"Old Fourth, don’t sleep, you mustn’t sleep. Master will be here soon, just hold on a bit longer," Yan Xiaohu tightly held Zhou Qing, shouting hoarsely.
Finally, Zhou Qing’s eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing this, Yan Xiaohu burst into tears of joy, crying out loud.
He almost lost his junior brother.
"Senior Brother... I, I’m fine... you crying... looks so... ugly..."
Zhou Qing said weakly.
He never imagined that after his Golden Core was removed, the pain would be this intense, as if all the essence and spirit in his body had been drained.
After all, that was a cultivator’s only source of spiritual power.
But so what, in a while, I’ll be back on my feet!
At this moment, he felt an unprecedented gratitude towards his second uncle. If it weren’t for the wisp of Heavenly Dao Qi he gave him, he would have been truly crippled this time.
Yan Xiaohu quickly wiped away his tears and hurriedly stuffed the Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng into Zhou Qing’s mouth.
"Old Fourth, don’t speak now, just eat a bite, Senior Brother is begging you to eat a bite," Yan Xiaohu’s voice trembled as he tried to remain calm in front of Zhou Qing, not wanting to panic.
He couldn’t even imagine the despair Old Fourth would feel if his Golden Core was destroyed.
Even if he survived, he’d just be an ordinary person, with a life passing in a blink, ending in a pile of yellow soil.
At that time, he would still lose his junior brother.
Thinking of this, Yan Xiaohu felt his heart was about to break.
And all this, it was because of his own uselessness, it was junior brother who risked his life to save him.
Feeling the ginseng in his mouth, Zhou Qing said vaguely, "Senior Brother... not... not graceful, too... too big."
Yan Xiaohu quickly pulled it out from Zhou Qing’s mouth, took out a small knife, and swiftly sliced a piece, then stuffed it back into Zhou Qing’s mouth.
Feeling the immense essence qi, Zhou Qing then started to slowly chew.
"It really hurts... Senior Brother... I... I’m really fine..." Zhou Qing looked at the heartbroken Third Senior Brother and comforted him.
At that moment, a violent cough suddenly sounded from behind.
Yan Xiaohu quickly turned around to see Qian Dafu, barely standing, stumbling over with half of his body remaining.
In his hand, he tightly clutched a weakened Nascent Soul. Who else could it be but that Ghost Daoist.
One could hardly imagine that someone at the early Golden Core Realm survived the self-detonation of a mid-Nascent Soul Realm expert at such close range.
At this moment, he was staring at the half Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng in Yan Xiaohu’s hand. With his knowledge, how could he not recognize it.
Then Qian Dafu swallowed that Nascent Soul in one gulp, chewing slowly, glancing at the already opened Child Scroll beside him, with a bitter smile, seemingly resigned to his fate.
His eyes were full of madness and self-mockery.
"Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng, such a good thing, how unfair is heaven, why should the best resources be monopolized by you..."
At this moment, Yan Xiaohu couldn’t suppress his anger anymore, his eyes instantly turning crimson like an enraged beast, he pounced on Qian Dafu directly.
With a single punch, he struck Qian Dafu’s face hard, causing his face to cave in instantly, blood spurting from his mouth.
But Yan Xiaohu didn’t stop, his fists rained down like a storm, each punch filled with endless anger.
Qian Dafu didn’t resist at all, just laughed, and finally, his laughter grew softer and softer.
"A core... disciple, a Nas...cent Soul, I... profited..."
Yan Xiaohu continued to punch, even though Qian Dafu’s face was already a bloody pulp, even though his own hands were reduced to bones with bits of flesh remaining, he didn’t stop.
He kept mechanically repeating the punching motion, punch after punch, as if this was the only way to vent his grief and anger.
No one knew how long had passed, when suddenly the Child Scroll next to them trembled violently, and then a disheveled figure staggered out.
Mo Xingjian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, urgently scanned around, and quickly saw the blood-soaked Yan Xiaohu, mechanically punching away not far, and Zhou Qing, lying at his feet, face pale, with a huge gash in his abdomen.
Mo Xingjian’s legs gave out immediately.
Yan Xiaohu seemed to sense something, slowly turning his head, looking at his master, as if he had finally found his pillar, tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Master, I didn’t protect Old Fourth, I didn’t protect Old Fourth—"
In the main hall, everyone was anxiously waiting. Lingyun Mansion was quite far from Taiqing Sect, and they didn’t know if Junior Brother Mo had arrived safely.
But at this moment, the scroll shook violently again, emitting alternating red and white light.
Cao Zhengyang was stunned, his expression quickly changing, "Junior Brother Mo must be crazy, daring to come back, this is clearly a one-way... Wait, something urgent must have happened, otherwise he wouldn’t risk such danger. Everyone, quickly stabilize the scroll."
Cao Zhengyang shouted, immediately forming seals with both hands as the power belonging to the Divinity Transformation Realm poured into it.
Seeing this, the others quickly followed suit.
"Junior Brother Gao, protect us!" Just as Gao Xuan was about to infuse his spiritual power into it, Cao Zhengyang suddenly spoke.
Gao Xuan was stunned, then nodded, retracting his spiritual power and guarding the surroundings.