Chapter 387
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Chapter 387: The Changes in the Royal City
The new Heavenly Sword Sect had been rebuilt roughly 1,300 miles from its original mountain gate. Gone were the majestic gates and the five or six towering peaks; now, only a mountain spanning a dozen or so miles around remained.
On the mountainside lay a platform several dozen zhang wide. A small hut leaned against the cliff wall, its entrance flanked by a stone table and two stools. Seated there were a white-haired elder and a youth of about seventeen.
“Teacher, how is Ling’er? How much longer can she last?” The youth frowned, worry clouding his eyes.
“Do not fret. Ling’er possesses the Demon Race Bloodline and received the inheritance of the holy woman of the Demon Race from Shui Qingxuan. Her body remains unharmed. Her unconscious state stems solely from a sealed, injured soul. A spirit pill that heals souls will rouse her.” The elder gestured dismissively.
The pair were Ye Yun and Elder Seven. Since Su Hao’s death and disappearance of the spirit, addressing Elder Seven as “Master” had pained Ye Yun, reminding him of his loss. Thus, they settled on “teacher” instead—a change the elder accepted without hesitation.
“And if no such pill is found? What are her chances?” Ye Yun pressed.
Elder Seven paused. “Her Demon Race Bloodline and the holy woman’s inheritance make her future uncertain. But her body absorbs spiritual energy from the world daily, sustaining itself. For three months, she’s shown no decline.”
“How long can she endure?”
“A year or two, perhaps. Beyond that, I cannot say.”
Ye Yun inhaled deeply. “Then I ask you to guard her for one year while I seek the spirit pill in the Great Qin Empire. Teacher, I leave this to you!” He stood and bowed low.
Elder Seven sighed. Ye Yun’s cultivation level had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, his potential undeniable. The Heavenly Sword Sect could no longer aid his path of cultivation—only the Great Qin Empire offered the challenges he needed.
“The Great Qin Empire teems with sects and experts. Golden Core stage cultivators, rare here in Jin Kingdom, are commonplace there. Even Nascent Soul stage Ancestors exist. Stay low-key. Survival comes first.”
Ye Yun nodded gratefully.
“Go. Soul-healing pills are exceedingly rare—remember, it’s the soul, not the spirit, that needs treatment. Restoring Soul Power is simple, but mending the soul itself? That’s another matter.”
“But isn’t the spirit just an advanced form of the soul?”
“No!” The elder glared. “The soul governs your body, will, and bloodline. The spirit is merely energy refined from the soul at the Foundation Establishment stage—a byproduct. You must heal the soul itself.”
Ye Yun’s eyes widened. He’d conflated the two, never grasping their distinction.
“Damage the spirit, and your cultivation suffers. Damage the soul?” The elder shook his head. “You become a mindless husk. Soul destruction means true death—no afterlife, no reincarnation.”
A chill gripped Ye Yun. Without this warning, he might have sought the wrong cure.
“Go swiftly. Ling’er’s time is uncertain.” The elder glanced at the hut where Su Ling lay motionless on stone, her feverish body now cool.
After two days watching her, Ye Yun knew any sudden change could end her.
“I’ll head to the royal city, meet Senior Brother Duan, and use the royal teleportation array to reach the Great Qin Empire.” He clasped his hands in farewell.
Elder Seven waved him off. “The array will hasten your journey. Go.”
Ye Yun’s gaze pierced the hut’s walls, lingering on the girl whose lashes seemed to flutter. Then he darted away, vanishing into the horizon within moments.
The elder watched him disappear, resolve hardening in his eyes.
The royal city lay just over two thousand miles distant—a journey Ye Yun completed in a day’s frantic travel.
Jin Kingdom’s ancient capital sprawled behind moss-streaked walls that whispered of two millennia past. Normally bustling with merchants, its gates now stood shut.
“By imperial decree, the royal city closes for three days! None may enter or leave!” bellowed a guard atop the wall—Guard Zeng.
Chaos erupted below. Residents cursed, merchants wailed over lost deals, nobles threatened retribution. A mother pleaded for her daughter’s safety from nocturnal beasts.
Ye Yun ignored the crowd. He leapt toward the battlements.
“Shoot him down!” Guard Zeng roared.
A hail of arrows blotted the sky.
