Chapter 381
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Chapter 381: Convergence
Ye Yun was startled as he held Su Ling, realizing the girl in his arms felt like burning charcoal, scorching to the touch.
He darted swiftly and soon met Elder Seven and the others approaching.
“Master, check Ling’er,” Ye Yun urged, voice thick with worry.
Elder Seven reached for Su Ling’s forehead but recoiled instinctively. Her skin blazed unnaturally—had she not been a practitioner, the heat alone would’ve seared flesh.
Elder Seven’s face darkened. Gripping Su Ling’s wrist, he channeled true qi into her.
“Her vitality remains strong; no life force is fading. Yet this fever’s cause eludes me. We must monitor her closely.”
Ye Yun glanced anxiously at Yan Changchun, who waved a hand. “If Elder Seven says she’s stable, trust his judgment. His mastery of alchemy is unmatched. We’ll find shelter first, then determine how to treat her.”
Nodding reluctantly, Ye Yun adjusted his hold on Su Ling.
Su Yinxue stood silent nearby. Her gaze drifted from Su Ling’s flushed face to the empty sky where Shui Qingxuan and Su Hao had vanished.
“Senior Sister Yinxue, we must go.” Ye Yun’s voice softened. Though Su Yinxue acted mature, she was still a sheltered teen facing her first true loss.
Su Yinxue blinked dully, tears streaking her cheeks as she trailed behind the group toward distant peaks.
A hundred miles onward, Duanmu Longtai’s group greeted them with somber faces.
“Why were the Masters of Tian Zhu Peak and Lan Yue Peak absent?” Ye Yun suddenly asked.
Yan Changchun scowled. “Those two cowards! After Sage Huo Yun appeared, they sent a thousand-mile transmission—abandoning the sect to flee together!”
“Even insects cling to life,” Elder Seven remarked coldly. “With Sage Huo Yun’s might, only Shui Qingxuan’s self-destruction saved us. Their fear was logical, if shameful.”
“Peak Masters deserting during crisis? I’ll slaughter them if we meet again!” Yan Changchun’s murderous intent thickened.
Changing subjects, Ye Yun asked, “Sect Leader, where’s Shen Mo?”
“Elders Black and White evacuated him earlier. They’ll regroup with us soon.”
As if summoned, dozens of figures descended—Shen Mo and Yu Minghong at the forefront.
“Brother Ye! You’re alive!” Shen Mo grinned.
Ye Yun clasped his friend’s shoulder. “When the great formation fell, I feared—”
“Elders got us out early. We’ve waited hours!” Shen Mo’s smile faded. “Sage Huo Yun…?”
“Dead. Reduced to ash alongside Master and Aunt Xuan.”
Elder Black stiffened. “Then Shui Qingxuan truly was the Spirit Demon Race’s holy woman?”
Ye Yun nodded, recounting events while omitting the Great Demon Divine Art. Murong Wuqing and Yan Changchun exchanged glances—some secrets were best kept.
“How many survive?” Yan Changchun surveyed the ragged fifty-odd disciples.
“Maybe hundreds,” Elder Black said grimly. “Outer and servant disciples couldn’t outrun the destruction.”
“We rebuild.” Yan Changchun’s voice steeled. “From these embers, the Heavenly Sword Sect shall rise anew.”
As determination kindled in the crowd, Ye Yun studied Su Ling. The blue mark on her blazing forehead glowed brighter—a hauntingly familiar sigil.
