Published: February 25, 2025
“Tan Brother!” Huangfu Yu had tears in his eyes as he landed beside the heavenly slayer demon ape, shouting loudly, “Old Ape, where is Tan Yun? Where is Tan Yun!”
“Old Ape, where is my sister's husband?” Xue Ziyan quickly followed and arrived at the side of the heavenly slayer demon ape lying in a pool of blood.
Although Xue Ziyan never admitted it, she knew deep down that she loved Tan Yun!
Gongsun Ruoxi had been infatuated with Tan Yun for more than ten years; she had silently loved him all this time.
And Dantai Xian'er, who disguised herself as a man, had unknowingly fallen for Tan Yun after years of interaction.
Facing the inquiries from the few women, the heavenly slayer demon ape was gravely injured and lacked the strength to speak.
“No... no!”
Suddenly, Mu Mengyi discovered something and let out a heart-wrenching cry that moved everyone.
She controlled her flying sword and descended into the devastated forest, trembling as she mournfully gazed at Tan Yun’s shocking severed arm in the grass!
Zhong Wu Shi Yao, Xue Ziyan, Huangfu Yu, and Gongsun Ruoxi turned their heads. Upon seeing Tan Yun’s severed arm, all four women felt the world spin around them!
Following closely behind, Tian Xiang, Zhu Ruolin, Huangfu Tingfeng, Ke Xinyi, and over three thousand disciples of the Five Lineages all assumed that Tan Yun had met with misfortune and wept bitterly!
“Boss!” The cries of the Meritorious Lineage disciples filled the air, and the collective sorrow seemed to engulf the entire forest!
Mu Mengyi felt darkness descend before her eyes, collapsing to the ground in anguish, “Tan Yun... you promised you wouldn't die, you promised me you'd come back alive... Boohoo... you can't go back on your word... come back to me...”
Amidst the overwhelming grief, a weak yet familiar voice sounded, “Mengyi, Shi Yao... don’t be sad, I’m not dead.”
“Tan Yun!” Mu Mengyi wiped her tears and, realizing Tan Yun’s figure was not around, looked anxiously at Zhong Wu Shi Yao, “Shi Yao, did you hear Tan Yun’s voice?”
“Yeah, I heard it!” Zhong Wu Shi Yao, ignoring her tears, shouted, “Tan Yun, where are you!”
“I’m here.” In the weak voice, everyone turned to the source and saw the bloodied Tan Yun, trembling as he crawled out from the mangled neck of the golden flame qilin.
Earlier, Tan Yun had held the sword and beheaded the golden flame qilin before drilling into its skull to slay the beast spirit and extract the demon core!
Looking at Tan Yun, everyone erupted in excitement.
“Woohoo... that’s great, you’re not dead!” Mu Mengyi and Zhong Wu Shi Yao rushed forward to help Tan Yun out.
“Fool, don’t cry; I’m fine, see?” Tan Yun said weakly, his voice filled with deep affection for the two women.
“You’re hurt so badly and still say you’re fine.” Mu Mengyi choked back her sobs.
“Okay, stop crying.” Tan Yun's voice trembled as he said, “Mengyi, help me sit down, and Shi Yao, go get my severed arm.”
Then, Mu Mengyi carefully helped Tan Yun sit up. Zhong Wu Shi Yao wept as she handed Tan Yun his severed left arm.
Tan Yun looked at the two women and said, “Next, I need to recover from my injuries; you must protect me.”
“Mm.” After nodding, the two women turned back to the crowd, urging everyone to spread out around Tan Yun to prevent anyone or any beast from disturbing him.
Once everything was arranged, the two women, along with Xue Ziyan and Huangfu Yu, sat cross-legged opposite Tan Yun, pained by his grievous state.
After giving everyone a reassuring smile, Tan Yun released his feeble spiritual sense and retrieved the Flying Sword Little Purple. After checking, the artifact spirit Little Purple was unharmed.
Tan Yun’s spiritual sense enveloped the heavenly slayer demon ape, noting that despite its severe injuries, it would soon recover thanks to its healing abilities.
Tan Yun performed spatial grasping to summon the high-grade mustard seed time-space treasure formation he had purchased when he was still an Inner Sect disciple from his Qiankun Ring and set it up.