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Tian Ling'er and Zhang Xiaofan also rushed in.

When Tian Ling'er saw Jiang Xiaochuan being supported by Lu Xueqi, her lips moved and her eyes dimmed, but she quickly looked at the chaotic battle inside the hall, gritted her teeth and summoned the Amber Crimson Silk.

Zhang Xiaofan gripped the Abyss Thunder Sword tightly, his gaze quickly sweeping over Jiang Xiaochuan to confirm that he could still move. The slight bitterness in his heart was suppressed by his more urgent worry, and he immediately turned around to face the oncoming demonic sect disciples.

Lin Jingyu held the Dragon-Slaying Sword, its green light shimmering, and stood protectively beside the pine tree. His swordsmanship was sharp and already quite formidable.

Qi Hao brandished his Ice Immortal Sword, and an ice wall rose from the ground, temporarily blocking several magical treasures. He then shouted to his disciples behind him, "Form the formation! Protect our injured comrades!"

Zeng Shushu, unlike her usual carefree self, unleashed a burst of pale purple light from her Xuanyuan Sword, transforming it into several sword shadows that darted and danced, blocking several female disciples of the Hehuan Sect. She didn't forget to shout, "Witches, take this!"

Song Daren, along with Lü Daxin, Zheng Dali, and other disciples of Dazhu Peak, formed a simple sword formation and tenaciously defended a corner.

Wen Min led the female disciples of Xiaozhu Peak, their swords flashing like lightning, as they fought against the members of the Demonic Sect on the other side. Her sword never stopped moving, but her eyes kept anxiously glancing in Jiang Xiaochuan's direction.

The roar of the water unicorn and the earth-shattering roar of the water waves came from outside the hall, clearly indicating that it had also joined the battle and was fighting fiercely with the Poison God and the Three Wonders Fairy. Dao Xuan's figure was elusive, his profound skills were circulating, and his pure energy was vast. He was fighting against the Ghost King and Yu Yangzi. Although he was fighting two against one, he did not fall behind for the time being.

……

Chaos erupted within the hall. The light of magical artifacts clashed and intertwined, waves of energy surged, and screams, shouts, clashes of weapons, and explosions of spells mingled together. Blood splattered, severed limbs flew everywhere, and the pungent smell of blood instantly overwhelmed the sandalwood incense.

Jiang Xiaochuan, supported by Lu Xueqi, coughed a few times and struggled to his feet.

He glanced at Lu Xueqi's worried face, and the intense pain and confusion he felt because of Biyao were temporarily suppressed by the more urgent life-or-death crisis before him.

He shook his head and forced a somewhat awkward smile: "I'm fine, I'm thick-skinned."

Lu Xueqi gave him a deep look, a look that contained so much: worry, heartache, lingering fear, and something even deeper that he had forcibly suppressed.

She didn't say much, just nodded emphatically, released her hand from his, turned around, and the Heavenly Sword shone brightly with blue light, transforming into a stunning rainbow as it charged into the battle!

Wherever the sword flashed, the disciples of the Demonic Sect were either killed or injured.

Jiang Xiaochuan took a deep breath, suppressing the dull pain in his chest, and summoned the God-Slaying Spear. The dark red spear light flickered, and he moved like a ghost into the battle.

Instead of seeking out top experts for direct confrontation, he lingered on the edge of the battlefield, targeting the weaker members of the Demonic Sect who were besieging the Qingyun disciples.

His gunshots were like dragons, ruthless and cunning, often killing with a single shot, though more often he was "blocking".

There's no way around it; his cultivation level isn't high, but he's tough and can take a beating.

A young female disciple from Xiaozhu Peak was cornered by two disciples from Changsheng Hall, and was on the verge of losing her life.

A flash of dark red spear light, and with two "thud" sounds, the two knives were knocked away. Jiang Xiaochuan stood in front of the female disciple and took a palm strike from a Wan Du Sect disciple on his back.

With a muffled thud, he swayed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but with a backhand stab, he pierced the attacker through.

"Junior Brother Jiang!" the female disciple exclaimed.

"It's alright, be careful, senior sister." Jiang Xiaochuan didn't turn around and rushed to another spot.

Qi Hao was being besieged by three elders of the Demonic Sect, and the Frost Immortal Sword was struggling to defend itself.

A dark red spear light shot out from the side, precisely deflecting a black light aimed at his ribs. Jiang Xiaochuan and Qi Hao stood back to back, whispering to Zeng Shushu not far away, "Shushu, are you alright?"

Zeng Shushu, who was wielding his sword to force back an opponent not far away, laughed and scolded upon hearing this: "Get lost! A man can't say no!"

"Senior Sister Ling'er! Watch out on your left!" Jiang Xiaochuan noticed that Tian Ling'er was in danger and shouted urgently. At the same time, he forced back his opponent with a shot and tried to go to her rescue, but he was entangled by another disciple of the Demonic Sect.

Hearing his voice, Tian Ling'er felt a warmth in her heart. Her amber-red silk ribbon shone brightly, deflecting the magical weapon attacking from her left. She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions, but mostly with worry: "You too!"

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He repeatedly shielded his fellow disciples from attacks and repeatedly used his body to withstand the bombardment of magical weapons.

Muffled thuds continued to explode on his body, and his clothes were quickly torn, revealing slightly red but strangely unbroken skin underneath.

It was just pain, excruciating pain, like being repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer, but he didn't even flinch. He just gritted his teeth, his eyes cold, each shot aimed to kill.

The members of the demonic cult quickly noticed this seemingly indestructible and exceptionally fierce young man in black. Seeing him withstand attacks time and time again without sustaining any injuries, their eyes changed, and they looked at him as if he were a monster, filled with fear.

Some people tried to bombard him with magic, and flames, ice spikes, and poisonous mist landed on him. Apart from slowing his movements slightly, making his clothes more torn, and his skin slightly red, they could not cause any real damage!

Lu Xueqi charged into the battle, countless souls perished under the Tianya Sword, but her gaze always unconsciously followed the black-clad figure weaving through the crowd, repeatedly using his body to block attacks.

With each muffled thud that landed on him, her heart clenched painfully, her sword thrusts became fiercer and faster, and the heartache and a suppressed rage in her eyes almost overflowed.

Biyao was tightly protected by Youji outside the battle circle, staring blankly at the battlefield, watching the young man who was constantly being knocked back by the flashing swords, staggering again and again, but always straightening his back to protect his fellow disciples, covered in blood.

His face was expressionless, and he could even occasionally force an ugly smile and make a joke to his fellow disciples, but she knew that he must be in a lot of pain. The dull thuds of the attacks hitting him made her heart pound.

But there was nothing she could do. She could only watch as the boy who had just held a gun to her neck and pierced her skin was now fighting like a true god of war (or rather, like a monster who felt no pain), desperately protecting what he was holding dear.

The hatred and despair she felt for being betrayed and hurt seemed to be covered by a sharper pain, mixed with heartache, confusion, and deeper longing. She bit her lip, and tears welled up again, blurring her vision.

Just then, a lazy voice rang in Jiang Xiaochuan's mind.

"Hey, little master, you're having quite a fight."

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart skipped a beat; he was nearly struck by a flying axe coming from the side. He quickly dodged, shouting in his mind, "Sister Hongli, you're finally awake! Where's the cheat code? Quick, we can't hold on much longer!"

"A cheat code?" Hong Li seemed taken aback for a moment, then scoffed, "What are you thinking? I'm just a remnant soul now. I'm already doing you a favor by keeping you alive, let alone a cheat code."

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart sank.

"However..." Hong Li changed the subject, her tone tinged with smugness, "After absorbing so much of your spiritual power and swallowing that heavenly lightning, and then sleeping for so long, it wasn't all for nothing. I... refined two little gadgets for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaochuan felt his palm sink. Looking down, he saw two round pills, each the size of a longan, with a dark gold color and fine cloud-like patterns flowing on their surface, in his palm.

As soon as the pill appeared, it emitted an extremely pure and gentle yet vast spiritual energy. Just smelling it invigorated him, and the tightness and pain in his chest lessened somewhat.

"This is..." Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned.

"Heaven-Mending Pill," Hong Li said lazily. "I just made up the name. As for the effects... one pill is roughly equivalent to five years of hard training, making up for the cultivation you lost before, and even slightly improving it. Two pills... well, you know, no side effects, so take them without worry."

Five years of arduous cultivation, one pill is equivalent to five years! Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes lit up instantly. In the final of the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, he withstood Lu Xueqi's Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique and was seriously injured, causing his cultivation level to drop. Later, Hong Li absorbed his spiritual power to heal him, and his cultivation level fell to the third level of Jade Purity. After taking these two pills, wouldn't he be able to return to the ninth level of Jade Purity immediately, or even... touch the threshold of Upper Purity?

A level nine Jade Purity cultivator is considered a decent combat force on the current battlefield. At least their self-preservation ability has greatly increased, and they can kill more members of the Demonic Cult.

He held the pill, his heart burning with desire, and wanted to put it in his mouth.

But he stopped halfway through the movement.

Nine levels of Jade Purity... is that enough?

He looked at the battlefield, where Dao Xuan was fighting alone against the Ghost King and Yu Yangzi, the Water Qilin was fighting against the Poison God and the Three Wonders, the head elders of each lineage were fighting each other, and the young disciples were also fighting desperately.

Adding another ninth-level Jade Purity cultivator might allow us to kill a few more people and save a few more fellow disciples, but could it change the course of the battle? Could it repel the Demonic Sect?

His gaze involuntarily drifted toward the most dazzling moon-white figure in the battle.

Lu Xueqi, the Tianya Divine Sword in her hand, was like a thunderbolt from the heavens, its azure sword light invincible.

However, she was still young, and her cultivation level was still a step away from Shangqing. Facing the siege of those old demons from the Demonic Sect, although her swordsmanship was sharp, she showed signs of fatigue, with sweat on her forehead and slightly rapid breathing.

What if... she could break through to the Shangqing realm?