The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1078

Chapter 1078: Chapter 1075: Settling Accounts Chapter 1078: Chapter 1075: Settling Accounts “Enough… Whether what you say is true or false, I've suffered a loss this time. We are all part of the vast mountains and rivers, may we meet again if fate allows,” He Qianshan shifted his gaze before dropping these words, and with a vigorous shake of his arms, he suddenly transformed into a feathered creature and flew towards the night sky.

As Fu Donglai watched him leave, his expression suddenly changed. He saw a black light appear in the sky, and nearly a hundred black steel awls fell from the heavens, shooting toward Shen Luo and his two companions with incredible speed.

“Ha!”

With a loud shout, Fu Donglai vibrated his arms, executing the Fierce Tiger Coming Out of Its Den Technique and aiming it at the void above.

Instantly, a burst of illusory light shone around him, and an illusion of a colorful fierce tiger, a hundred feet in size, rose from the ground. It directly smashed all the black steel awls and let out an earth-shattering roar into the sky.

“Would you like to try again, Daoist He?” Fu Donglai called out, looking up at the heavens.

A cold snort came from high altitude, and it was only then that He Qianshan's figure completely disappeared into the distance.

Fu Donglai's aura gradually receded as he looked around briefly before quickly stepping beside Shen Luo and helping him up.

“Brother Shen, are you alright?”

“No worries… cough cough…” Shen Luo coughed lightly a few times, with fresh blood continuously seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Supported by Fu Donglai, Shen Luo finally managed to sit up slowly. He lifted his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth and said somewhat bitterly, “I really didn't expect to have my life saved by Elder Brother Fu.”

“No need to mention it, I just happened to be passing by. But, Brother Shen, how did you end up in such a state?” Fu Donglai shook his head as he spoke.

Shen Luo glanced at Zhao Tong, who was in a worse state than dead, and bitterly recounted the events that had transpired.

Fu Donglai frowned deeply as he listened, casting a disdainful look upon what he heard.

After Shen Luo finished speaking, he turned his head to inquire after Huang Yi, “Brother Huang, how are your injuries?”

“The injuries themselves aren't a big deal. It's just that I've lost too much essence blood, and my mana is somewhat depleted. With my current condition, I'm afraid it will be quite difficult to recover in a short amount of time,” Huang Yi slowly opened his eyes and replied.

“Elder Brother Fu, please pass this spiritual spring liquid to Brother Huang,” Shen Luo said upon hearing this, as he rotated his wrist and took out several bottles of spiritual spring liquid.

Fu Donglai did not hesitate and immediately handed them over to Huang Yi.

“The two of you rest assured and meditate to recover, I will temporarily act as your protector,” Fu Donglai offered.

“Thank you very much,” Shen Luo said, giving a bow with his fists clasped.

After speaking, he took out two elixirs and swallowed them with the spiritual spring water. After refining for a while, he continued to stimulate the Great Unsealing Technique to repair his own injuries.

The night passed without words, and daylight began to shine.

Bathed in the golden light of the morning sun, Shen Luo still had a somewhat pale complexion, but he no longer bore the shriveled and emaciated appearance of before.

Fu Donglai, who had been quietly acting as a protector, couldn't help but find such recovery prowess to be somewhat terrifying.

On the other hand, though Huang Yi also looked much better than before, his recovery paled in comparison to that of Shen Luo.

Shen Luo slowly opened his eyes and stood up from where he was. He was the first to give a bow to Fu Donglai, saying, “Elder Brother Fu, I cannot thank you enough for this great kindness. Should you ever need assistance in the future, I, Shen Luo, will certainly not shirk my responsibility.”

“Brother Shen need not be so polite; truth be told, before entering the Secret Realm, Daoist Lu had already asked me to support you, and to rescue you should you find yourself in danger,” Fu Donglai waved his hand with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Shen Luo felt a warmth in his heart, now understanding that Fu Donglai's rescuing actions were not solely out of righteousness.

“So it was like this. Whether it is the entrusted friendship of Daoist Lu or the life-saving grace of Elder Brother Fu, I have it all etched in my heart,” Shen Luo said with a smile.

After speaking, he walked slowly to Huang Yi's side and asked, “Brother Huang, how are you feeling?”

“My life is not in danger, but as for vying for first place this time, I'm afraid it's not going to happen,” Huang Yi lifted his severed arm–flesh and blood still not fully restored–and shook his head.

“Is this first place very important to you, Brother Huang?” Shen Luo asked.

“Not to me, but for our Human Race. It determines who will lead the interactions among the several races afterward. I was entrusted by my sect to contend for this, but unexpectedly, to repay a favor from a past mountain climbing trip, I ended up in this predicament,” Huang Yi said, glancing at Zhao Tong, who was half-dead in the distance, a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Shen Luo glanced at Zhao Tong and then turned back to Huang Yi, hesitatingly transmitting his voice, “Actually, since last night, I have been puzzled, why did Brother Huang help me?”

“You don't know?” Huang Yi replied in surprise through telepathic communication.

“Brother Huang and I were strangers; we had no association before, and I really have no clue,” Shen Luo transmitted back.

“Daoist friend Shen, have you ever cultivated our Mount Fangcun's secret Yellow Court Sutra?” Huang Yi asked, seeing no other choice.

“Indeed. Is it because of this, Brother Huang?” Shen Luo suddenly realized.

“Daoist friend Shen is not a disciple of our Mount Fangcun, so how did you obtain the Huangting Technique?” Huang Yi asked.

“That…” Shen Luo looked embarrassed, unable to explain.

“Daoist friend Shen need not say it; I can guess. It must have been the Ancestor who enlightened you during his travels. If the Ancestor noticed you, then even though you haven't formally joined, you're already half a fellow sect member. How could I not help when a sect member is in trouble?” Huang Yi said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Shen Luo was slightly embarrassed; he had never expected Huang Yi to concoct such a story on his own, and thus he did not refute it, letting himself slide down the slope and feigning a surprised expression as if his secret had been guessed.

“We all know the temperament of the Ancestor, so it's better not to speak of things that are inconvenient,” Huang Yi observed and became even more convinced of his own thoughts, nodding at Shen Luo.

“Him… what do you plan to do with him?” Huang Yi changed the subject and asked directly.

“Does Brother Huang still plan to protect him? If so, I'm not entirely opposed to letting him go,” Shen Luo knew he was talking about Zhao Tong, and then pondered.

“Daoist friend Shen misunderstands. On the way here, he caused trouble numerous times, and I have already helped him many times. Even a great favor should have been paid off by now, and moreover, I am seriously injured now and unable to protect him even if I wanted to, right?” Huang Yi raised an eyebrow and asked.

“Indeed, then I must properly calculate this debt,” Shen Luo said with a nod and a smile.

Like a scarecrow, Zhao Tong was nailed to the spot, his pupils trembling involuntarily as he sensed Shen Luo's gaze.

Last night he had tried all sorts of methods to escape but was continuously unable to. Now he could only watch helplessly as Shen Luo walked step by step closer, revealing a row of ominously white teeth.

Shen Luo did not remove the Beast Skin Talisman from his head but instead grasped the Black Steel Awl that had pierced through his body and slowly drew it out. With a “clang,” he tossed it to the side.

Zhao Tong's body went limp, collapsing to the ground, still unable to move.

“Daoist friend Shen… Let's make a deal, what do you say to sparing my life? As long as you allow me a way out, I assure you a generous reward,” he pleaded urgently, watching Shen Luo slowly summon the Pure Yang Sword Embryo.

“Oh? I'm very curious. What kind of generous reward is worth sparing your life?” Shen Luo toyed with the Sword Embryo in his hand and asked with a smile.

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