By the time both arrived back… they saw the house already had several large holes broken through it, and a figure was lying on the open ground in front of the door, barely clinging to life.

This person wasn’t Han Lie, but rather Zhu Fan, a disciple from the Law Enforcement Hall sent by Zhui Ming.

“Uh… uh… uh…”

Zhuo Hongyi quickly stepped forward to see the lying disciple. His eyes were empty and lifeless, and his whole body was convulsing, as if he had lost his three souls and seven spirits. Across his upper body was a long saber wound angled forty-five degrees, stretching from his shoulder down to his waist. The wound wasn’t bloody red, but a withered, pitch-black hue that was still continuously spreading outward, destroying his bodily functions while also plundering his vitality.

She recognized the person—it was indeed Zhu Fan, a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall’s Azure Dragon Squad. She didn’t know why he had ended up like this, nor did she care.

She glared fiercely at Zhui Ming, saying coldly, “Senior Brother, prepare to beg Master for forgiveness!”

Then, without paying attention to the dying Zhu Fan, she quickly returned inside the house. Inside, she saw a mess everywhere, with signs of a fierce battle all over. She searched everywhere for Han Lie but couldn’t find him.

“Little old man!” She panicked momentarily.

She even expanded her search range but still couldn’t find any trace of his whereabouts. Now, only two outcomes were possible: either he was completely destroyed into ashes by Zhu Fan, or he had escaped. Judging from the battle scene and Zhu Fan’s injuries, she leaned towards the latter possibility.

Afterwards, she returned to the open space, her eyes burning with raging fury. She went up and slapped Zhui Ming, sending him spinning like a top several circles in place.

“Zhui Ming! I previously respected you as a Senior Brother and gave you some face, but I never expected you to dare send people to force their way into my home! From now onwards, except for necessary occasions, never appear before me again!”

Zhui Ming covered the reddened half of his face. His pupils were constricted, his chest was heaving violently, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably! He completely never expected Zhuo Hongyi would actually tear apart all pretense of cordiality completely over a mere Servant Disciple! Her words were like the sharpest blade, viciously stabbing into his heart! His psychological defenses instantly collapsed, and he felt like the sky was falling!

“Fine… fine! Very fine, Junior Sister!” His face was as gloomy as water. Barely restraining his erupting emotions, he said in a low voice, “In your eyes, I am even inferior to a mere Servant Disciple, right? Fine! I remember this!”

After saying this, he picked up Zhu Fan from the ground and left. As for the threats, he acted like he didn’t hear them. Now, his mind was filled only with thoughts of how Han Lie was doing.

“That Zhu Fan has a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation, but the little old man is only at early-Foundation Establishment. I never expected him to actually win!”

Judging from Zhu Fan’s condition, he probably wouldn’t survive. But not necessarily… Since Han Lie still had the strength to escape, he likely didn’t suffer fatal injuries either.

The urgent matter now was to find his whereabouts. Otherwise, if his injuries gradually worsened, his life would be in danger!

Meanwhile, on the other side…

Han Lie fled continuously, gradually leaving the central areas and moving deeper into the depths of the sect. He finally arrived by the side of a small stream. A mouthful of blood then sprayed out.

“Damn!” Clutching his chest, his breathing was extremely chaotic and turbulent.

Images of the fierce battle just now were still replaying in his mind. He had used a powerful technique and, at the same time, the Soul Devouring Saber Art to take away Zhu Fan’s three souls and seven spirits. However, he was also injured by the technique he used. If not for the enhancement of his Pure Yang Sacred Body, that move would have been enough to kill him outright. Even so, his internal injuries were extremely severe. Now, lying streamside, he felt increasingly weak and feeble inside, and his vision was gradually blurring.

“My battle experience… is still too lacking. Otherwise…”

“Just dealing with a single mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator wouldn’t have ended up… in such a state!” One could even say that before this, he had never had proper battle experience. The last time, when he ambushed Yun Fei, it was less a battle and more accurately described as a one-sided beating.

With his current cultivation, using the Soul Devouring Saber Art could indeed kill mid-Foundation Establishment cultivators. Still, due to his lack of battle experience, it was also difficult for him to dodge the opponent’s attacks, especially those large-area techniques.

Hum! Suddenly, a buzzing sound rang in his mind. His vision went dark, and he instantly lost consciousness, collapsing. In the instant he lost consciousness, he seemed to feel a hand grab him from behind.

He didn’t know how long passed before he woke up. The first thing that came into view was an antique room.

“Who saved me?”

He rubbed his forehead, recalling the moment before he lost consciousness. Coupled with his current surroundings, he could basically confirm that someone had definitely saved him. He just didn’t know who.

His internal injuries seemed to have recovered considerably; they were not as severe as before he fainted. Part of this was thanks to the Pure Yang Sacred Body, which, strictly speaking, although primarily a special physique for attracting female cultivators, also possessed a certain degree of self-healing ability. It was just not as outstanding as physiques dedicated to self-healing.

Of course, he believed that the person who saved him likely contributed to the healing as well.

Creeak. Just as he was pondering who saved him, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a graceful, crimson figure slowly walked in.

It was Chi Lian, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Void Sect.

Seeing Grand Elder Chi Lian, the rock suspended in his chest finally dropped. He started to get out of bed to pay his respects, but Chi Lian waved her jade-like hand. Her enchanting red lips parted slightly.

“You are injured, so there is no need to perform these tedious rites.”

“Thank you for saving my life, Grand Elder.” Nonetheless, Han Lie formally expressed his gratitude.

Grand Elder Chi Lian smiled seductively, teasing him. “Oh my, you were about to trespass into the sect’s forbidden area! If I hadn’t snatched you back, even I might not have been able to protect you. Besides, on the other hand, I still need you to go bait the Saintess—that big fish—for me, don’t I? Hehe, you can’t die so quickly, or wouldn’t my ten thousand Spirit Stones deposit be wasted?”

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