What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

I gritted my teeth, trying to suppress the waves of dizziness that kept washing over me, and shakily reached into my pocket.

After fumbling around for a while, I finally managed to grab the phone and pull it out.

With my eyelids heavy as lead, I squinted at the screen.

Although the signal was very poor in the deep mountains and forests, a faint signal still stubbornly shone in the upper right corner of the screen.

Seeing that the signal bar was lit up, I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Although my brain was on the verge of shutting down, a crucial thought was still supporting me.

After what happened in the mine, I learned that the Qi family was backed by the Guardian of the Cauldron, but Lu Yan, who was far away in Jiangcheng, was unaware of this.

If Lu Yan was completely unaware of this intelligence and rashly launched a raid on the Qi family according to the original plan, it would be tantamount to deliberately stepping into a trap set by the guardian of the cauldron.

Faced with a terrifying organization like the Guardians of the Cauldron, the Jiangcheng branch's forces were simply insufficient, and Lu Yan might even be in mortal danger.

I must pass this intelligence out.

I leaned on Qingyunzi's shoulder, my fingers trembling violently from blood loss and exhaustion.

I opened WeChat and found Lu Yan's chat window.

In just a dozen or so words, I made several mistakes on the keyboard.

I deleted and typed again, typed and deleted again, before I finally managed to input the complete content:

Behind the Qi family are powerful figures who safeguard the dynasty's destiny; be extremely careful!

I took a deep breath and pressed the send button hard with my thumb.

Watching the little green circle next to the message spin twice before finally disappearing, signifying that the message had been successfully sent, the string that had been taut in my heart finally snapped completely at that moment.

As soon as my obsession dissipated, I felt as if I were plunged into endless darkness.

A surge of blood rushed uncontrollably from deep within my chest, straight up to my throat.

"puff!"

I suddenly opened my mouth, and a large mouthful of dark, stagnant blood gushed out, landing on the thick layer of withered branches and leaves in front of me, emitting a pungent, sweet-smelling odor.

After spitting out that mouthful of blood, the last bit of strength in my body was completely drained.

At this moment, I could no longer support this broken body, and I collapsed limply, completely losing consciousness.

Qingyunzi, who was standing next to me, was startled by the sudden noise I made.

He caught my limp body with lightning speed, then exclaimed:

"Holy crap! You trying to scam me, huh?"

Just a moment ago he was full of energy, pricking me with needles, how come he just collapsed like that?!

Despite his complaints, Qingyunzi's actions were anything but slow.

He carefully laid me flat on the damp soil.

Then, he extended three fingers and placed them on the pulse point of my right wrist.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Then, Qingyunzi's voice, which had been somewhat playful, became serious.

He gasped, his brow furrowed, and muttered to himself:

"Hiss... such severe internal injuries."

There wasn't even a trace of internal energy left in the meridians; the qi and blood were severely depleted, and even the heart meridian had suffered serious damage.

"What kind of monster did you go and mess with? It's a miracle you've lasted this long."

After he finished chanting, he stretched out a palm and gently placed it on the center of my chest, right next to the deep, bone-revealing knife wound.

The next second, a powerful and balanced internal energy flowed into my body through that palm.

This inner energy was extremely pure, completely different from my own cold, domineering, and aggressive aura.

It carried a sense of righteous Taoist grandeur and vitality, and did not forcibly impact my damaged meridians.

Instead, it carefully gathered near my heart, firmly enveloping and protecting my wounded heart meridian.

Nourished by this internal energy, my life force, which was on the verge of completely dissipating, was forcibly kept afloat.

Just as Qingyunzi was concentrating on breathing exercises to prolong my life...

An unusual fluctuation suddenly occurred in the air.

At this moment, the surrounding temperature is rising rapidly at an abnormal rate.

The air became dry and scorching, as if an invisible furnace was rapidly approaching.

"laugh--"

Suddenly, two very faint yet extremely piercing burning sounds rang out abruptly from not far away.

Those were the yellow talismans pasted on the foreheads of those two Dan Realm cultivators!

The two talismans, which were originally as stable as Mount Tai and could not be moved even by the wind, suddenly lit up with a dark red flame from their edges without any open flame contact.

Then, with a "whoosh," it spontaneously combusted without any flame.

Qingyunzi clearly noticed this unusual movement immediately.

He quickly withdrew his warm hand from my chest, ceasing the transfer of his inner energy.

Then, Qingyunzi slowly straightened up, the sound of his clothes rustling clearly audible in the quiet forest.

"call--"

A sudden gust of wind swept through the jungle.

This wind is not a natural mountain breeze, but an air wave forcibly pushed aside by some high-speed moving object.

The wind even carried a scorching heat.

The surrounding leaves were swept up by the scorching airflow, making a rustling sound, and some even turned yellow and curled up.

Immediately afterwards, a figure, like a meteorite falling from the sky, swiftly swept through the distant forest.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed ten meters in front of Qingyunzi.

The ground seemed to tremble slightly from the immense force, sending countless withered branches and leaves flying.

After the newcomer stood still, the terrifying pressure emanating from him instantly enveloped the entire area.

I had just experienced this familiar yet suffocating sense of oppression with my life not long ago in an underground mine.

It's Shi Jing!

He actually cleaned up the mess in the mine so quickly and personally chased after them.

At this moment, Shi Jing clearly did not look to be in good condition.

His once neat clothes were now covered in the dust of the ruins, and the deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest had not yet fully healed.

The malevolent energy on the wound was fiercely resisting his domineering fire-attribute internal energy.

It not only depleted his skills, but also tormented his nerves at all times.

Even so, a wounded tiger is still a tiger.

The violent, insane killing intent emanating from him was ten times stronger than it had been in the mine.

He stood there quietly, his hands behind his back, watching Shi Jing ten meters away with a leisurely air.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

On one side was Shi Jing, the guardian of the cauldron, whose murderous intent was boiling, like a volcano about to erupt.

On the other side is Qingyunzi, who appears unremarkable but whose skill is unfathomable.

Two completely different yet equally powerful auras began to collide invisibly in this small clearing in the jungle.