Chapter 788: Chapter 184: She’s Not Dead!
"Ying’er!"
Jing Xiuyun desperately tried Zhao Ying’er’s pulse, grief-stricken: "Ying’er ah..."
Suddenly burst into tears.
Fang Che’s divine sense was a chaotic haze, although the Dan Yun Divine Pill had been taken, its effect on his physical body was restored, but it was almost useless for his divine sense.
Because within his Sea of Divine Consciousness, there was already a new force of divine sense, the medicinal power of the God Fusion Pill continued to gush forth like a fountain, transforming into divine sense power, rushing into the Sea of Divine Consciousness.
He was gasping heavily, not knowing how many bones were fractured.
His chest was under pressure, the enemy’s spear tip was still embedded in his chest and abdominal bones.
Although the Protective Treasure Clothes prevented it from piercing through, the opponent’s powerful force still drove it in, carrying the Protective Treasure Clothes with it.
The treasure clothes remained intact.
But that violent force almost shattered every bone, and his internal organs were injured.
Blood continuously flowed from his mouth, feeling the power of the Dan Yun Divine Pill gradually working within him.
Enduring the pain in his mind as if being cut by a thousand knives, listening to Jing Xiuyun’s cries.
Murmured: "Steward Zhao..."
"Ying’er... Ying’er is gone..."
Jing Xiuyun sobbed uncontrollably.
Fang Che only felt emptiness in his heart, slowly closing his eyes, two streams of tears silently fell.
He could feel Zhao Ying’er leaning on his shoulder, but, how could she be gone?...
He closed his eyes, the lively image of Zhao Ying’er’s smiling face appeared, concernedly asking him: "Feeling better today?"
Suddenly his heart ached, overwhelming sorrow.
...
Moments later.
Scholar Residence.
Zhao Ying’er had been moved away from Fang Che, the spear from her body removed and discarded aside.
She lay covered by a snow-white sheet, her face wiped clean, retaining a serene smile.
Still wearing the expression of happiness resting on her beloved’s shoulder.
Yet, no longer breathing.
Her face was fair, not even showing the pallor of death, just as if peacefully sleeping.
Jing Xiuyun’s tears gushed like a fountain, sobbing incoherently.
Beside, Fang Che, covered in blood, his breathing steady but eyes tightly shut, frowning.
The wounds on his body were rapidly healing, but the tumultuous pain in the Sea of Consciousness was relentless, like surging waves, one after another.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain in his mind, but couldn’t withstand the sadness in his heart.
Tears continuously seeped from the corners of his closed eyes.
Dead!
Zhao Ying’er is dead.
She died to save him, using her own body to block that fatal spear.
"Ying’er also had treasure clothes on... but it couldn’t stop the spear..."
Jing Xiuyun was almost in a daze, guarding Zhao Ying’er, muttering to himself.
In the Guardian Hall, Jing Xiuyun had the best relationship with Zhao Ying’er, and now seeing her tragic death, his mind was nearly numb.
Lame Hong Er silently wept beside them.
He pounded himself with clenched fists, never feeling more resentful of his own weak cultivation.
Encountering such a battle, he couldn’t even extend a helping hand!
He felt so useless!
So much so that he despised himself.
Ye Meng constantly took out healing medicine, feeding it to Lame Hong Er and Jing Xiuyun, then carefully giving Fang Che some cool spiritual water.
Fang Che’s issue lay in his divine sense, which healing medicines couldn’t remedy.
Moreover, Ye Meng dared not use spiritual medicine beneficial for divine sense, fearing it might worsen Fang Che’s wounded divine sense.
If the increased divine sense strength aggravated the injuries, it would be disastrous.
Fang Che’s divine sense was currently chaotic, unable to give directions, so Ye Meng repeatedly placed cold towels on his head, hoping he would wake and tell them what to do.
It must be said Ye Meng’s handling was entirely correct.
If they had truly given Fang Che divine sense spiritual items, it might have turned disastrous for him.
An hour later...
Fang Che slowly regained consciousness, still suffering from a splitting headache but finally a bit clearer.
Opening his eyes, he saw Yuan Jingjiang, Yun Jianqiu, and others.
They sat beside him, filled with grief.
Fang Che took a deep breath, harboring a glimmer of hope, quietly asked: "Steward Zhao... Is there any chance to save her?"
Yuan Jingjiang shook his head sorrowfully.
Fang Che closed his eyes again, breathing heavily, but shortly opened them, softly yet firmly stating: "Master Yuan, please contact Senior Ningxue Sword, no matter what, have him come down, Zhao Ying’er and they... they’ve discovered the Dream Demon!"
"Alright!"
...
Ningxue Sword slashed, one shadow vanished beneath the sword.
He pursued Baizhan Blade, but was hindered by the Shadow Demon, whose shadows were endless, impossible to cut through.
This left Ningxue Sword deeply frustrated.
But each time he extinguished a Shadow Demon’s shadow, there would be a brief respite, so eliminating the shadow was imperative.
In recent days, he had tangled with Baizhan Blade over ten times and with Shadow Demon forty to fifty times, slaying over fifty shadows.
He was confident that the Shadow Demon had been severely injured by him.
However, unable to locate the Shadow Demon’s true body, its ultimate destruction eluded him, a truth he had to face.
Baizhan Blade, injured.
Shadow Demon, injured.
Though both were experts, the mightiest Baizhan Blade ranked only sixth on the Cloud Weapon List, some distance from Ningxue Sword.
Ningxue Sword found himself already in Nancheng, worried about the Dream Demon escaping the city, and immediately set off, returning to the city.
