Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Ashes remain, green pines stand, shrouded in night mist.

Ye Jinming gazed at the moonlight, standing with his hands behind his back, waiting for something.

Just then, in the open space between the pines, Lin Wushuang, carrying the heavily injured and barely breathing Dugu Que, landed gracefully, his toes barely touching the ground without stirring up a speck of dust.

Ye Jinming's gaze swept over Gu Duque's deathly pale face and horrific wounds, and he clicked his tongue softly, shaking his head: "Oh dear, these are truly... very serious injuries. That madman, Kuanglong, really went all out!"

Lin Wushuang carefully placed Gu Duque on a relatively flat bluestone. "Why did you specifically send me to rescue this person? What's so special about him?"

"Well, here are the details about him..."

After hearing Ye Jinming's plan, Lin Wushuang nodded, then asked curiously, "Why aren't you saving them yet?"

Ye Jinming spread his hands, "I am not a doctor, and my knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine is only superficial. I cannot save you from this kind of injury."

Although he just drew the Sacred Heart Technique, without Phoenix Blood, the healing effect of the Sacred Heart Technique is greatly reduced. Of course, Dragon Essence can also be used, but although Gu Duque finally had a change of heart, it is undeniable that he is not a good person. Let Mu Shaoai deal with the headache!

It's always good to keep some cards up your sleeve.

Lin Wushuang frowned slightly: "Then you..."

"Don't rush," Ye Jinming interrupted him. "Although I cannot save him, I know of someone who might be able to save his life. Hand him over to me."

Lin Wushuang gave Ye Jinming a deep look. "Alright, I'll go keep an eye on Kuanglong."

Ye Jinming waved his hand, indicating that he should do as he pleased: "Go ahead, go ahead, Yanmo Hanba's side is about to close the net, remember to keep a close eye on that mad dog!"

After Lin Wushuang transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the night, Ye Jinming slowly walked to Dugu Que's side, squatted down, and extended his right hand, placing his palm on Dugu Que's dantian.

A warm and mellow, yet vital energy slowly flowed into Gu Duque's body, protecting the last bit of life in his heart meridian and temporarily stabilizing his injuries to prevent them from worsening.

A moment later, Gu Duque's eyelids twitched, and he slowly woke up.

Through his blurred vision, he saw a face with a playful smile. He instinctively tried to struggle to get up, but the movement aggravated his injuries, causing him to groan and break out in a cold sweat.

"Where...is this? I remember...it wasn't you who saved me..." Lonely Que's voice was hoarse and weak.

"Of course not me." Ye Jinming withdrew his hand and patted it lightly, as if brushing away non-existent dust.

"Uh..." Gu Duque wanted to ask something more, but frowned again because of the pain.

"Don't get agitated. Your injuries are extremely severe, and ordinary methods won't be able to save you." Ye Jinming stood up, glanced around at the night, and said, "I will now take you to the place that 'can save you.' As for whether you can pull through, that depends on your fate."

.........

At the same time, in the desolate wilderness, on a lonely path, the moon was cold and the stars were few.

Although no one was chasing him, the aimless and dazed Yu Renfeijing wandered alone in the night like a lost soul.

Just as he reached a grove of dead trees, a shrill, ear-piercing cry of a bird suddenly rang out from the night sky!

A gigantic, ferocious bird with monstrous features and crimson eyes tore through the clouds and swooped down!

In its sharp claws, it gripped a long sword of ancient design, yet radiating an ominous blood-red light—the very sword that Lonely Que always carried!

The fierce bird circled above Yu Renfeijing's head several times, then released its sharp claws, and the long sword, with a whooshing sound, plunged straight into the ground three feet in front of Yu Renfeijing. The blade continued to hum, as if lamenting its master's tragic state.

"This...this is..." Yu Renfei's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the blood-stained longsword.

In an instant, countless chaotic and bloody fragments of memory overwhelmed the already fragile dam of reason!

"Ah—" He clutched his head, letting out a beast-like roar, the last glimmer of clarity in his eyes completely swallowed by crimson madness.

The "Winged Owl Beast," suppressed deep within his soul and driven only by killing and revenge, has once again taken the lead!

"Mad Dragon... Pit of Sin... Kill!" A muffled, bloodthirsty whisper escaped his throat.

The Feathered Man Xiao Jing pulled out the long sword from the ground, his whole being becoming violent, and the wings on his back, cultivated by the Six-Winged Sword Technique, began to gradually turn red.

Mu Shaoai, who had finally found Yu Ren after a long struggle, was also worried when she saw how Yu Ren Fei Jing had become.

Just as the winged people were about to completely succumb to the darkness of slaughter—

"Yu Zai..."

A familiar call, filled with weariness, concern, and deep worry, seemed to come from the distant horizon, or perhaps from the depths of his soul, gently knocking on the closed door of his heart.

That voice... is...

Yu Renfeijing abruptly stopped running, a struggle and confusion flashing in his crimson eyes.

The frenzied killing intent momentarily froze and cracked because of this call.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, all the indescribable emotions in my heart turned into tears that burst forth uncontrollably.

Yu Ren Fei Jing threw himself into Du Gu Que's arms like a child, making Du Gu Que's already pale face even paler.

Lonely patted the winged man who was hugging him and crying, "Don't cry, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

Just as things seemed to be turning around, Mu Shaoai breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

At that moment, Ye Jinming's voice rang out beside Mu Shaoai, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and save them!"

Coming to her senses, Mu Shaoai rushed forward to treat Gu Duque. After Gu Duque was out of danger, a ding-dong sound rang in Ye Jinming's mind...

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On the other side, atop Ping Mountain, a sea of ​​clouds churned.

After Lian Emei unleashed "Tian Yue Ping Zong" to severely injure the Demon Realm, she was recovering from the great loss of her true essence while recuperating on a futon. Her originally radiant and jade-like face appeared slightly pale.

On the side, Tan Wuyu, Fojian Fenshuo, and Jin Bazhen all looked solemn, closely watching Lian Emei's condition, and were even more worried about the possible counterattack from the Demon Realm.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept by, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood.

A dashing and unrestrained figure in white appeared silently before everyone, as if blending into the wind; it was Ye Jinming.

"Oh dear, judging from your expressions, you've been waiting for quite some time, haven't you?" Ye Jinmingxuan said, gently waving his fan.

Upon seeing him, Tan Wuyu's tense expression eased slightly, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Jinming seems quite relaxed. I thought you had completely forgotten about the important matter of slaying the demon."

"Not at all," Ye Jinming laughed, "I was just helping Mu Shaoai search for the Feathered People."

Upon hearing this, Tan Wuyu's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Oh? You found the Feathered Man? How is he doing now?"

Ye Jinming lightly tapped his palm with his folding fan and said leisurely, "Not only have I found them, but I have also sent the person that Yu Ren most wants to see right now, and who can best keep his mind calm, to his side."

Tan Wuyu was taken aback at first, then a strange expression appeared on his face: "You took Mu Shaoai with you?"

What kind of inappropriate language is that? Although they have a good relationship, it's not to that extent...

You have a problem with Tan Wuyu. You're going to idolize everything; it'll only hurt you...

Not everyone is like you and Su Huanzhen...

Ye Jinming was taken aback by his retort, and rolled his eyes in annoyance: "What Mu Shaoai? He's his master, Lonely Que!"

Tan Wuyu suddenly realized, "Oh, so it was him."