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Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 358: The Fragrance Spreads for Thousands of Miles, Lan Xin Pursuing Soul!
The timing was just too coincidental. Originally, a seemingly foolproof plan was thrown into chaos due to a moment's negligence, resulting in an irreversible calamity...
Chu Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, listening to the increasingly chaotic sounds of pursuit all around him. It felt like the whole Zhongzhou had come alive. Helplessly, he muttered, "In this situation, where can I hide?"
The Sword Spirit also sighed.
At such a moment, there was truly nowhere to hide. Moreover, this was Great Zhao, and specifically the Great Zhao Capital! If he randomly found a place to hide, he might be sold to Diwu Qingrou the moment he stepped in. As for seeking help from his own people, that was even less feasible; apart from implicating them and leading them to their doom, there was no other possibility.
But with such severe injuries, was the Nine Calamity Sword Master really going to die just like that?
It was still dark, but in no more than half an hour, dawn would break. Once daylight arrived, there would be even fewer places to hide. Even now, the sounds of searching were getting closer and closer.
Chu Yang felt his speed slowing down, as if he were carrying a thousand pounds on his feet. After struggling to climb over a low wall, he finally slumped down and leaned against a pile of firewood in a corner, barely managing to squeeze his body in, but he had no strength left at all.
Opening his eyes and peering through the gaps in the firewood, he couldn't help but groan internally. He had thought he would at least enter someone’s home, but he had no idea this was actually a small road intersection, and that pile of firewood was in plain sight...
"Truly... when a person is down on their luck, even farts can dislocate their heels!" Chu Yang grumbled inwardly, but he didn’t even have the strength to move a finger now, so he could only leave it to fate.
The sounds of people were noisy, and many hurriedly walked past the pile of firewood.
The sound of hooves came galloping, rumbling past, then rumbling away.
In a short span of time, there were actually continuous waves of people coming and going. Some even stopped and talked near the pile of firewood, offering their opinions on the pursuit of Chu King of Hell...
At this moment, Chu Yang made up his mind: whatever happens, happens; the situation had already worsened beyond the imaginable, and the worst consequence would simply be being caught and taken back! That was all.
After all, I have died once already—am I still afraid of dying? This life was supposed to be a gain!
With that thought, he suddenly felt calm and no longer paid attention to the movements around him. He focused all his energy on sinking into his consciousness to heal his injuries.
"Sword Spirit, how bad is my injury?" Chu Yang asked calmly in his mind.
“Extremely serious!” The Sword Spirit actually sighed.
“Eh?”
“Your heart meridian has been severely shaken, almost shattered into dust; your organs are all damaged; your liver has split, your kidneys have been ruptured, and your lungs have been broken into five pieces, one of which you have already coughed up with blood. Your heart is on the verge of shattering…” The Sword Spirit said heavily, “If I hadn't used sword energy to protect your organs, you would have died by now!”
He paused for a moment, then said, “If I release the sword intent now, you will die immediately!”
“Is it that serious…” Chu Yang smiled bitterly, “Can it be healed?”
“Not at all!” The Sword Spirit replied bluntly, “Unless it’s the complete version of the ninefold pill. In your current state, even if all the medicinal power within you is converted into healing energy, it wouldn't help.”
“Oh…” Chu Yang chuckled quietly and said no more.
The Sword Spirit was instead surprised. “Why aren’t you asking more?”
“I hate to see you tease me.” Chu Yang snorted and said, “Even if I’m to die, I don’t want to be laughed at! You clearly have more to say; what’s the difference between me asking or not?”