Martial Master

As Qin Chen and the others returned to the Imperial City.

Hundreds of miles away from the Liuming Sect's mountain gate, in a secluded valley.

"Damn it, Liu Tai actually broke through to the mid-stage of the seventh level. After so many years of preparation, everything has been ruined in an instant. It’s really infuriating!"

A figure emerged, covered in blood, with a hideous expression, wishing to cleave the mountain before him in two with a single sword.

However, he did not dare to act, fearing that the resulting fluctuations would attract Liu Tai and the others.

"Now that I am severely injured, it seems I cannot return to the headquarters or the base of the Wuji Sect, otherwise, I will surely die. The only option is to escape into the Great Zhou Dynasty; perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope."

The man's eyes flickered with resentment.

He was none other than Yan Wuji, the sect master of the Wuji Sect, who had escaped from the hands of Liu Tai and the others using a spatial talisman.

"However, Liu Tai's final strike was too vicious, leaving me with severe injuries. Most of my meridians are shattered, and I must first find a way to heal."

Yan Wuji's gaze was solemn.

Although Liu Tai's last desperate attack did not manage to keep him, it did injure his body, rendering him unable to continue fleeing.

"And the wealth I have accumulated over the years in the Wuji Sect..."

Thinking about having to escape from the Great Wei Dynasty alone in the future, Yan Wuji felt immense pain.

Though he had a storage ring, the secret manuals and treasures accumulated over hundreds of years in the Wuji Sect could not be taken with him; they remained in the sect’s treasure vault. Now, retrieving them would be exceedingly difficult.

This time they had hastily attempted to assassinate Qin Chen, without sufficient preparation.

"Forget it, I’ll heal first, and then decide what to do once my injuries are healed!"

With a flash of his eyes, Yan Wuji was about to find a place to enter seclusion and heal when suddenly, he raised his head sharply, looking towards the dim forest not far away.

"Who is it?"

His battle intent erupted as he held his sword, coldly staring into the depths of the forest.

"Master Yan, it's me!"

Yue Lengchan staggered out, dragging his broken body.

He was drenched in blood, looking even more disheveled than Yan Wuji.

"How did you escape?"

Yan Wuji was taken aback, his face showing surprise.

"What do you mean by that, Master Yan? Do you wish for me to die at the hands of that old man Liu Tai?" Yue Lengchan's face was grim as he coldly huffed, "I want to ask what exactly your previous actions toward Old Ancestor Wu meant."

"Master Yue, you misunderstood." Yan Wuji forced out an awkward smile, "The situation was urgent before, and we had no choice but to act this way. Now that you have also escaped, that is truly great. There’s no need for us to be so angry with each other."

Yan Wuji couldn’t help but explain.

After all, they were both down-and-out people now.

"I was just saying it casually." Yue Lengchan sighed, his expression grim, "I really didn't expect that Liu Tai actually broke through to the mid-stage of the seventh level. Such cultivation is already extremely formidable, even in the Hundred Dynasties. It will be very difficult for us to take revenge."

As he spoke, Yue Lengchan coughed up blood while slowly approaching Yan Wuji.

"I didn't expect Liu Tai to be so despicable. But it’s really good that you’re okay, Master Yue. Let’s heal our injuries first, and when we’ve recovered, we can secretly deal with Qin Chen and the others. With our cultivation levels, although we may not be able to kill Liu Tai, we can surely make them suffer immensely."

Yan Wuji sensed that there was no one around, and he let out a sigh of relief, saying viciously.

By himself, he could naturally flee as far as possible, but working together with Yue Lengchan would allow them to achieve much more.

"Master Yan doesn’t want to take revenge, does he?" Yue Lengchan sneered disdainfully.