Jian Lian Qing hid her tracks along the way, successfully diverting a group of pursuers. However, this battle seemed to have someone extremely familiar with her guiding the strategy from behind, making her escape path incredibly difficult.
But a demon leader is a demon leader; she had her own high pride, and even if she were to die in battle, she would never fall into enemy hands. Along the way, she repeatedly used her internal force to wield the Soul-Cutting Blade, killing others and injuring herself, fearing she might completely destroy her own cultivation.
Finally, she encountered her own demonic physician on the way, barely avoiding becoming a disabled person. Jian Lian Qing knew she was severely injured, but upon hearing she might never be able to fight again, she spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood.
The demonic physician, feeling compassionate, advised, “Palace Master, please stay here for a few more days. This old woman will think of a way. With your aptitude, there might still be a chance of recovery.”
Jian Lian Qing’s expression remained calm: “If I cannot stand at the forefront, I have no reason to live.”
The demonic physician sighed deeply, preparing a bag of divine medicine for her. Jian Lian Qing handed her a letter, ensuring that even if she died, everything was properly arranged.
Jian Lian Qing wore a black robe, her demeanor fierce and cold. Having not suffered such bodily injuries in over a decade, her gaze became deeper and more tranquil, restraining much of her external momentum.
Abandoning the principle of hiding in plain sight, she continued walking through the mountains, her destination unclear. Three days later, she was surrounded. The demonic physician had given her many deadly poisons, which she used liberally. She had been circling for three days, and today, those who dared to challenge her would all be buried!
A few true masters crossed the deep ravine and engaged her in close combat within a zhang’s distance. She fought with all her might but was severely wounded again, with another strike potentially sending her tumbling into the abyss. The masters, caring little for their own lives, attacked with fatal moves. As Jian Lian Qing’s speed slowed, she was struck by a deadly palm, nearly collapsing.
