Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1579 Can’t be saved

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It's past midnight today.

……

The pale blue soul power that swirled between Chloe Russell's fingers slowly receded into her sleeve.

The Sea-Suppressing Shield firmly protected the girl in the final explosion. The remaining demonic aura of Yan Choulong failed to penetrate her body, and the few remaining wisps of black energy quietly disappeared under the operation of her Heavy Water Aura.

At this moment, although the little saintess's face was ashen, the breath she exhaled from her mouth and nose was no longer impure or cold. Only her muscles, which had been overwhelmed by the backlash of divine power, were twitching slightly.

Chloe used her soul power to probe into his wrist and gently touched it. She felt the tendons that were being torn apart by the pure sea soul: "The shock has seeped into the bone... but fortunately, it has not damaged the original essence."

She took out a deep blue pill from her sleeve and put it into Xixi's mouth. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down—with the secret medicine of Poseidon Island, she should be able to recover her strength and bones in ten days.

……

On the scorched earth of the courtyard, the atmosphere was frozen solid.

Zhu Wuneng's knees were deeply embedded in the carbonized rubble, and his blood-soaked arms tightly held the old man's limp body.

A muffled sound of water escaped his throat, and tears fell onto Zhu Hongzhen's ashen face, instantly vaporizing into barely visible mist from the burning wound.

The gash that ran diagonally from the right shoulder blade to the left waist was charred and blackened, with the skin and flesh rolled up like burnt-out charcoal.

Between the broken ribs, the charred heart was pulsating with a weak rhythm, each beat squeezing out gurgling purplish-black viscous blood plasma.

The stench of blood mingled with the unique, pungent, and sweet-smelling power of the Rakshasa, spreading in wisps along the carbonized lines that extended from the edges of the wound.

“Too deep…” Pu Shui Rou’s snow-white long robe was stained with a large amount of blood. The healing aura remaining on her fingertips was twisted and dissipated by the invisible purple energy as soon as it approached the edge of the wound. “An ordinary person would have been killed by this attack long ago.”

"Your Majesty's physique is unparalleled, and you rely on the pure Yang soul power within your lower soul nest to keep your heart meridian alive... but this residual heat cannot stop the speed at which divine power gnaws at your internal organs."

Zhu Shiyuan pressed half of his body against the wound, his right palm, with its bulging veins, firmly against the old man's ribs, trying to block a ruptured artery that was constantly bleeding, while his left palm pressed against the abdomen, which was spasming incessantly between his fingers.

"The Soul Nest was riddled with holes by the Rakshasa's divine power, and its soul power had long since gone out of control."

"With the current Pure Yang Limitless Skill of the Soul Nest... it can only last for... two quarters of an hour at most, like smoke?"

Liu Ruyan held the needle between her fingers, the needle trembling slightly in mid-air: "Unless you can instantly eradicate this bone-deep affliction with divine power... otherwise..."

"Otherwise, no needles or medicine can reach the internal organs... That is the corrupting power sown by the gods, which is not something ordinary people can reverse."

The unspoken words sank into a deathly silence.

Zhu Changyun, who was barely standing to the side, swayed slightly.

Dark red flesh oozed from the gash in his abdomen from the impact, and he barely managed to stand up to avoid falling.

Blood and froth stuck in his throat, unable to be coughed up or swallowed, only turning into his Adam's apple rolling in despair.

After hundreds of years, the Zhu family finally produced a titled Douluo who could hold up the sky, but now he was about to have his lifeline severed by that poisonous scythe right before his eyes.

A silent sorrow, like frost, covered everyone's brows.

“Divine power…wounds…medical skills…” Zhu Wuneng suddenly looked up, his hoarse voice shattering the thick blood clots in his throat.

He forcefully wiped away his tears, staggered to his feet, and stumbled over half of the crumbling wall behind him.

Zhu Shiyuan cried out in alarm, "Wuneng! Your injuries—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Wuneng had already launched himself forward, but the blood mist rising from his feet was like boiling steam as he crashed into the depths of the smoke in the northeast corner, despite his severe injuries and bleeding all over his body.

Only half a broken sentence remained, scattered in the wind: "...I'm going to find Sister Xiaoyi."

Amidst the shattered black and gray smoke, a few warm drops of blood splattered onto the scorched earth, spreading a glaring dark red.

Back then, Chen Xiaojun's heart was partially shattered, but Xiaoyi saved it.

Regardless, he had to try; he couldn't just sit idly by and watch his great-grandfather pass away.

...In the courtyard of Chen Xiaojun in the northeast courtyard, in a side room where only half of the wall remains.

After Xiao Yi gave Chen Xiaojun several kinds of pills, she pressed her fingertips against his back, and the Big Dipper True Qi seeped into his meridians like a trickle.

Beneath his pale skin, several points where his soul power had been blocked were slowly being cleansed by his true energy, revealing dark purple bruises.

Her own condition was also not good—the overdrawn soul power seed had a slight crack, and every time she circulated her true energy, a slight stinging pain would come from deep in her temples.

Fortunately, Du Chenxiaojun and Xixi absorbed the frontal attack, and she was almost unharmed in the back row.

The gradual, steady pulse of Chen Xiaojun at her fingertips finally eased the dazed feeling between her brows.

A sudden sob erupted outside the door: "Sister Xiaoyi!!"

Zhu Wuneng stumbled into the ruins of the courtyard gate, blood dripping down his arm and onto the stone steps, but Su Ningxia stopped him with her arm: "Miss is treating the young master, don't shout."

"Ningxia, get out of the way! It's an emergency!" Zhu Wuneng's sharp edges on the gravel were instantly stained red with blood. "Or, you could go and announce their arrival!"

Xiao Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly against Chen Xiaojun's back.

The true energy was not interrupted; it was only the medicinal power of the mixture of cold and heat (the lingering charm of the Yin-Yang dual-birth flower drawn by the Nine Yang Big Dipper) that was completely transferred into his heart meridian before withdrawing the hand to press acupoints to stop the bleeding.

She opened the door, but before she could speak, the figure below her slammed his head against the ground, blood and tears splattering onto the blue bricks: "Sister Xiaoyi, please, please, save my great-grandfather."

Xiao Yi's gaze swept over the winding trail of blood on the ground and settled on Zhu Wuneng's shoulder blades twitching in despair.

"Walk."

……

Xiao Yi's icy fingertips finally moved away from Zhu Hongzhen's charred and shattered wrist veins.

In the oppressive silence of the room and Zhu Wuneng's almost burning gaze, she raised her eyes, her gaze clear and sharp as a snowy stream: "Prepare a large side room, the bigger the better, and move Great-Grandpa Zhu there."

She paused, her gaze sweeping around, "Move all the crimson enemy corpses, whether they are titled or Soul Saints, into that side room."

Finally, she turned to Chen Zhang, who was breathing heavily, and said, "Second Uncle, please ask Great-Grandma Russell to come and help."

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in Zhu Changyun's cloudy eyes. He struggled to steady his trembling, injured body and croaked, "Miss Xiaoyi... Grand Uncle... can he save her?"

Xiao Yi remained silent for a moment: "It's worth a try, but there's no guarantee of success."

Zhu Wuneng, who was standing to the side, immediately showed a look of joy.

……

The relatively intact main room had its doors and windows tightly shut. The strong stench of blood and the putrid smell of dust mingled with the chilling aura unique to corpses, permeating every corner.

The corpses of six Soul Douluos and twelve Soul Saints were laid out along the wall, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Chloe Russell walked in quietly, her azure eyes passing over Zhu Hongzhen, who lay on the ground nearly lifeless, and landing on the white-clad girl standing silently to the side.

Xiao Yi met her gaze and spoke clearly: "Great-Grandma, I will do my best to stitch up the wound and force the scattered and corrosive Rakshasa divine power to gather at the wound site."

She placed her hand lightly above the hideous gash on Zhu Hongzhen's chest. "Afterwards, I will need to trouble you to mobilize the power of the Sea God to see if you can completely remove and expel it."

Fortunately, Zhu Hongzhen was not killed by having his throat slit or his head smashed.

Chloe's deep gaze lingered on Xiaoyi for a moment before she silently nodded.

Xiao Yi slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was no hesitation in her clear eyes.

The evergreen ivy silently stretched out behind her, its lush green tendrils, faintly glowing, precisely clinging to the corpses along the wall.

A soft hissing sucking sound was heard.

Visibly, the plump corpse quickly shrank and wrinkled.

The surface of the vines was covered with a thick, dark red sheen that seemed to emanate from them, giving them an eerie and powerful appearance.

(End of this chapter)