lcionline Chapter 122 First Injury
Chapter 122 First Injury
After listening to Gao Huohuo's introduction, Zhong Hanshang suddenly felt a pang of envy.
Although he was from the Qingyun Sect, one of the most prestigious sects in the Cangyun Realm, his master only accepted him as his disciple.
His master was very strict with him, and his life consisted of nothing but cultivation.
There were few opportunities to interact and communicate with fellow disciples, and life was monotonous and boring.
At this moment, upon hearing Gao Huohuo talk about her sect, it was discovered that although the sect was not particularly large in number, it was also not well-known.
However, the deep bond between the fellow disciples and their rich and fulfilling daily lives made him yearn for such a life.
In a daze, Zhong Hanshang suddenly felt Gao Huohuo gently pat his shoulder.
He suddenly snapped out of his daze and temporarily put away the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
He subconsciously looked up and casually glanced ahead, only to discover a huge altar standing deep in the basement.
The altar was faintly visible in the darkness, and something on it seemed to be indistinct and unclear.
An overwhelming sense of curiosity surged within Zhong Hanshang, and his feet involuntarily moved closer to the altar.
Gao Huohuo watched all this clearly from the side, filled with doubt, and pondered to himself:
What exactly happened to Zhong Hanshang?
Why did his gaze suddenly change when he looked at the empty space ahead?
It was as if something incredibly attractive was waiting for him ahead.
But she had clearly looked around carefully just now, and the basement was empty and desolate, with nothing special about it at first glance.
That's why she raised her hand and patted Zhong Hanshang.
Seeing Zhong Hanshang walk faster and faster, his steps urgent, Gao Huohuo was dragged along by him, her body staggering and almost losing her balance.
Only then did she realize that something was terribly wrong, and a strong sense of unease welled up in her heart.
Without thinking twice, she rushed forward and reached out to grab Zhong Hanshang to stop him from going any further.
However, just as her fingertips were about to touch the hem of Zhong Hanshang's clothes...
An extremely fierce attack came swiftly, and Gao Huohuo had no time to react at all.
He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
He fell heavily to the ground, and Gao Huohuo felt as if his internal organs had shifted.
A sharp pain struck, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
She endured the excruciating pain and quickly scanned the names on the system interface with her divine sense.
My heart sank. I saw that there was only one account, "Li Wen," that was not yet active, left on the system.
This sudden turn of events greatly frightened Gao Huohuo.
Only now did she truly realize that the system she had been relying on was not omnipotent.
If another cultivator were to unleash such a swift and deadly attack on her again, it would be disastrous.
I'm afraid she won't even have time to activate the system before she dies.
Meanwhile, Zhong Hanshang continued walking, step by step, toward the altar.
Completely unaware of what was happening behind him, Gao Huohuo was dragged on the ground, stumbling and falling all the way.
Gao Huohuo was torn between his inner thoughts and his own mind, struggling painfully:
Should we unlock the Seven Steps Lock right now and leave Zhong Hanshang alone in this perilous place?
But if that's the case, he's facing danger alone, and his life is uncertain.
She would risk her life to save him, but could she escape unscathed?
At this critical juncture of life and death, Gao Huohuo bit her lower lip, having already made up her mind.
Gao Huohuo took out the pills that Zhong Hanshang had given her from her storage ring, and swallowed them without even looking at them.
At that moment, she thought to herself: Let's consider this pill as payment for saving him.
He was in this disheveled state, seriously injured.
If they went out like that, they would be completely powerless against those vicious and evil spirits outside.
After taking the pill, Gao Huohuo endured the excruciating pain all over his body and struggled to get up from the ground.
She used all her strength, desperately pulling Zhong Hanshang back with the Seven-Step Lock, trying to stop him from stepping into that unknown danger.
However, Zhong Hanshang did not react to her pulling, and his feet continued to move mechanically toward the altar.
"Zhong Hanshang, wake up! Wake up!"
Gao Huohuo shouted hoarsely, his eyes red, his voice filled with despair and helplessness.
"I can't hold you back anymore!"
At this moment, she no longer dared to approach Zhong Hanshang's side rashly.
That fatal blow made her realize that her fragile body simply couldn't withstand another one.
Left with no other option, Gao Huohuo had to turn to Xiao Lingzi for help, urgently ordering:
"Xiao Lingzi, quickly create a clone and stop him!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Lingzi quickly transformed into a streak of light, and his clone rushed towards Zhong Hanshang, smashing into him fiercely.
But just as Zhong Hanshang was hit by the clone, another attack came toward Gao Huohuo.
Fortunately, this attack was not nearly as fierce as before.
Gao Huohuo gritted his teeth and barely managed to hold on thanks to his tenacious physical strength.
Gao Huohuo knew that if she got close to Zhong Hanshang, she would be attacked.
Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, quickly formed hand seals, and used all her spiritual power to set up a barrier in front of Zhong Hanshang.
At first, it did have some effect, but it was soon broken by the powerful spiritual energy that Zhong Hanshang unconsciously released.
Seeing this, Gao Huohuo felt utterly exhausted and knew she couldn't delay any longer.
At that moment, she didn't care about anything else and rushed to Zhong Hanshang to feed him the Qingxin Pill, only to be knocked away again.
Seeing Zhong Hanshang's increasingly excited expression, Gao Huohuo immediately got up.
He held him back tightly with both hands, and with his last ounce of strength shouted:
"Zhong Hanshang, if you don't wake up soon, I'm really going to leave you here all alone!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the attack began.
Gao Huohuo felt a surge of blood and qi in his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The scalding blood, like specks of red plum blossoms, splashed all over Zhong Hanshang's face.
Perhaps it was the stimulation of the warm blood, or perhaps it was Gao Huohuo's shouts that finally pierced through the illusion, that made Zhong Hanshang finally wake up.
He stared at Gao Huohuo, who was severely injured and pale as a sheet, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
His lips trembled slightly as he asked:
"Fellow Daoist Gao, what... what's wrong with you?"
The voice carried a clear sense of lingering fear and guilt.
Gao Huohuo forced himself to stay awake and carefully examined Zhong Hanshang to confirm that he was indeed conscious.
He managed a weak smile, his jaw clenched, and squeezed out a few words:
"Quickly, get out of here... get as far away as possible!"
After saying that, her legs went weak, and if Zhong Hanshang hadn't caught her in time, she would have collapsed to the ground.
"I...I'm fine, let's leave here first."
After Gao Huohuo finished speaking, he was helped away by Zhong Hanshang and left the city lord's mansion.
Now she'd rather deal with the evil spirits than return to the city lord's mansion, where the situation is still unclear.
Once outside the city lord's mansion, they could only conceal their presence with their holy light robes.
Gao Huohuo's condition didn't look good; he seemed quite listless.
Zhong Hanshang didn't ask anything, but he knew it was because of saving him.