Chapter 58: Yan Huaixuan, Is That You?

Chapter 58: Yan Huaixuan, Is That You?

Shen Lian immediately realized that these people were actually after him.

Shen Lian frowned slightly, motioning for Cang Huai to run ahead. "You should go."

After all, Cang Huai had been very kind to him these past few days, and there was no reason to drag him into this.

It was his own foolishness—he'd forgotten the rule about not showing off your wealth.

But unexpectedly, Cang Huai looked down at him. "Don't worry, I won't abandon you."

I won't abandon you—

Those words instantly sent a ripple through Shen Lian's heart.

It was like he'd once asked someone for that same promise, but before that person could answer, he'd already bolted.

Shen Lian suddenly looked up at Cang Huai, and for a moment, the person in front of him seemed to blur with that other person.

The group had already grown impatient and launched an attack on them.

Shen Lian immediately extinguished that trace of emotion.

He started hurling out as many treasures and pills as he could.

Unfortunately, the only things Shen Lian could exchange for were high-grade treasures.

Then, Shen Lian lifted Chen Xue and charged forward. He didn't let Shen Mo out—Shen Mo was a demonic beast, and if he appeared, the whole secret realm would be thrown into chaos.

Without hesitation, Cang Huai followed right behind him.

The Feiyun Sect disciples hadn't expected this alchemy cultivator's treasures to be so far beyond what they'd imagined.

But what shocked them even more were the pills in Shen Lian's hands—they were bizarre and uncanny. Some caused hallucinations.

Others made people itch all over, and some nearly knocked people out with the stench.

After a fierce fight, Shen Lian and Cang Huai finally broke through a gap.

The bodies of Feiyun Sect disciples piled up higher and higher.

Once Shen Lian and Cang Huai broke out of the encirclement and shook off all the cultivators behind them,

Shen Lian glanced at his storage pouch.

In one go, he'd completely emptied three years' worth of treasures.

Shen Lian: "..."

He ground his teeth.

But luckily, there were no Spirit Transformation Stage disciples from the Feiyun Sect here.

It was a trial rule—disciples couldn't attack those two levels below them, and if caught, they'd be punished.

But with so many Void Insight Stage disciples, plus some sects that had come to gawk, running forever wasn't a solution.

Sooner or later, they'd run out of pills too.

Shen Lian brought up the same suggestion again, giving Cang Huai a push. "You go on ahead. They're after me."

But to his surprise, Cang Huai stubbornly grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, leaving no room for argument.

Cang Huai said calmly, "I told you, I won't let go of you."

From behind him, Shen Lian suddenly spoke. "Yan Huaixuan."

The man holding his wrist frowned and turned back, confusion in his eyes. "Yan True Lord? You know him?"

Shen Lian glanced at Cang Huai's cold, clear features, then looked away. "No, I don't."

Cang Huai didn't seem to give it much thought. "Let's find somewhere to hide first. They'll catch up soon."

Shen Lian hummed in acknowledgment, but the Feiyun Sect stuck to them like glue. But what they hadn't expected was—

Spirit Transformation disciples weren't supposed to join battles below their level, but when one Feiyun Sect disciple attacked them,

Shen Lian clearly sensed the aura of a Spirit Transformation cultivator!

He immediately locked onto two people—both clearly at the Spirit Transformation stage, yet secretly taking cheap shots.

Hiding their strength to get a piece of the action!

Shen Lian took a deep breath. Cang Huai had clearly noticed it too. Before, the two of them could fight off hundreds and break out of the siege.

But now, against two Spirit Transformation cultivators, they were completely outmatched.

Shen Lian had already revealed he was at the Void Insight Stage, but Cang Huai clearly didn't care.

Just as Shen Lian was about to urge Cang Huai to leave again—this was no longer something a Void Insight Stage sword cultivator could handle—

Cang Huai gave him a long look. "Sorry, I lied to you."

Shen Lian: "?"

He watched in disbelief as Cang Huai's cultivation erupted at the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Shen Lian's pupils shrank. "You're a Spirit Transformation cultivator?"

"You've been lying to me?"

He'd only hidden one level, but Cang Huai had hidden two!

Shen Lian gnashed his teeth.

But there was no time to think about that now.

Once Cang Huai stopped hiding his strength, those Void Insight disciples were nothing to him.

In the blink of an eye, Cang Huai annihilated them, leaving only the Spirit Transformation cultivators.

Seeing Cang Huai drop the act, the Feiyun Sect disciple sneered. "So you were faking it too. Then I won't go easy on you."

He immediately engaged Cang Huai in battle.

Below, Shen Lian struggled to breathe, looking up at Cang Huai.

He noticed that even while fighting two Spirit Transformation cultivators, Cang Huai handled it with ease.

Chen Xue suddenly warned, "Watch out behind you!"

Shen Lian's eyes narrowed, but he found himself unable to move.

It turned out that the two Spirit Transformation cultivators, realizing they couldn't touch Cang Huai, had turned their attention to Shen Lian.

They immediately launched an attack at Shen Lian.

At this moment, Shen Lian's spiritual power and treasures were completely depleted. He frowned, took a deep breath, and prepared to endure the blow. Worst case, he could leave behind a wisp of his soul—if he ran, he'd still have a chance.

"Chen Xue, the second I die, grab my soul and run!"

This was a trait unique to the demon race—even in death, one could retain a wisp of soul, allowing him to possess someone or rebuild a body.

But unexpectedly, the man who'd been fighting mid-air suddenly shot toward Shen Lian.

Seeing this, the Spirit Transformation disciple in the sky flashed a cruel glint in his eyes and condensed a blast of spiritual power, sending it at Cang Huai's back.

Shen Lian's face changed. "Don't come!"

If Cang Huai came over, he'd take both attacks head-on!

But Cang Huai still came to Shen Lian's side, pulling him in at the last second and shielding him with his body.

Shen Lian's pupils contracted. All he could hear was the man above him grunt and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Shen Lian forced his eyes to move, gazing at Cang Huai's ashen face.

"Cang Huai!"

Shen Lian didn't understand why this Sword Cultivator, who he'd only just met, would go this far for him.

Cang Huai raised his eyes to look at him, his fingers tracing his cheek. "Don't be afraid. You run first. I'll come find you."

His eyes held nothing but calm, and a hint of a promise.

With that, Cang Huai moved to push Shen Lian away, lifting his long sword to face the swarm of cultivators in the sky again.

Shen Lian's eyes went cold, but he didn't let Cang Huai leave. He supported Cang Huai, and once his body could move again, he burned the faces of the two Spirit Transformation cultivators into his memory, then ripped through several Teleportation Scrolls one after another.

The two Spirit Transformation disciples had their Spiritual Sense locked tightly on them the whole time.

Seeing that, Shen Lian could only run toward less crowded areas, but he didn't notice that after he tore the last one, the Spirit Transformation cultivator suddenly stopped and didn't dare chase them anymore.

Shen Lian held Cang Huai up as they tumbled into a pitch-black space.

"Cang Huai?"

Shen Lian lifted Cang Huai's face. "Cang Huai!"

The moment he touched Cang Huai's face, it was terrifyingly cold.

Shen Lian's breath caught. Something was wrong. He tried to turn Cang Huai around, but unexpectedly, Cang Huai refused, only pressing down on his wrist and looking up at him.

"Don't look."

Shen Lian pressed his lips together. "Take your hand away!"

He removed Cang Huai's hand and forcefully turned him around.

Only then did he discover that Cang Huai's back had no intact flesh left—even his internal organs were exposed, his meridians in disarray, and his five viscera and six bowels nearly shattered.