307: Chapter 53: The Northern Hunt Catastrophe (6K5)_3 307: Chapter 53: The Northern Hunt Catastrophe (6K5)_3 “They must have given up the pursuit on their own,”
Lu Yuan’s face was equally pale as she led the Baihua Valley disciples in a joint escape with the Yuqing Pavilion.
Because that Yin God’s arrow qi was too fast.
Just one arrow.
One Baihua Valley disciple died, and three from Yuqing Pavilion.
Besides that,
there were no other casualties, and although the escape was extremely dangerous, fortunately, no accidents occurred.
There was complete silence all around.
It was at this moment that everyone noticed Shang Yi, who had been silent and was staring intently at the jade token in his palm.
“Pavilion Master?”
The female disciple of Yuqing Pavilion spoke again, with careful trepidation.
The jade token in Shang Yi’s hand
was the “Life Token” of the Yuqing Pavilion.
Only “important figures” within the Taoist sect with a certain status were qualified to possess it.
Within the Life Token, one’s Divine Soul would be imbued.
Refined through a special secret technique.
This Northern Hunt…
The Taoist sect had bestowed two Life Tokens.
With the Life Token in Shang Yi’s hand, he could sense the Divine Thought of Tai Shang House’s Daoist Fang Hang.
If both were in the same Secret Realm, they could engage in a conversation through Divine Thought.
The crowd had thought that the little Pavilion Master’s silence was due to the previous “escape” of the Daoist.
“Fang Hang is dead,”
No one expected that Shang Yi would suddenly speak, revealing this shocking news.
The female disciples of the Yuqing Pavilion all stiffened.
The news was quite sudden.
In a world that had been at peace for years, with the Taoist sect hidden from the world,
death
seemed like a very distant concept.
A Great Perfected dies of old age, detached from existence, ascending in broad daylight.
That is death.
A commoner contracts an incurable disease, succumbs to it with resentment.
That too is death.
Cultivators encountering calamities within Secret Realms…
There are many ways to die in this world.
But before the Northern Hunt, it seemed like all these ways of dying had nothing to do with them.
Lu Yuan fell silent for a moment before saying, “Has his Life Token’s response disappeared?
Could he have deliberately crushed the Life Token?”
“No,”
Shang Yi gently shook his head, speaking dispassionately, “I entered the Taoist path in the same year as Fang Hang, and we supervised each other’s cultivation.
There are not many in this world who understand him better than I do.
He was very afraid of death.
The reason he chose to flee from the Yuqing Pavilion is that he knew how formidable these iron riders were…
He wanted to live more than anyone, and keeping the Life Token allowed him to stay in touch with the Yuqing Pavilion, so why would he crush it needlessly?”
This statement sounded somewhat ironic,
but it was the truth.
There was no point in crushing the Life Token.
“If he’s dead, then he’s dead,”
It was then that Yuan Yi, who had been silent in Baihua Valley, spoke up again.
During the previous escape, she had always been bound by her senior sisters.
Now, finally free from the restraints of Senior Sister Lu Yuan’s talismans, she spoke bitterly, “This Daoist Fang Hang is a complete ‘hypocrite’!
The Yuqing Pavilion clearly saved his life, yet when disaster struck, he not only failed to warn anyone but instead fled alone!”
With these words, an uproar ensued…
The faces of the women from Yuqing Pavilion were a mix of emotions.
Previously, they had quite a few preconceptions about Yuan Yi.
But after what happened,
they didn’t know what to say anymore.
If Fang Hang had shown the slightest bit of responsibility, spoken up to warn them, that last arrow would never have resulted in any casualties from the Yuqing Pavilion or Baihua Valley.
“He hasn’t woken up yet?”
Shang Yi pocketed the life token and looked toward the unconscious man in the red robe not far away.
“Young Pavilion Master, he is sleeping very deeply…”
The female disciple responsible for watching over Yu Wenzhong expressed her distress.
When they were being chased by the iron cavalry, the Young Pavilion Master had ordered them to flee together with this man, who was very heavy, like a small mountain, almost grounding their Flying Swords.
Shang Yi stood up and walked over to Yu Wenzhong.
She narrowed her eyes, examining him closely.
This Qiantian Palace Saint breathed evenly, his abdomen rising and falling…
was he asleep?
“Slap!”
Shang Yi acted decisively, delivering a resounding slap across the cheek of the Qiantian Palace Saint through the air!
This was no light slap!
Sword Qi was infused within it.
Even with Yu Wenzhong’s Golden Body Realm physique, his cheek swelled up instantly!
“Who?
Who dares to ambush this Saint Heir?”
This Qiantian Palace Saint grimaced in pain, instantly waking up, flipping over with a carp’s leap and springing to his feet.
He was very vigilant and instinctively threw a punch directly ahead.
Subconsciously…
the Qiantian Eight Forbidden were about to be unleashed.
“Yuwen Saint, it’s me.”
The next moment.
Shang Yi used her Flying Sword to gently press down the punch.
Upon hearing the graceful voice, Yu Wenzhong calmed down as he recognized her face, and with knitted brows, he asked in confusion, “Shang Fairy…
where are we?
What just happened?”
“It’s a long story.”
Shang Yi said somberly, “Yuwen Saint, forgive me, but you were sleeping so deeply that I had to use special means to wake you.”
“Hiss…”
Yu Wenzhong rubbed his swollen cheek for several moments.
Only then did his mind settle down.
“Wait, where is Xie Zhen?”
Yu Wenzhong widened his eyes, scanning his surroundings with caution.
“Don’t worry.” Shang Yi spoke calmly, “He has already left.”
Yu Wenzhong remained vigilant, “And what about the demoness?”
“The demoness?”
Shang Yi was taken aback.
When Yuqing Pavilion arrived, they had not found any so-called demoness.
Moreover, Fang Hang had made no mention of a “demoness.”
“Here’s what happened…”
Yu Wenzhong rubbed his temples, recounting everything that happened since they entered the Secret Realm to the people of Yuqing Pavilion.
Shang Yi listened quietly.
She sensed something was off, “You mean to say, facing Xie Zhen…
both Fang Hang and you were taken down?”
“Yes.”
Yu Wenzhong paused for a moment, then said with a tinge of emotion, “I have yet to experience Xie Zhen’s swordsmanship, but the mastery of his unarmed combat skills was so profound it was shocking.”
“…”
Shang Yi sighed and said, “Xie Sheng is dead.”
Yu Wenzhong froze.
A moment later.
Shang Yi continued, “Brother Fang Hang is dead too.”