Chapter 49: This Empress Does Not Meddle in the Karma of Others!

Boom!

The massive black pill erupted in a colossal shockwave, senting the crowd stumbling in every direction. By the time they regained their composure, Lu Jin had already carried Long Xiwei over a hundred yards away.

In the wake of that explosion, the Huangque Pharmacist, who had been tortured by Lu Jin until he was nearly devoid of combat strength, was directly seized by the young Beast Tamer. In the next second, those two massive fang daggers were thrust directly through his chest.

At that instant, everyone on the field froze. A group of Beast Tamers broke into cheers and leaped for joy; they acted as if they had accomplished something to be proud of. They raised their arms and howled.

The members of the Song family, however, were petrified. Their hearts trembled.

“No! The Huangque Pharmacist cannot die! He cannot die yet!” Song Wen gritted his teeth. He was about to charge out when he saw the youth’s daggers pierce through the pharmacist’s body several more times in rapid succession.

That flesh and blood body was reduced to a sieve; blood gushed out like a fountain.

“Hahaha! After all these years, I have finally killed you, you heinous—”

Squelch!

The youth’s wild laughter was cut short. He suddenly realized his own body had been impaled. From his back through his chest, a massive fang had emerged. It was sharp, icy, and bone-chilling.

“Father?” He turned his head slowly and saw a familiar face.

“Finally… Hahaha!” The gray-robed man burst into a fit of laughter. “I am truly not your father. You have personally killed your own biological father! I have spent so many years of painstaking effort just for this moment! Who told him to steal my woman back then? Since he stole her, I decided to make you father and son slaughter each other! Hahaha… Hahaha!”

The youth’s face turned as pale as paper. He looked at the man who was both his father and a stranger, then at the dying Huangque he had just stabbed. His gaze grew dim. He died with a heart full of hatred.

Everyone present was too shocked to speak. Song Wen and his people were equally dumbfounded. They had accidentally stumbled into a web of deep-seated romantic vengeance.

“It is all the fault of that Lu Jin and Long Xiwei!”

“Pursue them! Kill them!”

“They snatched the Huangque Pharmacist’s treasures. We must take them back. There might be a pill inside that can heal my father!”

Now that the pharmacist was dead, Song Wen shifted his target directly to Lu Jin and Long Xiwei.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The Song family experts took flight, pursuing the direction of Lu Jin’s escape.

“What a tragedy of love and hate,” Long Xiwei sighed. She followed Lu Jin as they fled deep into the dense forest.

Lu Jin had chosen to flee because he noticed something was wrong with Long Xiwei’s eyes. There was something suspicious about that pink medicinal powder the Song family expert had thrown earlier. What kind of medicine was it? How could it make a woman look at him with such burning intensity?

As the Song family pursuers drew near, Lu Jin was about to pull out another black explosive pill when a figure intercepted their path.

“If you continue the pursuit: death!”

Boom!

The speaker’s words were indisputable. The moment his voice fell, a terrifying aura exploded. It forced all the Song family experts back in a pathetic state. They were left terrified and speechless. In the blink of an eye, that mysterious expert vanished.

Watching this from a distance, Lu Jin could not help but frown. To have someone help me in a place like this… it is likely no one else but the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

He smiled faintly, but then he felt a wave of warmth from his arm. Long Xiwei, whom he had been pulling along, suddenly seemed to lose control of her body. She began to lean into him. She was soft and warm: she pressed closer and closer.

“Miss… Miss Long, it seems the Song family used some kind of poison!”

Long Xiwei raised her beautiful eyes to look at Lu Jin, but her body went limp. She was about to collapse.

“Miss Long…” Lu Jin caught her. The overwhelming softness and the intoxicating fragrance of her body made his own mind begin to blur.

“Not good…”

Why isn’t the Heaven Burial Coffin helping me devour the toxicity of this powder?

Sensing his own body becoming weak and his will fading, Lu Jin’s brow knit tight as he called for help.

“Lord Empress, are you really going to watch this happen?”

A cold voice drifted out: “Heh. This Empress does not meddle in the karma of others.”

Lu Jin was speechless. “But all those heaven-defying treasures you gave me… don’t they count as meddling in the karma of my life?”

Empress Qinglian replied: “Hmph!” After that sound, there was no further response.

Lu Jin realized help was not coming. Holding Long Xiwei, he ducked into a deep, secluded cave nearby before his last shred of consciousness vanished. The cave was deep and damp.

“Dammit!”

In the mountain forest, Song Wen and his experts let out roars of frustration.

“That guy has a powerhouse backing him. What should we do now!”

“We cannot just watch the Head of our family pass away!”

“The pills in the rings Lu Jin took are the last hope for saving him!”

“Search! We must find them and tear them into a thousand pieces! I am going to invite the Ancestor out of seclusion right now!”

“Once Ancestor Song Zhong emerges, no expert can stop him! Lu Jin and Long Xiwei are as good as dead!”

Time flowed by like a white stallion passing a gap.

At the Eight-Part Blood Dragon Altar, a figure emerged from the hidden jagged rocks. It was Liu Ruyan, who had been in seclusion. During this time, to escape Wang Min’s pursuit, she and Yang Dianfeng had found a hidden corner to cultivate.

After several days of dual-cultivation and under Yang Dianfeng’s allure, she had actually begun practicing Blood Demon techniques. As she stepped into the sunlight, a faint blood-red glow shrouded her body. Her beautiful eyes occasionally flickered with a dark aura. Her entire temperament had changed.

“Shizun! I have dual-cultivated with him according to your wishes. I even practiced the forbidden Blood Demon Art. My cultivation has surged; I have stepped into the 3rd-grade Jindan!” A bloodthirsty, cold smile appeared in Liu Ruyan’s eyes.

“My disciple has done well!” The Fox Master’s aged and gloomy voice rang out. “You have entered the path! The Great Plundering Immortal Art I taught you was originally a demonic art! Hahaha!” The Fox Master let out a sharp, long laugh.

Liu Ruyan’s brow knit tight. Her heart was a mess of emotions, but she eventually suppressed them. “This disciple follows Shizun’s teachings! Whether it is a demonic art or a celestial method, as long as it makes me stronger, I will practice it with all my heart!”

“Mmhmm, my good disciple! With your 3rd-grade Jindan cultivation, you can rival a 5th-grade Jindan! Even against a 6th-grade, you have the power to fight! Once you are on the Life-and-Death Stage, you must swallow Lu Jin alive. Take all his opportunities for yourself. In that way, your cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds!”

“I obey my Master’s command!”

At that moment, another figure emerged from the shadows: Yang Dianfeng. His aura had also surged significantly. He was now at the early 6th-grade Jindan!

However, Yang Dianfeng looked panicked. “Junior Sister, that bitch Wang Min has tracked us down!”

As soon as he spoke, a majestic aura descended from the sky. A woman filled with murderous intent attacked from both sides. Two flying swords shot down from her hands, aiming to slit the throats of Liu Ruyan and Yang Dianfeng in a single strike!