My Taoist buddy has practiced surrogacy

Chapter 1386 Damage
His white hair instantly spread to half of his head and his body became extremely weak.

Ling Xue looked at Zhou Xing, her heart filled with emotion and heartache. She took the blood bowl tremblingly, and suddenly found the unique star sand of Haoqing Sect floating at the bottom of the bowl.

She looked up in astonishment and saw Zhou Xing coughing up blood while laughing. She said, "So Senior Sister also recognized that this is the 317th Tribulation."

At this time, the traveling merchant led a group of bandits to the hut. They surrounded the hut and demanded the Xuanming Fruit.

Zhou Xing protected Ling Xue behind him, and a dark blue flame ignited in his palm. He said coldly: "If you want the Xuanming Fruit, you have to get past me first!"

The bandit leader's knife slashed towards Zhou Xing's forehead, but there was only a sound of metal clashing. Zhou Xing's eyes revealed a firmness and determination, he would never let Ling Xue get hurt.

In order to avoid being hunted by the bandits, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue hid in an ancient tomb, which was eerie and filled with a pungent smell.

The two walked cautiously, and suddenly, the mural on the wall attracted their attention. The mural depicted a tragic battle, with countless soldiers falling in a pool of blood. On one of the military flags, there was a secret pattern of the Haoqing Sect.

Ling Xue looked at the mural with a look of surprise in her eyes. She said, "This mural seems to be related to our sect."

Zhou Xing nodded and said, "It seems that there are some secrets hidden here."

Continuing forward, they came to a mechanism room. There were all kinds of strange instruments and runes in the room. Zhou Xing relied on his wisdom and experience to crack the mechanism.

However, just as he cracked the last mechanism, a rain of arrows suddenly occurred. Countless sharp arrows shot from all directions at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, Ling Xue flew in front of Zhou Xing without hesitation. Three poisonous arrows pierced her back, and blood instantly dyed her clothes red.

Zhou Xing looked at Ling Xue's wounded appearance, his heart filled with anger and self-blame. He picked up Ling Xue and quickly looked for a way to stop the bleeding.

In the stone chamber, they found some healing herbs. When Zhou Xing applied medicine to Ling Xue, he found an ice phoenix totem on her back. He was shocked and asked, "How did you get the ice phoenix totem?"

Ling Xue smiled weakly and said, "This is the secret of my life experience. I will tell you when I have the chance."

The two continued to explore the ancient tomb and finally came to an altar. On the altar was a bronze box, which emitted a soft light.

Zhou Xing opened the bronze box and saw two jade slips lying inside. The jade slips were engraved with some ancient words and runes.

Ling Xue picked up a jade slip and read: "Only when the twin calamities are over can we know that the moon is the same."

At this moment, the jade tablet turned into a stream of light and sank into the two people's brows. A strange memory flooded into their minds. It turned out that three hundred years ago, they had jointly resisted the Heavenly Demon Rift.

The bandits chased into the ancient tomb and surrounded Zhou Xing and Ling Xue. The bandit leader looked at them and said viciously: "Hand over the Xuanming Fruit, otherwise you will all die!"

Zhou Xing looked at the bandit leader and sneered, "Wanting the Xuanming Fruit? Wishful thinking!"

He detonated the mechanism in the tomb, and immediately, huge rocks rolled down and dust flew. The tomb began to collapse, and Zhou Xing and Ling Xue took the opportunity to break out.

They fled to an open space, but the bandits were still chasing them. Zhou Xing knew that this was not a solution, so he decided to die with the bandits.

He pushed Ling Xue onto the hot air balloon and said, "Take care of yourself and wait for me to come back."

The hot air balloon slowly rose, and Zhou Xing turned to face the bandits. He activated his magic power and destroyed his own heart meridian. A powerful force burst out, shattering the quicksand within a radius of ten miles.

Ling Xue saw this scene on the hot air balloon and tears welled up in her eyes. She screamed, her heart filled with pain and despair.

After the smoke and dust cleared, Ling Xue landed on the ground. She picked up half of a charred jade plaque in the sand. The inscription on the plaque and her broken jade just happened to form a complete sect seal.

At this moment, a giant teleportation array emerged from the sandstorm. At the center of the array lay Zhou Xing's bloodstained robe, wrapped in a half-burnt osmanthus branch - the token she gave him when he took the entrance examination.

Ling Xue brought Zhou Xing's remaining clothes and jade token and came to the upper realm through the teleportation array. In the upper realm, she asked around for news about Zhou Xing, but could not find him.

As the days passed, Ling Xue never gave up looking for Zhou Xing. She believed that Zhou Xing must still be alive.

One day, Ling Xue met the gatekeeper in the sect's forbidden area. The gatekeeper looked at her and said with a smile: "Girl, you are finally back."

Ling Xue looked at the gatekeeper and felt that he looked familiar. After a closer look, she was surprised to find that the gatekeeper was Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing smiled and spread out his palm, saying, "The scar from the 317th calamity is still there."

In his palms lay two intertwined golden elixirs, and the elixir patterns were like the flames and moonlight that burned the city that night.

Ling Xue looked at Zhou Xing, her eyes full of joy and emotion. She threw herself into Zhou Xing's arms and said, "It's great that you're still alive."

The morning light penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the two of them. Zhou Xing brushed the fallen leaves off Ling Xue's shoulders and asked, "Do you want to be a merchant outside the Great Wall or a scholar in the south of the Yangtze River next time you go through the tribulation?"

Ling Xue tied the medicine bag to his wrist with her backhand and said with a smile: "As long as I meet you in different worlds."

The two smiled at each other. They knew that the road ahead was still long and there were more disasters waiting for them. But they believed that as long as they stayed with each other, they would be able to overcome all the disasters and ascend to the upper realm.

Zhou Xing was wearing a rough prison uniform and a heavy iron chain around his neck, dragging his feet slowly in the dark and damp dungeon. He lowered his head, his messy hair covering his eyes, like a wounded trapped animal.

The supervisors held whips in their hands and beat the crowd wantonly. The whips landed on Zhou Xing's back, making a crisp sound, and blood marks appeared on his back. Zhou Xing gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, with an unyielding look in his eyes.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the dungeon. A woman in armor strode in. She was Ling Xue, the famous female general of the enemy country. Ling Xue was agile and had sharp eyes, like a god of war.

Ling Xue walked up to Zhou Xing and stopped. She lifted Zhou Xing's chin with her scabbard and looked at him carefully. Suddenly, she frowned and found a crescent-shaped birthmark on Zhou Xing's collarbone. A trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Take this slave to the torture room and punish him with a branding iron!" Ling Xue said coldly.

Zhou Xing was taken to the torture room by the soldiers and tied to the cross. The branding iron burned red in the fire, emitting a pungent smell. The soldiers brought the branding iron close to Zhou Xing's eyes, but Zhou Xing suddenly sneered: "General, do you know the 108 tortures that Haoqing Sect uses to punish traitors?"

Ling Xue was slightly startled, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She didn't expect this lowly slave to say such a thing. But soon, she regained her dignity and said, "A slave of a conquered country dares to be so stubborn!"

Late at night, Ling Xue came to the cell for inspection. When she walked to Zhou Xing's cell, she found that Zhou Xing was drawing spells on the ground with grass stems. Those spells flickered with a faint light, as if they contained mysterious power. Ling Xue's heart moved, she pretended not to see it and continued to walk forward. But in her heart, she had deep doubts about Zhou Xing's identity.

After Ling Xue returned to the military camp, she kept thinking about Zhou Xing. She sat in the tent with a frown on her face, thinking about how to uncover Zhou Xing's true identity.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in the tent. The shadow gradually solidified and turned into a black-clad spy. The spy knelt on one knee and said, "General, I found a secret letter from the Demon Sect that was not completely burned in the secret compartment of the imperial study."

Ling Xue took the secret letter and looked at the incomplete text on it. She felt that things were not simple. She decided to go to the imperial tomb in person to find more clues.

While working, Zhou Xing deliberately knocked over the oil lamp and set the food and grass on fire. Suddenly, the fire shot up into the sky and the camp fell into chaos. Zhou Xing took advantage of the chaos to sneak into Ling Xue's military tent.

In the military tent, Zhou Xing was looking for useful clues. At this time, he found a bronze paperweight on the desk. The bottom of the paperweight was engraved with the secret pattern of Haoqing Sect. Zhou Xing was delighted, it seemed that Ling Xue also had a close connection with Haoqing Sect.

Just as Zhou Xing was about to leave, Ling Xue came back. She saw the fire in the tent and Zhou Xing's figure, and immediately understood everything. She drew her sword and pointed it at Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing was not in a hurry. He broke the bead chain, and three hundred Buddhist beads formed a star map in the air. The star map was shining, reflecting the scene of the two people fighting swords in the sect in their previous life.

Ling Xue looked at the star map with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She put away her sword and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhou Xing looked at Ling Xue and said, "I am Zhou Xing, a disciple of the Haoqing Sect. We once practiced together in the sect."

Ling Xue's heart was in turmoil after hearing Zhou Xing's words. She had never expected that this slave from a conquered country was actually her fellow disciple.

At the celebration banquet, Ling Xue sat in the main seat, and Zhou Xing stood in the audience. Ling Xue gave Zhou Xing a glass of wine in public, saying, "Slave, drink this glass of wine, and I will spare your life."

Zhou Xing looked at the wine glass in front of him, knowing that the wine must be poisoned. But he remained calm and drank it all.

As the poisoned wine entered his throat, Zhou Xing felt a sharp pain spreading from his throat to his entire body. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still endured the pain and asked with a smile, "Is this better than the sect's Immortal Drunken Wine?"

Black blood began to seep out of his seven orifices, but Zhou Xing's eyes remained firm. Ling Xue looked at Zhou Xing and felt a little sorry for him.

At this moment, Ling Xue's deputy secretly changed the wine cup. He didn't want Zhou Xing to die so easily. Zhou Xing noticed the deputy's little move, and he wrote "Be careful of the candlelight" on the table with his bloody finger.

The candlelight reflected the cold light of hidden weapons on the beams. It was obvious that someone wanted to assassinate Ling Xue at the banquet. Ling Xue was shocked when she saw the words left by Zhou Xing. She immediately ordered to strengthen the guard.

On a rainy night, Zhou Xing broke free of his shackles and sneaked into the armory. He took out the magic sect's weapon refining technique and began to smelt the scrap iron. In the blazing fire, the scrap iron gradually turned into a sharp sword.

At this moment, Ling Xue appeared with an umbrella. She looked at Zhou Xing and said, "You want to forge a sword to kill your master?"

Twin inscriptions appeared on the sword. Zhou Xing looked at Ling Xue and said, "I just want to protect myself and the people you want to protect."

The enemy attacked at night and the camp fell into chaos. Zhou Xing took the opportunity to escape from the cell and fought side by side with Ling Xue.

On the battlefield, the flashing of swords and the shouting of killing were deafening. Zhou Xing and Ling Xue cooperated well and killed many enemy soldiers.

During the battle, Ling Xue discovered an old scar on Zhou Xing's wrist. The scar was exactly the same as the sword scar she left when she saved her junior sister. She was shocked and asked, "How did this scar come from?"

Zhou Xing looked at Ling Xue and said, "This is the sword mark you left when you saved my junior sister."

Ling Xue felt mixed emotions after hearing Zhou Xing's words. She had never expected that the person she had saved would be the slave of a conquered country whom she had always hated.

At this moment, the enemy shot a poison arrow. Ling Xue blocked the poison arrow to save Zhou Xing. Purple blood oozed from the wound, and her body began to shake.

Seeing this, Zhou Xing hurriedly tore open her clothes and used his magic to force the poison out of her. In the process, they both saw the seal characters "316th Tribulation" engraved on each other's waist badges.

They finally understood that all this was a calamity. They were fellow disciples who had experienced the calamity in different small worlds.

The setting sun was blood-red, and Zhou Xing bandaged Ling Xue's wound. Ling Xue looked at Zhou Xing's focused expression, and a warm current surged in her heart. She suddenly put the helmet on Zhou Xing's head and said, "Wear my armor and break through."

The inside of the armor was embroidered with half of the Haoqing Sect's starry sky map, which matched perfectly with the dark pattern of Zhou Xing's formal dress. Zhou Xing looked at Ling Xue, and his heart was filled with emotion.

Zhou Xing and Ling Xue pretended to be scouts and sneaked into the enemy camp. They searched for useful clues in the enemy camp.

In the king's tent, they found that the dragon throne was inlaid with fragments of the Demon Sect's treasure, the Soul-Capture Mirror. The fragments reflected the light and shadow of the two people's cultivation in their previous lives.

At this moment, the enemy discovered their identities. The enemy leader was furious and ordered them to be surrounded.

Ling Xue admitted to releasing prisoners of war in public and was taken to the execution ground. Zhou Xing disguised himself as an executioner, holding the demon-slaying sword. He knew that this was their last chance.

The moment the Demon Slayer Sword touched Ling Xue's neck, the magic patterns on the sword lit up. A powerful force burst out from the sword, repelling the surrounding enemy forces.

As the earth shook, the fragments of the Soul-Capture Mirror flew and pieced together into a complete form. The shadow of the head of the Haoqing Sect appeared in the mirror, and he said, "Are you willing to sacrifice your body and cultivation in exchange for a double world?"

Zhou Xing and Ling Xue looked at each other. They knew that this was a choice they had to face.

Zhou Xing used the thunder to split the soul-catching mirror, and a vast spiritual power gushed out of the mirror. Under the impact of this spiritual power, the armies of the two countries were stunned.

Ling Xue cut her palm and used blood as a medium to activate the ancient forbidden technique. Her hair was white as she and Zhou Xing interlocked their fingers and endured the thunderbolt together.

The thunderbolt struck, and the two were covered in lightning, but they hugged each other tightly, never leaving each other.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the two sat on the ruins and counted the wounds. Zhou Xing took out half a moldy osmanthus cake from his scorched clothes and said, "Do you remember the old osmanthus tree in the back mountain of the sect?"

The morning light penetrated the broken dome, and the light reflected by Ling Xue's armor fell between Zhou Xing's eyebrows, just like the cinnabar mole that their master had dotted on their foreheads when they first started learning.

Zhou Xing and Ling Xue smiled at each other. They knew that they had finally survived this disaster. And there were more disasters waiting for them ahead...

Thunderbolts struck one after another, and the two gradually began to feel unable to hold on. At this moment, the forces of the "Desert Wolf" took the opportunity to launch an attack. They bombed the gas station and the garment factory with explosives. In an instant, explosions rang out and flames shot up into the sky.

Zhou Xing and Ling Xue fought hard against the explosion, their bodies were shaken by the shock wave of the explosion, but they never gave up, holding hands tightly and encouraging each other.