Chapter 323: Life-Prolonging Pill Saves Hanyang

The sudden, torrential fire fell like a rainstorm, catching everyone on the mountain off guard; some scrambled to dodge, while others performed witchcraft to defend themselves.

Lingxiang knew Lieyang Zhenren's cultivation was profound, but she had not expected it to be this profound—to be able to use the power of the solar flame to cast the Lihong Technique under the cover of demon clouds was truly formidable.

That was not a technique anyone could cast!

However, now was not the time for surprise. Seeing the falling fire imminent and the earth about to be struck by flames, yet with Wuji Hall exposed and without any Dharma Array to cover it, how could they escape the reach of this witchcraft?

Just as Lingxiang was at a loss, she saw a Spirit Shield suddenly expand, shielding Wuji Hall within it.

It was Hanyang!

Lingxiang had also practiced the Bolan Buqing Jue, but she could only manage to cast a Spirit Shield the size of a single person, whereas Hanyang was able to cover the entire Wuji Hall; one could see just how deep his cultivation was.

However, even so, with Hanyang's cultivation, could he withstand Lieyang Zhenren's witchcraft?

Streaks of flame fell like heavenly fire, striking Hanyang's Spirit Shield with muffled thuds before being deflected away. Under the impact of the flames, the Spirit Shield developed cracks, spreading continuously like a shattered ice surface and emitting crisp, snapping sounds. Yet, the Bolan Buqing Jue was never broken; those cracks could always be silently repaired and healed shortly after, as if someone were mending them.

What was happening?

Lingxiang could not help but be curious; once her Spirit Shield cracked, the Bolan Buqing Jue would break, and it would never repair itself as before. Could Hanyang's cultivation already be this profound?

That wasn't right; Hanyang only had the cultivation of the Jiedan Realm, how could he be this powerful?

Lingxiang hurriedly looked at Hanyang, and at this sight, she was greatly horrified.

She saw Hanyang bleeding from his seven orifices, half-kneeling on the ground, struggling to form hand seals; the reason the Spirit Shield could be constantly repaired was because he was forming seals with one hand, alternating his hands, and continuously changing and repeating them.

This was no self-repairing Spirit Shield; this was clearly Hanyang constantly casting new Dharma Techniques!

Not to mention Hanyang opening such a large Spirit Shield, simply consuming Spirit Power like this would certainly lead to internal decay! Let alone Hanyang, even Chengxin Zhenren, who had the deepest cultivation within Wuji Hall, could not endure this.

This was no different from seeking death!

"Hanyang! Hanyang! Enough! That's enough!"

Lingxiang cried out in heartache, hoping Hanyang would stop quickly, but these shouts were buried by the massive sounds of impact.

This was her family! She had already lost her Fifth Senior Brother, and she did not want to lose any more family!

Lingxiang wanted so much to rush over and grab Hanyang, but Hanyang's Bolan Buqing Jue did not cover the long steps where Lingxiang was; if she left now, what would happen to Long Qi?

The wickedness of the world was truly mind-boggling. Just as Lingxiang was in a dilemma, a streak of flame flew straight toward her.

Long Qi had injuries on his body and could not dodge on his own, and Lingxiang was also exhausted, let alone having the strength to pull Long Qi.

Seeing the flame getting closer and closer, Long Qi hurriedly tried to push Lingxiang away, but he had injuries on his body and inexplicably could not muster any strength, unable to move her even a fraction.

Long Qi could only hiss, "Go! Hurry and go!"

But Lingxiang only looked at him once, that look full of determination, and then she pinched her fingers to form a seal; a Spirit Shield appeared above the two of them.

It was the Bolan Buqing Jue.

Lingxiang knew her own cultivation was shallow, but she could never bring herself to ignore Long Qi. Although she did not know how much her Spirit Shield could withstand, the worst that could happen was that she would sacrifice this life.

This muddled and terrible life of hers!

The flame flew rapidly; at the critical moment, a black figure blocked the front of Lingxiang—it was actually that ghost-masked person from just before.

She saw the ghost-masked person's robes fluttering, and then they covered the top of Lingxiang's head. She saw the center of that black cloth sink, and in an instant, it returned to being flat, as if nothing had happened, not even a sound was emitted.

What a powerful garment!

And at this moment, the ghost-masked person moved again, and that black cloth immediately expanded, instantly covering the entire Wuji Hall within it.

Was this protecting Wuji Hall?

Lingxiang did not know what this person intended to do, but regardless of whether they were friend or foe, they had saved her. She rubbed Long Qi's brow, gently smoothing away those traces of worry and panic, then laid him down and ran toward Hanyang.

"Hanyang! Hanyang!..."

Even with the black cloth covering the top, Hanyang still did not stop casting the spell. Blood had already filled his eyes, and his body was almost collapsed with dulled senses; he did not know what had happened, only that he had to guard Wuji Hall now!

Gurgling blood dripped down, yet his thin figure remained stubborn; Hanyang's body was already numb. Just then, a pair of hands grasped him, and a moment later, a scent of medicine rushed toward him.

"Enough, Hanyang," a voice said softly, "It's alright, stop now..."

Hanyang only heard a faint voice; he slowly turned his head, wanting to try to see the person clearly, but it remained a blur. However, he remembered this scent, such a special and pleasant scent.

It was Lingxiang! It was that little sister who liked to hold his hand and cause trouble everywhere since they were small!

"It's alright, it's alright..." Hanyang finally heard the murmurs coming from his ear.

Was it alright?

The massive Spirit Shield suddenly shattered; Hanyang fell to the side weakly like a puppet with broken strings, yet he did not fall to the ground, but rather into a familiar scent of medicine.

Seeing Hanyang faint, Lingxiang hurriedly checked his pulse, but it was as thin as a thread and extremely difficult to hear.

This is!

The appearance of a lamp running out of oil!

Lingxiang was horrified and hurriedly laid Hanyang flat on the ground, then took out a Silver Needle from her waist. However, even though Lingxiang sealed his vital points and channeled Spirit Power, Hanyang's complexion remained deathly pale.

Seeing this, Lingxiang panicked; with her abilities, there was truly no way to save Hanyang. If Fuyin Zhenren were here, Hanyang might still have a glimmer of hope, but Fuyin Zhenren was currently casting spells inside Wuji Hall, so how could he be distracted to save someone?

Maidong!

Where was Maidong!?

Lingxiang suddenly became clear-headed; Maidong had inherited the true teachings of Fuyin Zhenren, and although she had long resided on Qiuyun Peak, her skills were solid; if it were her, if it were her...

Lingxiang hurriedly looked around, but she did not find Maidong, and even Xin Yi, who had blocked her earlier, was nowhere to be seen.

Was there really no way? Could she only watch helplessly as Hanyang died in her arms?

Lingxiang's face was covered in tears; she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, and as if resigning to fate, she slowly reached her hand into her bosom and pulled out a Pill.

A Pill with clear patterns.

In an instant, a strange fragrance permeated the area outside Wuji Hall; although faint, it was difficult for those present to ignore. Following the scent, they saw Lingxiang holding a Pill in her hand.

It was a Life-Prolonging Pill!

Just as Lingxiang was about to have Hanyang take the Pill, someone appeared and pressed down on her, saying in a muffled voice, "You have decided on this?"

It was that ghost-masked person!

Lingxiang turned her head to look back, her eyes filled with tears, yet she was incomparably resolute. Seeing this, the Ghost Face sighed softly and let go of his hand.