Chapter 453
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The massacre began at that moment. Ye Wushuang, wielding the Tianya Sword, swung it with each strike, reaping the lives of the disciples of the Chu and Liu clans one by one.
In this moment, his rage was particularly intense.
Xiao Yuan and Qing Chengtian, witnessing this scene, disregarded their own injuries and occasionally struck down a few individuals at the early stage of the Condensation Pulse realm.
As for those at the middle or late stages of the Condensation Pulse realm who dared to attack them, they were all swiftly slain by Ye Wushuang with a single sword strike.
In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the entire valley was littered with corpses, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.
Qing Chengtian and Xiao Yuan stood beside Ye Wushuang, their hands still trembling slightly as they gazed upon the scene before them.
Two individuals at the Yuanfu realm, and dozens at the Condensation Pulse realm, had all been killed.
Ye Wushuang’s current strength, even without relying on spirit arrays, had already reached a terrifying level.
The eighth stage of the Condensation Pulse realm!
Even the first stage of the Yuanfu realm could not restrain Ye Wushuang. What, then, was the limit of his potential?
At this moment, Ye Wushuang sheathed his sword and approached Wang Xueqi and Qing Shiyu.
He placed his finger on Qing Shiyu’s wrist, channeling a thread of spiritual energy into her body. Immediately, his brow furrowed.
“How is she?” Wang Xueqi asked anxiously.
Having spent these past few days together with Qing Shiyu, they had become quite close, and seeing her severely injured now, she was deeply worried.
“Some of her heart meridians have been shattered by a palm strike…” Ye Wushuang exhaled, looking at the stone mill in front of him and saying, “Lay her on the stone mill.”
The stone mill, which had been sealed, had already been unlocked by Ye Wushuang. At this moment, the surface of the three-zhang-diameter stone mill was radiating with light.
Amidst the shimmering spiritual light, one could faintly see a core position where a green lotus was blooming. The nine-petaled green lotus exuded a refreshing fragrance, rising like a wisp of smoke…
“This is… the Nine-Petaled Lingqing Lotus…” Xiao Yuan exclaimed in astonishment.
The Nine-Petaled Lingqing Lotus?
Wang Xueqi and Qing Chengtian, however, were unaware of it.
Xiao Yuan continued, “The Nine-Petaled Lingqing Lotus is a precious ingredient for refining third-grade, and even fourth-grade spiritual pills. The lotus seeds can nurture a martial artist’s body and spirit, while the petals contain pure spiritual energy that can enlighten one.”
After speaking, Xiao Yuan looked at Ye Wushuang, puzzled, “But with Qing Shiyu’s damaged heart meridians, if we recklessly infuse her with the spiritual energy of the Nine-Petaled Lingqing Lotus, she might not be able to withstand it…”
Ye Wushuang replied earnestly, “It would be too much for others, but she will be fine.”
At that moment, Ye Wushuang took Qing Shiyu and laid her on the stone mill.
The Nine-Petaled Lingqing Lotus released tendrils that spread throughout Qing Shiyu’s body.
These tendrils, pulsating and vibrant, seemed even more eager upon touching Qing Shiyu.
Then, from the petals and seeds, light flickered as streams of spiritual energy poured into Qing Shiyu’s body.
“This…”
Xiao Yuan was utterly astonished.
Ye Wushuang spoke slowly, “Qing Shiyu is a Pure Yuan spiritual body, with an extremely high affinity for spiritual energy. Compared to the Nine-Petaled Lingqing Lotus itself, these seeds and petals are even more eager for her spiritual body…”
Time passed bit by bit, as the spiritual energy of the Nine-Petaled Lingqing Lotus continued to flow into Qing Shiyu’s body. Her pale cheeks gradually regained their color.
“Mmm…”
A soft murmur escaped Qing Shiyu’s lips.
“Am… I dead?”
Ye Wushuang stood by the stone mill, looking at Qing Shiyu, and smiled, “With me here, how could you possibly die?”
Qing Shiyu slowly sat up on the stone mill, examining her body in growing amazement.
“Huh? I was struck by Liu Pofeng’s palm… but now… I can’t feel any pain at all?”
“Ah!”
Suddenly, Qing Shiyu stood up, her face filled with horror as she scrutinized herself, and then she looked at Ye Wushuang and the others with an expression of disbelief…
