Chapter 136 Xu Linghe’s Injury
The golden armor was unstoppable. Spirit Power thrust out, and then, Lu Yadao was badly mutilated by the golden feathers. Even the one-eye monster downthrust to Wuyou, it was still too late. Lu Yadao got weaker, as his Original Spirit was dispersed little by little. Hongjun seized the chance and rushed out to grasp the Mysterious Clear Qi in the spirit light. He clenched the spirit because it could increase cultivation. Lu Yadao struggeld to grab it back, but was swept away by Hongjun’s Spirit Power. Hongjun gave another palm. Lu Yadao’s eyes widened when seeing clearly who the man was. Hongjun, who had disappeared for tens of thousands of years, was resurrencted! At that moment, Hongjun totally ignored that, but strenched out his sharp claws through Lu Yandao’s chest. Lu Yadao had no way but to see his spirit that had been cultivated for tens of thousands of years swallowed by Hongjun. And then, Lu Yadao’s Mysterious Clear Qi weakened. After a streak of spirit light, he turned into a flash of flowing light and flew to the sky.

Altough Hongjun was in the Chaos, he still feared the Heavenly Book’s power. Wuyou gave a palm. Seeing that, Hongjun fled away instantly. The one-eyed monster transformed in the spirit fog. Lu Yadao created the one-eyed monster. As long as the host died, the spell on him was removed. Ugly leather sack peeled from the one-eyed monster. Then, a man came to Wuyou from the spirit fog. When Wuyou saw clearly who the man was, she could not hold back her tears. It turned out that the one-eyed monster was transformed by her husband. What had Lu Yadao done to her husband? Wuyou ran to him and hugged him tightly. Tears dropped on the man’s back of the hands and burned his heart. Xu Linghe held the woman to the sky. With a bang behind, broken walls and debris flew to them, and the earth was shaking with magma spurting to the sky. At that moment, Wuyou realized how dangerous it was. The magma spread and fueld to the flames on the ground. Demon Spirits living in the Chaos scampered away. Even if Wuyou had compassion on them, she did not dare to save them. Flames went wild in the Chaos, and those monsters struggling in the magma turned into a pool of bloody water in a blink.

Xu Linghe held the woman and flew to the clouds. Hongjun in the dark stared at them ferociously and thought the fox spirit was so sly that she hurt Hongjun just for the sake of coming to the Chaos. Hongjun swept out his Spirit Power to shake the stone into pieces. Hongjun exerted so much power that his wound was torn apart. He gnashed his teeth with hurt and decided to certainly take the revenge. Xiao Qi helped Hongjun and could not forget what he had seen. Xiaoyao did have a deep affection to Xu Linghe and dare to risk her life to the Chaos to save her lover. Hatred finally cut off Xiao Qi’s goodness in his heart. Instead, jealosy burst into flames. The more he wanted to put out, the more unstoppable it became.

The two flew to Kunlun. And Kunlun in front of them had been covered all over with wounds and scars, and Ao Ze had been in ruins.

“Sect Master is back…”

The disciples came up to greet Wuyou. And then, the entire Ao Ze was seethed with excitement when they saw the man behind Wuyou. Chengyi hugged his Senior Brother tightly, as tears stained his clothes.

“Senior Brother, you are back finally.”

Liu Ruoshui ran out of the crowd and threw herself into Xu Linghe’s arms. Wuyou did not like her. More and more people gathered in the square. New disciples did not know Xu Linghe and saluted to their female Sect Master. Xiao Douya drove his little spiritual beast to fly to his father from the distance. Xu Linghe flew up to catch his son, and Xu Linghe held the tender body into his arms. In the Chaos, he missed his wife and son at any moment. In order to keep alive to see his relatives, Xu Linghe had to eat rotten meat and drink the blood of elves and demons.

“Dad, I miss you.”

“You’re dad’s sweetheart.”

“So does mom…”

“Yes, you both are. How is dad willing to leave you…”

Wuyou turned back to the crowd and stood at the corner. Today was a reunion day, so she would not let her husband see her crying. However, Xu Linghe’s eyes always followed her, and knew well about the little woman’s injury. Chang Xi looked at her grandson, thinking that it would be great if her Senior Brother were still alive. The heartache was too terrible to speak out. The lilac embroidered on the cuffs of her sleeves became vivid in the tears. No matter how hard she tried to wipe, the tears could not stop. Her grandson was a brave and upright man, so he would carry out her Senior Brother’s unfinished lifework to make Kunlun thrive and stand erect in the three realms forever.

Ao Ze would heat up. It was a day to celebrate after the furious war. The man whom Xu Linghe was looking forward to did not appear. He asked little woman, asked Chengyi, and asked other Kunlun’s disciples, but all of them avoided his question. Standing in the ruins, Xu Linghe felt his heart was wrenched. Grandmaster used to live there, and the familiar aura still filled the place. However, Wuyou was able to do nothing but just accompany him quietly. She hoped her husband would get less hurt. But who could really understand the man’s heart?

“Jiang Wuyou, where is Grandmaster…” Xu Linghe’s voice was extremely hoarse. Wuyou tried to comforted him with her little hands, but Xu Linghe’s big hands got rid of Wuyou’s hands. The man yelled like a wild beast. Wuyou’s heart was broken into pieces. If she continued to suppress the truth, her man would be driven mad. Fire could not be wrapped up in paper. Wuyou just wanted to tell the man after a few days, but she also knew how important Shenzong meant to Xu Linghe. What came would come. Just face it bravely.

“Everyone, don’t gather here…”

Those little disciples were unwilling to leave, because it was a long time since Kunlun had been lively. Now, the Sect Master was found finally, but they had to leave the square. They knew Sect Master’s bitterness. She devoted herself to Kunlun. Thanks to her, Kunlun could survive from the war. She was Kunlun’s benefactor.

“Linghe… Grandmaster has passed away…”

Although Xu Linghe had expected the result, his heart still ached and the hurt welled up from the feet to tear his heart, as if his heart were being torn into pieced by a blunt. He felt nothing but cold on the chest. Xu Linghe tried to stand up, but his legs kept trembling, out of his control. Wuyou extended her hands to help him up, but he stopped her stolidly. Wuyou brushed her mouth with her hand, but tears still trickled through her fingers. Drop by drop, bitter tears expanded and enwrapped Wuyou’s heart. The man in front was so helpless, but she could do nothing to help him.

“Take me to see Grandmaster.”

Xu Linghe’s eyes were covered with ice. Chang Xi held the sleeping Xiao Douya and flew out of Ao Ze. Those little disciples had left the square. Only the man and the woman were still in the square. On the top of the snow mountain, wind blew chillingly and rolled up the man’s clothes. In the darkness, the man looked stonier. Wuyou flew to the clouds and headed to the forbidden area, and the man wanted to gather some Spirit Power, but his legs and arms were out of his control. His body in the air shook and crumbled. Wuyou protected her man, and her Spirit Power intercepted the oncoming snow particles. When they landed from the clouds, Xu Linghe almost lost his mind. On the stone-paved path, the man seemed to exerted all of his strength to take every step. His Grandmaster was buried here. Wuyou stared at her man in the distance. Xu Linghe knelt his knees on the ground, and wiped his Grandmaster’s tombstone carefully and gently with his sleeves. Grandmaster liked cleanness. How could Xu Linghe forget that?

“What happened to Kunlun in the days when I was not here…”

Xu Linghe clenched his fists. Anger was burning in his chilly eyes. His voice was as sharp as the icy saber on the snowy moutaintop.

“The three alliance jointly attacked Kunlun, and Hongjun sent hundreds of thousands of soldiers to encircle Kunlun just like looting a burning house. In order to protect Kunlun, Shenzong was killed by Emperor Jun… My husband… I’ve tried my best…”

“Little woman… I feel hurt here… I even could not accompany Grandmaster when he was dead…” Xu Linghe wailed with great grievance. The Man was used to hiding his hurt in the heart, but when it broke out, the hurt came fiercely like a breaking levee.

“Xu Linghe, Listen… Shenzong is gone… But you’re Douya’s father… and Jiang Wuyou’s husband.”

The couple stood as guards at the mausoleum. Wuyou told exactly Xu Linghe that Emperor Jun had robbed Ximu’s Original Spirit, as well as what had happened in Kunlun, and that Xiao Qi had disguised himself as her man. At that moment, Xu Linghe did not have any family love to his cousin. Xu Linghe’s return brought new atmosphere to Kunlun. In order to make up the disciples’ deficiency, they began drafting the recruit of more disciples. Because Jiang Wuyou’s name had engraved on the divine pillar, she inherited the mantle of Kunlun’s Spirit. And Xu Linghe was just entrusted to take charge of Kunlun’s affairs. The position of the Sect Master was fixed by the heaven, and Wuyou was mandated of heaven.

Kunlun was resuscitated gradually. The main hall in Ao Ze had been repaired with a completely new look. Time was a good medicine for wounds, and the scars would be healed gradually. Xu Linghe set about the new affairs. And young children from the realms of human, fairy, demon and spirit, as well as the cultivators would participate in the disciples qualifiers contest.

In the human realm.

The spy reported the the enemy’s situation, which made Di Qing happy. Di Qing’s army was originally in the inferiority, but due to Impure Essence army’s withdrawl, Di Qing reversed the decline and occupied the dominant situation. Di Qing massed his forces, and Lin Xiaosa led the devil army for an attack to Linfu Town. Yan Shen was sapped by the Impure Essence army’s recondition. Confronted with a formidable enemy, Madam Yu led the troop to the battlefront, while Yan Bo stayed in Linfu Town. Yan Shen was still sleepless day and night. The danger today was different from the past. He tried to consult with Hongjun, but the results were far from satisfactory. Hongjun wanted the Hun Kun’s spinel, but Yan Shen knew it was an excuse. What Hongjun wanted was the Jin land, the beautiful rivers and moutains on the land. Yan Shen knew the consequence of asking a tiger for its skin. At present, supported by the devil army, Di army was so unstoppable that the army recaptured several cities in many days successively. Linfu Town succumbed, and Yan Bo and Madam Yu retreated all the way. The Yan army was panic-stricken by the defeats. And Yan Shen in Jin City frowned. Although with the support of Madam Yu’s army, he could not compare to Di Qing. Di Qingassembled the firepower to launch a general offensive. It was about to fall. At midnight, Yan Shen gathered military officials in Jinzhou again to discuss how to reseize the cities. Perhaps they could not see any winning hope, and the whole meeting hall was inundated with pessimistic mood. Yan Shen did not want to see it indeed. When he set a flag and staged the uprising, he had faced death with indifference and known that there was no way back. Even if he died, he wanted to stand up. The meeting hall was terribly silent. Faced with the formidable foe, no one dared to shoulder the important responsibility. Madam Yu was deflated after several battles. Numerous naga people was injured or dead. It would have been an easy war, but the devil army punched out unexpectedly to hinder naga army’s advance and foil Yan army’s momentum. Di Qing marched forward courageously and defeated Madam Yu in a row. The consequence was serious, which was the last thing that Yan Shen wanted to see. He sent messages to get help, but Hongjun did not reply him. Hope became despair. Reinforcement did not come, and Yan Shen had nothing but a road that led to death. But who wanted to die? Anyone would struggle desperately before death. He did not allow Di Qing to live comfortably. Yan Shen spent the whole night deploying in the meeting hall, hoping to find out Di army’s weak point. However, in the sand table, Di Qing always had the upper hand while Yan army was obstructed tightly. Drilling result exhausted Yan Shen. He had to take a rest. Tea was served in the meeting hall, and people drank it cups after cups. Drinking tea should be a refined thing, but military officials just glugged down and did not dare to make any trouble. Emperor Yan was in a fit of anger. They thought they had better act with great caution. Yan Shen was badly battered with anxiety. He pushed the door open, hoping the cold wind would blow away his foolishness. He was a layman to lead troops in the war, but a good mastermind. The morale of Yan’s army had been crushed. Yan Shen was a common person, and he was unwilling to give his land to Hongjun. But nowadays, what could he do if he still did not yield to Hongjun? Yan Bo did not have any method. If things went on, the Jin city would submit to the devil army.