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This time, he appeared in a more remote forest.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, darkness clouding his vision as dizziness set in.
This Spatial Technique placed a heavy burden on his body.
He slowly sat down in the grass, crossed his legs, gathered his energy, and calmed the boiling breath within his Dantian.
Birds chirped in the trees, and a wild rabbit darted past him.
He remained motionless, his breath steady, as if he had become a Statue.
Shen Jinglan suddenly opened his eyes; he heard footsteps approaching.
Zhang the Hunter's family was walking toward him. Although they were mere mortals without any spiritual power, their presence shocked him even more!
Did the Zhang family not heed his warning and flee immediately? Or had they been captured after escaping? He had taken another path and thought that since Su Jixian was focused on searching for him, he would not pay attention to these mortals at all.
The two adults and one child from the Zhang Family were also staring at him, their eyes filled with strange expressions. Zhang the Hunter spoke first, chuckling awkwardly, "What a coincidence... we meet again! When did you arrive here?"
Shen Jinglan did not respond. As they approached him, he suddenly said coldly, "Stop."
His voice carried an undeniable authority.
The three of them indeed halted, not daring to take another step forward.
In the next moment, they knelt before Shen Jinglan, fear and pleading evident in their eyes: "Please, save us..."
"Please, you are a powerful person; we beg you to help us..."
Shen Jinglan remained silent.
He could see that this family was surrounded by black mist... they had been completely manipulated and had become living Puppets.
He could remove the Curse for them, but it would take time. Meanwhile, the manipulator behind them could cause them to self-destruct with just a thought.
Since these three had come, the one pulling the strings must be nearby.
His physical condition was poor, and he urgently needed to rest. He simply did not have the energy to save this family.
"Please, please... at least save our son..." The woman was already in tears, begging.
Such a heartbreaking plea could easily soften anyone's heart.
This family had indeed treated him well.
Shen Jinglan sighed softly and uttered a single phrase: "I'm sorry."
These three words were rarely spoken by him. If he felt indebted to someone, he would immediately take action to make amends. But now, all he had left were these three words.
He closed his eyes again.
The voices of the three grew increasingly hoarse and desperate...
Suddenly, the sounds ceased, followed by a loud explosion. Blood rained down in front of Shen Jinglan, but as it was about to drench him, an invisible barrier blocked it, allowing it to slowly fall to the ground.
With the sound of the explosion, dozens of Golden Shadows appeared around him, rushing toward Shen Jinglan.
Shen Jinglan sat calmly on the ground, observing with his eyes closed and mind focused.
The attacks from the Golden Shadows all struck against his protective energy.
This was merely Su Jixian's probing tactic, aimed at weakening his defenses and trapping him here. These Golden Shadows were fierce spirits refined through Su Jixian's secret techniques, enslaved for his use.
Shen Jinglan knew that Su Jixian and his subordinates absolutely did not have the courage to confront him directly—even though he was in such a weakened state.
Only the Righteous Path dares and is willing to sacrifice many lives. Even within the Righteous Path, there are many deceptions, schemes, and conspiracies; the Shen Family is but a victim of such plots. Yet, there are still many who are willing to generously lay down their lives for the justice they believe in.
While conserving his strength, Shen Jinglan waited for news of the Righteous Path's arrival.
There were also those from the Evil Sect whom he had secretly summoned for aid.
This battle was now unavoidable.
He could use the Spatial Technique one more time, but he doubted whether it would still be effective if used again.
The technique he employed was a rare Spatial Technique called A Point of Spiritual Escape.
A moment of inspiration, ethereal upon arrival, elusive upon departure. When activated, his mind would illuminate with spiritual insight, revealing three landscapes within a hundred miles nearby or several hundred miles away, from which he could choose one and arrive in an instant.
These three manifestations were shaped by intention and could very well be places he had never set foot in before. This time, he chose the mountains from among the town, forest, and poisonous swamp. How could such a Spatial Technique be easily pursued?
Unless A Point of Spiritual Escape had already been deciphered. Shen Jinglan could not think of anyone in this day and age who possessed such talent to break this rare evasion technique.
The Golden Shadow unleashed thunderous strikes, blazing flames, and slashing blades that fell upon his protective energy like mere mosquito bites, unable to shake him even slightly.
Shen Jinglan kept his eyes tightly closed, remaining silent and motionless. It seemed he intended to endure this indefinitely.
Yet in an instant, he suddenly opened his eyes, raised a hand, and pointed into the air at the forehead of one of the Golden Shadows.
The ghostly figure radiating golden light and whose features were indistinct suddenly became clear and lifelike as if a thin mist had been dispelled.
Then, like shattered glass, it broke into countless pieces resembling golden sand scattered by the wind.
Immediately after, the remaining Golden Shadows crumbled one by one.
Before their forms completely shattered, they seemed to show him a look of gratitude. Once transformed into ghosts from souls unable to find peace, how could they truly be willing to serve others?
At the same time, a painful roar echoed from not far away.
It was Su Jixian.
He did not expect that Shen Jinglan, who seemed to have resigned himself to fate and was passively taking hits, would suddenly strike back. The precision and ferocity of the attack immediately caused him to suffer a backlash, leaving him severely injured!
After delivering this blow, Shen Jinglan's complexion paled even further. He endured the pain and swallowed the blood that surged up his throat, closing his eyes once more.
Su Jixian was no longer a concern; he would definitely leave, and he would leave quickly. With his injuries, he would not dare linger with the Righteous Path that was about to arrive.
Time passed, though it was unclear how long.
Night fell over the forest… bringing with it an ominous aura of death.
Sweat dripped from his forehead onto his lips, tasting salty and bitter.
The strength he had painstakingly accumulated was being gradually eroded by illness.
His heart had been as calm as still water, filled only with fighting spirit and killing intent… yet suddenly, he thought of someone.
Just as he recalled this person, they arrived, floating gracefully to his side.
"Master, I am late."
The person bent down gently to help him up.
You are not late. Shen Jinglan had no words; he gazed into that person's eyes, where starlight reflected like shimmering water… you are not late; you should not have come.
The phoenix can foresee its own death and is reborn from the flames.
He could not be reborn, but he could also foresee death.
"Let's go." He allowed the person to carry him on his back. Wrapping his arms around the person's waist, he whispered in his ear, "Yan... do my words still hold any weight?"
"Master," the other person's voice trembled, "what do you want?"
He did not continue further, for at that moment, those from the Righteous Path who had come to ambush him had appeared ahead. Without much conversation, everyone summoned their magical treasures and activated their techniques, their intent to kill resolute.
The Evil Sect members brought by Spirit Sword Destiny immediately charged forward. However, this was far from the main base of Youzhou; the number of people gathered by the Evil Sect was still quite insufficient in comparison.
Shen Jinglan raised his eyes to look at the Righteous Path members.
He recognized several old friends from years past—those he had talked with, shared drinks with, admired flowers and the moon with, danced and practiced swordplay with. And now, these people were all determined to fight him to the death.
He smiled.
At this moment, he could still manage a smile.
With a smile on his face, Shen Jinglan spoke softly yet clearly so that everyone could hear: "I still have one last strike left. If you want to keep me, then you can't expect to spare them—"
Let us all go together to the underworld!
Shen Jinglan took a deep breath.
Behind him, an illusory giant shadow of a demon god was about to take shape. Its pitch-black body had blood-red eyes on its forehead and three pairs of arms, each wielding various weapons like swords and spears.
This was a forbidden technique that could unleash the last potential within his body.
Years ago, he had used this forbidden technique to fight against many and break through the encirclement set by the Medicine King Sect. The price of this move had left him suffering from illness for the rest of his life.
An immense amount of spiritual energy, vast beyond imagination, was about to be summoned by this demon god, causing multiple visible spirals of spiritual energy to appear on the battlefield.
The Righteous Path had come in overwhelming numbers; with this strike unleashed, the Upright Path would surely suffer significant damage.
At that time, even if he was no longer present, Yan could still clean up the remnants and hold on.
"Live well, wait for my return," he whispered to Spirit Sword Destiny, a phrase only the two of them could hear.
Then he was about to unleash this strike.
In the next moment, however, his body froze.
His Dantian had been silently sealed, and the blood-red eye on the forehead of the Demon God dimmed.
"You can't deceive me. If you leave... how will you come back?" Spirit Sword Destiny shook his head. "Master, your words today... are useless. I refuse to obey!"
He summoned a magical artifact resembling a Golden-Winged Roc and gently placed Shen Jinglan down, allowing him to sit on the back of the Roc. However, his body quickly became frostily transparent, and the cold air spread out in an instant.
Snow fell heavily, and everything was frozen for miles.
Even time and space were frozen in that brief moment.
Only the Golden-Winged Roc carrying him soared through the air like lightning.
Spirit Sword Destiny exhausted his life force and spiritual energy to execute this move. Its lethality was not strong, but it could halt everyone's time.
All for the sake of gaining this moment, allowing him time to escape!
Shen Jinglan was immobilized.
The Golden-Winged Roc carried him far away in an instant, far beyond the encirclement of Righteous Path's people. The icy landscape quickly vanished from sight, replaced by the withered yellow grass and dried-up lakes of late autumn.
After flying for a while longer, the speed of the Roc gradually decreased as it descended from the clouds and landed on the ground.
This was merely a magical artifact crafted from the essence blood of the Golden-Winged Roc; it could only operate with the spiritual energy infused into it. Once that energy was exhausted, it could no longer fly.
Shen Jinglan, in a daze, walked down from the back of the Peng.
He realized that the curse sealing his Dantian had suddenly become ineffective.
This represented one thing.
That is, the person who cast this curse was already dead!
He stumbled through the wilderness.
The deep-seated pain was once again eroding him. The blood in front of him was as thick as ink.
Suddenly, he fell. He supported himself with his hands and exerted some strength, but he still couldn't stand up for a moment. All he could see was his pale, ghostly face reflected in a puddle formed after the rain, with blood stains at the corners of his lips.
His eyes were already filled with bloodshot veins.
He closed his eyes.
He was already not long for this world.
Like a child cherishing the last piece of candy, he wanted to live out the remaining years of his life well.
But having come to this point… why should he continue to live?
Even disregarding the pain throughout his body, he had already lost everything.
The kind and innocent family that took him in, and the only person he loved in this life.
They had all died because of him.
How could he still have the face to go on living?
He suddenly raised his head.
He saw the ghost of A Bao, staring at him with eyes filled with hatred that did not belong to a child of this age.
"Why are you still alive?" The ghost lamented, tears of blood streaming from its eyes. "You have caused our entire family to perish, what are you still running from? Don't you want to die?"
Shen Jinglan slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, then suddenly opened them again.
He had reached the lowest point in his life; there was no more miserable or destitute time than this.
Even Spirit Sword Destiny, which had always been by his side when he fled to Youzhou, was no longer there.
What are you still running from? — Don't you want to die?
Shen Jinglan finally spoke, uttering words that no one could have imagined.
He said, "I do not."
His voice, though weak, was as firm as a rock.
As these words fell, the surrounding scene—the wilderness, the waterlogged ground, the souls of the wronged—suddenly shattered and vanished into thin air!
He saw again the bamboo forest in the Illusory Realm that burned with flames for him, and the formation created by the Righteous Path people that he was about to shatter with his thunder.
It turned out everything was an illusion.
To trap him here, this was the second hidden ambush outside the formation!
Everyone looked at him in shock.
Shen Jinglan simply said, "You do not understand."
Death is not the end of everything. If Spirit Sword Destiny truly died for him, he would never follow suit.
That would be too easy, too weak.
He must survive and find a way to bring Spirit Sword Destiny back to life!
He has fallen into madness.
The obsession of madness is something that those on the Righteous Path can never truly understand.
In the distant Miaojiang, within the Spirit Serpent Palace.
Just moments after being refined as an immortal material, Xu Xiaofei lay on the ground, expressionless, like a stagnant pool of water, suddenly awakening.
He slowly sat up in the empty room, his eyes clear like flowing water, now filled with strength.
He does not want to die—he cannot die!
No difficulty has ever truly crushed him.
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