly burned to nothing, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated in the space.

Xuan Ge seized the Simultaneous Displacement Thread and crushed it in an instant!

In the outside world, Yao Guang suddenly felt a power that had bound her for so long completely severed; her whole body instantly became incomparably light.

The Simultaneous Displacement that had plagued her all her life seemed as if it had never existed.

Yet she didn't care about this relief in the slightest; her gaze locked dead on Xuan Ge, staring blankly at the blue-gold Patrolling Aura gradually emanating from him.

Tears unconsciously slid down even more fiercely; this time, the tears held only pure worry.

In the space, those countless eyes that had originally lingered around Xuan Ge, exuding a bizarre aura, now seemed to be letting out silent laments.

Or perhaps they were emitting joyful whispers, one by one turning into specks of light, flying toward Xuan Ge's body.

Like birds returning to their nests, they burrowed into his body, disappearing without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

Consciousness returned to reality.

Xuan Ge slowly opened his eyes, their depths still flashing with blue-gold lightning, not caring in the slightest that his five orifices were still bleeding, nor minding his whole-body exhaustion and agony.

Instead he threw his head back and let out a wild, loud laugh, his voice resounding through the entire General's Mansion:

"So that's how it is! So that's how it is! Hahaha!"

Seeing Xuan Ge finally awake, joy instantly appeared on Yao Guang's face.

She hurriedly stepped forward, reaching out both hands, carefully wiping the fresh blood from the corners of his eyes and mouth, her fingertips gentle, afraid of hurting him.

Yao Guang's tone still carried unsuppressed choking as she asked with concern: "Xuan Ge... are you alright.... Does anything hurt?"

"No problem, just a minor issue."

Xuan Ge tilted his head slightly, looking at Yao Guang's tear-blurred eyes and reddened rims, then smiled and teased:

"I'm the dignified Divine Might General, a man among men. Yao Guang, why are you acting like a little girl, crying and whimpering?"

Hearing this, Yao Guang froze for a moment; the sorrow and worry in her heart were instantly diluted by more than half by this sudden teasing.

She looked at Xuan Ge's smug expression, both annoyed and amused.

Then she raised her fist and punched Xuan Ge's chest, not too hard, not too light, her tone carrying a spoiled complaint and a touch of lingering fear:

"You're still laughing! You're bleeding from all five orifices and you say you're fine!"

Jing Tian stood silently to the side, watching the scene before him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

He suddenly felt superfluous here, like a third wheel, completely out of place.

At this point in the recollection, Yao Guang turned, facing the projection of Yuan Shuai Hua on the main seat, bowed slightly, her tone firm and earnest:

"Marshal, please allow me to go to the Shen Wu Xian Zhou. This tribulation, Xuan Ge must avoid!"

Yuan Shuai Hua's projection slowly nodded, saying softly: "Go, but mind the time."

Yao Guang understood, nodding deeply — she understood the Marshal's meaning.

Now, the Simultaneous Displacement on her body was already gone, and the military authority of Yu Que was also grasped in her own hands.

As for how the military authority returned, you don't need to concern yourself with it.

Yuque Xianzhou cannot do without her; she cannot disregard Yuque's safety because of Xuan Ge, and can only head to Shen Wu as quickly as possible, resolve Xuan Ge's crisis, then return to Yuque as quickly as possible.

After obtaining the Marshal's assent, Yao Guang did not delay further; she turned and gave a slight nod to the Marshal and Jing Tian, then walked briskly out of the General's Mansion.

Just as she stepped out of the mansion gate, she immediately ordered the Cloud Cavalry Corps to prepare the fastest warship, insisting it reach Shen Wu Xian Zhou at the utmost speed.

She had long since determined the most direct route through divination; at the warship's speed, half a month at most would see her arrive at Shen Wu Xian Zhou and reach Xuan Ge's side.

Yao Guang gazed toward the direction of Shen Wu Xian Zhou, and a faint pink gradually surfaced in her eyes — a tenderness and longing she could not conceal.

She lightly raised her hand, fingertips brushing the slightly cool wind, and murmured softly: "Xuan Ge, wait for me; I will be at your side very soon."

On the other side, inside the General's Mansion's conference room, Yuan Shuai Hua's projection and Jing Tian had not departed.

Yuan Shuai Hua tapped her fingertips lightly on the desk, saying in a flat tone: "Jing Tian, no need to worry excessively. Although Xuan Ge is not exactly a good person..."

Speaking to this point, Yuan Shuai Hua suddenly stopped, a trace of helpless amusement flashing in her eyes.

Although she casually teases Xuan Ge, if he were to learn she was discussing him behind his back, he might very well run to Yuque next time, pester her for wine, and raise such a ruckus that neither chickens nor dogs would know peace.

Hearing this, Jing Tian nodded in agreement, smiled helplessly, her tone carrying a few parts teasing and a few parts worry:

"That brat has so many romantic debts around him; I fear Yao Guang will suffer for it in the future. Instead it benefits that turtle Xuan Ge, who sits back and enjoys the blessings of multiple wives."

"Rest assured, Yao Guang will not come out the loser." Yuan Shuai Hua slowly stood up, her back to Jing Tian, her tone carrying a few parts certainty.

"She has my support, and the support of you, Yuque Xianzhou's Tai Bu; if Xuan Ge dares to wrong her, we naturally will not let him off."

She paused, then added a sentence, her tone turning grave:

"Wait quietly for Yao Guang's news. Additionally, since Jing Liu is going to Shen Wu Xian Zhou, pay extra attention to her movements and make certain to ascertain her purpose."

"Yes, Marshal!" Jing Tian hurriedly cupped her fists in salute, her tone firm.