Chapter 485: Chapter 485 Blood of a Tragic Beauty
Blood stained the Pavilion Master’s pale complexion.
Yet she refused to surrender; her narrow eyes still carried that familiar contempt.
"This can’t continue," Walton Greer declared icily.
Three days of combat had drained them nearly dry.
Continuing this way, victory would remain uncertain for either side.
"We should pull back," Elder Adrianne spoke through gritted teeth.
His wounds ran too deep; the Pavilion Master had hurled him backward countless times, leaving half his frame ready to crumble.
The others shared meaningful looks, apparently supporting his suggestion.
"Medicine God Pavilion’s Lord, your fame speaks truth," Skyler Howe stated coldly.
"But nothing will shake our resolve to strike the Great Saint Sect! Strong as you are, we’ll definitely bring you back with us!"
Elder Adrianne moved forward and spoke harshly, "Three days from now, we return. Wait for us!"
After speaking, they glanced at each other, spun around, and departed.
The Pavilion Master chose not to pursue them, remaining there with cold composure.
Her state wasn’t favorable either—serious injuries already plagued her.
Only after Elder Adrianne’s group withdrew did the Pavilion Master release a stifled grunt and cough up bright red blood.
As purple radiance faded from her form, this massive conflict reached a temporary conclusion.
"Lord Pavilion Master!" The Second Elder burst out frantically.
Supporting the Pavilion Master quickly, he asked with worry, "Lord Pavilion Master, are you... are you alright?"
The Pavilion Master gestured dismissively and said, "Let’s return first."
Both ascended to the pavilion.
Now, only the Pavilion Master, Second Elder, and two servants charged with watching over the Pavilion Master remained in the vast Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
"Who would’ve thought the First Elder could be so vile!" The Second Elder clenched his jaw.
"Without his betrayal, we wouldn’t face such a desperate position!"
The Pavilion Master stayed quiet, eyes shut as she attempted to purge the Spirit Severing Pill from her system.
Sadly, the Spirit Severing Pill proved extremely sly, and without proper medicine, she couldn’t restore her power.
"Lord Pavilion Master, I’ll rally people immediately!" the Second Elder said with ice in his voice.
But the Pavilion Master shook her head and whispered, "During three days of fighting, anyone wanting to assist would’ve appeared already."
The Second Elder fell speechless.
True enough, the battle had raged for three full days—who wouldn’t know?
If they truly wanted to help, no invitation would be necessary.
The hollowness of their support became crystal clear in this moment.
Everyone seemed to be watching, waiting to see which side would claim victory.
If the Great Saint Sect faced defeat, people would surely flock to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion to scheme against the Great Saint Sect.
But if the Divine Alchemist Pavilion struggled, all previous goodwill would disappear like mist.
After all, nobody wanted to anger the Great Saint Sect for someone destined to die.
"Lord Pavilion Master, what’s our next move?" the Second Elder asked desperately.
After brief silence, the Pavilion Master suddenly faced the Second Elder and spoke coldly, "You remain here; starting today, don’t venture out."
The Second Elder startled and asked with bewilderment, "Why... why?"
The Pavilion Master offered no explanation, but her words sounded like final arrangements.
Time crawled by slowly.
Though the Great Saint Sect declared they’d attack again in three days, an entire week passed without any trace of them.
The reason was obvious: Elder Adrianne and his allies suffered grave injuries!
Even with the First Elder’s help creating medicine, their wounds wouldn’t heal quickly.
"This woman defies normal understanding!" Elder Adrianne spoke coldly.
Walton Greer smirked, "She is the Medicine God Pavilion’s Lord, after all, and the Divine Alchemist Pavilion hasn’t existed long."
"How could a woman who made the Divine Alchemist Pavilion famous so quickly be ordinary?"
That was also the Divine Alchemist Pavilion’s weakness.
Since the Pavilion Master founded it, the Divine Alchemist Pavilion lacked deep roots.
Therefore, they couldn’t locate any inherited treasures to ward off attackers, depending entirely on the Medicine God Pavilion Lord’s incredible strength.
"Without the Spirit Severing Pill, we probably couldn’t last even one day against them!" Skyler Howe said with lingering dread.
Elder Adrianne sneered nearby, "One day? I think you’d die the instant you faced them."
Skyler Howe looked at Elder Adrianne but said nothing.
Though he hated admitting it, that was reality.
"Once everyone heals completely, we’ll strike the Divine Alchemist Pavilion again!" Elder Adrianne commanded.
Everyone stayed silent, seemingly in agreement.
——
At this time, more than half a month had passed since Mason began his isolation training.
From absorbing excessive energy, Mason’s whole body had turned almost see-through.
Anyone could view his internal organs clearly.
On the twentieth day of Mason’s retreat,
Elder Adrianne and the others returned to the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
And as if the Pavilion Master had foreseen it, she stood at the square’s center, waiting silently.
This time, the Pavilion Master’s presence seemed even more fragile, her strength unable to reach even twenty percent of its peak!
Against seven half-step Martial Marquises total, the Pavilion Master’s victory odds looked grim.
"Medicine God Pavilion’s Lord, you should just come with us," Walton Greer said with a slight smile.
"The Spirit Severing Pill in your body has fully dispersed, and it’s already amazing that you can still stand."
The Pavilion Master said coldly, "If you want to fight, then fight—why waste words?"
Before finishing, purple flames suddenly erupted and charged toward Elder Adrianne!
Elder Adrianne’s face shifted dramatically as he raised his hand to counter the surprise assault.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Despite the Pavilion Master’s extremely weak presence, she still forced Elder Adrianne back several paces!
"Excellent, Medicine God Pavilion’s Lord—everyone, attack!"
With a loud cry, Elder Adrianne and the others rushed the Pavilion Master once more!
This battle exceeded their expectations.
They assumed it would end quickly, but it stretched from sunrise to sunset!
The glow around the Pavilion Master grew fainter and fainter, while crimson bloomed across her chest.
Blood transformed her into a scarlet beauty, looking tragic amid the wild wind.
Yet her stubborn spirit left everyone feeling powerless.
"Medicine God Pavilion’s Lord, you truly deserve your reputation."
During the tension, another figure entered the battle.
Looking back, they spotted a man with his face hidden, standing there quietly.
