Published: March 9, 2025
When Chu Yang and the others returned to their accommodation, the only one left behind, Mo Tianji, was anxiously awaiting their return.
Although Mo Tianji had used the forbidden secret technique "transmitting heart" with the assistance of the ninefold pill, which helped prevent lasting injuries and allowed him to recover in a few days, his vital energy had still been significantly depleted over the past few days. His ability to act had greatly diminished. However, as the strategist, if even he had to fight desperately, it would mean the situation had truly reached a perilous level.
This was also the main reason Mo Tianji stayed behind. However, it was uncertain whether it was a coincidence, but Chu Yang's rescue of Tan Tan and the others had indeed led them into an extremely dangerous predicament, something Mo Tianji did not anticipate!
On this journey, without any external enemies interfering, the ninefold pill continuously showcased its powerful effects; Chu Yang's injuries had naturally been improving. Even Gu Yigu and the others, though still in bad shape, had regained some of their mobility.
Of course, these severely injured individuals still needed to be carried by Gu Duxing and the others. If it weren't for Gu Duxing and the rest coming to help, it seemed that Wuzhuo City and Chu Le'er would have a tough time bringing back such a large group of people all at once. No matter how skilled a master was, they only had two hands, and there were seven or eight big men to manage. How could they possibly handle that?!
Tan Tan, who was still in a deep coma, was being carried by Gu Duxing as if he were a sack of rice. If Tan Tan had been awake at that moment, he might have choked Gu Duxing: this guy had him upside down, with his legs draped over the front, holding only onto his calves while sprinting.
During the movement, Tan Tan's body swayed back and forth, and his head repeatedly bumped against Gu Duxing's backside—one bump after another, creating an intimate contact...
Gu Yigu and the others were naturally furious to see their clan's Holy King being treated so poorly. They incessantly criticized and complained along the way, and after regaining some vital energy, they began to hurl direct insults.
Ji Mo and Rocky Luo were also quite displeased. Seeing the old men full of energy hurling insults, they quickly joined in, mimicking the posture of being carried just like Gu Duxing. Wasn't it simple to copy them?
If you’re unhappy, you might as well share the same treatment as your Holy King. It's the same whether you’re herding one sheep or a whole flock.
In an instant, the air was filled with shouts and curses, truly a continuous stream of complaints as they walked.
Tan Tan was actually quite lucky to be carried this way since he was deep in a coma and felt nothing. However, Gu Yigu and the others were terribly unfortunate—they were fully conscious and could clearly feel their faces, noses, and lips repeatedly colliding with the backside of the person carrying them...
Puff, puff, puff...
What made it even more unbearable was that Gu Yigu could hardly stand it; Ji Mo was carrying him, and to achieve a similar effect, he was only holding onto his ankles, causing his nose to continually bump against this fellow's backside.
Sometimes it was quite coincidental as he felt himself sinking into a ditch...
Gu Yigu’s injuries had just started to improve, yet he nearly fainted again from disgust...
This guy was truly too despicable! Could he be any worse?!
Could he?!
As it turned out, yes, he could!
When they finally stopped at the inn, one of the Three Star Holy Clan Elders got off Rocky Luo's back, disregarding his own injuries, and pounced on Rocky Luo to fight him.
In a state of panic, Rocky Luo didn’t dare to put up a fight and simply covered his head and fled, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
This result left everyone dumbfounded!
What on earth happened?
The elder's angry shouts echoed throughout the inn; even Mo Tianji, who was stationed inside, felt baffled. But when he asked what was going on, the elder, blushing from embarrassment, refused to elaborate, only repeating, "I have a vendetta against that brat who carried me today; we won't share the same sky. It’s either me or him!"