Chapter 967: Chapter 967: Suffering 10,000 Points of Damage
With a single stroke, the Divine Sword of Xuanyuan eliminated three Ninth Level Spirit Sea Realm warriors and two Fifth Level Controlling Qi Realm experts—absolutely fearsome, indeed, even without a master, using borrowed power. It truly was once an Imperial Weapon.
"Father!"
Ji Ziling, seeing Ji Haotian kneeling on the ground, cried out and rushed over, throwing herself in front of Ji Haotian and caressing his utterly aged face. Tears filled her eyes, her expression one of immense sorrow.
"Haotian!"
At that moment, Ji Canghai also rushed over from the front yard, and seeing his son dead, he cried out in grief. Suddenly, he began to cough violently, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, felt a surge of rage and shock, his body trembled, and he was about to fall to the ground, but was promptly supported by the Grand Elder and Second Elder.
"I will kill you!"
Ji Ziling glared at the Goddess, roaring with fury and eyes filled with murderous intent. She brandished her sword and charged towards the Goddess.
Watching Ji Ziling approaching, the Goddess appeared indifferent. With a single pat of her hand, a surge of True Yuan strength burst forth, sending Ji Ziling flying. However, the Goddess herself spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and quickly left the area.
Meanwhile, several powerful martial artists within Capital City were converging towards the Ji Family, including Elder Shi and members of the Long Family.
"What happened here?"
When Elder Shi and the old patriarch of the Long Family arrived at the Ji Family home and saw the situation before them, they were greatly shocked.
"Zi Ling, how are you doing?"
Long Qian, who came with the elder of the Long Family, hurried over to Ji Ziling, who lay on the ground, helped her up, but she moved with a pale face to kneel before the body of Ji Haotian, her expression one of agony.
By this time, Ye Luo had already left the scene and was nowhere to be found.
"That Divine Sword really is powerful!"
Ye Luo said in genuine astonishment.
"It’s just an Imperial Weapon with a damaged Artifact Spirit—it’s nothing special. In the Martial Realm, only Holy Artifacts and Emperor’s Tools are truly powerful weapons, and possessing one can make you a supreme ruler," Ao Long said somewhat pretentiously.
"Holy Artifacts and Emperor’s Tools are too far out of reach for me," Ye Luo shook his head. His current weapon was only a King’s Tool, not even an Imperial Weapon, while the Holy Artifacts and Emperor’s Tools were but figments of imagination.
"Huh? It’s that woman!"
On the way there, Ye Luo suddenly spotted a figure under a street lamp ahead, leaning against the pole—it was that Goddess.
But at this moment, she looked pale and was seriously injured, with different levels of damage to her internal organs. If she were an ordinary person, she would have died already, but she held on until now, relying on her special physique and strength.
The woman took a medicine bottle out from her body, extracted an elixir, and consumed it.
As the elixir entered her body, her injuries began to heal slowly, but she suddenly collapsed on the ground and passed out.
"This..."
Seeing this, Ye Luo’s expression grew stern, his gaze flickering as he debated whether to lend a hand or not.
If he helped, the other party was an enemy, not a friend; if he didn’t help, it seemed somewhat wrong, especially since she was a great beauty.
"Fine, no matter what, she is a woman—I’ll help," Ye Luo decided after a long thought. Letting such a beautiful woman just faint in the street was unsafe, and if she encountered some drunk ruffians, it could spell trouble.
After all, although the woman was terrifyingly powerful, she was injured and unconscious now, with no ability to resist.
"Ah, it looks like I’m still a good person!"
Ye Luo admired himself for a moment, walked forward, and came to the woman’s side, turning her over. At this moment, her veil was already gone, and her clothes were torn.
Although Ye Luo had seen the woman’s face with his Clairvoyant Eye, actually seeing it with his own eyes still gave him an amazed, almost celestial feeling.
Her entire face seemed to have been sculpted with a golden ratio, flawless and perfect. Just her face alone was easily on par with the women by Ye Luo’s side, if not better, and her demeanor was even more dominant. Only Zi Xia could truly be considered her match.
He lifted the woman up, and after a moment of thought, he decided not to take her back to his villa since she had no relation to him, and bringing her home would not be appropriate.
Besides, the woman was powerful and had some hostile ties with him. He didn’t want to bring her to his villa, where she might wake up and harm the ladies—that would be a huge mess.
Carrying the woman, he found a Home Inn Express hotel, opened a room, and went inside.
He placed the woman on the bed, and Ye Luo scanned her body with his Clairvoyant Eye. At that moment, the elixir within the Goddess’s body was slowly healing her wounds.
At the same time, Ye Luo noticed a gentle energy also at work within her body, similarly mending her injuries.
"This woman sure is pretty!"
Ye Luo stood by the bed, staring at the woman, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Are you planning to take advantage of her while she’s unconscious?"
Ao Long suddenly spoke up.
"Am I that kind of person?"
"Yes!"
Ao Long said decisively, leaving Ye Luo feeling like he had just taken ten thousand points of damage.
"But I think it’s fine if you do it. This woman has a Bishui Spiritual Body and is still a virgin. Getting with her might even help boost your strength. Plus, she’s powerful and comes from an extraordinary background. Taking her down could be a good thing."
Ao Long spoke very slyly.
"Master, I think Lord Ao Long is quite right. I support you; go for it!"
"Master, I support you too!"
Lingyun Sword’s Artifact Spirit Xiao Ling and Eight Feet Mirror’s Artifact Spirit Xiao Ba, who hadn’t spoken until then, suddenly chimed in, shocking Ye Luo as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Damn it, you two rascals, what are you fussing about? You’ve become too smart, haven’t you?"
Ye Luo curled his lips.
"If you’re not going to do it, you should leave quickly. Who knows what she’ll do to you when she wakes up?" Ao Long remarked.
"I can’t just leave after spending a few hundred bucks on room fees, having come all the way here to rescue her."
Ye Luo smirked wryly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he watched the woman.
"You really look like you’re up to no good!" Ao Long commented involuntarily.
"I’m about to do a good deed. This beauty’s clothes are torn; I’m going to help her change."
Ye Luo said earnestly, though his words nearly caused Ao Long to spurt out blood in exasperation.
Afterwards, Ye Luo genuinely began to help the woman off with her pale blue dress.
