Chapter 89: The Scene Is Too Beautiful to Be Beheld

The disciples of the Violet Profound Sect bid farewell to Jiang Yan and the others with cupped hands, their figures leaping as they stepped onto their swords, soaring into the sky and vanishing beyond the horizon. Qi Yu and his companions also took their leave, and with a flicker, they too departed on their swords.

This time, Bai Tao stood together with Qi Yu atop his flying sword, not wishing to ride his motorcycle back alone. Seeing Bai Tao and Qi Yu sharing a single sword, Jiang Yan suddenly recalled something Qi Yu had once said—“I don’t like women.”

He realized he had yet to inform Bai Tao about Qi Yu’s orientation... Well, perhaps it was better left unknown; it might make their interactions more comfortable. With this thought, Jiang Yan couldn’t help but smile. What if Bai Tao unwittingly struck a couple’s pose atop Qi Yu’s sword? The scene would be too beautiful to behold...

“Jiang Yan, are we still riding the motorcycle?” The little short dragon blinked its eyes and asked.

“Of course not... we’ll fly straight back.”

Hehe, this time, he would finally let his senior sisters witness that he could now fly without relying on any external aid—a true Nascent Soul cultivator. Jiang Yan donned his cloak once more, feeling the surging spiritual power within him. Yes, it should be enough to get him back to the sect.

He said to the little short dragon, “Xiao Bai and Mo Mo, you’ll carry them when you fly.”

With those words, Jiang Yan shot into the sky, heading toward the Qilin Sect. The little short dragon raised its brows at Xiao Bai and Mo Mo, “Hop on, after all, your big brother dragon will take care of you.”

Once Xiao Bai and Black Flower jumped onto its back, the little short dragon swiftly soared after Jiang Yan, tightly keeping pace.

...

Night fell like a vast curtain, gently descending and shrouding the Qilin Sect in tranquil silence.

In the third room beside Jiang Yan’s humble thatched hut, the man from the Divine Realm whom they had rescued lay quietly on the bed. Thanks to Wen Yue’s tireless efforts, his wounds had greatly improved.

Once his injuries were mostly healed, Lin Qi and the others had moved him into this hut. Wen Yue’s silver needles gently pierced his body, and as she finished the final needle, she exhaled softly and turned to Lin Qi. “Master, he should wake up soon.”

Lin Qi nodded slightly. “Good. When he wakes, we need to ask him about his origins.”

His real thought was: once he’s awake, he can get lost! Keeping him around might bring trouble, and his tasks were still unfinished.

The man on the bed vaguely heard voices. His eyelids felt as heavy as lead, his throat parched as if scorched by fire, and the veins on his forehead stood out starkly.

With great effort, he managed to make the ring finger on his left hand tremble ever so slightly.

This faint movement did not escape Xie Lingzhou’s keen gaze. “Look, his finger moved!”

As Xie Lingzhou spoke, Wen Yue stepped forward, gently lifted the man’s eyelids, and took his pulse again.

“Awake?” Wen Yue asked softly.

The man’s ring finger twitched once more.

Wen Yue was always patient with her patients, her gentle voice sounded. “It seems you’re conscious, though your body is still adjusting. Don’t rush, take your time. Soon, you’ll be able to open your eyes yourself.”

As she finished speaking, she infused him with restorative energy, calming his spirit.

As expected, the man relaxed considerably, the veins at his temple faded, replaced by a tranquil expression.

After a while, the man slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were a rare shade of blue, like gems from the depths of the sea.

His features were handsome, and paired with those unique blue eyes, he appeared even more extraordinary.

Ji Chuxue and the others were momentarily stunned.

Lin Qi approached and asked, “Do you remember who you are?”

“I... remember...” the man replied hoarsely.

Ji Chuxue hurriedly poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

The man took the cup, his fingertips accidentally brushing against Ji Chuxue’s soft fingers, and a strange, electric sensation surged within him.

“Thank... you...” he managed to say, then drained the tea in one gulp. He looked to Ji Chuxue and said, “More... please...”

Ji Chuxue smiled faintly and handed him the teapot. “Pour it yourself.”

The man nodded, took the teapot, and drank as he poured. His thirst was overwhelming, and he was tempted to drink straight from the pot, but that would be improper.

The Demon Lord had once told him that improper behavior would bring shame to the Demon God Hall.

Everyone watched him intently until he had drunk ten cups of tea in succession, finally stopping.

“Boy, what’s your name?” Xie Lingzhou asked curiously.

The man coughed lightly, his voice still rough, and answered, “Yun Li.”

“You’re from the Divine Realm?” Xie Lingzhou pressed.

At the mention of the “Divine Realm,” Yun Li’s fingers unconsciously tightened. A flash of cold light crossed his eyes, revealing a deep, unfathomable hatred.

That trace of enmity did not escape Lin Qi’s notice.

Yun Li nodded lightly, his voice low. “Yes.”

Lin Qi wasted no words. He looked Yun Li in the eye and asked directly, “Are you from the Demon God Hall?”

“Who are you people?” Yun Li suddenly sat up, eyes wary as he scanned the room, power gathering in his hands, ready to erupt at any moment.

At that instant, he was like an enraged wolf—dangerous and full of hostility.

Xie Lingzhou saw Yun Li’s reaction and his expression darkened, his tone tinged with anger. “What’s the meaning of this? We’re your saviors. If we meant you harm, would we have waited until now?”

A flicker of understanding passed through Lin Qi’s eyes. Seeing Yun Li react this way, he was certain—Yun Li was indeed from the Demon God Hall.

He chuckled. “Haha, boy, relax. We mean you no harm. Now that you’re awake, you’re free to leave anytime.”

The implication was clear: you can go.

Yun Li’s tension eased, realizing these people bore him no ill will and had no ulterior motives.

Still, his wariness was ingrained. He nodded. “Thank you, saviors. I will leave now.”

Leaving so soon?

Ji Chuxue and the others exchanged glances, unable to fathom why Yun Li was so eager to depart.

Lin Qi felt that Yun Li’s identity was too special; it was best for him to leave sooner rather than later.

He nodded. “Arrange it yourself.”

It was the first time Ji Chuxue and the others had seen Lin Qi so stern.

Just then, a familiar cry sounded from the roof.

“Oh my goodness!!”

Bang—

With a loud crash, the thatched roof collapsed, and a figure fell from above.

The little short dragon in the sky glanced at the scene below, shook its head, and decided not to partake in such an awkward meeting. It carried Xiao Bai and Black Flower straight back to Jiang Yan’s hut.

“Hm? It doesn’t hurt,” Jiang Yan muttered to himself, a hint of puzzlement on his face.

“Of course it doesn’t. Get up already!” Lin Qi’s voice came from below.

Startled, Jiang Yan sprang up like a coiled spring.

“Master, are you alright?” Jiang Yan asked nervously, his gaze scanning Lin Qi from head to toe.

“I’m not dead,” Lin Qi shot him a glare.

Jiang Yan scratched his head and grinned. “Hehe, Master, I’ve reached Nascent Soul stage—I flew back. But just as I arrived, my spiritual power ran out...”

“Xiao Liu, your cultivation speed is incredible!” Xie Lingzhou exclaimed.

“Impressive!” Ji Chuxue praised.

Wen Yue nodded approvingly, secretly marveling at his exceptional talent.

Jiang Yan looked around—the place wasn’t his hut!

His gaze met that of the man on the bed. The man’s face was pale, and upon seeing Jiang Yan, he became so agitated he tumbled off the bed.

Yun Li endured his pain, quickly saluted, and exclaimed, “My Lord!”