Chapter 507: Didnt Ask You to Come Now

Chapter 507: Didn't Ask You to Come Now

The Violet Gold Marquess left peacefully.

...

In the ancient cave beneath the glacier, the Violet Gold Marquess felt a chill spread throughout his entire body... no, half of his body.

He could feel his qi and blood rapidly draining from the wound, despite his best efforts to use his divine abilities to seal it. However, the foundational qi of the eighth-realm cultivator continued to consume everything within him.

If he weren't trying so hard to heal the wounds, he would likely be unable to preserve even half of his body.

However, for an Eminent One like the Violet Gold Marquess, as long as they had not yet died, they could restore themselves to life, even if they were reduced to a pile of blood.

This was the exact reason why Eminent Ones at a high cultivation level would cultivate foundational qi that could prevent healing. Of course, there were other methods. For example, Di Nufeng would just burn it away entirely.

Even if you possess the ability of Last Drop of Blood, you still need to have a drop of blood, right?

The injury inflicted by the Whale-Riding Immortal was even worse than the one he had previously sustained from Immortal Jiuyi. The golden energy from the strike continued to gnaw at the Violet Gold Marquess. He was already struggling to stop the injury from spreading and he could barely exert additional effort to heal his wounds.

If he had a large supply of precious herbs to continuously replenish his qi and blood, he could use his foundational qi to fight back against the spreading injury. It would take him some time, but he would be able to stop its progression.

However, during his last closed-door cultivation, he had depleted all his reserves to repair his body.

After the attacks, he barely had any Soul Subjugators left. With so few people available to gather spirit plants and precious herbs for him, he had none remaining in reserve.

At this moment, he could only place his hopes on Fifty-Eighth.

If Fifty-Eighth could bring precious herbs to save his life at this moment, the Violet Gold Marquess would be willing not only to promote him as a Guider but also to recognize him as his own "father."

At that moment, he truly felt life slipping away from him!

As he anxiously waited, a dark figure finally descended onto the glacier outside.

He’s here!

The Violet Gold Marquess was filled with joy, as if he had clutched a much-needed lifeline.

But he didn't act hastily. Instead, he carefully suppressed his aura and assessed the situation there with his divine sense. As a seventh-realm cultivator specializing in soul arts, his range of divine sense was significantly broader than that of other great experts.

That's why he was confident in using this method.

However, what the Violet Gold Marquess saw made his heart skip a beat.

The figure that landed was clad in a black robe, unmistakably the same Eminent One who had nearly obliterated him with a mere flick of his finger!

Why is it him?!

The Violet Gold Marquess’s remaining half of his chest heaved violently. He quickly suppressed his aura, stopping the fluctuation of his foundational qi, not daring to make any sound.

An eighth-realm Eminent One possessed an even more powerful divine sense; he dared not make the slightest movement.

At the same time, he silently prayed, hoping this person was merely passing by and not here in search of him. But why did he carry the aura of the Soul Subjugator Token?

He can't possibly be Fifty-Eighth, right? Impossible... absolutely impossible! I must be mistaken; my divine soul is injured and my senses have become muddled.

Then, he saw the person take out the Soul Subjugator Token.

Shortly after, he received a message.

[Fifty-Eighth]: "Marquess, your subordinate has arrived."

Huh? The Violet Gold Marquess's pupils widened in despair. Shit. He is Fifty-Eighth.

Everything at Fengya Mountain had ended, and the members of the major sects had returned home. Only the members of the Mount Shu Sect remained, waiting for news from Chu Liang.

This Violet Gold Marquess is too damn patient, Chu Liang thought.

After sending several messages without receiving a reply, Chu Liang finally decided to give up. He asked Jiang Yuebai to inform the elders of the Mount Shu Sect to carefully search within a hundred li around his location for any signs of foundational qi fluctuations.

Streaks of light scoured the area for a while, but no discoveries were made. In the distance, a streak of light descended, revealing Jiang Yuebai's figure on the icefield.

"Looks like he got away. That scoundrel from the diabolical sect is truly cunning," Chu Liang said with a sense of resignation.

"You did great this time," Jiang Yuebai said with a smile. Dressed in a gown with a ring of pure white fur around the neck, she continued, her eyes gleaming with pride, "You ruined the evil plan of the diabolical sect, inflicting significant losses on the Dark King Sect. The Discipline Master mentioned that these diabolical cultivators won't be able to cause any more problems for a while, and it's all thanks to you."

As she spoke, Chu Liang could see the moonlight reflecting off the vast white icefield.

"It was our team effort," Chu Liang said with a smile. After a moment, he added, "I ran into Whale-Riding Senior again. He confirmed that he really is... Jiang Tiankuo."

"Ah." Jiang Yuebai's smile faltered for a moment, her gaze shifting as she said softly, "I knew it was him."

"He said he had his reasons for not being able to show himself openly," Chu Liang explained. "I think once he's done with all his tasks, he’ll come see you at Mount Shu."

"Let him be," Jiang Yuebai said, her gaze dimming slightly.

Seeing her expression, Chu Liang felt a sudden pang of sympathy. He didn’t know what it was like to be abandoned by one’s parents; he had never experienced it himself, but he imagined it must be very painful.

However, when he saw the sorrow on Jiang Yuebai’s face, he couldn't help but step forward and gently hold her hand, saying, “It's okay; everything will be alright.”

Jiang Yuebai's shoulders trembled, and for a moment, it was unclear what thoughts crossed her mind. She remained silent and still, as if frozen in place.

Chu Liang’s face appeared calm, but his heart pounded so hard that he felt it might burst from his chest.

The vast icefield stretched endlessly for miles, the moonlight casting a frosty glow over everything. They stood so close that he could feel her warm breath mingling with the crisp, chilly air.

Other than that accident on the stage, this was the first time Chu Liang had been so close to Jiang Yuebai.

Suddenly, Chu Liang felt he needed to be braver.

He realized this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he let it slip away now, who knew when they would have a chance to be in such an atmosphere again?

So, he leaned closer to Jiang Yuebai’s ear and whispered, “I—”

He had barely uttered a single word when his pupils suddenly dilated, and panic flashed in his eyes. He stepped back immediately.

Sensing his change, Jiang Yuebai finally looked up and said, “You—”

She had barely uttered a word when Chu Liang stammered, "Esteemed sen—ah, U-uncle Jiang."

Jiang Yuebai abruptly turned around and saw a figure standing in the moonlight behind them. She had no idea when he had arrived.

The figure was tall and handsome, with a weathered face and a complex expression—it was none other than Whale-Riding Immortal.

“I...” The usually carefree Whale-Riding Immortal appeared a bit nervous at that moment. He wanted to look at Jiang Yuebai but hesitated, ultimately directing his gaze toward Chu Liang.

His gaze at Chu Liang conveyed a myriad of emotions: self-control, anger, disdain, and confusion over what to do next.

The Whale-Riding Immortal twisted his wrist repeatedly. Was he contemplating chopping someone into pieces? No one could tell.

The Whale-Riding Immortal continued, “I thought about it, and you were right. I should come see her...”

Chu Liang’s expression grew a bit numb, his eyes filled with a mix of nervousness, relief, disappointment, and a hint of regret. For a moment, he felt like crying but found no tears.

He screamed inwardly, Uncle, I asked you to come see her, but I didn't mean now...